A different world game? A different world game!

Behind the demon.

Another chaotic stronghold was completely purified by the golden light blade of the [Sun Soul].

The filthy incubation pool billowed pungent black smoke, mixed with the shrieks of unformed demonic embryos, before finally vanishing into nothingness in the holy flames, leaving only the scorching marks of the holy flames on the ground.

Leilia shook the sticky chaotic residue off the axe blade, looked around, and confirmed that there was no longer any living demonic presence.

On the magical map of her mental perception, the degree of order occupation seemed to have jumped up by an almost imperceptible increment.

However, not all demons were completely eradicated.

Just as the stronghold's core was destroyed and the energy node collapsed, a violent ripple was generated in space.

A strangely shaped demon stumbled out, filled with astonishment and rage.

He was tall and imposing, his body covered in a misty, flowing armor, and the curved horns on either side of his head gleamed with a captivating light.

This is the level 14 Soul-Guiding Demon Lord, Solates.

Following closely behind, a slightly smaller, similarly shaped level 13 Soul-Guiding Demon lieutenant also emerged in a disheveled state.

"Damn it! What...what kind of place is this?!"

Solarus was filled with shock and rage. His massive mental field instantly scanned the scorched earth that had just been "cleansed" by the power of order, and he felt the holy energy remaining in the air that made him extremely uncomfortable, as well as the painful groans of the abyssal chaos being forcibly torn apart.

"We've only just stepped out of the summoning portal on the 777th floor! Where are the front lines?! Where is that idiot Balzac's command post?!"

He is not a reckless person.

As soul-summoning demons, they are an anomaly among the chaotic abyss demons. They are cunning, value their lives, and prefer to manipulate souls rather than engage in direct combat.

He answered the call to arms in the bloodbath and led a small group of elite clansmen through the temporary summoning gate to support the 1121st floor, originally intending to take advantage of the situation or at least solidify his own position.

Unexpectedly, the teleportation point landed directly at the assault site of an elite Order unit.

The axe wreathed in terrifying, divine power, and the hoofed female warrior carrying the axe, radiating an aura of destructive storm.

He could even sense the raging fighting spirit within her soul, which made him instantly realize that a direct confrontation would not end well.

Before the aftershocks of the teleportation had subsided, the energy turbulence from the collapse of the stronghold made matters worse. Faced with the impending charge of the Lelia squad, Solarus made a decisive decision—retreat!

"go!"

Before he could even get a detailed look at the enemy, his massive mental field suddenly contracted, transforming into a distorted, shadowy shield that enveloped himself, his adjutant, and several other terrified members of his clan nearby.

Like drops of ink thrown into water, they instantly merged into the shadows of space, fleeing at an astonishing speed away from Lelia.

Its speed was so fast that even a holy light blade unleashed by Lelia's [Sun Soul] couldn't catch up, only leaving a burning golden mark on the ground.

"Tsk, they got away quickly!"

Leilia sheathed her battle axe, watching the shadowy figures disappear rapidly behind the distorted terrain, her crimson ponytail swinging in dissatisfaction.

"He's a brainless coward."

"But run, run! If you can outrun that thing in the sky, then you're amazing, you damned demon."

Leilia scoffed dismissively.

Solares fled a great distance in one breath, and only stopped when he was sure that the sacred aura that made his soul feel burning was far away.

He angrily surveyed the scorched, sulfurous, and chaotic abyss-like landscape—completely different from the safe zone he had imagined for the "front lines and rear."

"Fools! Balzac, that complete idiot! And those useless lords on this floor!"

Solates roared at his terrified adjutant beside him, his shadowy body trembling violently with rage, emitting a chilling, soul-piercing shriek.

"The elite commando unit of the Order faction is so brazenly eliminating strongholds in our heartland! How did they get in?"
"How could they have hidden for so long?! Have the brains of those idiots on the front lines been corroded by Fromon's acid?! They can't even do the most basic rear guard patrols?! This is simply... simply a disgrace to the Abyss!"

A major reason he came was because of Balzac.

Because the other party is a war lord under the Blood God.

As is widely known, the Blood God, who is somewhat famous even in the abyss, is the evil god who loves war and slaughter the most.

