A different world game? A different world game!

early morning.

Perhaps it's around this time, since in the Blood Pit Fortress, one can still make a judgment using certain alchemy machines.

In the abyss, the sky will never change.

Beneath the murky, dark red sky of the first layer of the abyss, the massive metal gate of the Blood Pit Fortress slowly rose with a muffled rumble.

Behind the door, there was not chaotic noise, but a suffocating, poised silence.

On the scorched plain in front of the fortress, an orderly army had already lined up, casting a shadow of steel and will on the filthy land, its layers clearly visible from above.

These teams are clearly composed of different people.

First and foremost are the Night's Watch, who are the core and cornerstone of the army.

Equipped with uniform silver-gray enchanted armor, lined with energy-absorbing, lightweight black battle suits, they resembled a cold, steel jungle.

Each banner standing tall was strikingly distinct—a golden torch burning brightly against a black background, a symbol of the Night's Watch's inextinguishable spirit.

Depending on the order of combat, the flag was decorated with subtle markings along its edge.

The crossed tower shields symbolizing the Shield Guard, the sharp arrows representing the Rangers, or the star emblem representing the command sequence.

At this stage, it doesn't really mean much to them, whose overall level is ten.

But this was passed down from more than ten years ago.

It can also be considered a memento.

They stood silently, their eyes sharp as eagles beneath their visors, tactical information flowing across their field of vision on data panels. Their movements were perfectly synchronized, radiating an efficient, precise, and tenacious collective will.

They are the sharpest sword and the strongest shield of order.

Besides the Night's Watch, there were naturally the Avengers who arrived at Bloodpit Fortress earliest, and these remained the inexhaustible source of fighting power for Bloodpit Fortress.

They circled the Night's Watch phalanx on both sides and in front, like a ring of lava burning with cold flames.

The origins of these warriors are more complex than one can imagine.

Minotaur with broken horns, humanoid races branded with the mark of abyss slaves on their faces, wood elves carrying broken elven longbows, dwarves with charred skin, and even mutants whose limbs have mutated into weapons...

Their equipment was a motley collection, ranging from finely enchanted weapons to rough but battle-hardened bone blades, from complete plate armor to protective gear pieced together from scraps of armor.

They exuded an overwhelming stench of blood, a deep-seated hatred, and a rage that had been suppressed for too long and was eager to erupt.

It was the Blood Pit Fortress, a place that broke the stagnant waters, that attracted and gathered these Avengers who were scattered across the various levels of the abyss and struggling in despair, giving them a new goal and a spark of "vitality" for revenge.

They were no longer a disorganized mob, but rather, united by a shared blood feud and a shared commitment to the Night's Watch, they had coalesced into a berserk force capable of tearing apart the demonic front.

What burned in their eyes was not excitement, but a cold, resolute determination to incinerate all the demons before them.

For killing demons.

They've gotten used to it; it's part of life.

The largest number of people were actually the scattered troops, some of whom were mercenaries, and others were teams that came here for various purposes.

Of course, their main purpose is also related to demons.

They come from all sorts of worlds, but they all know the rules and almost never cause trouble in the Blood Pit Fortress. They'll even lend a hand at crucial moments.

They were scattered at the rear and flanks of the army, forming a looser formation.

The mercenaries' insignia came from mercenary groups in various corners of the astral plane, their equipment styles were very different, and their eyes were filled with a mixture of desire for wealth, vigilance against the abyss, and curiosity about this unprecedented proactive attack.

There were also some scattered adventurers, not only from this world, but also from other worlds.

Most of them seemed more excited; many of them were newcomers venturing into the abyss for the first time, their faces showing tension and eagerness. They were relatively well-equipped but lacked unified coordination.

Although the Night's Watch has supreme command and can be mobilized to carry out missions, they maintain a considerable degree of autonomy.

At this moment, they gripped their weapons tightly, whispering amongst themselves, awaiting the order to charge, fighting for gold, honor, or simply the thrill of slaying demons.

The air was thick with the smells of engine oil, cold iron, sulfur dust, and a tense atmosphere known as "fighting spirit."

The massive Iron Flower Construct slowly adjusted its posture above the fortress, its steel petals slightly opening, and its internal energy core emitting a deep hum, like a war behemoth about to awaken.

The elegant figure of the Sky Dragon hovered low in the sky, its crystal-like scales reflecting the murky light of the sky and casting a soothing, healing glow.

