A different world game? A different world game!

Leilia held two divine artifacts, and the platinum-gold holy flames around her slowly receded like a tide.

But the concentrated pressure was so real that it made the air itself freeze.

Her crimson ponytail moved without wind, and her heroic face was filled with the purest contempt and disgust for the creatures of the abyss.

His gaze swept across the twisted remains of the Bone-Piercing Demon Lord on the ground like a blade, then turned to the billowing sulfurous dust in the direction where the Berserker Demon Lord had disappeared, and he spat fiercely.

"Pah! Disgusting creature! It's willing to stab its own comrades in the back without hesitation. Scum of the abyss, it will never amount to anything!"

Her voice, metallic and resonant, echoed across the now-silent battlefield.

Chasing after the Berserker Demon? Pointless.

The severely wounded demon lord before us is the threat that must be eliminated. Although it is not completely dead, its broken limbs and dissipated fel energy have made it unable to escape.

"You think you've got me cornered?!"

The two remaining heads of the Bone-Piercing Demon Lord let out hoarse, overlapping roars, and the broken bone blades swung futilely, trying to gather their last bit of power.

However, the only response it received was the cold smile on Lelia's lips.

"Noisy!"

Leilia didn't even bother to say anything more. She stomped her four hooves on the ground, cracking it, and the platinum-gold holy flames erupted once again.

【Sun Soul】 and 【Radiant Oath】 transformed into two streams of destructive light in her hands, instantly bridging the distance.

In the molten lava-like single eye of the Bone-Piercing Demon Lord, despair and madness intertwined.

Blow up!

This was the only way it could think of to drag this damned centaur down with it and save its soul from returning to the abyss.

Its core of evil energy began to compress and boil recklessly, attempting to trigger the devastating chain reaction.

However, Leilia—this "master of combat"—had already slaughtered a mountain of demons.

She was intimately familiar with the tricks of the abyss demons.

Just as the core energy of the Bone-Piercing Demon Lord was about to explode out of control, the tip of [Radiant Oath] pierced the node where its energy was converging with unparalleled precision.

The power of the [Piercing] rule ignored its last defense, and holy purifying energy poured into its fel core like molten lava.

"Do not--!!!"

The piercing scream of the Bone Demon Lord abruptly ceased, replaced by a terrifying muffled sound as energy was forcibly annihilated and structure was burned from the inside by holy flames.

Its swollen body quickly deflated and charred like a leaky balloon.

Without pausing, Lelia unleashed her [Sun Soul] with the force to cleave mountains and shatter peaks, accompanied by the all-purifying platinum holy flames, and slashed down fiercely.

"Crack—Pfft!"

The bones and armor shattered, and the flesh and blood were charred.

The last two hideous heads of the Bone-Piercing Demon Lord flew high into the air and turned to ashes in the holy flames. The headless remains twitched a few times and then remained motionless.

With the complete demise of the Bone-Piercing Demon Lord and the Berserker Demon Lord's ignominious escape, the last vestige of resistance on this scorching battlefield crumbled.

The Holy Gunslingers—the Radiant Knights, Winged Archers, and Oathkeepers who shone with the light of order—along with the Night's Watch's elite warriors, began methodically clearing away the remaining scattered demons, like the most efficient purifying machines.

The divine radiance, like a tangible tide, completely covered and washed over this scorched earth, soaked in demonic blood and reeking of sulfur, purifying all traces of chaos.

Not far away, Velen leaned on his spear, a relieved smile finally appearing on his tired face as he looked at the centaur general bathed in the faint holy flames.

The divine spear [Radiant Oath] hovered silently beside Leilia, its sacred runes shimmering slightly, like a docile yet ever-ready lion ready to pounce again, awaiting its next summons.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, young Poka Anvil was closely following his father, Halson—a figure now a holy spirit, radiating the light of order.

He swung the warhammer in his hand with more determination and power than ever before.

Each hammer blow that shattered the demon's head seemed to be a response to the father's will.

Two generations of Night's Watch, with their flesh and blood and heroic spirits, completed the inheritance of their beliefs and the camaraderie of their will on this scorched earth of the abyss.

Leilia surveyed the battlefield, confirming there were no more threats. Her slightly rapid breathing, caused by the intense fighting, subsided, and her voice, carrying an undeniable authority, resounded throughout the battlefield.

"Rest where you are! Treat the wounded and replenish supplies! We'll continue our advance in one day!"

This time, even the relentless storm of battle must take a breather.

……

In a desolate area far from the main battlefield, covered with jagged, charred rocks, the atmosphere was oppressively suffocating.

Greyfang, the captain who was originally a pterosaur knight, was holding the [Six Divine Dragons - Scorching Scales] in one hand at the moment.

With its tip lowered, the gun body, which gradually changed from crimson to dark gold, seemed to come alive, flowing with viscous, scorching liquid flames like molten lava from the earth's core.

Centered on him, an invisible "scorching domain" expanded domineeringly, the air distorted due to the extreme heat, making crackling sounds, and even the dry rocks on the ground began to soften and flow.

