A different world game? A different world game!

The twisted "walls" of the chaotic pit, made of congealed flesh and charred bones, were forcibly torn open, leaving a huge, blood-soaked gap.

A torrent of Night's Watchmen and heroic spirits, carrying with them holy flames, thunderbolts, surging vines, and all-consuming shadows, surged into the most desecrated heart of this demon's lair.

However, breaking through the city's defenses was only the beginning of an even more brutal and brutal battle.

The internal battlefield was even more chaotic and narrow, and the demons' resistance was as frantic as a last gasp.

This was no longer a battle array charge on an open plain, but a complete, life-or-death melee.

A young Night's Watch warrior, his Bastion armor covered in deep, bone-revealing claw marks, his bloodshot eyes burning with unwavering resolve beneath his visor.

"Die, you damned demon!"

He roared and plunged the chipped blade of the Greatsword [Abyss Arbiter] into the eye socket of a horned demon, splattering blood and viscous fluid onto his arm armor.

The horned demon let out a dying howl, and its massive body crashed to the ground.

Just as the warrior was about to catch his breath, before he could even pull out the greatsword that was deeply embedded in his skull, a shadow suddenly pounced from his side and rear!
"Pfft—!"

A demonic claw, covered in jet-black armor and with edges as sharp as knives, easily tore through his already damaged armor on his side and plunged deep into his chest!
The excruciating pain instantly overwhelmed the warrior's senses. He looked down in disbelief and saw the claw gripping his beating heart, a chilling malice emanating from its tip.

"roll!"

A furious roar came from the side.

Another veteran of the Night's Watch witnessed all of this, and he abandoned the enemy in front of him, rushing forward like a mad tiger.

With lightning speed, the battle blade in his hand, shimmering with the afterglow of holy light, carried immense force as it precisely slashed towards the neck of the sneak-attacking Shadow Demon.

"Crack!"

The Shadow Demon's head flew up with a look of astonishment, gushing out a fountain of foul blood.

The veteran kicked aside the headless corpse and rushed to his fallen comrade, frantically trying to pull out the precious [Dawn of Light] healing potion from the medicine pouch at his waist.

"Hold on! Brother! Hold on!"

He roared, his voice trembling with fear and urgency.

However, the soldier he saved had his chest pierced through, and his heart had stopped beating in the demon's claws.

The light in the young soldier's eyes quickly dimmed, and his last breath dissipated into the foul air along with the gushing blood, leaving only empty eyes staring at the charred dome.

The veteran's hand froze in mid-air, the medicine bottle rolled to the ground, and an overwhelming sense of grief and helplessness gripped him instantly.

"boom!"

A fireball of lava, carrying the pungent smell of sulfur, hurtled towards the veteran who was momentarily stunned.

At the critical moment, a tower shield engraved with runes suddenly appeared in front of him.

"clang--!"

A dull thud was accompanied by a scorching shockwave.

The Night's Watchman, wielding his shield, was jolted back a step by the impact, the shield sizzling and leaving charred marks.

He let out a low growl and slammed his shield to the side, sending the remaining lava flying and splashing onto several charging lesser demons, causing a series of screams.

"Calm down, fight!"

The Night Watchman roared at the distraught old man, his voice booming through his visor.

The veteran shuddered, the grief in his eyes instantly replaced by a deeper rage and resolve.

He fiercely wiped the blood splattered on his face—some from his comrades, some from the devil—and bent down to pick up the blood-stained battle blade from the ground.

Before he could even glance at his fallen comrades, he roared as he charged toward the next wave of ferocious demons.

Here, death is the norm, mourning is a luxury, and only by wielding weapons can one survive in the next second.

Even the Night's Watch, even the Night's Watch with data-driven capabilities.

On such a battlefield, things can change in an instant, and death can come at any moment.

In this chaotic, bloody hell, a blinding flash of lightning stood out starkly.

That was a Thunder Spirit possessing the power of the [Thunder Spine] divine spear.

He was not a dragon like Bugret, but a humanoid figure, clad in illusory armor made of leaping electric arcs, and gripping a spear made entirely of condensed lightning.

"Sizzle—!"

The heroic warrior plunged his spear into the scorched ground.

