A different world game? A different world game!

On the bloody battlefield at this moment.

The gods have purged a large number of demons.

"Three of you, get ready!"

The guardian god's gaze was piercing, locking onto the fog of judgment, the planet Il, and the god of nature.

The three deities understood immediately and instantly stood in a triangular formation at the core of the purified area.

Their respective divine powers began to pour out without reservation, not as an attack, but as an interweaving and merging in the air.

The silver purifying light of the fog of judgment transformed into the sharpest drill tip.

The icy stardust and frost storms of Il form a rapidly rotating drill.

The vibrant green vines of the God of Nature transformed into incredibly resilient drills, coiling around the abyss and providing a continuous source of life-giving strength to resist its erosion.

The three different divine powers, under the invisible coordination of the guardian god, miraculously merged together to form a gigantic, unparalleled diamond of rules, radiating destructive fluctuations of order.

"puncture!"

At the command of the guardian god, the rule drill, composed of the divine power of the three gods, pierced the void with a sharp shriek and fiercely stabbed down at the ground beneath their feet, which represented the core of the 1121st layer of order—no, at the spatial barrier between this abyss and the next layer of abyss.

"Buzz—Boom!!!"

An unprecedented and terrifying shock swept across the entire plane.

The collision between the Rule Drill and the barrier of the abyss space unleashed an energy storm more violent than any previous clash between gods.

The space was like glass being struck by a heavy hammer, emitting a teeth-grinding cracking sound, with countless fine black cracks spreading wildly from the drill tip.

The will of the abyss let out an unprecedented, painful, and furious shriek.

The entire 1121st floor was shaking violently, as if it were about to collapse completely.

These are all lessons learned.

Although this is a battlefield of bloodshed, it must be made clear that this is still an abyss.

Therefore, the Abyss still maintains control over this area.

When the order occupation level of a certain bloodbath battlefield increases, in order to prevent the bloodbath battlefield from spreading, the Abyss may forcibly seal off this plane.

He has that power, and he is able to do it.

That has indeed been done before.

Faced with this situation, the authorities naturally considered various methods and had their own solutions.

Just like it is now.

Through divine power, a hole was forcibly drilled out.

Furthermore, as the power of this layer of order gradually gains the upper hand and becomes overwhelming, it becomes increasingly difficult for the Abyss to control this layer of the bloodbath battlefield, thus creating an opportunity for them to exploit.

The drill of rules rotated, advancing downwards with difficulty but determination.

Wherever it goes, the barriers of chaos are forcibly torn apart, disintegrated, and purified.

The radiance of order, like a stimulant injected into the veins, surged wildly into the deeper darkness through the drilled-open passage.

The value of the Order Domination Index began to spike again at the moment the three gods pierced through it together.

75% 78% 80%!

The moment the value finally settled at 80%—

"Snap!!!"

A deafening roar, as if shattering from the very foundations of the world.

Ahead of the Drill of Rules, at the end of the spatial passage that had been forcibly pierced, purified, and stabilized, a brand new, enormous spatial rift, its edges flowing with molten ordered energy and spatial turbulence, suddenly opened.

Looking through the crack, what comes into view is a chillingly silent world.

The guardian god tore it apart.

The opening grew larger, transforming into a giant portal.

Look inside.

It was as if the abyss contained a land of steel.

The ground was not soil or rock, but a cold, lifeless grayish-white, covered with a thin layer of dust that shimmered with a metallic glint.

Countless twisted "plants" resembling steel sprang up from the ground. They had no branches or leaves, only sharp thorns and twisted, gnarled black trunks, their surfaces gleaming with a tough metallic luster, like huge mechanical wreckage abandoned in the wasteland.

The sky was a somber, leaden gray, and the thick, low-hanging clouds resembled solidified molten metal.

There was no sun, moon, or stars, only a suffocating, constant darkness.

The air was filled with rust, dust, and a cold, metallic, lifeless atmosphere.

It is the 1316th floor of the abyss.

Steel Ash Wasteland!

"The passage is open!"

The voice of the guardian god was like a booming bell, instantly suppressing all the roar and chaos. His giant shield pointed at the newly formed crack, and his gaze swept over all the descending gods and the allied forces poised to attack.

"Gods first! Allied forces follow! Target—Abyss 1316! Let the flames of bloodshed burn this steel inferno! For order, charge!"

