A different world game? A different world game!

The core of this abyss.

"Hmph, they came pretty fast!"

The Lord of Rust's oil-stained body gurgled, the sound like the groan of metal rusting, carrying a hint of lingering anger after the initial shock.

"Titan's punch almost shattered our divine essence!"

"The numbers are wrong!" The gears of the Tyrant's Gears whirred, emitting a piercing grinding sound, and steam billowed out. "At least five gods have descended from the Order side, and this is just the first batch, and there will definitely be more later! The three of us... going up there would be suicide!"

Just like the demons, who hesitate because of various dangers and have concerns about the potential loss of their interests.

The same applies to the order, except they have fewer concerns and are more focused on maintaining order.

However, there will still be those who are observing from the sidelines.

The main point of observation is whether this operation will succeed. It would be pointless if it were to end in failure like before.

Now, the expansion of the first layer of the bloody battlefield has become a fait accompli.

Many gods will descend upon the battlefield one after another, seeking to expand their victories.

Moreover, the Titan's punch boosted morale, prompting many gods to also take action.

His analysis was cold and realistic.

Within the Furnace Tyrant's body, composed of metal remnants, hellfire roared, radiating terrifying heat and distorting the surrounding space.

He was silent for a moment, his deep voice like the roar of a furnace.

"Wait. Wait for the others to arrive. The roar of the Abyss's will has spread far and wide; there will always be 'braver' fools who rush in first to wear them down."

His words were filled with the cunning and indifference characteristic of demons from the abyss.

The power of chaos does not endow all demons with calmness; the thoughts of demons and evil gods are always more chaotic and reckless than those of order.

The three evil gods hovered in mid-air, their powerful aura spreading outwards, yet they showed no intention of joining the battle.

Just because someone arrives quickly doesn't mean they have to take the plunge.

Ultimately, they were unwilling to take the risk.

Even though they are demons, evil gods, and the abyss, they are not of the same mind; some of them have been corrupted by the abyss.

You can't expect them to really care about the will of the abyss.

They merely watched coldly as the carnage unfolded in the distance, a scene straight out of hell.

With each wave of the God of Order, a purifying light like divine punishment or a destructive torrent of elements swept across, and hundreds or thousands of steel demons and iron inferior demons were instantly melted and vaporized like scrap iron thrown into a furnace, leaving not even a trace.

This is a very rare moment when the power of the gods is not under any control and is freely wielded in the abyss.

This scene is so rare; only in such moments can one witness the uncontrollable power of the gods.

The dwarven phalanx of the Astral Alliance was like a moving steel fortress, with runic heavy shields at the front. With each swing of their massive warhammers, they crushed a swarm of demons, splattering not flesh and blood, but twisted metal fragments and sparks.

The Elven Arrows struck the molten iron colossus's energy nodes with pinpoint accuracy, triggering a violent explosion.

The elemental legions are the bane of demons; the fires of order burn their steel bodies, the waters of purification wash away their fel imprints, and astral debris rains down like a meteor shower.

With perfect teamwork and coordination from their commanders, the steel warriors of various races, like the most efficient killing machines, precisely sliced ​​apart any demon squads that attempted to assemble.

The tide of demons may have seemed turbulent, but under the crushing force of the gods and the elite allied forces, it was like a wave crashing against a reef, utterly useless except for shattering everything in its path.

On the plains of steel, "scrap iron hills" quickly piled up, consisting of twisted metal, broken gears, and cooled molten material.

Kagalon watched in horror, while secretly rejoicing at the "wisdom" or rather, selfishness of the three evil gods.

He carefully maintained his silence, hoping that the disaster would pass quickly, or that more evil gods would arrive to break the deadlock.

Time passed amidst the slaughter.

The power of order spread like wildfire across the Steel Ash Wasteland.

The gods are not only killing, but also forcibly "purifying" this land with their rules, driving out chaos and anchoring order.

The invisible "scale" representing the degree of order occupation is soaring at an unprecedented rate in the perception of the divine will.

10% 20% 40%
Without encountering any effective resistance from the god-level, the Order Alliance advanced at an astonishing speed.

In less than an hour, when the last organized force of demonic resistance was shredded in a metal canyon by the Dwarven Hill King's Guard in conjunction with the thorny vines of the Nature God—

hum!
A crystal-clear pulse of rules swept across the entire Steel Ash Wasteland.

