A different world game? A different world game!

Above the scorched earth of the abyss.

A huge gap has been torn open in the chaotic pit walls made of flesh and bones.

A torrent of Night's Watchmen and heroic spirits is pouring into the area, engaging in a fierce and chaotic battle with the swarming demons.

The deafening shouts of battle, the roars of energy, the wails of the dying, and the howls of demons mingled together, creating a hellish symphony.

An even greater and more soul-chilling pressure suddenly descended, like an icy tide instantly engulfing the core area of ​​the entire battlefield.

Above the battlefield, the abyssal god Magrum stood proudly suspended.

His very existence is the embodiment of the abyss's tyranny.

Standing a full eight meters tall, its massive humanoid demonic body was muscular and seemed to have been sculpted from a lava mountain range.

What covered his body was not ordinary armor, but a ferocious suit of armor forged from iron from the depths of the abyss, covered with dark cracks. Dark red, magma-like patterns flowed through the cracks, emitting a foul stench of sulfur and blood.

The armor did not completely cover his body; his bare chest, arms, and other parts were covered with layers of thick, keratinous shells that looked like a fusion of obsidian and scales, gleaming with an ominous light.

His head was a typical feature of a high-ranking demon; his enormous demon horns were not curved, but rather like two poisoned swords, piercing straight up from his forehead to the sky, radiating a sharpness that could tear the heavens apart.

Behind him, a pair of enormous demonic wings, resembling a combination of tattered bat wings and bone wings, slowly flapped.

Each flap of the wings stirred up a bloody stench, and the tattered edges of the wings added to the cruel and brutal beauty.

His thick, siege-pillar-like arms gripped a terrifying weapon—a crimson hammer forged from countless twisted souls and writhing with agonizing screams.

Magrum hovered above the chaotic battlefield, his gaze savage, cruel, and impatient, driven by the will of the abyss, like a tangible blade.

They were firmly fixed on the figure in front of them, radiating a pure and orderly light.

Confronting him from afar was none other than the newly crowned savior—Kana.

At this moment, Kana is no longer in his normal human form.

He manifested a divine form, growing to about five meters in size. Although far smaller than Magrum, he exuded a completely different and awe-inspiring majesty.

His original hair had turned into flowing silver-white, cascading down his shoulders like a moonlit waterfall.

In his eyes, a cold, rational light intertwined with a crystalline divine radiance, as if containing some profound truth.

Most striking was the enormous ring floating behind his head—not a physical object, but a ring of order composed of countless precisely flowing and constantly calculating data streams.

Like a miniature astrolabe that constantly deduces the rules of the world.

He wore no armor, only a simple yet infinitely mysterious silver-white robe, covered with extremely intricate, orderly runes that resembled circuit diagrams or star trails, understated yet profound.

From the arms down to the shoulders, the structure is not made of flesh and blood—it is a flowing, silvery substance like liquid starlight. The arms seem to be a condensed version of the starry sky, with starlight twinkling within them.

What's even more striking is that, amidst this pure silver-white and starlight, several dark red lines, resembling thorns or veins, are wrapped around his torso and arms. Far from detracting from the sense of holiness, they add a sense of tragic grandeur and power, forged in blood and fire and bearing the weight of heavy sacrifice.

It appears even more sacred.

Overall, Kana is like the embodiment of order and law on earth—serious, rational, and perfect—while the crimson hue speaks of the cruelty and sanctity of the path of protection.

The two deities, one representing the chaos and tyranny of the abyss and the other symbolizing the rationality and protection of order, instantly pushed the atmosphere of the battlefield to another dimension with their confrontation.

Divine power is like a prison!

Both sides of the warriors, whether they were Night Watchers, Heroic Spirits, or crazed demons engaged in battle, all felt an immense pressure originating from their very life instincts at this moment.

The Night Watchmen and the heroes felt a surge of exhilaration and courage welling up within them.

As if a pillar of support had descended, their will became even stronger, and after a brief pause, their offensive became even more ferocious and fearless, erupting with a deafening battle roar as they launched a more resolute charge toward the core of the chaotic pit!
On the demon side, the arrival of the evil god plunged them into utter rage and bloodlust. Urged on by the will of the abyss, they became even more fearless, attempting to use their numbers and madness to block the torrent of order.

Magrum's enormous eyes, burning with abyssal fire, were fixed on the silver-white divine figure.