In an instant, the violent electric current, like countless silvery-white venomous snakes, radiated outwards from the tip of the spear, spreading and leaping wildly in all directions.

The electric current traveled across the ground, emitting a chilling hiss that instantly covered an area of ​​several meters around it.

Then he jumped upwards.

The low-level demons touched by the leaping arc of electricity—the cowardly demons, the quasi demons, and even a few berserker demons—stiffened abruptly, as if struck by an invisible giant hammer.

They let out a shrill scream mixed with electrical noise, their muscles spasmed and twitched uncontrollably, blue smoke billowed from their mouths and noses, and their movements became extremely slow, or even completely paralyzed in place, unable to move.

"For the world! For order!"

The Night's Watch warriors, following closely behind, seized the fleeting opportunity like sharks smelling blood.

They roared slogans, and the blades of the [Abyss Arbiter] and the roar of the [Miniature Holy Light Hand Cannon] fell precisely and efficiently on the paralyzed demons.

Amidst the flashing blades and flying flesh, demons bound by lightning were harvested and purified in droves, like lambs to the slaughter.

Every spirit of the Sharpshooter was once a member of the Night's Watch, and they understood all too well how the Night's Watch fought.

They knew all too well how to cooperate and how to quickly integrate into the Night's Watch's combat system.

Each of the sniper heroes was in their designated positions, quickly assisting the troops in clearing out the demons.

The Thunder Spirit, like the core of a storm, moved constantly, its spear wielding a new electric whip that continuously created opportunities for its comrades to slaughter.

His movements were swift and precise, each discharge carrying a cold, judgmental air as he carried out the purification mission with an expressionless face.

The lightning unleashed by the spear was like a long whip, scattering and dancing in all directions as the spear tip dragged along.

A dense barrage of lightning.

And this lightning wasn't just in one place; it was everywhere, along with light descending from the sky, engulfing the darkness of the demons.

Hard to guard against.

Once they rushed in, the Night's Watchmen, having found their rhythm, slaughtered the demons with even greater ferocity.

Above the battlefield, deep within the core of the abyss node, twisted by chaotic energy and resembling a giant vortex of filthy blood.

A pair of indifferent eyes, seemingly composed of pure malice, were watching everything that was happening below.

The owner of that gaze was none other than the Abyss God who resided in this place.

Magnum.

His massive figure, shrouded in churning black mist, had been languidly reclining on a throne-like pile of bones, as if watching a bloody drama unfold.

The Night's Watch's bravery, the might of the heroes, the demons' defeat...

In his eyes, it was nothing more than a struggle between ants. In this abyss, he had seen countless battles like this, and on the bloody battlefield filled with war, it was a common sight.

He sat there, watching the demons below fall into a disadvantageous position, watching them be slaughtered by the Night's Watch, completely unmoved, showing no intention of intervening. His purpose was to guard against direct intervention from the gods of order, not to personally fight these mortal warriors.

After all, according to the unwritten "rules," if a god-level being directly attacks a mortal army, it will inevitably provoke an equal attack from the opposing god, pushing the war to a more uncontrollable and destructive level.

Moreover, in terms of the degree of involvement of deities.

The likelihood and various factors that would allow a deity of order to participate are far greater than those of an evil god.

Therefore, unless the deities of order appear, evil gods are generally unwilling to take the initiative to appear.

Moreover, the responsibility for the defeat in this battle lies entirely with those incompetent demon lords.

They failed to withstand the Night's Watch's offensive; they allowed these blades of order to pierce the heart of the abyss.

Before the gods appeared, both order and demons used massive armies to charge into battle and gain an advantage.

Even if a god appears, they will drag and control each other one-on-one.

Ultimately, it comes down to the strength of the troops.

However, demons generally have an overwhelming advantage in numbers, and their quality is not bad either.

Therefore, the Order forces rarely manage to truly breach the demons' defenses, and the demons rarely mount a defensive response; even on plains, they will launch massive charges.

The punishment of the abyss will only fall on the heads of those lords, what does it have to do with him, this high and mighty evil god?

He was happy to have some peace and quiet, watching the world go by.

