A different world game? A different world game!

The two legendary peak forces exploded like two colliding stars on the scorched earth of the abyss.

Balzac was furious, while Bougret needed to hold him off.

The two clashed without any hesitation.

Burgret's alchemical dragon body instantly transformed, shrinking and condensing from a massive dragon form into a more explosive dragon-human form, its surface flowing with liquid metal-like silver light and runes of order.

As a radiant dragon, the power of light flows across its silver body, where silver and gold intertwine and shimmer, making it even more sacred.

He is the embodiment of light—his movements leave no afterimages, but instead transform into a blazing white streak that tears through space.

One moment it was feigning an attack on the left wing, the next moment the light blade, imbued with the rules of penetration and burning, stretched out from one of the wings and transformed into an exaggerated guillotine.

It struck Balzac's nape from an incredible angle.

"A trivial skill!"

Balzac roared, and the War Lord's giant axe "Soulbreaker," carrying a viscous storm of blood, precisely parried the attack.

The light blade clashed with the axe blade, unleashing a piercing shriek and an annihilating shockwave, instantly vaporizing the surrounding low-level rock demons.

Biglett's advantage lies in the extreme speed granted by the rules and the properties of light.

Having become an alchemical dragon, and having once been a Radiant Dragon, it already clearly understood the rules of light.

But a legend can never fully comprehend the rules of light, so he chose the speed of light.

That's why Bugret is getting faster and faster.

He maneuvered around Balzac at supersonic speeds, his figure almost omnipresent.

With outstretched wings, the extended light blades slashed down like a storm, each strike carrying the penetrating power to purify evil and the scorching heat to melt metal.

During the slashing motion, the dragon's claws will also be aimed at the opponent.

At times, the dragon claws open, and the palms shoot out compressed "miniature solar prominence" light bullets that leave long trails.

At times, its wings flap, showering down a wide-ranging "purifying light rain"—each ray of light possessing the power to pierce steel and scorch the very essence of the abyss.

To block Balzac's movements on a large scale and launch an unavoidable attack against him.

"You're like a fly buzzing around; what can you do besides annoy me?"

Balzac was indeed initially overwhelmed by this storm-like speed.

His giant axe swung like an impenetrable blood-red barrier, blocking, deflecting force, and shaking off obstacles!

The light blades left charred marks on the surface of the "Soulbreaker" axe, and the light bullets bombarded his abyssal heavy armor, creating ripples of energy.

Each swing of the "Soul Shatterer" unleashed a howl powerful enough to tear space apart, and the blood-red rules of war transformed into tangible shackles, attempting to slow down the omnipresent light.

The crimson light, like blood, almost soaked into Balzac's entire body.

However, Bugret's speed rules were too domineering; the light seemed to distort the perception of space, always managing to avoid fatal blows by the slightest margin.

The speed was extremely fast, far exceeding Balzac's ability to cope and his direction.

However, as one of the most cunning war lords under the Blood God, Balzac's battle wisdom was extremely terrifying.

The anger that had accumulated from various things had dissipated in this clash, and he gradually became more clear-headed.

He forced himself to calm down from his initial passivity, his scarlet eyes darting around rapidly, analyzing Bugret's dazzling attack patterns like the most sophisticated instruments.

He is a war lord, not one of those foolish demons who only know how to be angry.

Even his chaotic nature could not suppress his calmness and wisdom.

Biglett's weaknesses were exploited in high-speed computing.

The instant of form switching.

When Bugret switches between dragon and dragon forms to adapt to different tactics, the instantaneous energy fluctuations and reorganizations produce an extremely subtle "stiffness".

This stiffness might be negligible to ordinary people, but to a legendary figure at the pinnacle, it is a flaw.

Even if this is essentially just a flaw in his opinion, because the speed is so fast that even a legend might not be able to do anything about it.

But Balzac was a war lord, one of the demon lords under the Blood God.

He was no ordinary legendary demon.

Besides.

There is also the energy storage point for the burst of light energy. Whether it is to condense a powerful light blade or to launch a high-powered light bullet, it requires an extremely short energy gathering core point.

This point will emit the strongest fluctuations of order before the eruption.

There is also the "path dependence" of the opponent's absolute speed. In order to maintain this speed beyond the limit, the trajectory of Bugret's attack is not entirely unpredictable when launching a deadly surprise attack.

