A different world game? A different world game!

The gods of order began to exchange information rapidly, their powerful divine senses sweeping across the entire battlefield of the 1121st floor, recalling everything that had happened before their arrival.

They are rapidly learning about the series of changes that have occurred on the entire battlefield.

When they "saw" the Night's Watch, with a mere 30,000 troops, repeatedly piercing and breaching layers of defenses and destroying key nodes amidst a demonic tide several times or even ten times their own strength, they were struck by the sight of the Night's Watch.

Even the most knowledgeable gods fell into a brief silence.

This is by no means a matter of "dragging it out" or "holding out for help" under divine protection.

They initially thought the gods had gained the upper hand in the battle, and that the gods would use this advantage to launch a devastating attack on the demons, allowing the soldiers of the Order to gain the upper hand.

However, the results they saw were the opposite.

The gods delayed each other.

On the contrary, the ordinary troops held a huge advantage, rampaging through the demon horde and slaughtering them in a frenzy.

When will their forces be able to confront the demons head-on and gain the upper hand?
This was an epic offensive led by mortals, brimming with wisdom, courage, and perfect teamwork.

With their own flesh and blood, they tore a rift flowing with the light of order through the fortress of the abyss.

What moved them even more, and even sent a chill down their spines, was that as they delved deeper into the past, they clearly perceived an unprecedented, cold, and absolutely rational force of rules.

This power acts like an invisible network, covering and supporting the efficient operation of the entire Night's Watch.

This rule permeates every soldier's tactical movements, every energy coordination, and even every sacrifice and substitution.

By forcibly incorporating the myriad variables of a chaotic battlefield into a precisely operating track, the uncertainty and losses brought about by chaos are minimized.

This is why this legion was able to withstand such a massive tide of demons.

Datafication…cold order…absolute rationality…

All the gods' gazes were focused on the newly born deity, Kana, who floated beside the guardian god, his silver robes fluttering even without wind.

Although the data ring behind his head had stopped rotating, it still exuded a chilling, impersonal aura of rules.

In an instant, all the doubts were answered.

Why would the Titan chief god break a certain tacit agreement and take action personally?

Why could the 1121st floor produce such incredible results?
Why can a newborn with such weak divine power move such a huge lever?
The answer lies within these newly established rules!

This is a cold law that originates from the world's will to save itself, is manifested by the savior, and has a natural restraint over the abyss of chaos, representing the ultimate order.

It symbolizes a brand new possibility, one that could overturn the old order of bloody warfare.

Most importantly, this is the ultimate rule, a cold, rigid order.

Moreover, these are entirely new and unprecedented rules that they have never seen before.

It turned out to be the case.

The Titan God's punch was not merely to open a passage for reinforcements, but also to protect the seedling that had sprouted from the scorched earth of the abyss, representing the future order.

In order to give this cold and powerful new rule space and time to take root, sprout, and grow.

A completely new set of rules and regulations, and an extreme one at that.

This will definitely bring a powerful boost to the entire order; just look at this legion and you'll know the answer.

The legions of the Order always win by quality, but in terms of sheer numbers and destructive power, they can never match the forces of chaos and evil.

Chaos brings disorder and irrational impacts.

This is where the advantage of chaos lies.

Although they can never occupy a place for long due to the chaos, they are able to completely destroy everything that the order once established.

The introduction of this rule can make up for this shortcoming.

A new rule.

He was also a savior.

Above the battlefield, the silence of the gods of order was filled with awe, scrutiny, and an incredibly complex expectation for the future.

Those who are willing to come to the abyss to wage war for a long time do so not only because of their rules and the desire to achieve long-term development here, but also because they want to stop the chaos.

Order is rational; it looks towards a longer-term goal.

In the long run, it is essential to hinder the development of the abyss.

Many deities are willing to bestow their power here.

There will naturally be new expectations for the Night's Watch and for Cana.

And such expectations will surely be fulfilled.

Since he possesses the title of savior, his world will surely survive in the void.

It's just a matter of how many of them will survive.

