A different world game? A different world game!

On the front lines of the battlefield.

The moment Carlos's figure appeared above the crumbling section of the city wall, the pervasive smells of rust, sulfur, and blood seemed to pause.

Below, the rune tower shield of the dwarven shield guard groaned and deformed under the heavy blow of the horned warlord.

Fromon's acid corroded the gaps in the hastily repaired Titan gel, and the hideous demonic face almost burst through the eyes of the soldiers on the front line.

Destruction is just a breath away.

The god of unmoving stone made no unnecessary movements, nor even uttered a word.

He simply swept his divine thoughts, imbued with the weight of mountains, gently across that area.

Pfft—Sizzle—

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no dazzling light and shadow.

As if an invisible boulder had swept over them, the dozens of horned demons, freaks, and their ferocious overlords, who had been frantically biting, roaring, and charging just a second ago, burst and collapsed instantly like punctured blood bubbles.

It turned into pools of sticky, filthy, lifeless blood and flesh, which were evenly splashed on the scorched ground and the crumbling city walls.

A pungent, fishy stench suddenly rose up, only to be suppressed by an even more overwhelming divine power.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

The surviving soldiers, whether dwarven shield bearers, human spearmen, or elven mages casting spells, all felt their hearts being gripped by an invisible hand, a tremor originating from their very life force sweeping through their bodies.

They stared blankly at the suddenly empty space, now filled only with severed limbs and filthy blood, and the clearly visible demonic claw marks and corrosive traces on the city wall.

This is the insurmountable gap between gods and legends.

The mundane struggles seemed so pale and powerless at this moment.

The gods finally set foot on this meat grinder-like battlefield themselves.

The air was as heavy as lead, suffocating every living thing.

This was no longer merely a battle between mortals and demons; the appearance of the gods was like throwing ice into a boiling pot of oil, instantly pushing the intensity of the battle to its peak and foreshadowing the coming of a true storm.

All warriors who fight in the abyss know that when a god appears in a war, that is the pinnacle of the war.

In addition to fighting their own enemies, they now also have to be careful of the battlefields of these gods, lest they be affected by the power of the other side.

Being affected by the power of legends, being affected by the power of gods—how to avoid such influences is a skill that every warrior needs to master in the abyss.

However, the fact that the statement appeared on the battlefield still surprised some people.

In the vast battles of the abyss, the gods and legends of order and chaos often enjoy fighting each other, taking pride in destroying the enemy's forces.

However, in offensive and defensive battles that determine the survival of specific defensive lines, the situation is quite different.

The gods of the Order usually try their best to avoid appearing directly above the defensive line.

The reason is simple: the vast and boundless power fluctuations of the gods can themselves become destructive weapons. The aftershocks of a single clash of divine power are enough to turn a painstakingly constructed defense line and the defending troops into dust.

The gods of order cherish their defenses and are unwilling to easily destroy their own foundation.

On the battlefield, while the fighting power of gods is important, the real main force is still these mortal lives.

The efforts and achievements of these mortal beings need to be preserved, and the gods of the order will also try to preserve them.

Since the gods of order remain inactive, the evil gods of chaos are happy to follow this cruel "tacit agreement."

For the Abyss God, breaking through a defensive line might please the Abyss Will, but prematurely engaging in a deadly battle with an enemy god, exposing one's trump cards, and even provoking the enemy to intercept and counterattack at any cost, resulting in damage to one's own essence, is truly a losing proposition.

The "rewards" of the abyss are not endless; would you risk your life for a single stronghold?

If they are legends, they will naturally work as hard as the abyss lords below, because even the abyss rewards gained from breaking through defenses and advancing are enough to increase their strength and gain greater power.

But for these gods, unless it's a major event or they've done something extraordinary, the rewards from the abyss simply can't bring about any significant changes.

When they reach the level of deities, the chaotic evil gods are not merely simple beings of chaos.

The chaotic nature of the abyss taught them the survival philosophy of "good enough".

However, in this battle of offense and defense, the tacit understanding was broken.

The order level of the 1121st layer of the Abyss is rising at an unprecedentedly rapid pace.

In an area unforeseen by the Chaos faction, the task force led by Lelia frantically purified the hatching pools and removed nodes behind enemy lines, like a sharp knife piercing the heart of the abyss.