Ahead, the scattered horde of lesser demons, like a swarm of frightened rats, huddled tightly behind a massive, charred rock, emitting fearful howls.

Occasionally, one or two stronger horned demons would try to muster the courage to roar.

But when their crimson eyes met the divine spear radiating destructive heat, or even just the light distorted by the intense heat at the edge of the domain, their throats felt as if they were being choked by an invisible hand. Their roars instantly turned into whimpering cries, and they shrank back in terror.

"Maintain formation! Conserve ammunition, they don't deserve it!"

Greytooth's voice was cold and clear, piercing through the eerie silence of the battlefield and soothing the Night's Watch warriors behind him, who were equally exhausted but still on edge.

They had just survived a fierce battle, repelling a surprise attack from another demon. The terrifying power of [Burning Scales] was the key to victory, but it also signaled an escalation of the battle.

A young soldier, his face still bearing the dust of battle and a trace of lingering fear, couldn't help but whisper a question to the veteran beside him.

"Captain, why aren't they attacking? We don't have many people..."

The old soldier beside him, his face crisscrossed with scars that looked particularly menacing in the heat, chuckled, but his cloudy eyes gleamed with awe for the power of the divine gun.

"Idiot, do you even have eyes? Look at those rocks, what's that puddle of tar-like stuff?"

He raised his chin and pointed to several charred, still-smoking, sticky marks at the edge of the charred rock's shadow.

"Some dared to try and ambush us, but the moment they stepped into the red light's range, they were instantly incinerated without even a sound! Not even a bone remained! Demons may be insane, but they're not stupid enough to throw their lives away!"

— Wherever the scorching scales pass, the blazing flames do not merely burn, but directly "melt" and "vaporize" all matter!
The invisible heatwave was like an invisible wall of fire. Any demon that dared to approach, regardless of size or strength, was instantly incinerated, leaving no time to even scream, only a wisp of smoke and barely perceptible scorch marks on the ground.

Greytooth felt the burning pulse emanating from the gun, like the pulse of the earth itself. This divine gun from Kanah had given the team the power to tear apart the demonic tides in the abyss.

But he felt no relief whatsoever.

The intensity of the battle has reached its peak, with the demons' resistance becoming increasingly frantic and organized.

His gaze fell upon the distant, abyssal point—the final destination of their journey—shrouded in the aura of the abyss, and he gave the order in a deep voice.

"Stay put on guard for 15 minutes, then advance at full speed! We must rejoin the other teams as soon as possible and attack the final checkpoint!"

Time became their most precious ally, as well as their most dangerous enemy.

……

"BOOM—!" The deafening explosion shattered the deathly silence in front of the fortress!

The alchemical bomb precisely tore a twisted rift in the massive fortress's gate, which was covered in fel runes.

Just as the smoke from the explosion had not yet cleared and the angry roars of the demon guards had just rang out, Apis Ribien—the blasphemous priestess in black robes and blood-stained robes—appeared like a ghost before the crevice.

Her face remained expressionless, only radiating a chilling killing intent. With a backhand motion, she plunged the jet-black spear, its tip forked like a snake's fangs, into the scorched earth.

"In the name of the Night's Watch, crush them!"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it possessed a strange penetrating power, like the whisper of the abyss itself.

Where the spear tip pierced, the earth was instantly stained a murky black.

Immediately afterwards, the space ripped open by the gun barrel was like a torn wound, gushing out a viscous, seemingly living darkness.

A thousand Dark Corruption Heroes roared forth, their very existence a blasphemy against the light.

In stark contrast to the holy and radiant heroes under Lelia's command, these heroes' armor was not metal, but rather flowed with a viscous, dripping liquid darkness, and their light-forged chocobo mounts had eerie will-o'-the-wisps flickering in their eye sockets, neighing silently.

The Dark Knights charged, leaving scorched, bubbly marks on the ground where their heavy hooves or bird claws pounded.

A berserker roared and swung its Hellfire Axe, cleaving it fiercely into the chest of a Dark Knight.

However, the axe blade, imbued with destructive power, did not cleave through the armor as expected; instead, it seemed to sink into the thickest swamp.

Even more terrifying, the liquid darkness, like a living thing, rapidly spread and eroded upwards along the axe blade, causing the monstrous, scaly arm to turn gray, decay, and peel off at a visible speed.

"Damn creations of order... What... what is this?! Ah—!!!"

The berserker roared in pain and rage, feeling as if its arm was being gnawed by millions of invisible venomous insects, its life force rapidly draining away.

This power is more insidious and darker than the corruption of the abyss.

It instinctively tried to pull back its axe, but found that the darkness was like a persistent, insidious wound, tightly binding its weapon and arm.

"Shameless creatures of order! You are more depraved than demons!"

Above the fortress, a Sylvanas lord in command unleashed a sharp curse, attempting to disrupt the heroic spirits with blasphemous magic.