She naturally had to be present for this important proactive move.

At the very front of the army formation, Leilia's figure stood out conspicuously.

She wasn't wearing the ornate commander's armor, but rather a Night's Watch elite combat suit with reinforced joints and vital points, her long, scarlet hair dancing wildly in the bloody winds of the abyss.

She stood on a makeshift steel platform supported by the roots of an ironwork structure. Her voice, amplified by a sound-amplifying array, boomed like thunder in the ears of every warrior, drowning out the ceaseless low growl of the abyss.

"Soldiers! Look at this defiled land beneath our feet! Look at this filthy sky!"

She suddenly waved her hand, pointing to the scorched wasteland outside the fortress, soaked in demonic blood and littered with the bones of countless Order races, her voice filled with deep-seated hatred and power.

“You scum of the abyss! You crawl out of the dark corners like maggots! You destroy my home! You slaughter my people!”

"Spreading pain and despair to every corner of the astral plane! They think that by hiding in their filthy lair, they can forever launch invasions with impunity, while we can only forever cower behind our fortresses, passively taking hits?"

Her voice suddenly rose, like a drawn sword, carrying the ferocity unique to a berserker:

"Bullshit! Today! Right now! This damn 'stagnant water' should boil! This disgusting calm should be shattered!"

"Who gave us the courage to fight back? Who ignited the first fire in the stagnant waters of this abyss? It was us! It was the Night's Watch! It was all the warriors who refused to be destroyed, refused to be enslaved!"

Her gaze swept over the Night's Watch phalanx, over the Avengers, over the mercenaries and adventurers:
"Look around you! You are not fighting alone! We have gathered here not to prolong our lives, but to tell those damned demons—their end has begun!"

Lelia abruptly drew her greatsword from her waist, pointing the blade in the direction of the demon camp, and let out a deafening roar:

"Today! We will no longer defend! Today! We will strike first! With their blood, we will wash away our shame! With their heads, we will pave our way forward! Let these scum who only know destruction—taste the power of our blades! For order! For the Blood Pit Fortress! Attack!!!"

"For order! For the Blood Pit Fortress! Kill—!!!"

A roar like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami erupted instantly, like a volcano that had been suppressed for thousands of years bursting forth!

The shields of the Night's Watch phalanx slammed heavily into the ground, producing a dull rumble.

The Avengers roared like beasts, their eyes burning with hatred.

The battle cries of mercenaries and adventurers also joined in, their bloodlust ignited by the frenzied atmosphere.

Just as the Blood Pit Fortress army formation was activated, the eternally noisy main battlefield in the distance—the giant meat grinder in front of the Blood Battle Fortress—seemed to be injected with new fuel, and the roar of battle suddenly intensified.

The battle here has never truly stopped. Even on this "special" day, a large number of uncontrollable low-level demons, driven only by primal destructive urges, surge like waves of black tides toward the Blood War Fortress's steel defenses.

Driven by their bloodlust, the lesser demons and horned demons trampled over the corpses of their own kind, brandishing their rusty weapons and emitting meaningless howls, before crashing into the dwarves' solid rune shield walls and instantly turning into mincemeat.

The berserker's giant axe, wreathed in hellfire, crashed down, colliding violently with the minotaur's totem pole, the sound of bones cracking deafening.

In the sky, the winged demon's acid rained down, only to be intercepted and evaporated by the elven ranger's precise arrows and the mage's magical shields.

However, careful observation will reveal the differences.

On the walls of Bloodbath Fortress, the charging light of the rune cannons was more intense and dazzling than ever before.

The attacking legion was larger in size and had a more organized formation.

The dwarven shield guards' phalanx resembled moving mountains, with spears thrusting out from the gaps and warhammers swinging, creating a more efficient killing rhythm.

The density of the elven archers' arrow rain increased significantly, covering a much farther area.

Squads of soldiers equipped with strange alchemical weapons formed an even stronger suppressive fire network behind the lines, and dense energy beams, like scorching waterfalls, washed over the demon horde attempting to climb.

Clearly, the fortress commander was already on high alert.

The troops are doing their utmost to draw the attention of the main demon forces, creating even greater "battlefield noise," in accordance with the plan agreed upon with Kana.

The army formation of Blood Pit Fortress, like a giant steel gear, began to grind forward.

The Night's Watch phalanx was in the center, with the Avengers arrayed on both flanks like outstretched blades, while mercenaries and adventurers filled the gaps and provided flank cover.