This was the first time he had faced this rising "savior" so closely on the battlefield.

He had already heard of Kana's name when he was sent to this battlefield by the will of the abyss.

A newly born god bearing the title of "savior".

This is an extremely rare existence even in the vast star system.

He knew that the other party had only recently become a god and that his foundation was still shallow, so he should be at the bottom of the weak divine power level.

However, what I saw with my own eyes at this moment was that although the divine power flowing from the other party was restrained, its level of refinement and power had clearly reached the peak bottleneck of weak divine power.

'Is this the power of the savior?'

A sense of seriousness and barely perceptible apprehension swept through Magrum's mind.

'Even upon entering the realm of gods, their growth rate far surpasses that of ordinary deities… The feat of saving a world, gaining the will of the entire world as their backing and shield, and even the astral plane showing them favor… truly… unpleasant potential.'

He made no attempt to hide his disgust and jealousy; that was the chaotic nature of him.

As he scrutinized Kana, Kana's eyes, composed of data streams, were also analyzing the abyssal evil god before him with absolute rationality.

Karna's core processor was running at high speed, instantly analyzing Magrum's behavioral logic.

The fact that the Night's Watch forces were forced to appear only at the most critical moment, when they had already breached the city walls and were wreaking havoc in the heart of the demon's lair, demonstrates that the enemy's desire to stop the Night's Watch's attack was not strong.

Its posture even implied a hint of indifference and a resistance to the forceful command of the abyss's will.

'A strategy of containment, not a fight to the death.'

Karna quickly arrived at the conclusion of the optimal strategy.

'Accumulate divine power, maintain pressure, and engage in tactical maneuvering. After assessing the opponent's defense threshold, unleash a rule-level attack at the most opportune moment, striving to inflict considerable damage. The purpose of this move is to provide the opponent with evidence that they have "fought with all their might."'

This reduces the probability of the enemy suffering additional penalties from the Abyss's will for "not giving their all," thereby extending their passive combat status and indirectly ensuring the window of opportunity for the troops below to act.

With a very rational mind, Kana immediately determined how he should proceed in this battle.

Just as Magrum was getting irritated by Kana's cold, emotionless scrutiny, and the roar of the Abyss's will in his ears grew increasingly piercing and sharp, he could no longer maintain the facade of confrontation.

A roar, a mixture of rage and resignation, echoed through the sky.

"Newborn savior! Your arrogance and order have come to an end! In this furnace of the abyss, let me crush your laughable laws with this warhammer that has crushed countless lives! Feel the power of the abyss!" Magrum's massive body erupted with a terrifying aura like a lava eruption. He gripped the crimson giant hammer tightly with both hands, and his enormous demonic wings suddenly flapped, stirring up a bloody wind and waves, crashing towards Karna like a world-destroying meteor.

The giant hammer was raised high, and countless vengeful spirits wrapped around it emitted mournful screams, as if the space itself was about to be crushed by its weight.

Faced with this devastating attack, Cana's expression remained completely unchanged.

His silver-white robes fluttered without wind, and the data ring behind his head suddenly accelerated its rotation.

He raised his arms, and the liquid starlight that made up his arms instantly boiled and expanded!
"Order·Reconstruction." A cold, divine voice rang out.

In an instant, a massive amount of silver liquid gushed out from his arms, not scattered, but instantly shaped and solidified under his will.

In front of Kana, two enormous, silver-white energy hands, composed of pure liquid laws, appeared out of thin air.

The giant hand spread its five fingers, with countless intricate runes flowing in its palm. It carried an overwhelming and irresistible power of order, and shoved Magrum forward fiercely as he charged towards him.

"boom--!!!"

The deafening roar seemed to tear the entire abyss battlefield apart.

A giant hand formed from pure order collided violently with a blood-red warhammer entangled in abyssal filth and the wails of souls!
A blinding light and a violent energy shockwave exploded in a spherical shape.

Maglum's momentum was abruptly halted.

His massive body trembled violently, his arm muscles bulged, and the space beneath his feet rippled from his powerful stomp.

He roared, trying to crush the pair of giant silver hands with brute force, but the power of the rules contained in the giant hands was extremely tough, and actually pushed him and the warhammer backward.

What angered Magrum even more was that the silver liquid that formed the giant hand did not disappear when it was shaken apart.

Instead, it quickly coiled around his blood-red warhammer as if it were alive, and tried to spread along the handle to his thick arm.