The leaden-gray clouds in the sky seemed to be torn open by an invisible force, and a faint but real "sky light," not of the abyss attribute, shone down, illuminating the ravaged but no longer radiating pure chaotic malice of the metallic earth below.

Order Domination – Breaking the 50% Threshold!
A new dimension.

The 1316th floor of the Abyss, the Steel Ash Wasteland, was forcibly and rapidly incorporated into the battlefield of bloodshed at this moment.

Under normal circumstances, once one's own strength has been established, one only needs to fight steadily here, even if only 20% is maintained, it will be enough to transform it into a bloody battlefield.

But it will take some time.

However, thanks to the combined efforts of the gods and the main force, after forcibly breaking through 50%, the area was transformed into a bloody battlefield in less than half a day.

This forced breakthrough allowed this layer of the bloody battlefield to continue to spread forward.

This place has become a battlefield; that is an established fact.

They can keep drilling holes and keep spreading.

The "chains" that bound the rules of the blood war and prevented its unlimited spread were finally broken through by the combined effects of the Titan God punching through 1121 layers, the gods of order tearing apart the spatial barrier, and the fact that the degree of occupation had now exceeded the critical point.

Thousands of years have passed since the bloody battleground in the abyss, and new changes have finally occurred.

"It's done!" From the distant rift, the voice of a god of order carried a hint of barely perceptible excitement.

However, almost the instant the order occupation rate exceeded 50%—

"Roar! Ro ...

A roar more violent, painful, and filled with boundless rage and... a hint of mocked fury erupted from the deepest abyss, from the very source of all chaos and evil.

This roar was no longer directed at any individual or level, but rather like a death knell, echoing in every corner of the abyss, shaking the souls of all demons and evil gods.

The will of the abyss was utterly enraged! It clearly sensed that the wounds on its body were spreading outwards again. The new battlefield seemed to be causing its wounds to continue to crack open, preventing them from healing at all.

The power of order not only successfully tore a huge wound in its heartland, but also used this wound as a springboard to force it to prevent it from healing and even to make it worse.

The demons He summoned, His creations, failed to function effectively and promptly due to internal suspicion, selfishness, and the chaos caused by that damned Titan's punch.

This roar is the highest level of alarm, the most severe order to fight, and a naked, high-pressure threat to all those who have failed to fulfill their responsibilities.

Above the Steel Ash Wasteland, the three demons and evil gods who had been watching coldly and shifting blame to each other suddenly stopped burning with infernal flames on the Lava Tyrant's body under the ultimate furious roar of the Abyss Will.

The rusted body of the Lord of Rust trembled violently, and the gears of the Tyrant of the Machines emitted a piercing, clattering sound.

The last trace of hesitation and calculation in their eyes was forcibly suppressed, leaving only a frenzied fighting spirit, a mixture of fear and destructive desire, forcibly ignited by the will of the abyss.

As evil gods of the abyss, at this moment, they simply could no longer shirk their responsibilities or stand still.

"We can't wait any longer!"

The Furnace Tyrant let out a deep, rumbling roar, like boiling lava, as infernal flames erupted from its wrecked remains. "Attack together! Tear them apart!"

At this point, no one could play tricks; they had to work together to buy more time for the other evil gods to arrive quickly.

The divine power of the three evil gods finally erupted without reservation, transforming into three filthy meteors carrying destructive energy. With the roar of the abyss, they charged fiercely toward the core of the battlefield in the distance, where the divine light of order shone most brightly and the divine pressure was most concentrated.

Below, the legendary Iron Troll Kagalon, under the impact of the Abyss's ultimate roar, had his last shred of clarity almost shattered.

His enormous steel fist slammed into the ground with a deafening roar.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

His lava-like eyes were fixed on the three evil gods who rushed out, and then he looked despairingly at the crack in the orderly sky.

Escape? Under the wrathful lock of the Abyss's will, nowhere is a dead end.

Stay? Join the battle of the gods? It's the same—a certain death!
He was in an unprecedented predicament.

Steel Ash Wasteland, the steel inferno he had ruled for countless years, has now been completely transformed into a bloody altar where order and abyss finally collide.

His fate, like a candle flickering in the wind, could be extinguished at any moment by this divine war storm that far surpasses his level.

Even if he is a legendary demon standing before the gates of God.

……

What was once the core area of ​​the Abyss level is now the core area of ​​the 1121st floor Bloodbath Battlefield.