A golden age for the world.

All the gods wanted to befriend them at this moment.

There aren't many worlds in the entire astral plane that have experienced a golden age, but each world that has experienced a golden age holds a certain important position in the astral plane.

Now, a world that will clearly experience a golden age is right before their eyes.

Please help.

It begins with the expansion of the abyss.

At this moment, the balance of the bloody battle was decisively tilted by a faint divine power and the cold order it represented.

The wails of the abyss echoed in the void, while the flames of order had been ignited in the darkest depths and were destined to spread like wildfire.

As the figure of the last deity of order—the nature god draped in thorns and vines of life—solidified completely within the spatial ripples.

The core area of ​​the entire 1121-level bloodbath battlefield was completely enveloped by a magnificent divine radiance.

The air seemed to freeze, even the omnipresent wails and chaotic whispers of the abyss were forcibly suppressed, leaving only a suffocating, absolute, and oppressive silence.

With so many gods gathered here, the divine power they exude is frantically draining the chaotic energy.

Their mere presence here solidifies the power of order, making chaos unable to resist.

"Clean up the battlefield."

The cold, ethereal voice of the Judgment Mist cut through the air like a silver thread, issuing its command.

There were no superfluous words, no probing attacks.

The descending gods of order unleashed a devastating power in an instant.

They no longer cared about any "tacit understanding" with the devil.

At this moment, as the bloody battlefield is torn open in the heart of the abyss and the light of order is pierced into the heart of chaos, all rules give way to the most direct and efficient destruction.

The Mist of Judgment acted first. Her body, composed of flowing silver mist, suddenly expanded, transforming into a silver curtain of light that covered the sky.

The light curtain is not static, but rather surges and sinks as if it has a life of its own.

Countless slender yet solid silver threads of light descended from it, precisely piercing into the bodies of each of the struggling and roaring demons below.

Whether it was the lowest-ranking inferior demon or a berserker demon lord attempting a last-ditch resistance, their movements froze completely the moment they were touched by the light filaments.

The chaotic energy within them was like filth being thrown into strong acid, emitting a "sizzling" sound of annihilation. Their enormous bodies withered and carbonized at a visible speed, eventually turning into wisps of drifting black smoke, even the remnants of their souls were completely purified.

The entire battlefield seemed to be showered with a silent "purifying rain," and wherever it touched, demons vanished in droves, leaving only scorched ground and steaming, foul embers.

It was an absolute dimensional reduction attack, leaving no power to resist and no possibility of escape whatsoever.

Ilstar, the God of Star Wars, displayed a completely different fighting style.

His radiant figure leaned slightly forward, arms outstretched as if embracing the stars.

In an instant, countless tiny, cold, high-speed spinning fragments of stardust erupted from his body, forming a destructive storm.

This torrent was not an indiscriminate attack, but rather, under the precise control of Ilstar's will, it swept precisely across the areas where demons were most concentrated, like the sharpest razor.

Wherever the storm passed, space was cut open with fine black cracks. The demons' bodies were torn apart and shredded like fragile pieces of paper in an instant, along with the skeletal fortresses and twisted buildings beneath their feet, all turning into dust that swirled in the air and shimmered with faint starlight.

His attacks covered a wide area and were incredibly efficient, erasing wave after wave of "seas of demons" and leaving behind smooth, mirror-like fan-shaped craters.

The other gods who descended also displayed their abilities.

The god of nature lightly touched the ground with his toes, and the scorched and cracked earth beneath his feet was instantly covered by countless wildly growing thorny vines with barbs and purifying runes.

Entangling, piercing, and absorbing Shadow Fiends and Horned Fiends that attempt to burrow underground.

The God of Quicksands pressed his hands down, and the movements of the demons in a certain area suddenly became slow and frozen, before they were easily reaped by the Night Watch warriors and heroic spirits.

A mid-level deity clad in a robe of flames moved like a walking sun, showering down molten lava and fire wherever he went, burning demons and their filthy creations to ashes.

