A different world game? A different world game!

The brief tranquility inside the tent did not last long.

Suddenly, a muffled and continuous rumbling sound rolled in from the direction of the city wall, like the roar of a giant beast, instantly tearing apart the relatively calm atmosphere.

Immediately following were deafening explosions, sharp, piercing metallic clanging, and a sharp buzzing sound from surging energy.

And the roars and shouts of countless warriors, full of bloodlust and killing intent, all converged into one.

The sound penetrated clearly through the thick fabric of the tent and reached the ears of the two men.

Even the ground of the tent trembled slightly but continuously, and the resulting shockwaves, carrying the smell of dust and sulfur, surged in through the gaps in the curtains.

The two exchanged a glance, immediately put down their wine cups, and quickly got up and left the tent.

Outside, the chamber of commerce staff were directing operations in a tense but orderly manner.

The boxes of supplies, already sorted and packaged, were carefully loaded and secured onto the large, specialized racks carried by Feilong.

Judging from the piled-up supplies and the limited carrying capacity of the flying dragon, the loading work will obviously take some time to complete.

As for the battle in the distance.

I'm sorry, this won't affect their work.

This is the abyss, where battles against demons are fought constantly.

Even in Bloodbath Fortress, where a bloody battle is raging on the front lines, those people in the rear fortress can still go about their business, singing and dancing in the tavern.

Because the bloody battle never ends, and war is happening all the time.

When not involved in a war, focus on doing your own job well and don't overthink things.

When you go to war, throw away your soul, grip your sword tightly, and cut the demons in front of you to pieces.

This is the mental tone of these Avengers who fight in the abyss.

The elf captain looked at the flames and smoke rising from the distant city walls, his eyes instantly becoming as sharp as a hawk's.

He slapped his well-armored chest hard, making a clanging metallic sound, and a warlike smile appeared on his face.

"Ha! It seems the battle is heating up. Since we're already here, and loading the cargo will take some time, let's not just wait around."

"Come on, let me help you kill a few blind demons and stretch your muscles."

In the abyss, one should be ready to participate in the battles and wars against demons at any time and in any place.

Even if one could die at any moment.

But having come this far, the possibility of losing one's life at any moment should have been something one should mentally prepare oneself for.

The watchman in charge quickly waved his hand, his tone sincere and polite.

“How could we possibly accept this? You are distinguished guests who have come from afar, trading partners who have come with sincere intentions to collect goods. How can we allow our guests to directly participate in our bloody battles? This is simply against the rules…”

"Hey! My friend, why are you being more coy and affected than us famously polite fairies today?"

The elven captain laughed heartily and patted the broad shoulder of the Night Watch leader forcefully, so forcefully that the latter staggered slightly.

Although elves are indeed pretentious, this is the bloody battlefield of the abyss.

Even the most pretentious elf will be worn down to the point of being like a dwarf here.

"Open your eyes wide and see clearly, this is the Abyss. It is the battlefield of eternal blood war."

"Do we need any damned reasons or rules to kill demons? It is the only theme here. The eternal theme. Let's go, my friend. Let those scum of the abyss taste the power of our blades!"

His voice was loud and clear, full of fighting spirit.

Before he finished speaking, the elf captain had already nimbly flipped over and mounted his most magnificent silver-gray dragon, grabbed the heavy reins, and squeezed the dragon's belly with his legs.

The dragon let out a high-pitched roar and slammed its powerful hind legs into the ground.

The enormous wings whipped up a gale, carrying their master like an arrow shot from a bow, hurtling towards the city walls where shouts of battle shook the heavens and energy flashed wildly, their figures swiftly merging into the smoke of the battlefield.

The leader of the Night Watch watched the elven captain's departing figure, and the helpless bitter smile on his face was instantly replaced by determination.

Without further hesitation, he swiftly drew his weapon and shouted at the guards beside him, "Keep an eye on the goods!"

He strode forward and ran as fast as he could towards the city wall fortifications, his heavy footsteps still clearly audible amidst the booming background noise.

……

Beneath the filthy sky of the abyss, thick sulfurous smoke was stirred up by the violent tremors of the earth.