Before the words were even finished, the gods of order, who could no longer contain themselves, transformed into streaks of brilliant divine light and were the first to rush into the spatial rift.

Their figures, like shooting stars, crashed into the deathly gray sky of the 1316th floor, carrying unparalleled destructive power, and began the first round of divine punishment-style cleansing of this steel world that had been completely corrupted by the abyss.

Next came the already excited Star Alliance.

Heroic spirits, dwarven phalanxes, elven arrow rain, elemental legions, mechanical torrents...

Like a raging torrent bursting its banks, carrying the flames of revenge and the fervor of opening new battlefields, it roared and howled as it surged through the enormous spatial gate, heading towards the steel land filled with the unknown and deathly silence.

The 1316th floor of the abyss was destined to have its fate completely rewritten by war and order.

At this moment, the battlefield of bloodshed completed its decisive expansion into the deeper abyss.

The window opened by the Titan's punch was torn open and enlarged by the power of order, turning it into a deadly passage piercing the heart of the abyss.

……

Abyss Level 1316 - Steel Ash Wasteland

The roar of space being torn apart had not yet completely subsided. Under the leaden sky, the enormous spatial rift, flowing with the radiance of molten order, resembled a hideous wound, scorching this desolate steel world.

The divine light of order and the clamorous torrent of the Astral Alliance were pouring out of this wound, brutally washing away the inherent cold and deathly silence of the 1316th floor.

This is the Steel Ash Wasteland.

It is not the direct divine kingdom of some abyssal evil god, but the territory of a legendary demon lord named "Iron Prison" Kagalon, who is close to the gate of the gods and only one step away from igniting the divine fire.

Kagalon's massive form stood atop a twisted metal mountain hundreds of kilometers away from the spatial rift.

He stood tens of meters tall, his entire body composed of a deep, matte black alloy, sharp-edged and with rigid lines, as if forged in the coldest furnace of war. His surface was not smooth, but covered with dark red fissures like flowing lava, traces of the fusion of boiling abyssal energy within him and his steel body, emanating an eerie aura of intertwined heat and metallic cold.

Among the abyssal demons generally characterized by twistedness, filth, and flesh, the Iron Troll is indeed considered the "most handsome," but this does not diminish his terrifying aura as a legendary demon lord.

However, at this moment, this oppressive force was overshadowed by an even greater and more despairing power.

Kagalon's eyes, made of molten red crystal, were fixed on the crack in the distant sky from which divine light and the legions of order continuously spewed forth.

He could clearly sense that it was not a simple spatial passage, but rather the suffocating rules of the bloody battlefield, which were frantically taking root and spreading into the spatial structure of the 1316th floor like a poisonous vine along this crack.

"Damn it! The battlefield of bloodshed... how did it spread here?!"

Kagalon's thoughts were as harsh as the scraping of metal, filled with unbelievable shock and rage.

He heard the roar from the abyss, but in such a short time, not being a god, he did not fully understand or perceive the reason for the abyss's roar.

But now he knows.

He knew all too well the consequences of forcibly breaking through the tunnel when the battlefield was sealed off—that terrifying order and rules would spread like a plague along the most subtle "connections" between spatial dimensions to all the abyssal dimensions that had "contact" with it.

at this point.

Order erodes chaos like pollution.

The tide has turned in both attack and defense.

His steel-burning wasteland was clearly an unfortunate victim of this "spread".

Faced with this sudden and catastrophic disaster, Kagalon's thoughts collided violently in a flash.

Stop it? Are you kidding me!
Emerging from the rift were several gods of order!
And that astral army, exuding a cold and efficient aura!
Even a legend like him, no matter how strong, is nothing more than a slightly harder piece of scrap iron in front of a god, and will be crushed into dust in an instant.

Rushing in will change nothing but pointless death.

get away!

This is the only seemingly feasible option.

They abandoned this territory they had cultivated for countless years and fled to an unknown corner of the abyss.

Although the punishment from the abyss is bound to be cruel—power is greatly stripped away, status plummets, and one may even be stripped of the lord's mark and become an exile.

But at least the core of its soul remains, and there is still a slim chance of starting over.

Those who remain face the gods and the rules of the blood war; death is almost inevitable, and whether their souls can be reclaimed by the abyss is unknown, let alone rebirth.

