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Above the scorched earth of the abyss, the struggle between order and chaos has reached its boiling point.

Below, the torrent of Night Watchers and the Legion of Heroes was pushing forward inch by inch toward the Chaos Incubation Pool, which throbbed like a giant heart, despite the frenzied counterattacks of the demon lords.

The warriors were clad in the heavily armored [Barrier Oath], riddled with cracks and scorch marks, and each swing of the [Abyss Arbiter] greatsword in their hands was imbued with a resolute will.

The roar of the Miniature Holy Light Hand Cannon continuously purified the horned demons and berserker demons that were rushing towards them at close range.

The Holy Oath Defenders constructed a mobile barrier with tower shields engraved with life runes. Emerald light continuously healed their comrades, while vampire vines sprouting from the edges of the shields turned demons into rapidly withering "flowerpots."

The Dark Corruption Heroes are ever-present, creating chaos and infighting within the Demonic Front.

Balzac and Lelia continued their clashes.

Although Balzac was stronger and more powerful, he managed to suppress Lelia with the Demon Sword.

However, on such a battlefield, the strength of the two sides was not significantly different. Although he could suppress Leilia, he could not kill her.

He is the lord of war, and his combat prowess is beyond question, but Leilia is also a vanguard of the charge, a fanatical warrior.

In the midst of the fierce battle, Leilia quickly adapted.

At this moment, waves of divine power clashing came from afar.

Balzac had to shift his attention there.

What he saw was a scene of demons falling to their deaths. The Night's Watch's assault force was already struggling to stop them, and now the battlefield of the gods was right next to them.

It severely impacted the demon army, causing unparalleled damage to a large area of ​​demons.

Balzac was furious, but there was nothing he could do.

A beam of holy light descended from the sky; it was a fluctuation of divine power.

Then a long beam swept across, and all the demons were cleaved into pieces and vanished.

A pinhole appeared immediately.

Then the Night's Watchmen took advantage of the gap and quickly advanced.

These people have come very close to the incubation pool.

A large amount of holy light power spread there, severely affecting the chaotic power of the abyss hatching pool.

"Damn it! All you demons, listen to me: if we fail again, the Abyss will punish us, and you and I will be buried with it."

"Stop them at all costs, even if it means death. We still have a chance to start over. But if we fail..."

Balzac did not continue speaking.

But all the demons know this.

Now is no time to procrastinate.

The fear of the will of the abyss weighed down on them.

At this moment, the roar of the will of the abyss also came from the sky.

As the power of order gained the upper hand, the abyss, as if triggered by some mechanism, began to urge on frantically.

A large number of demon lords began to rush forward like madmen.

The demon lords were driven to their utmost ferocity by the threat posed by Balzac and the will of the abyss.

Several enormous berserker lords abandoned their battle with the heroic spirits and crashed into the Night's Watch's front line like out-of-control chariots, tearing open gaps with their giant axes and claws burning with fel energy.

In the sky, several Flood Lords swooped down with poisonous clouds, attempting to disrupt those behind them.

Even more so, Shadow Fiend Lords roam the shadows, specifically targeting spellcasters and commanders for assassination.

In an instant, the advance of the Heroic Spirits and the Night's Watch was abruptly halted. Every step forward came at a terrible cost, and blood soaked the scorched earth.

"Damn it! They've all gone mad!"

A Night's Watch centurion parried a berserker's slash, but was ripped in the ribs by a bone spike coming from the other side, and staggered backward.

The crazed demon blocked it with its might.

A madness that disregarded all costs, a willingness to take someone with them even in death. The aura emanating from them forced the Night's Watch to halt, preventing them from advancing an inch, and even causing them to retreat.

Many Night's Watch members were severely wounded or even killed in such suicidal attacks.

Suddenly, the two sides entered a meat grinder mode.

But time is not on the Night's Watch's side; they must hurry.

At this critical moment of stalemate—

"Now!"

While Lelia was engaged in a fierce battle with Balzac, she was enveloped by the crimson sword light of the demonic sword [Soul Eater], but she still keenly sensed the changes in the overall battlefield and the pulsation of power emanating from the deepest part of her own side.