On the horizon, a writhing, twisting black line spread out at an alarming speed, accompanied by deafening, meaningless, chaotic roars.

The waves of demons crashed once again against the rough and menacing first outer wall of the Blood Pit Fortress.

Although it doesn't happen every day.

But for the guards, this was nothing unusual; it was just another attack by the demons.

Look towards the black line on the horizon.

Leading the charge were endless streams of inferior demons and horned demons.

They are like soldier ants spilling out of a breached anthill, thin, dirty, with a primal, destructive urge burning in their eyes.

They push, bite, and even trample any of their kind that get in their way.

The most numerous, countless little creatures in these abysses are the most basic demon units, not even worthy of being called cannon fodder.

But even such a small gadget still reveals a madness and a bloodthirsty desire that is utterly ruthless and fearless.

An impatient abyssal monstrous demon, its size comparable to a battering ram, roared as it charged forward. Its massive foot stomped down casually, instantly turning several unavoidable lesser demons into a bloody pulp. Sticky blood and bone fragments splattered and smeared its scaly lower limbs.

It paid no attention to anything else; all it could see was the "white wall" in front of it, which exuded an aura of order that it loathed.

He roared and howled.

"For the Abyss!"

"Flesh and blood! Soul!"

"Crush those maggots of order!"

The chaotic roars, mixed with pure bestial venting, formed a buzzing wave that froze the soul.

Among demons are many that are enormous and terrifying in appearance.

A berserker demon clad in bone armor and wielding a giant axe.

The abyssal abomination that spews acid.

And some grotesque, indescribable, alien behemoths.

Their massive bodies are weapons in themselves, acting as trailblazers in the charge, crushing their weaker counterparts and paving the way for subsequent assaults.

The theme of the abyss is chaos.

Even these demons of the abyss are, in essence, still chaotic.

Among demons, there will always be all sorts of individuals who always seem to be a certain type of demon, but in essence, they are not at all like that.

This is the embodiment of chaos.

The outside world has given many demons different racial names to distinguish them.

However, all those who study demonology must clearly understand that the appearance of a demon is only one of the factors to consider.

Some demons can only be analyzed by their characteristics, because the differences in the appearance of a particular demon can be encompassed by a huge range of factors.

Even succubi, who represent desire, are like this.

The incident suggests that succubi are only female, but males, asexuals, or even hermaphrodites may also exist.

Anything is possible.

As for the succubus's appearance, it is completely unfathomable.

Because there are so many races in the world, and each group has such diverse tastes and aesthetics, succubi don't possess the ability to transform themselves; ultimately, they rely on their bodies to seduce.

Therefore, there are demons who are petite, fair-skinned, and resemble humans or elves.

Succubi with enormous bodies, bulging muscles, and three heads and two arms also exist.

This is the abyss of chaos, the chaotic race that was created.

The same applies to these enormous demons.

Each time a massive foot slammed down, it was accompanied by a tooth-crushing cracking sound and a short, agonizing scream.

The demons' formation was chaotic and ferocious; their sheer numbers were their only "order," and they attempted to overwhelm everything through sheer force and sheer numbers of death.

Soon, the black line on the horizon became clearly visible.

They are approaching rapidly.

Faced with the surging tide of demons, the cold and clear command of the Night's Watch commander rang out from the first wall, piercing through the demons' roars and suppressing the clamor of the newly arrived battlefield.

"Distance set! Ballista arrays number three and six, saturation coverage!"

"All archers and mages! Firepower! Target—the charging group!"

The moment the order was given, the sky suddenly darkened.

Immediately following was a piercing whistling sound that cut through the air.

A dense barrage of enchanted explosive arrows, burning arrows, and frost arrows rained down from every firing port on the city wall.

They traced dense arcs of death, landing precisely in the demon's rear guard a kilometer away.

boom! boom! boom! boom!
Destructive fireballs, freezing ice storms, and energy shocks that tore flesh apart erupted one after another among the demon horde.

The horned demons charging at the front fell like wheat cut by a scythe, while the weaker lesser demons were blasted into pieces.

However, the tides of the abyss never end.

It's always the same.

The fallen demons did not die immediately. They rolled and howled on the ground, but were mercilessly trampled and crushed into the scorched earth by their surging comrades, becoming a fleshy carpet to pave the road.

