Finally, Lak leaned against the tree trunk, watching the enemy’s flag gently tilt in the morning mist.

Beside him were a few comrades also resting, each of them applying healing potions to each other’s wounds.

The effect of oral healing potions was good, but when combined with topical application, the efficacy was even better.

For these soldiers, every potion was extremely precious, needing to be cherished and used wisely. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"Look, the Blood God’s banner has fallen!" a young soldier shouted loudly.

The snapping sound of the flagpole breaking made everyone’s actions freeze for a brief moment. Immediately, even more frenzied slaughter broke out.

The bloody smell wafted from afar, carried by a strong gust of wind straight towards them.

"They’ll surely go mad," an old soldier said with a gap-toothed grin, his smile broad.

At this moment, the intensity of the fighting in the distance reached the peak of the entire battlefield.

One after another, demons tore through space, traversing it forcibly and starting to wreak havoc among the crowd.

A large number of United Army soldiers were sent flying, quickly becoming corpses strewn all around.

Night Watchers fought these demons fearlessly, engaging in a battle to the death with them.

The battle was intense not only at higher levels but also among ordinary soldiers, with combat as fierce as ever.

Even the Ratmen, under the influence of the Blood God’s power, became frenzied and fearless of death.

On the battlefield, someone pierced an opponent’s kidney with a broken spear, yet was tragically bitten in the throat by the near-dead enemy; a Knight’s longsword stabbed through the chest of a leather-armored traitor, but the blade tip got stuck in their spinal gap and couldn’t be withdrawn.

When the head of the last ax-wielding warrior rolled into a muddy pit, crows began circling in the sky.

The morning light struggled to pierce through the blood fog, illuminating the ground strewn with shattered bodies.

On Lak’s chainmail hung three broken arrows, and his right little finger was reduced to half-exposed white bone without realizing it, while a piece of tattooed scalp stuck to his boot sole.

Resigned, he was compelled to throw himself back into battle.

However, this time, he truly exhausted all his strength and ultimately collapsed in the bloody muck, fainting away.

Just then, a horn sounded suddenly from the southeast.

It seemed as though someone, upon hearing the horn, struggled to get up and respond.

After an unknown amount of time, the war across the Iron Thorn Plain finally temporarily halted.

The sanguinary mist nearly completely enveloped the entire battlefield, its bloody scent seemingly embedded in the air.

No matter how the wind attempted to blow it away, this bloody scent lingered persistently.

At this moment, the cries of battle had subsided, and the clashing of weapons and hacking sounds ceased.

Some soldiers moved back and forth across the battlefield, shifting one corpse after another.

Steward Curse Blade propped himself up with his exaggeratedly large black greatsword, seated in the center of the battlefield.

As the Tower Master, he had fought for a long time on this battlefield.

Fortunately, this time, the battle finally had a temporary pause.

At that moment, the clinking sound of armor collision came from behind.

A squad of guards, their bodies covered in blood and armor marked with battle scars, walked slowly towards him.

At the center of the squad was the Commander of this battlefield—Tactical Master Sweet.

However, Sweet did not think he had played any decisive role in this war on the battlefield.

Because on this battlefield, there was hardly any room for tactics, with only continuous fighting.

He was also covered in scars, drinking a potion before walking over to the Tower Master.

"Finally, there’s no more support. The Ratmen’s power is starting to wane; it’s about time," Sweet spoke wearily.

Even for him, the constant fighting had brought a deep exhaustion.

"Before the final battle, I think our soldiers could use a brief rest," the Tower Master said, lifting the greatsword and standing back up.

Sweet nodded in agreement.

This full-scale war began on the front lines, and the final offensive climax was to be initiated by them.

At this moment, all battlefronts would push forward comprehensively, exerting maximum pressure that each enemy line could bear.

Meanwhile, over the sea, the troops hidden within the storm were already itching for action, ready to take the stage soon.

...

Inside the Tower of Trial.

After some strenuous efforts, Kana finally succeeded in opening the teleportation gate.

This was by no means an easy task.

Perhaps because the Blood God was entirely focused on watching some significant battle at the time, rejecting all outside interference.

When the teleportation gate opened, a frenzy of bloody air surged out.

Just inhaling this scent caused an uncontrollable urge to fight to rush directly to the brain.

Kana strode inside.

The Undead Dragon outside seemed slightly tense.

Upon entering the gate, instead of the dim and bloody scene imagined, what met the eye was a battlefield.

Kana was not unfamiliar with this battlefield; he had been here before and was somewhat acquainted with it.

This place was precisely the Iron Thorn Plain.

At the moment, the battle on the Iron Thorn Plain had ceased. Kana checked the channel information and understood what had transpired.

So that’s why, the Blood God had been closely observing the battle on this battlefield, even momentarily projecting his realm entirely onto it.

It almost felt as if he was there in person, fully enjoying the progression of the war.

A blood-red aura drifted and hovered over the battlefield.

That was the Blood God’s will.

"Your troops performed perfectly; they fought and slaughtered to their heart’s content..." The fluctuations in the information conveyed by the Blood God’s will indicated his rather pleased mood at the moment.

"Have you come here to submit to me and immerse yourself in endless fighting?"

Kana merely smiled faintly.

"Save your breath, don’t act like a mindless fool obsessed only with slaughter in front of me. If that were the case, you would’ve had your head chopped off by other Demon Lords from the Abyss long ago."

The Abyss, though rife with chaos, was by no means a gathering place for reckless fools.

The demons that could become lords and evil gods within the Abyss were invariably a combination of power and wisdom, just varying in their preference for which means to employ.

"Hehehe, hahaha!"

"So, foolish Savior, what exactly have you come here for?

"Could it be to invite me to witness a noteworthy bout of slaughter? Your last performance left me very disappointed."

This comment made Kana chuckle.

"That’s because the Fallen Blade Dragon you tempted and led astray was useless; he could not provoke a real slaughter from me."

This statement caused the Blood God’s will to ponder for a moment, surprisingly agreeing with the view.

Reflecting on the situation back then, wasn’t it true indeed?

If the Fallen Blade Dragon had been stronger, capable of breaking free from the traps Kana had set, wouldn’t an intense slaughter scene have unfolded?

"So, is this little Rat not enough to satisfy you?" the Blood God asked meaningfully.

Kana shook his head: "Just like with the Blade Dragon, even though this battle might be more intense, it still doesn’t count as a real slaughter.

"Besides, don’t you want to step into the fray yourself? With another appropriate sacrifice, maybe my long spear might pierce through your demonic body."

"Hahahahaha..."

The laughter of the Blood God’s will echoed madly throughout the entire space.

"That certainly would be something to look forward to."

As soon as the words fell, Kana disappeared from the space.

The two seemed to have reached some tacit agreement.