Besides the butchers who only know how to charge, his subordinates are known for their calm, strategic, and not just chaotic war lords.

Balzac was one of them.

The adjutant lowered his head, not daring to refute.

Solares' accusations, though harsh, were not entirely unreasonable.

Harassing behind enemy lines, disrupting supply lines, destroying key nodes... these are tactics that the devils themselves are best at using.

The fact that the Order faction is now retaliating in kind only indicates a huge flaw in this layer of Chaos's defense system, or even dereliction of duty by the frontline commander.

Of course, this so-called "scum" only applies to war lords like Balzac; it has no meaning for any other demon lord.

Who cares about these things?

After venting his anger, Solarus's soul fire flickered violently in his deep eye sockets, and his calmed mind began to work at lightning speed.

He recalled the scattered, chaotic messages that had recently been transmitted across different floors.

The battle on the 1121st floor was exceptionally intense, and the Abyss's attention seemed to be more focused on it than elsewhere...

However, at the same time, the efficiency of support from other sources is decreasing.

Based on my personal experience of the "door-opening kill," a chilling conclusion emerges.

"Could it be... that the Chaos army is beginning to show signs of defeat on this level? The Order side has already gained the upper hand, and even has the spare capacity to send such an elite squad deep into the rear to cause chaos?"

"Damn it, the rear is in such chaos, what are those idiots at the front still dawdling about?!"

The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed; otherwise, he couldn't explain the absurd scene before him.

"No, we must find Balzac or the highest-ranking commander on this level immediately! I need concrete intelligence!"

Just as Solates made up his mind to lead the remaining members of his people to the front lines, a sudden change occurred.

The abyss, where the sky was forever churning with dark red and filth, was suddenly torn apart by a dazzling silver light.

The light was pure and swift, carrying an overwhelming aura of order, like a spear of divine punishment, falling with unparalleled precision towards the location of Solates.

"what?!"

Solares looked up abruptly, a warning screaming deep within his soul!
Before the silver light arrived, the attack was already upon them.

Countless beams of light, compressed to their absolute limit, poured forth from the dazzling silver light, like a dense shower of meteors, precisely covering the area where Solarus and his people were located. Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The deafening explosions continued one after another.

The scorched earth was torn apart, and the scorching rocks were melted and evaporated.

The pure light energy acted like a purifying storm, instantly dispelling the chaotic aura of the area and leaving behind a ground full of shimmering, glass-like pits.

A piercing scream rang out, and among the Soul-Guiding Demons brought by Solates, several of the weaker ones were completely vaporized under the intense beams of light before they could even struggle, turning into wisps of black smoke that vanished in an instant.

"Ugh!"

Solarus and his level thirteen lieutenant roared, unleashing powerful soul energy.

The Shadow Shield vibrated violently under the bombardment of the beams, barely protecting the survivors in the core area, but the shield also dimmed noticeably.

Amidst the smoke and the still-lingering holy light energy, Solarus, bearing burn marks and a stinging pain from his soul, stared intently at the figure slowly descending from the sky.

It was neither any of the abyssal dragons or creatures he knew.

Its entire body shimmers with a mithril-like luster, its lines are smooth and elegant, and its huge wings present a precise geometric hollow structure. Every slight vibration brings out the effect of light particles flowing out.

The edges of the scales parted slightly, exhaling pure white purifying air.

What's most striking are his eyes, like the purest sapphires, gleaming with a cold and rational light.

The creature was unlike anything I'd ever seen before. It had the appearance and soul of a dragon, but its body was clearly abnormal.

And this is none other than the Night's Watch's alchemical dragon, Biglet.

Bugret hovered gracefully in the air, his jewel-like dragon eyes locked onto the disheveled Soul-Guiding Demon Lord below. His dragon snout opened and closed, proclaiming in a dramatic, melodious tone.

"Aha! Look who this is? A poor little bat that's lost its way? The great Bugret is here!"

"You soul thieves who only know how to flee, do you think you can escape the glorious judgment? Your journey ends here!"
"I will dismantle you myself, just like cleaning up a pile of filthy scrap metal!"

His voice echoed in the air of the abyss, filled with intense mockery and disdain.

This is the last of the demons to escape, so he's not in a hurry at all.

Moreover, the demon in front of him was the strongest he had encountered among the escapees so far.