They advanced slowly, but with great stability.

The scattered demon scouts and wandering small groups along the way melted away like snow under the Night's Watch's precise long-range kills and the Avengers' ferocious attacks.

Soon, the area in front of the army was no longer a barren, scorched earth, but a rolling black wave composed of flesh and carapace—the vanguard of the demons had arrived.

This is a legion that is mixed with a large number of inferior demons and horned demons, as well as a considerable number of berserker demons and freaks.

They had clearly received some kind of rallying order, and were no longer charging blindly, but had formed a certain offensive front.

"Shieldbearers, stand ready!"

The Night's Watch commander's voice was clearly transmitted via the data link.

The Night's Watch shieldbearers at the very front slammed their massive shields into the scorched ground, instantly forming a cold, metallic dam.

Spears thrust out like a forest from the gaps in the shields.

"Long-range, area-of-effect strike! Target: Demon swarm ahead!"

Behind them, the Night Watch rangers and mages, along with some mercenaries equipped with alchemical muskets, immediately focused their fire.

Energy arrows, arcane missiles, and scorching alchemical pellets rained down like a death storm, precisely targeting the largest and most threatening berserkers in the demon formation.

In an instant, several berserker demons had their carapaces shattered under the barrage of fire, spewing demonic blood as they fell with howls, causing a small-scale chaos.

"Avengers! Break through the left flank! Hold the right flank!" Leilia's roar echoed across the battlefield.

The left-wing avengers had long been unable to contain themselves.

As the order was given, they were like beasts breaking free of their chains. Led by a minotaur berserker with a broken horn, they roared and transformed into a torrent of hatred and rage, crashing into the demon's relatively weak left flank.

The minotaur's totem pole swept across, smashing several horned demons into a bloody pulp.

Some unnamed humanoid warriors wielded greatswords burning with the flames of vengeance, cleaving a Florid in two at the waist.

The elven ranger leaped and darted through the crowd, his scimitar precisely slicing open the demon's throat joint.

Their fighting was chaotic, yet filled with ruthless, life-or-death struggle and honed, deadly skills.

In an instant, a huge gap was torn open on the left wing of the demon.

The right wing of the Avengers, led by an experienced dwarven rockbreaker, formed a solid defensive line.

With warhammers, heavy axes, and an indomitable will, they withstood the pressure from the demons' right wing's attempt to encircle them.

Just as the main battlefield was fiercely clashing, a small but extremely elite force, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, quietly broke away from the flank and rear of the Blood Pit Fortress army formation.

They were all Night Watchmen, better equipped and swift as the wind, the spearhead force responsible for carrying out the "flank assault" to open up the connecting passage.

Their goals are clear.

Avoiding the main force of the demons on the front and flanks, they went straight into the dangerous area known as the "Death Corridor" between Blood Pit Fortress and Blood Battle Fortress.

Quickly eliminate the demon strongholds entrenched there and establish defensive nodes.

However, the demon was not without its defenses.

The elite force was ambushed as soon as they entered the area filled with ravines and twisted rock pillars.

"Watch out! Shadow Fiend!"

"The Sharp Knife Captain," a human soldier named Mark warned sternly through the data link.

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of swift, black shadows silently darted out from the shadows of the charred rock pillars and the cracks in the ground.

They are slender with skin like flowing tar and claws that gleam with an eerie light; they are Shadow Demons, masters of stealth and ambush.

"Mage! Radiant Light! Area of ​​effect!"

Mark quickly gave the order.

The two half-elf mage apprentices in the group immediately waved their staffs, and a blinding white light exploded in the center of the group like a small sun.

The intense positive energy instantly dispelled the shadows, revealing the true forms of the shadow demons that pounced into the air, causing them to let out mournful screams.

The movement also paused.

"Concentrate fire! Leave no one alive!"

Mark roared, his longsword igniting with holy flames as he slashed at a shadow demon that was charging at him.

The Night's Watch reacted with astonishing speed.

Alchemical firearms spewed scorching flames, energy arrows fired with precision, and melee fighters' weapons, imbued with anti-magic runes, instantly formed a crossfire network under the cover of Radiant Light spells.

The Shadow Fiend's prized stealth and speed proved so fragile against the Night Watchers' efficient data link sharing and instantaneous focused fire.

In just over ten seconds, the ambush of shadow demons was wiped out, their corpses emitting wisps of smoke. (End of Chapter)