Instead, it will follow a certain optimal energy path, especially in the direction of the next attack after a series of high-speed changes of direction.

To most of his enemies, Bugret's speed was a combination of rapid acceleration and agility.

Extreme speed originates from the rules governing light and speed.

The agility that interweaves comes from the opponent's alchemical body.

But if you want exaggerated speed, you can't have real agility.

They observed while continuously fighting.

A crisp, loud crash, the clash of rules, and the fluctuations of energy emanated from the collision between the two, spreading out in concentric circles.

Soon the surroundings became pitted and uneven, and the energy became chaotic.

"Got you!"

A blood-red glint flashed in Balzac's eyes.

He withstood a scorching blade of light that grazed past him with his shoulder armor; a deep gash was melted through his dark armor, and demonic blood splattered everywhere.

But this was the opportunity he had been waiting for.

Just as Bugret was restarting from a high-speed zigzag turn, and the old force was giving way to the new force, he seized the moment.

Balzac's massive body suddenly shifted half a step to the side with an agility that defied common sense. At the same time, the "Soul Shatterer" did not strike at Bugret's current position, but rather anticipated the next point that Bugret's energy trajectory would inevitably pass through.

"Hey!"

The radiant form of Bugret seemed to have collided with the giant axe that was entangled with endless vengeful spirits and the laws of war.

A clash of rules erupted, and Bugret's dragon-human form was blasted out of its super-speed state, with a hideous wound torn open from his left shoulder to his chest.

There was no blood; instead, a thick stream of ordered energy, as rich as liquid gold, gushed from the wound, accompanied by a large number of data-driven runes that dissipated like fireflies—this was the manifestation of the legendary class's datafication.

The digitized body ignored the physical damage, and as Bugret staggered backward, the light in his dragon eyes increased rather than decreased.

The light blade in his right hand lashed upwards almost without pause, forcing Balzac back from his pursuit.

Burghert felt a chill run down his spine; Balzac's challenges were far more difficult than he had anticipated.

He immediately changed his strategy, no longer pursuing a fatal blow, but instead using his speed advantage to engage in high-speed hit-and-run harassment. His light blades and light bullets were continuous, not aiming to inflict serious damage, but only to keep this war lord entangled and buy every second for Leilia and the others.

The battle entered an even more dangerous tug-of-war phase.

Balzac, with his profound experience and terrifying combat intuition, remained as steady as a rock amidst Bougret's speed storm.

He merely parried during the observation, without seeking to attack.

Each of his parries and counterattacks became more precise, and the flame wounds on Bugret's body increased. The data-driven runes continuously repaired his body, but the energy consumption increased dramatically.

Biglett left a trail of dazzling, yet weary, golden contrails at high speed; he was gradually falling behind. This was inevitable.

Biglett's strength lies in speed, the power of rules, and the gains from data.

Burghret was not a dragon born for war; he had his advantages.

Close-quarters combat is not suitable for him in the first place.

Not to mention that the opponent is at the very top of this battle.

He was already feeling the strain.

Just as Balzac seized upon another minor flaw in Bougret's path prediction and prepared to launch a strike powerful enough to cripple his core engine.

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

Three powerful, chaotic, and violent legendary energies, like black smoke, shot into the sky from the direction of the demon reinforcements not far away.

Reinforcements have arrived!

It wasn't his reinforcements, it was Balzac's reinforcements.

The light in Bugret's dragon eyes flickered rapidly.

Once exposed, it's unlikely they can continue to conceal their rear operations.

The arrival of more demon lords meant that the significance of his solo struggle against Balzac had vanished.

Conversely, if surrounded by multiple legendary lords, he will completely lose his restraining effect.

"Roar--!!!"

Burgret let out a dragon's roar that shook the abyss, and the silver-white light around him instantly transformed into a dazzling, blazing gold.

He no longer held back his energy, pouring all the power of the rules into the speed core.

He transformed into a miniature sun that suddenly erupted.

A rising star in the blazing sun.

A pure light-speed shockwave suddenly spread out from him, no longer causing damage, but rather providing absolute propulsion and blinding interference.

Balzac was the first to be hit, and the blood-red war barrier trembled violently from the impact of this pure light speed.

All that remained before my eyes was endless, blazing white light; even my divine senses were momentarily distorted and disrupted by the sudden burst of light speed.