At the heart of the six heroic spirit forces fighting alongside the Night's Watch, stood six heroic spirit commanders: the Commander of the Radiant Knights, the Commander of the Radiant Archers, the Commander of the Oathkeepers, the Leader of the Shadow Guards, the Commander of the Frost Howl Ice Skeletons, and the Thunder Heroic Spirit Overlord.

They simultaneously raised their Heroic Spirit standard-issue spears—though not the six dragons themselves, they were the vessels through which their power extended.

"In the name of the savior Kanah, guided by the light of order!"

"Gather the power of the six dragons!"

"Appear here, crossing the barrier of legend!"

The six spears unleashed divine light that was distinct yet shared the same origin.

Blazing holy light, leaping thunder, biting frost, scorching flames, profound darkness, and vibrant life.

Six beams of light shot into the sky, not to attack the enemy, but to converge, merge, and collapse wildly in the air above the battlefield.

All the demons, including Balzac who was launching a fierce attack, suddenly felt a terrifying premonition of impending doom.

Within the converging clusters of light, an indescribable, majestic presence was rapidly taking shape.

As the light faded, a heroic commander clad in composite divine armor stood in mid-air.

He was nearly three meters tall, and his body seemed to be cast from flowing holy light metal, presenting a divine white-gold texture. The lines of his armor were both elegant and full of power.

Behind it were not wings, but two pairs of energy wings composed entirely of wildly pulsating azure lightning, which emitted a deep rumble as they unfolded.

A semi-transparent cloak, entirely made of frigid wind and ice crystals, moved swiftly behind his shoulders without wind, emanating an aura of absolute zero, freezing the air wherever it passed.

What he held in his hand was no longer a single spear, but a spiral spear that seemed to be compressed and condensed from the purest flames, the temperature of the spear tip causing the surrounding space to distort slightly.

The dark, corrosive power, like a living shadow, coiled around his leg armor and boots, as if he were treading on an abyss.

The burgeoning power of the Emerald Heart transformed into countless shimmering, resilient vines, like living decorations and guardians, swaying gently around him, sometimes like whips, sometimes like shields.

A demigod! A pressure that surpassed all legends and was second only to a true god swept through the core area of ​​the Chaos Pit like a tangible tsunami.

The lower-ranking demons collapsed and disintegrated under this pressure, and even the powerful demon lords felt their souls tremble, their movements involuntarily slowing down and becoming stagnant.

This demigod commander, who embodies the attributes of six dragon gods and is forged from the beliefs of all heroic spirits and the divine power reserved by Kana, had two points of light, like condensed sources of order, sweep across the battlefield beneath his cold metal mask.

He didn't say anything, but simply aimed the flaming spiral spear in his hand, which was fused with six-colored divine light, at the giant hatching pool below that was constantly writhing and spewing out chaotic demonic eggs, and made a simple throwing gesture.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment.

Balzac let out a desperate roar, trying to break free from Leilia's grasp to stop her, but he was firmly locked in place by the holy flames erupting from [Sun Soul] and [Radiant Oath].

"Do not--!!!"

The demigod commander swung his arm.

After the flaming spiral spear left his hand, it instantly absorbed all the holy light, lightning, ice, darkness, and life force around him.

It transformed into a torrent of six-colored divine light that could not be accurately described by color, containing the ultimate negation of the chaos and nothingness by the "existence" of order itself.

It traversed space, penetrating precisely and without hindrance into the core of the chaotic incubation pool.

There was no deafening explosion.

First came an absolute silence, as if even the wails of the abyss had been swallowed up.

Immediately afterwards—

"Buzz————————!!!"

The incredibly tough outer wall of the incubation pool, made of flesh, bones, and chaotic energy, suddenly expanded outwards like an overinflated sac.

Countless cracks appeared on the surface, and six-colored divine light burst out from each crack.

The chaotic essence and nascent demonic embryos accumulated in the pool, enough to incubate an entire legion, melted, vaporized, and annihilated rapidly under the impact of this pure divine light of order, like snow encountering boiling oil.

"Squeeze it until it bursts!"

On the ground, the same thought arose in the minds of all the Night Watchers and Heroic Spirits, and they poured their remaining strength and faith into the divine light that was raging in the incubation pool without reservation.

"BOOM!!!!!"

Finally, the critical point was reached.