The system has begun to subtly increase its dominance in order, but it's only just begun, so the degree of dominance hasn't increased much yet.

At least it hasn't reached the point of attracting attention.

Now, the god of order—Carlos, the god of unyielding strength—has taken action first, just as the defense line is on the verge of collapse.

In the battle of attack and defense, the side of order surprisingly took the initiative to strike first.

The chaotic evil god could no longer stand idly by.

Because this represents breaking the unspoken agreement.

If they don't act now, they might not only fail to receive the reward, but also be punished by the will of the abyss.

Just as the residual power of Carlos's divine power in clearing the field had not yet dissipated, the space opposite the defensive line began to violently distort and boil, like a stagnant pool into which a boulder had been thrown.

A nauseating aura of depravity swept in like a tsunami, and viscous dark matter emerged and coalesced out of thin air, eventually transforming into a massive and twisted entity.

Three grotesque goat heads dripped blasphemous saliva, seven arms covered in bone spurs and pustules swung wildly, and five massive legs supporting the enormous body trampled the void.

That was the "Abyss Messenger" who had fought fiercely with Kana.

His three pairs of eyes simultaneously locked onto Carlos on the city wall, and six gazes filled with malice and mockery swept over him like tangible rays of filth.

A voice, laced with three blasphemous whispers, echoed across the battlefield, penetrating deep into the souls of every living being:

"Heh... Carlos? So even the rock couldn't sit still anymore? The lowly insects crawled a few more steps in your territory, and you couldn't wait to personally clean up the trash?"
"What pathetic and pathetic puppets of order! It seems you really want to preserve this laughable mud wall? Very well..."

The middle head of the Fallen Abyss Messenger grinned maliciously, followed by a piercing shriek from the right head and a low growl from the left head.

"...Then I will crush it into dust right before your eyes! I will let you, rock, watch as your shell is swept away by the torrent of the abyss! Feel despair!"

Faced with this blatant provocation and declaration of destruction, Carlos's rock-hard face remained completely unmoved.

The response to the evil god's nonsense was a more direct and violent action.

He raised the giant hand made of rock and pressed it down sharply.

Boom—!
It was not the messenger of the abyss who was attacked, but the earth in front of Him.

The ground of the entire battlefield seemed to be kneaded by an invisible giant hand, instantly bulging and deforming.

Countless enormous, sharp rock formations, gleaming with earth-yellow divine runes, rose from the ground, instantly forming a vast, enclosed, spiked circular arena that encompassed the Abyss Messenger and a large area of ​​the surrounding space.

Immediately afterwards, an overwhelming gravitational field was generated within the arena, like invisible chains tightly binding the body of the Fallen Abyss Messenger and pulling him backward.

"what?!"

The three heads of the Fallen Abyss Messenger roared in shock and rage simultaneously.

The force's intention was clear—to forcibly drag Him away from the fortress's defenses. His seven arms flailing wildly, attempting to tear apart the gravitational constraints and rocky barriers.

But this seems to be in vain.

Taking control of the arena, Carlos led his opponents away from the main battlefield and moved towards the rear of the demon camp.

The aftermath of the battle will largely fall on the demons that get close.

In the distant demon camp, the demon lord Balzac, who had been slaughtering demons, witnessed all of this.

A hint of extremely human disdain flashed in his lava-like single eye, and two streams of sulfurous fumes, tinged with sparks, spewed from his enormous nostrils.

"Humph……"

A deep, cold snort rolled through Balzac's chest.

To be honest, if he could, he would love to point at the head of that Chaos God and curse him.

He even took out his own axe and split the other person's head open.

Of course, this is just imagination.

He certainly didn't dare to actually curse, as the power of the evil god was not something a peak legend like him could easily offend.

But his heart was filled with contempt and curses:

'Damn Chaos God, Carlos's move to forcibly shift the battlefield is all too obvious!'

“That old ghost of the abyss… He clearly has the ability to break free from or dodge this level of restraint in an instant. His ‘corruption’ rules, if taken even slightly seriously, could corrupt and disintegrate these rocks.”

"But He just...didn't budge an inch!? He was just 'obediently' dragged away like that?!"