This presents a strange scene during a lull in the war.

The deafening battle and the demonic roars had subsided into silence, leaving only wisps of smoke rising from the scorched earth and the thick, pungent smell of blood, sulfur, and burning metal in the air.

As far as the eye could see, the corpses of demons were piled up like mountains, layer upon layer, like scars grown on the earth itself, made of congealed blood and twisted limbs.

The few low-ranking demons who were lucky enough to escape being reduced to ashes in the overwhelming advance of the Night's Watch and the Heroic Spirits huddled like frightened birds in the cracks of broken walls or piles of corpses.

They had completely lost their will to fight. Their faint chaotic aura was like a candle in the wind in the face of the vast light of order, and could be extinguished at any time. They posed no threat to the overall situation.

At the very heart of the battlefield, where the Chaos Incubation Pool was originally located, the scene was now even more astonishing.

A massive spatial rift, seemingly leading to the deeper abyss of the stomach, was forcibly torn open, replacing the former incubation pool.

The edges of the crack were extremely unstable, with chaotic energy turbulence dancing like frenzied tentacles.

However, at this moment, the area around the crack has been firmly reinforced and framed by a strange material that shimmers with a stable silvery-gray luster and is neither gold nor stone.

These materials are covered with intricate runes of order, forming a massive, substantially stable portal framework.

The power of space was restrained and tamed, transforming into a deep passage with a diameter of nearly 100 meters, stably connecting the 1121st floor with the battlefield below the abyss—the 1316th floor Steel Ash Wasteland.

Around this magnificent portal, a vast and efficient temporary forward camp is rapidly taking shape.

Simple yet sturdy alloy fortifications rose from the ground, serving as defensive barriers and supply depots.

The Order Energy Tower radiates a soft yet resolute light, dispelling the lingering filth of the abyss while providing an energy barrier for the camp.

The logistics troops, like busy worker ants, shuttled tirelessly, transporting tons of supplies from the rear and then delivering them to the front lines through portals.

In this newly established camp, the most striking figures are the Night's Watch warriors who have fallen into a deep slumber.

They were placed in the safest and quietest area of ​​the camp, with neatly made temporary beds beneath them.

The [Barrier Oath] heavy armor, which once operated with the efficiency of a war machine, has been removed and neatly stacked aside. The armor, covered with knife marks and demon claw marks, silently tells the story of the fierce battle.

The soldiers' faces bore the marks of gunpowder and exhaustion. Even though the power of data kept their bodies in peak condition during the battle, they could not hide the depletion that came from the depths of their souls.

The mental burden, like an invisible shackle, tightened suddenly after the tide of victory receded, dragging each of them into a dreamless, near-faint slumber.

Their mission has been perfectly accomplished. With mortal bodies, they tore through the barriers of the abyss and opened up a battlefield of bloodshed. This achievement is worthy of being recorded in the epic of the astral realm.

At this moment, all they need is rest.

Since the stable portal to the Steel Ash Wasteland on floor 1316 has just been established and cannot yet support large-scale, high-frequency direct troop deployments, this temporary camp on floor 1121 has become a crucial springboard.

The follow-up forces of the Astral Alliance—including the Dwarven Phalanx, Elven Rangers, Elemental Legions, Mechanical Lifeforms, and Void Rangers—are continuously arriving here through the Astral Gate further back.

After a brief regrouping, they entered the massive spatial rift in an orderly fashion, carrying with them a deep-seated hatred for chaos and a soaring fighting spirit, heading towards the next, even more intense battlefield.

Kana hovered not far from the portal, the runes of order on his silver-white robes flickering in the spatial energy fluctuations.

His arms, covered in silver liquid, hung naturally at his sides, while the data stream order ring floating behind his head slowly rotated, radiating a stable and powerful pressure of order.

He was like a silent compass, watching everything before him.

Within just two hours, three deities had briefly lingered here before rushing into the portal without hesitation.

The arrival of each deity triggers a brief energy surge, and their goal is clear—the newly opened battlefield on the 1316th floor, where order and chaos collide fiercely.

At this moment, the number of gods in the new bloody battlefield below is approaching ten.

This number is still increasing.

Just as Kana was silently counting, a clear and strong fluctuation was transmitted through the laws of space, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples in the rules.

The 1316th layer of Steel Ash Wasteland has surpassed the 50% threshold for order occupation! (End of Chapter)