The Chaos Incubation Pool, the most important energy source and arsenal of this node, exploded completely from the inside out, like a punctured abscess or a supernova.

The terrifying energy of order mixed with the purified remnants of chaos formed a ring of destruction in six colors: gold, white, blue, red, black, and green. It swept outwards, swallowing and purifying all the demons nearby that did not have time to escape, whether they were inferior demons or lords.

The last straw broke the camel's back.

With the destruction of the incubation pool, the entire Chaos Pit node trembled violently, as if it had lost its foundation.

The stench of sulfur and the oppressive feeling that permeated the air receded like the tide, and the omnipresent, mind-corroding whispers of chaos also came to an abrupt end.

Instead, there is a subtle but real sense of "freshness" and "order".

The level of control over the order began to fluctuate wildly.

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"Now, Leilia!"

High in the sky, as Kana was engaged in a divine-level "tug-of-war" with Magrum, the voice resounded directly in her mind.

Leilia stomped her four hooves, and the [Sun Soul] burst forth with unprecedented brilliance, temporarily forcing back the crazed Balzac.

Without hesitation, she pulled out a silver metal block about the size of a fist from an inconspicuous spatial device at her waist. The block had countless tiny data streams flowing across its surface. With all her might, she hurled it into the sky above the demigod commander.

This was the real straw that broke the camel's back.

"Bregret! Catch!"

The alchemical dragon Burgret, which had been circling on the outskirts of the battlefield, sweeping away the remaining enemies with lightning, had already received the synchronization signal, its dragon eyes flashing with data streams.

His massive body transformed into a bolt of lightning, sweeping past with incredible speed and precision, his dragon claws catching the piece of silver metal steadily.

"Rule Indoctrination - Begin!"

Biglett poured all the core rules of "structure," "transformation," and "energy conduction" from his alchemical body, along with the immense thunderous power provided by the [Thunder Spine] divine spear, into the silver metal block.

The metal block instantly "came to life," like mercury dripping into water, rapidly deforming, expanding, and unfolding in the air.

Countless exquisite metal branches, leaves, and petals grew and combined at a speed that defied the laws of physics. In the blink of an eye, a huge metal "Flower of Order," with a diameter of over 100 meters, composed entirely of mithril and adamantite, and flowing with holy light and data runes, bloomed brilliantly in the sky above the core of the battlefield.

The iron flower structure rotates slowly, each "petal" resembling a highly sophisticated receiving and transmitting array.

It roared silently, and a pure silver light wave, containing the "datafication" rules of Kana and the essence of holy light, spread out in all directions in a spherical shape from its center.

Wherever this light wave passed, the residual energy of chaos vanished instantly, like a stain wiped away by an eraser.

Although the contaminated scorched earth did not immediately recover its vitality, it stopped decaying.

The last unsettling, chaotic disturbance in the air was also smoothed out and dissipated.

The radiance of order completely dominated this space.

This is the power of data, and data is a very cold order, almost the ultimate form of order, devoid of any emotion.

Only cold reason and order exist.

Those are the extreme rules that correspond to chaos.

It is precisely this extreme situation that allows the spread of holy light to absolutely expel the rootless chaotic power around us.

The percentage of order occupation suddenly broke through 60% in that instant and stabilized at 62%.

Although it failed to reach a higher percentage, exceeding 60% is already a strategically significant figure.

This means that control of this important abyssal node has been forcibly taken back from chaos, and order has established a solid bridgehead here that is difficult to reverse.

An invisible pulse of victory, which only high-ranking beings on the Order side could clearly perceive, centered on this node, carrying the crucial information that "the Order occupation rate has exceeded 60% and the node has changed hands." Like a wildfire, it instantly pierced through the chaotic barriers of the Abyss Battlefield and spread to every major battlefield where the bloody battle was taking place.

The signal has been sent.

Although the battle at the core of the Chaos Pit is not completely over, the balance of power has already tilted irreversibly.

Balzac's roar was filled with despair and resentment, while the blood-stained faces of Leilia and the Night's Watch warriors reflected the light of order, symbolizing hope and victory, cast by the giant iron flower.

The signal has been transmitted.

Then the entire space began to shake, and the will of the abyss roared.

And what's on its way? (End of Chapter)