The demons stepped over the corpses and remains of their companions, their speed increasing rather than decreasing.

Their madness made death itself a driving force for progress.

In each battle against the demons, it is estimated that they have consumed as much as 30% of their own resources.

There may even be more extreme cases.

"Razor 7! Target: Right flank Aberration Horde! Triple volley!"

A night watchman ballista squad leader roared.

Woo——hum——

boom! boom! boom!
Several thick alchemical crossbow bolts, wrapped with powerful armor-piercing runes, tore through the air with a chilling shriek.

Their target was several abyssal behemoths mingling in the tide, covered in heavy bone armor.

These enormous creatures are the greatest threat to the city walls.

Once they get close to the city wall, a simple charge will shake even the tallest wall, and may even create a breach.

Because their threat level is always a major focus.

The crossbow bolt hit its mark perfectly!

puff!

The hard bone armor was like paper in front of the alchemical runes, and was instantly pierced.

These ballistae were custom-made for the Night's Watch.

The same applies to crossbows.

It was specifically designed to target these massive and highly threatening giant units.

The crossbow bolt pierced the giant beast's body, instantly activating the engraved runes and unleashing scorching or icy energy within its flesh, leaving indelible scars and even tearing apart its internal organs.

A colossal beast let out a deafening howl, its massive body crashing to the ground, tripping up a swarm of charging demons behind it.

As the demon legion drew near, countless black dots appeared in the sky.

Abyssal bat-winged demons, howling winged demons, and some strangely shaped flying demons pressed in like dark clouds, attempting to break through from the air.

"Sky, flying units! Free hunt!"

The commander's voice rang out again.

Behind the city walls and on the watchtowers, the elven archers, whether Night's Watch members or Avengers, who had been waiting in full battle array, moved instantly.

Their eyes were sharp as eagles, and their movements were swift and precise.

Arrows, gleaming with the light of exorcism or purification, flew from the bowstring, like the Grim Reaper calling their names.

Unlike the previous projectiles.

Those who still use bows and arrows today, and who shoot at flying units in the sky, are the best at using bows and arrows.

Elves are undoubtedly the best at this, so the majority of the troops are elven.

They served as snipers.

Whoosh! Puff!

A shrieking winged demon, which was diving down and trying to spew acid, was instantly pierced by an elven arrow and fell swirling down with a wail.

"Left side! Three bat-winged demons are approaching at high speed!"

A Vengeful Elf Ranger calmly called out the location, while three arrows were already nocked on the bowstring.

However, their numbers are ultimately limited.

Trying to outnumber the demons is simply wishful thinking.

The number of elves was far greater than that of other units, so these elite archer units continued to target the most threatening units.

After all, their knowledge and experience are extremely threatening.

They were targeting those demons hidden among the flying formations, those who could always cause large-scale casualties or affect a large area.

Although demons are chaotic, after spending a long time in the abyss, you can instantly identify which individuals are extremely threatening.

Almost simultaneously, loud eagle cries and griffin roars echoed from the takeoff area behind the city wall.

The Night's Watch's giant eagle squadron and gryphon riders took to the air in organized formation. They were well-equipped, their mounts clad in lightly enchanted armor, and their knights wielding spears or powerful crossbows, forming a disciplined array.

Beside them were the Avengers' flying units.

These various races from different parts of the abyss, equipped with different gear, resembled mercenaries, and in essence, they certainly did.

The group consisted of wyverns, chimeras, and even spellcasters riding magic brooms; the ranks were relatively mixed, but equally menacing.

The two air units collided instantly.

The light of magic, the whistling of arrows, the neighing of mounts, and the shrieks of demons echoed through the sky.

The griffin's sharp claws tore open the bat-winged demon's fleshy wings, while the giant eagle knight's crossbow bolts precisely struck the flying demon's core.

The Avengers' dragons spewed flames as they battled a demon spewing poisonous mist.

Burning debris and broken corpses kept falling from the sky, crashing into the horde of demons below.

The demon vanguard has finally reached the foot of the city wall! The distance has closed to within a hundred meters.

"Free fire! Suppress the climbers!" (End of Chapter)