Abyss—1121st Level.

Blood Battle Battlefield.

The sky of the Abyss forever burns with polluted sulfur clouds, staining the land in a sickly, blood-red twilight.

For intelligent beings yearning for beauty, such a place is truly unbearable.

The deafening clamor rules over this Blood Battle Battlefield.

This is the main battleground of this city’s Blood Battle Battlefield.

Most large-scale wars almost always occur in this area.

This is a land of chaotic warfare written with flesh and madness by the will of the Abyss.

On the defense map of the Blood War Fortress, it is called the front line of the "Blood Muddy Plain".

The waves of demons are as always, like maggots squirming over decaying flesh, endlessly chaotic.

Also extremely disgusting.

Inferior Demons screech as they are used as stepping stones, too weak and slow, they are numerous but easily trampled under the chaotic charge, dying by their own hands.

Yet no one cares, neither the intelligent beings of the Order Faction nor the demons.

Horned Demons roar as they charge, shoving and trampling one another.

Frenzy Demons swing their burning weapons, tearing gaps in brief outbursts of frenzy.

The heavy steps of the Soul Judge Demons shake the ground, spewing poisonous mist and flame.

...The demons are numerous and chaotic, mingling together, wielding their power wildly.

As for whether it affects their own formations, one cannot expect demons to consider such matters.

According to incomplete, unstandardized, and unguaranteed statistics.

In each war, more than twenty percent of demon casualties resulted from their own side.

This is a turbid stream driven by pure malice and destructive instinct, sweeping uncountable bodies towards the dam constructed by the Blood War Fortress.

And on the dam, Order operates like a precision steel machine.

Warriors from various shattered worlds, invaded worlds, and destroyed worlds, long since putting aside old grievances, are divided into different war groups based on race, specialty, and ability to exact blood debt from the Abyss.

Viewed from high above, their numbers are certainly far fewer than the demons’.

The Blood Battle Battlefield is, after all, part of the Abyss.

These demons have no restrictions and can freely unleash their most primal power.

The Order Faction can only rely on order and teamwork to fight these chaotic demons.

The right wing, composed of various Giants over ten feet tall clad in star-iron armor, forms an unbreakable Stone Wall formation.

Silent as mountains, their massive tower shields embedded into the ground merge into a Copper Wall Iron Wall.

Any demon crashing into them will have their bones fractured and muscles torn amidst a dull thud.

Behind them, dwarf rune gunners shoot accurately through shield wall gaps, explosive rune projectiles stirring a storm of blood and flesh in the demon tide.

The center hosts a mixed contingent of highly mobile High Elf Sword Singers and Beastman Wolf Cavalry.

The Elves move with enchanting grace, dual swords whirling, precisely striking down elite demons breaching the shield formation, their blades casting lethal arcs of light in the dimness.

The Beastman Wolf Cavalry, akin to a violent hurricane, launch counter-charges at the sharp bone whistle of their commander, tearing apart the demons’ fragile flank, with the wolves’ fangs ripping into limbs, war axes chopping at armor, roars and screams blending together.

On the left wing, Elemental Born Storm Apostles cast together, summoning the power of wind, thunder, water, and fire to form a vast elemental purgatory, suppressing the demon horde attempting to encircle.

Scorching rain of fire descends from the sky, frenzied hurricanes lift Inferior Demons high into the air to shred them, and the solid ground suddenly erupts with high-pressure water columns or collapses into quicksand traps.

Next to them are the Minotaur War Totem Masters, their massive totem poles impacting the ground with each strike, unleashing waves of crimson energy that shatter nearby enemies and empower surrounding allies with martial might.

Although divided into center and left and right wings, essentially they are just different defensive formations.

Having stayed in the Abyss for a long time, even Order has limits and must consider the different habits and relations among the various races.

"Hold the line! For the souls of Anvil Castle!"

"Area three! Burn barrels! Hurry! Block those Ice Spike Demons!"

"Damn it, this sulfur stench is really fucking sharp! Worse than an Old Dwarf’s unwashed foot wraps for three days!"

"Bullshit, we Dwarves don’t need foot wraps, you idiot."

"Hey, Elf kid on the right! Stop poking my ass! Hit the demons!"

"You’d better move that meaty mountain of yours, I can’t stand it."

"Bonecrusher Squad! Target! That Lava Lord over there! Focus fire on its twisted knee bone! Break its leg, make it a cripple like Old Woody Foot!"

"Screw you, later I’ll use this old wooden foot to mess up your **!"

Curses and roars intertwine on the battlefield, iron and fire clash, the brilliance of magic and fel energy explosions rise and fall, this is war.

With more contact with the demons, the Order Faction also becomes somewhat chaotic, such is the nature of war.

The power of individuals is as insignificant as fireflies amidst the tidal wave of tens of thousands of demons, yet within the collective Order, they gather into resilient light.

Suddenly, as if grasped by an invisible giant hand, the clamor across heaven and earth abruptly ceases.

A pure, radiant starlight tears through the polluted sky, descending like the sword of a deity.

Within the light, an unimaginably vast Star Construct Giant materializes.

He appears as if crafted from compressed, endless star rivers and dark stardust, his height resembling mountains, his entire being suffused with deep cosmic luminescence, countless miniature galaxies born and perished within the fissures of his body.

An angular star iron faceplate covers his visage, with only two burning points of silver-white blazing like supernovae shining through, embodying the will of war.