It'll be fun to play around with.

It's fine to insult someone or try to extract information from them.

Solarus endured the stinging sensation of the light on his soul; the Soul-Guardian Demon's special talent allowed him to instantly see through Bugret's true nature.

He uttered a sharp, soul-piercing voice, his words dripping with sarcasm as he retorted.

"Hmph! A pathetic worm who can't even protect his own dragon body! He's nothing but a remnant soul, clinging to life in an exquisite metal tomb!"
"You dare to judge me? Your soul reeks of decay and illusion!"

Instead of being provoked, Bugret seemed to be showing off, his massive metal body smoothly deforming and contracting in mid-air.

A dazzling light flashed, and a dragon-human form, slightly smaller but perfectly proportioned, covered in shimmering silver armor and with wings of light extending from its back, suddenly appeared.

He stretched out his "arms," ​​crafted from adamantite and mithril, a movement brimming with power and a peculiar rhythmic beauty.

"Oh? A grave? Poor reptile, is that all you know about perfect creation?"

Burgreat's voice became even more magnetic after he transformed into his dragon form, carrying a smug and boastful tone.

"Look at these streamlined lines! This luster! This ultimate power and control! This immortal body that far surpasses all mortals!"
"This is evolution! This is sublimation! This is the perfect vessel for eternal glory!"
"I love this body far more than that pile of flesh and blood that was destined to decay! Now, enough nonsense, you filthy worm of the soul, are you ready to return to the chaotic void?"

Before he could finish speaking, Bugret flapped his wings and transformed into a streak of silver lightning as he swooped down.

The dragon claws gleamed with a chilling, soul-tearing light of order, heading straight for Solates.

Solates let out a fierce roar and mobilized his immense soul power to counterattack.

This is precisely the Soul Summoner's forte—[Soul Siphon], [Painful Scream], and [Soul Explosion].

Countless twisted and howling phantoms of vengeful spirits flew out from his shadowy body, rushing towards Bugret, attempting to directly tear, corrupt, or even detonate the other's soul core.

In Solates' view, no matter how perfectly a soul resides in a construct, there will inevitably be a gap between the soul and the body, which is precisely the weakness that the Soul-Guarding Demon is best at attacking.

This dragon is so foolish that it dares to chase him; it is completely subdued and exists because of him.

So even if someone's power level surpasses his, they might not be able to do anything to him.

If he's lucky, he might even exploit a weakness to inflict a heavy blow, or even a fatal one. In that case, he could reap a substantial reward ahead of time.

The soul of a dragon.

However, when his soul attack touched Bugret's gleaming silver body, the expected soul rift did not appear.

Without the slightest hesitation, Bugret's dragon claw swung down with a piercing shriek that seemed to tear through space.

The vengeful phantoms that rushed forward collided with the mysterious runes flowing across Bugret's body. Like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun, they emitted a hissing wail and were instantly purified into pure light spots and dissipated.

"How is this possible?!"

Solarus's pupils dilated in shock, and he awkwardly used the scythe formed from shadows to parry.

"Why is your soul so heavy? So... solid?!"

"Surprised? You idiot!"

Biglett's offensive was relentless; his dragon claws, light wings, and even the light whips extending from his fingertips all became deadly weapons.

His attacks were not only powerful and heavy, but also incredibly fast, and each attack contained an orderly radiance that was extremely effective against demons.

In addition, its alchemical dragon body, which can constantly transform, makes it extremely agile in combat.

Moreover, they always launch attacks in unexpected directions and styles, making them completely impossible to defend against and defying all common sense.

"How could you possibly fathom the alchemy of the Night's Watch?"

"This is a perfect fusion! My soul is here, stronger and safer than it was in the original flesh and blood."

"And you, you foolish, demonic trash, are destined to be crushed to dust by the great Bugret."

After several rounds, Solares was completely at a disadvantage.

Biglett's strength, speed, defense, and especially his near-immunity to soul attacks completely countered him.

The Soul-Guardian Demon's unpredictable and soul-targeting methods were completely ineffective against Bugret, who could only rely on pure shadow energy to withstand the attack.

His shadowy body was now covered in burns and tears from the light, and his power was rapidly declining. (End of Chapter)