The power of the gods was displayed to its fullest extent at this moment.

This is the purest and highest level of crushing of the chaotic creation.

The demons' numerical advantage and individual prowess are a joke in the face of divine might.

Their pride in their immortality and regeneration is meaningless in the face of purification, annihilation, and decomposition imbued with the power of rules.

Efficiency is a cold-blooded slaughter.

The value of the order occupation level, like a meter needle being frantically turned, began to soar in an astonishing leap.

65% 68% 70%!

In less than ten minutes.

When the gods truly unleashed their power to "cleanse," the order occupation rate of the 1121st floor bloodbath battlefield surged like a runaway horse, instantly breaking through the 70% absolute occupation value.

The entire spatial structure emitted a hum that was both overwhelmed and yet imbued with a sense of new life. The roar of the will of the abyss became frantic yet helpless in the void.

The brilliance of order has taken firm root here, like a tangible barrier.

"The time has come!"

The guardian god's voice, as steady as a mountain, rang out, his gaze fixed on the deity who controlled the rules of space. The latter nodded slightly, needing no further explanation.

With a single step, the God of Space appeared high in the center of the purified battlefield.

He raised his hands slightly, palms facing each other, as if holding up an invisible star in the void.

Powerful spatial divine power gathered and compressed in his palm, emitting a deep hum, and even the stable space around him began to ripple.

"open--!"

A clear shout resounded through the heavens. The God of Space suddenly ripped his arms apart to the sides!
"Sizzle—!!!"

An indescribably massive spatial rift was forcibly "torn" out of the void by him.

This rift was no ordinary portal; its edges were filled with dazzling silver-blue spatial turbulence, and its interior was incredibly deep, as if connected to the very origin of the astral plane.

The rift rapidly expanded and stabilized, eventually forming a magnificent astral gate that stretched across the sky, large enough to accommodate an entire legion running side by side.

On the other side of the door was not a specific world, but a projection of several important alliance points of the Astral Plane.

The next moment, it was like a flood bursting its banks.

"For order! For our homes!"

"Kill all the Abyss scum!"

"A blood debt must be paid in blood!"

A deafening battle cry, a mixture of the languages ​​of countless races, surged forth from within the gate.

The reinforcements, who had been waiting in ambush on their respective battlefields, surged forth like a torrent of steel and will.

They come in various shapes and sizes.

Clad in heavy runic plate armor and wielding massive shields and warhammers, the dwarven hill king's guard, their hair and beards bristling, caused the earth to tremble with every step.

The dwarves, a race renowned throughout the astral plane, are also a mainstay among the Abyss Warriors.

High magic resistance, strong stamina, and unparalleled strength.

These are all their advantages.

With wings fluttering behind them like angels, yet possessing bird-like features, these humanoid knights are clad in armor, wielding spears of light, forming a formidable array that radiates brilliance.

The Tree Spirit Rangers, with skin like tree bark and bows and arrows imbued with the power of nature, move swiftly like the wind, their arrow rain precise and deadly.

There are even legions composed of pure elemental beings—fire elemental giants burning with the flames of order, elementals flowing with purifying water, earth elemental constructs wrapped in astral rubble…

They silently joined the queue, emanating powerful elemental fluctuations.

The Elemental Legion can be considered the most unique force among the Order faction.

They are essentially neutral.

But whenever a world is dragged into the abyss, elemental life forms rejected by the world and left without roots will join the army of order and begin their revenge.

There are also warriors from strange dimensions.

Zerg warriors covered in chitinous shells, mechanical lifeforms made of intricate gears and clockwork, Void Rangers piloting small starships...

Their armor and weapons were stained with the filth and battle marks of different abyssal layers, and their eyes burned with a shared hatred for chaos.

This is a true "Astral Alliance"!
They come from different worlds, different races, and different faiths, but at this moment, they have only one goal—to spread the flames of war deeper into the abyss!

Many of the watchmen present were stunned.

For the first time, they witnessed so many races gathered here, each alien legion displaying its own unique style and special powers. (End of Chapter)