In that fraction of a second of delay, Bugret's figure blurred and stretched, completely merging into a golden line piercing the sky, his speed soaring to its limit as he fled into the abyss far from the battlefield.

The speed was so fast that it seemed to tear space apart, leaving behind a long-lasting, scorching golden trail.

"A fly that only knows how to run away, a coward among dragons!"

Balzac roared, shattering the halo before him, but he watched the golden rainbow vanish into the sky in an instant and did not give chase.

He knew very well that the opponent's core principle was speed, and that even he would have difficulty catching up when the opponent was focused on escaping.

Moreover, bad news from the rear is more important than chasing a slippery metal dragon.

His icy gaze swept over the three demon lords who had just arrived and were still somewhat unsteady on their feet. Without uttering a single wasted word, he said, "Come with me! Something's happened back home!"

……

The atmosphere at the demon's stronghold was like a volcano about to erupt.

When Balzac's tall figure, carrying a chilling killing intent, stepped into the central command fortress, the air seemed to freeze.

His lieutenant, "The Cunning One" Vladimir, a blood demon lord skilled in intelligence and intrigue, was projecting a series of crystals stained with chaotic energy into the air.

In the video, the elite Night Watchers, clad in the [Barrier Oath] and wielding the [Abyss Judge] weapon, are led by Lelia's [Sun Soul] battle axe, which burns with holy flames, piercing through one demon patrol after another like sharp knives.

It destroys hatching pools and chaos nodes with astonishing efficiency.

This footage was just captured.

Their actions have become unbridled after being exposed; they no longer pursue covert annihilation, but instead forcefully advance the purification campaign with maximum efficiency.

They were extremely arrogant and moved very quickly.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"

A colossal demon lord, as large as a hill and with skin as cracked as lava, roared and smashed the rocky throne beside him with his enormous fist.

"This ragtag army is acting so arrogantly on our turf! They don't dare to fight our main force at all!"

To call them in to deal with this situation is simply an insult.

too weak.

"Fool!" Balzac's icy rebuke, like a sharp blade of ice, instantly drowned out the roar of the Mighty Demon.

His crimson eyes swept over the dozen or so demon lords of various forms gathered there.

Horned Demon Overlord, Florid Lord, Succubus Mistress, Abyssal Alchemist...

Among them were demon lords who were originally from this level, as well as demon lords who came from other levels to provide support after the battle intensified.

Regardless of the circumstances, they are now the commanders of this bloody battle.

Balzac's voice was deep and imposing.

"Do you think they're playing a game of knight's charge? Vladimir, tell them about loss and change!"

Vladimir bowed slightly, his voice carrying a distinctively smooth quality.

"Hehe, everyone. Since that Night Watch task force was exposed and began its all-out attack, in a short period of time, we have lost seventeen hatchery outposts and nine chaos nodes in our rear."

"More importantly..."

He paused, then pointed to the flashing runes in the image that represented the macro-level order of the battlefield.

“The area surrounding the core of the Chaos Pit has seen the percentage of order occupying the ground surge from the initial 32% to an astonishing 37%! And it’s still increasing at a considerable rate!”

"37%?"

A three-faced lord of the Flomos, who was constantly whispering chaotic proverbs, let out a piercing scream.

"So what?"

"Even if they temporarily increase it to 40% or 50%, do you think they can drive Chaos out of the abyss?"

"On the battlefield, it's all about ebb and flow! If we intensify our offensive at the front, we can still push back! What's the point of their actions other than enraging us and wasting their pitiful elite troops?"

This is a battlefield of bloodshed. The reason it became a battlefield of bloodshed is because the Chaos faction lost.

Do you think they, the Chaos faction, have won?

If we win, it won't become a battlefield of bloodshed. The reason why the battlefield of bloodshed exists is that the forces of order have dealt a heavy blow to the forces of chaos here.

Subsequently, the forces of chaos and order collided here, and the resulting peculiar battlefield was recognized by the rules of the astral plane.

Therefore, on the battlefield of bloody battle, the forces of chaos and order are constantly pulling each other apart.

Chaos only has the home-field advantage of the abyss, so it has a certain advantage in most battlefields, but sometimes it can be pushed back or even suppressed by the power of order.

All of these are possible.

Over the past ten thousand years, this kind of thing has become perfectly normal. (End of Chapter)