Wherever the silver liquid passed, the wailing spirits on the warhammer screamed even more pitifully as if they had encountered their nemesis, their crimson light dimmed, and even their abyssal forged iron bodies emitted a hissing sound as they were being "purified".

"Go away!"

Magrum roared, and his body suddenly erupted with an intense, dark red aura, like a volcanic eruption from the abyss.

The filthy blood energy containing the origin of its evil god violently impacted and finally forcibly dispersed and annihilated the silver liquid attached to the warhammer and arms.

Enraged, Maglum's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he held nothing back.

He gripped the hammer handle tightly with both hands, chanting blasphemous incantations from the abyss. Suddenly, the blood-red warhammer erupted with a blinding crimson light, its size expanding several times in an instant, like a pillar supporting the sky.

"Get down here!" he roared, slamming the blood-red giant hammer, which had expanded to its limit, down towards where Kana was—no, towards the space where Kana was.

The sky suddenly darkened!

A dark red warhammer phantom, dozens of times larger than the physical giant hammer in Magrum's hand, composed of pure abyssal rules and the will to destroy, appeared out of thin air.

This phantom carried an unparalleled weight and an absolute sense of oppression as if a corner of the abyss had collapsed.

The space beneath it groaned under its unbearable weight, and layers of folds appeared, a testament to the immense pressure of the rules.

Kana's data eye instantly captured the "lock-in" and "pressure" rules contained in this attack.

He didn't just stand there and stubbornly resist.

Almost the instant the giant hammer phantom appeared, he gently waved his arm, which was made of liquid stars, and his figure disappeared from the spot, appearing hundreds of meters away as if by teleportation—that area was the most densely packed rear assembly area of ​​the demon legion!
Wherever Kana's afterimage remained, the silver liquid did not leave with him; instead, it surged and grew wildly at the critical moment.

Countless silver, liquid roots of rules burst forth as if they possessed life, instantly intertwining, entwining, and merging.

They grew and intertwined at an astonishing speed, forming a colossal, deeply rooted "Silver World Tree" phantom where Kana had originally stood.

The upward-reaching "branches" are not leaves, but giant energy shields layered, precisely arranged, and shimmering with countless defensive runes.

"Boom—!"

The dark red phantom of the giant hammer of rules, carrying the power to crush everything, slammed heavily onto the silver giant tree composed of the rules of order.

An indescribable, terrifying energy shockwave erupted in a devastating ring.

The blinding light instantly blinded all who witnessed it. The space shattered like fragile glass.

However, the seemingly flexible roots of the giant silver tree were deeply anchored in the rules of space, and the layers of branches and shields constantly broke and regenerated rapidly, managing to withstand this earth-shattering blow.

The giant tree trembled violently, flashing silver light wildly, but ultimately did not collapse.

And the direction in which the shock wave spreads...

The new location that Kana chose was in the area with the highest concentration of demons.

The devastating aftershocks of energy swept across the wheat field like the most violent hurricane.

The first to be affected were the mid-to-high-ranking demon legions who had been drawn together by Magrum's divine power and had not yet had time to disperse.

Whether it was the heavily armored Horned Demon Overlord, the cunning and ferocious Berserker Demon Lord, or the dense sea of ​​inferior demons... they were as fragile as paper in the face of the aftershocks of the collision containing the power of the rules of two gods.

There was no scream; there was no time to react.

Thousands of demons, along with the fortresses and twisted demonic structures made of bones and filthy mud beneath their feet, were silently reduced to the finest dust the instant they came into contact with the edge of the shockwave.

It was as if an invisible giant hand had completely wiped it off the canvas, leaving only a huge, smooth, bottomless fan-shaped pit.

Although the Night's Watch assault force was far away and from a different direction, they still felt the earth-shattering impact. The runes on the sturdy [Bastion Oath] heavy armor flickered wildly, and the radiant domains of the heroes fluctuated violently.

If Kana hadn't deliberately chosen a location far from them, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Magrum in the sky looked at the "results" of his attack—a large area of ​​demon territory that had been cleared—and his eyes twitched almost imperceptibly.

Although he wouldn't have cared about that much anyway.

Meanwhile, Kana remained suspended at a safe distance, her silver robes fluttering in the turbulent energy currents, and her data ring operating steadily.

His cold eyes were fixed on Magrum. (End of Chapter)