"go!"

Kagalon made a decision instantly.

The instinct for survival overwhelmed the attachment to territory and the fear of the abyss's punishment.

His massive steel body began to mobilize its power, preparing to tear through space and escape.

However, just as he conceived the idea, before he could issue the order to his demon legion—

"Roar--!!!"

A violent, chaotic, and unquestionable will, like billions of red-hot steel needles, pierced deep into the souls of every demon in the Steel Ash Wasteland.

The roar of the will of the abyss, with unprecedented urgency and force, swept across the entire plane.

"Kill! Tear the invaders apart! Destroy the light of order! You cursed ones of chaos!"

This command was not spoken, but rather an instinctive impulse directly imprinted on the demon's chaotic consciousness.

In an instant, the entire Steel Ash Wasteland boiled over.

The demon legion, which had initially maintained some discipline under the oppressive presence of Lord Kagalon, instantly turned bloodshot and their reason was completely overwhelmed.

The low-level steel demons, iron demons, and rust beasts surged wildly toward the spatial rift like an out-of-control torrent of metal, emitting ear-piercing metallic screeching roars.

The mid-to-high-level Iron Colossi, Gear Rippers, and Shadowsteel Assassins also lost their judgment, leaving only a violent desire to destroy all the orderly creations before them.

They trampled the gray-white metallic dust of the earth, smashed through the twisted "forest" of steel spikes, and merged into waves of destruction composed of cold metal and scorching fel energy, fearlessly rushing towards the place that radiated the sacred light that they instinctively loathed.

Kagalon's massive steel body shuddered violently, and the lava-like fissures suddenly glowed with a blinding red light.

The abyss's will, like a heavy hammer, slammed into the core of his consciousness, and a frenzied fighting spirit that could destroy everything surged up instantly, almost breaching the dam of reason he had just built.

"Bastard!"

Kagalon let out a deafening metallic roar, his massive steel head shaking violently a few times, the red light in his lava eyes flashing intensely and erratically.

With his unwavering willpower at the pinnacle of legend and a profound understanding of the abyss's nature, he managed to retain a sliver of clarity amidst the chaotic turmoil.

"You want me to go and die? Don't even think about it!"

He cursed inwardly, which only strengthened his resolve to escape.

Just as he gathered his power once more, preparing to forcefully break through the interference of the abyss's will and tear through space—

"Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!"

The space not far from him was torn open with three huge rips, like a tattered rag.

Chaos, filth, and the powerful pressure of the evil god surged forth like a tangible wave.

Three abyssal evil gods, each with a different form and bearing the disheveled marks of being impacted by spatial turbulence, stepped out of the rift.

They were among the reinforcements who had been sent flying by the Titan's punch and had forcibly jumped over other secondary channels or authorities to arrive.

One is the "Rust Lord," whose body is like a constantly writhing creature, flowing with filth and oil, and possesses only weak divine power;

One was the "Machine Tyrant," whose body was covered in sharp gears and whose joints spewed out scorching steam; he also possessed only weak divine power.

The last one, the "Furnace Tyrant," whose aura was the most powerful, whose body seemed to be pieced together from countless twisted metal fragments, and whose core burned with inextinguishable hellfire, was actually of medium divine power.

The arrival of the three evil gods instantly caused the concentration of abyssal energy in this area to soar, completely extinguishing Kagalon's last hope of escape.

Tearing through space before an evil god? That's like showing off your skills in front of an expert—it's suicidal.

Kagalon's heart sank, but then a strange sense of "fortunateness" flashed through his mind—with the evil god standing in front of him, perhaps he could still survive.

He immediately concealed his aura, his massive steel body lowering slightly, standing quietly to the side like a hill, trying to minimize his presence, praying in his heart that these important figures would not notice him, this "little ant".

however.

The three evil gods merely glanced at his legendary, peak-level steel body before turning away indifferently, as if they had only seen a slightly larger piece of scrap metal.

He's nothing but a demon standing before the gates of God.

So many legendary demons stand before the gate of the gods, but how many can truly cross it?

Extremely rare.

Otherwise, each level should be ruled by a deity.

Their attention was entirely focused on the distant rift from which the divine light of order surged forth, and on the astral alliance and divine projections ravaging and slaughtering the demonic tides across the Steel Plains. (End of Chapter)