Before its curses had even faded, a spear made of pure nothingness, seemingly capable of devouring light, was silently shot from the hand of a Dark Erosion Archer, instantly traversing space and piercing its chest with pinpoint accuracy.

There was no explosion, no flame, only extreme darkness and corrosion.

The Demon Lord froze, his eyes filled with unbelievable fear.

Its body began to rapidly disintegrate and melt from the wound, like a wax figure dissolved by strong acid. In a few breaths, it turned into a pool of foul-smelling, black, viscous substance, which stained the gray fortress walls and slowly flowed down.

Apis stepped expressionlessly over the corpse of a Grummon, which had been completely swallowed by darkness and was now just an empty shell, making a slight cracking sound.

She raised her head, gazing at the demons rioting in fear deep within the fortress, a cold smile curving her lips, her voice carrying clearly across the battlefield.

"Did you hear that, you scum? That's the abyss itself howling!"

She raised the [Dark Erosion] weapon high and swung it forward with a sudden motion, as if delivering a final judgment.

"Attack! Leave no one alive! Let these filth melt into mud and water that nourish the earth!"

The Dark Erosion Heroes let out a silent roar, unleashing a dark tide that devoured everything, and surged into the cracks in the fortress.

The Night's Watch soldiers followed closely behind, their morale soaring to its peak due to the overwhelming power of darkness.

……

"Pfft!"

The spearhead, emerald green with golden liquid flowing through its wood grain—[Six Divine Dragons—Emerald Heart]—emerged like a venomous snake's tongue from the chest of a Flomo Lord attempting to ambush him from behind.

Isabella flicked her wrist sharply, with a cold and precise motion.

A surge of life force rushed from the gun into the demon's body, but this was not healing; it was the cruelest form of plunder.

The Lord of Fro let out an extremely shrill scream. Its strong demonic body, covered with a tough outer skin, withered and died at a visible speed, like a plant thrown into the desert.

The once-powerful lord collapsed, and the tough outer skin turned gray and fragile. In just a few breaths, this once-dominant lord was transformed into a rotten wooden statue that looked as if it had been dried up for hundreds of years.

Even more chilling was the burst of emerald light emanating from its dried-up carcass.

Thick, thorny, bloodthirsty vines, like greedy tentacles, wrapped around the tender branches of new trees, frantically emerging, spreading, and growing from their eye sockets, mouths, noses, and joint crevices.

In an instant, the "mummy" transformed into a bizarre plant nest, with vines like living nooses rushing towards the terrified demons around it, entwining, tightening, piercing, and absorbing them.

"You scum blocking the way—!"

Isabella's blood-stained silver hair flew wildly in the gale. She kicked the still-growing desiccated corpse away, knocking down several cowardly demons who couldn't dodge in time.

Her eyes were sharp as an eagle's, and she had already noticed the unusual movements on the flank.

"Shadow Fiend! Watch out!"

The adjutant yelled a warning, while raising his shield to block the venomous bone spikes that shot out from the shadows.

With a snap, a bone spur pierced his arm guard, causing him to groan in pain as his left arm was almost severed.

But the next moment, a miracle happened.

Following closely behind Isabella, the Emerald Hearts warriors charged forward, their emerald glow sweeping across the scorched earth like a tide of life.

A spirit of Cui Xin waved her hand, scattering specks of vibrant green dust that landed precisely on the adjutant's severed arm.

The flesh and blood seemed to writhe and grow as if activated, the broken bones emitted a faint glow, and new muscle fibers and skin intertwined and covered each other at an incredible speed.

The excruciating pain subsided quickly, and a tingling sensation spread from the severed limb. In just a few heartbeats, a tender but intact arm had been reborn.

"Left wing replacement! Cui Xin grants you a second life!"

Feeling the power of rebirth, the adjutant roared and threw himself back into battle, his voice filled with a fanatical faith in the power of life.

Isabella stood tall in the center of the battlefield, her [Emerald Heart] pointing directly at the routed demon army that had completely collapsed due to the death of their lord and this terrifying life magic, her voice like a proclamation.

"Crush them! Use their blood to water our new garden!"

Her gaze swept across the desolate wasteland, polluted by demons and devoid of life, as if she were seeing a vision of the future.

"Let the flower of life bloom again amidst these ruins of demons!"

With her will, the earth roared violently.

Countless bloodthirsty vines that had been lurking underground burst forth from the soil like giant pythons awakening.

They are as thick as pillars, with sharp wooden spikes and deadly paralyzing toxins, lashing, entangled, and piercing wildly.

The Shadow Demon that had been lying in ambush was easily pulled from the shadows, shredded into pieces, and used as nourishment for the vines.

The obstructing rubble was swept away with tremendous force, and the demons' formation was completely torn apart. Wherever the vines passed, the scorched earth was uprooted, and tender green shoots stubbornly emerged.

It greedily absorbed the "fertilizer" formed from the flesh and blood of the demon, and quickly took root and spread.

A death storm driven by life itself is relentlessly engulfing and purifying the defeated demon army, sowing seeds of new life across this desolate land. (End of Chapter)