However, just as the Night's Watch and the Heroic Spirits stormed into the core area, beginning their fierce assault and destruction of the tainted abyssal node, and the Light of Order even began to erode the edges of the swirling vortex of blood—

A cold, vast, and unquestionable absolute will, like an invisible shackle, suddenly emanated from the deepest part of the abyss, directly imprinting itself on the depths of the evil god's consciousness.

That was a crystal-clear command issued by the very will of the abyss itself.

Stop them, in the name of the abyss.

The evil god's face, shrouded in shadow, seemed to contort slightly, letting out a barely audible sigh filled with deep annoyance.

It's rare that even evil gods are helpless against it.

"Tsk... What a hassle."

His low, hoarse murmurs echoed in the chaotic energy, audible only to himself.

"I was hoping to see a good show... These useless people can't even handle this little thing properly, and in the end I'll have to clean up their mess."

His heart was filled with helplessness and reluctance.

Although he had already anticipated this scene.

Once he makes his move, it will mean breaking the delicate balance of the fact that the savior named Kana, that troublesome guy, will inevitably show up.

A war between the gods that he tried so hard to avoid is probably inevitable.

But the will of the abyss cannot be defied. Even an evil god could not bear that punishment.

Not to mention that he has now been forcibly ordered to take action.

But let's just do what we're told; we can't really expect him to achieve any specific results.

The savior has not yet appeared; his appearance will surely draw the enemy into battle.

That's enough.

"Let me give it a try, newborn savior..."

The figure of the evil god slowly rose from the skeletal throne, and the churning black mist around him became even thicker and more violent.

With a clench of his enormous hand, a massive warhammer, grotesque in appearance and seemingly forged from countless tormented souls, wrapped in filthy runes, appeared out of thin air in his grasp.

The warhammer's surface was covered with dark red lava patterns, exuding a suffocating aura of destruction.

Tap forward.

The air was instantly shattered into fragments, and a portal to space appeared before him. He swaggered in, weapon in hand.

Then he appeared directly above the battlefield, and his appearance immediately caught the attention of the demon lord and Leilia and others on the battlefield.

After all, this evil god made no attempt to conceal his divine power after his appearance, and his chaotic magic immediately poured out across the entire area.

As their own god appeared, the demons instantly screamed and cheered, along with all sorts of bloody words.

They seemed to have received a morale boost, and went berserk in an instant.

At that critical moment, he actually withstood the Night's Watch's thrust.

Magmuru, floating in the air, stared down below.

He did not immediately launch a devastating attack on the ant-like Night's Watch forces below; that would be too undignified and too hasty.

He simply released his own vast and filthy aura, belonging to an evil god, as if it were a tangible force, and his figure clearly appeared above the battlefield, before the node of the filthy blood vortex.

He was like a huge, ominous shadow looming over everyone.

This is not an attack, but a declaration, a blatant challenge.

He was waiting, waiting for that figure that was bound to appear.

Logically, a normal evil god would directly charge into the enemy ranks at this time and take the opportunity to massacre the enemy's forces, thus creating a chance for the demon to win.

But that's normal.

That was when the forces of Order and the forces of Chaos were locked in a fierce battle.

That was on the battlefield of direct confrontation.

Now the enemy has broken through and is tearing through their rear, rapidly depleting their manpower.

Quickly allow chaos to gain the upper hand.

At this point, you can't be impatient.

In the midst of a bloody battle, the appearance of one or two more wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing.

Because the chaotic demons have their own interests, it is precisely for this reason that the Abyss can hardly command them under normal circumstances.

We must also be constantly vigilant against the strange actions of these evil gods.

At that moment, Magrum's eyes lit up. He looked ahead, into the dark distance, into the unseen realm.

Almost at the same instant the oppressive aura of the evil god descended, a pure and vast silver light suddenly shone from behind the Night's Watch forces, dispelling the surrounding chaotic gloom.

In the radiance, the figure of the savior Kana emerged calmly and resolutely.

His gaze pierced through the chaotic battlefield, locking onto the evil god high in the sky, and his body began to emanate the supreme majesty of order and creation that belonged to the gods.

A silent standoff suddenly formed above the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, before the core of the abyss.

The power of order and data intertwine, creating a powerful, erosive force that disrupts the established order.

The shockwave instantly pushed the chaotic magic forward a great distance.

Magrum raised his warhammer and pointed it at Karna. (End of Chapter)