Balzac clearly saw that the Abyss Messenger was not so much "dragged away" as he was "voluntarily retreating" with the help of Carlos.

That symbolic resistance was utterly perfunctory.

Although he was shouting and yelling, it was obvious what he was up to.

The reason is self-evident: He also did not want to take action near the walls of the Fortress of Order.

Fighting on the edge of the defensive line?
The terrifying aftershocks of that collision could instantly wipe out the entire eastern section of the Bloodbath Fortress wall, along with the tens of thousands of defenders inside.

At this distance, if the defense line is breached, the god of order stationed at the fortress will definitely be enraged and take action, even resorting to some terrifying trump cards.

To protect the city walls, or to bear the wrath of the gods after the walls are destroyed, this messenger from the abyss will surely become the target of all attacks.

He's just here to hang around.

For the Chaos God, there's really no need to fight to the death with the gods of the Order, since everyone is already a god-level being.

Once things really get heated, it won't be a simple matter.

Although they belonged to two opposing camps and fought each other.

However, it is actually quite rare for battles to reach a point of no return, where the participants wish to grind the other to dust.

The power and conflict at the level of gods may linger for a very long time.

There's really no need for that.

Let alone demons, even those in positions of order will follow a certain tacit understanding.

Unless there is a major possibility, the gods of both sides actually follow this peculiar tacit understanding and fight each other in non-critical situations.

Even gods need to fight, so the battles in the abyss are necessary.

Fighting on the battlefield is also an option.

But the kind of divine battle where one unleashes anger to kill the opponent is really not that serious.

Of course, if such a tacit understanding is faced with a huge possibility, it will be immediately discarded like a rag.

Therefore, the application scope of this tacit understanding is actually very small.

More often than not, it's the Chaos Gods who like to do this.

In the bloody battlefield, the Abyss is the one with the advantage, and this place is one of the Abyss's territories.

There were already quite a few chaotic evil gods.

There is also fierce internal struggle among them, after all, they all belong to the Abyss, and each occupies a place in the world of the Abyss, layer upon layer.

If you take a serious approach and suffer a major setback, and then someone seizes the opportunity, that would be disastrous.

The "reward" from the abyss is certainly tempting, but is it worth risking serious injury and being disgusted by other colleagues for it? For the abyss god who believes in chaos and selfishness, this deal is not worth it at all.

'Damn it! A bunch of selfish old devils!'

Balzac roared inwardly.

"They'll be too hesitant to fight; it's better to let us lords charge! Talking about fighting for the will of the abyss, pshaw! Enough already! Why risk your lives!"

Although Balzac vehemently criticized him, if he had ascended to godhood, perhaps he wouldn't have done anything different.

Just as Balzac's inner curses were churning, the enormous rock arena constructed from the divine power of Carlos, carrying the symbolically struggling messengers of the Abyss, streaked across the battlefield like falling meteors.

With immense force, it slammed into the path that the demons had to take to support the front lines, far from the defensive line.

A deafening roar and a violent energy shockwave came from the distant horizon, announcing that the battlefield of the gods had been opened.

The pressure on the defensive line was reduced sharply, but none of the defending soldiers felt any relief.

Instead, they were stunned by the distant, deafening collision that seemed capable of tearing space apart, foreshadowing the start of a battle on a higher level, one that was even more unpredictable.

This indicates that the war has truly entered its most intense and heated phase.

This intense phase will begin to decline as the outcome of the war of gods is determined.

But in this intense phase, they must give it their all.

As for Carlos...

He deliberately wanted to drag the battlefield toward the enemy, because it made perfect sense, but in reality, it was to cover up the increase in the control of the ruling side.

They won't realize they've been deceived until this level of dominance suddenly rises to an unacceptable degree.

But at least the battle of the gods could distract the gods.

However, it's not so easy for the gaze of the gods, given the chaotic state of the situation, to discover the devastation raging behind them.

After all, these demons are incredibly chaotic; you can't expect them to have any real command structure. On the battlefield, the only thing they do is assemble, attack, and attack relentlessly.

Command systems and close surveillance are things that order will handle.

Hold off these evil gods and wait for the will of the abyss to discover them on its own.

That's what Carlos wanted to do.

That's something he's capable of doing. (End of Chapter)