A different world game? A different world game!

The sky was still somewhat dim.

It was early morning, and although the sun had not yet fully risen, its radiance was gradually illuminating the sky.

A flock of griffins soared through the sky.

The flock of griffins consisted of five birds with vibrant plumage and majestic forms. Their enormous wings flapped powerfully, drawing graceful arcs across the sky.

Their sharp claws are secured with iron armor, which amplifies their destructive power; their chests and foreheads are covered with metal plates, providing them with additional protection.

A closer look reveals that each griffin here is one or two sizes larger than a normal griffin.

If they were to be graded, it would be astonishing—every griffin reached level eight.

In this world, this is already a fairly high level for a mount or pet.

After all, in most cases, the leveling up of pets or mounts mainly relies on experience stones, and allowing them to gain experience through combat is far less efficient than that of intelligent life forms.

This is enough to infer the extraordinary nature of this griffin team.

They are a newly formed team of Soul Keepers from the Night's Watch.

At this moment, they are on escort duty.

At this point, you can see a flying carpet floating in the center of the flock of griffins, upon which sits an old man with a white beard. The old man is not wearing traditional robes, but rather a mechanical suit more like a work suit.

For a mage, such attire is indeed somewhat "lowering his status," but this white-bearded old man clearly didn't care at all.

Besides him, there was another person on the flying carpet—Toby.

"Teacher, what exactly are we escorting this time? Why do we need a whole squad of Soul Guardians to protect us?" Toby asked in a low voice.

Although he had only been a formal member of the Night Watch for a short time, he had truly witnessed the formidable strength of the Soul Keepers squad.

After all, he had been rescued by a young squad of Soul Guardians in that strange space of the underground altar.

The fierce battle that Tyr and the others fought at that time greatly changed his worldview.

The fact that a team of equal caliber is being used to escort him suggests that the items his master is carrying must be incredibly valuable.

Upon hearing the student's question, the white-bearded old monk smiled smugly and patted the storage box at his waist.

"It's a good thing, you'll see when the time comes. You should also learn how to assemble and maintain it."

Before long, the team arrived at the front-line camp.

They arrived at the front line of the battlefield, which was also the place with the largest number of troops stationed in the entire offensive area.

Blake was analyzing intelligence in the camp when he asked his assistant, "How's the situation? Have you detected any movement of the rats?"

The assistant nodded.

"As you predicted, the rats ahead of us called for reinforcements again, and more rat troops are gathering in front of us."

However, according to information we obtained from within the rats, the generals of other defense lines have expressed their dissatisfaction with their behavior.

Although they do face the largest number of enemy troops, other lines of defense also urgently need more rats for defense.

The mice had set up five lines of defense; if any one of them was breached, their entire defense plan would fail.

Blake listened and nodded.

"So, the number of rats gathered here is already close to their limit?"

The assistant, however, dared not give a definite answer, only saying, "The reinforcements are gradually decreasing, and they should stop arriving soon. Unless the war breaks out in full force, there shouldn't be any more rat troops coming to our front lines in the short term." Just then, a soldier entered the tent and whispered a few words in Blake's ear.

A joyful smile immediately spread across Blake's face.

"What we asked for has arrived. Let's go take a look."

Once everyone left the command camp, they could clearly see a blank stone tower standing slightly behind the front camp.

The stone tower is about thirty meters tall, but strangely, it seems to have no practical use. Apart from making the space appear more open, it looks like an unfinished building that was built there inexplicably.

The Soul Guardian squad, riding griffins, had landed atop the stone tower.

Blake led his men to the top of the tower.

“General Black, this should be the installation location you selected, right?” the white-bearded old man asked.

Seeing that the other party acted decisively and without any formalities, Blake stopped arguing and simply nodded.

"That's right, the weapons I requested are located here. I've studied their data standards; the platform's data should be sufficient to support weapon launch, right?"

Upon hearing this, the white-bearded old man smiled broadly: "Of course, this is a perfect standard launch platform, and weapons can be placed here."

However, the installation will take some time. During my installation, please try to keep too many people away from the area to avoid interfering with the magical fluctuations here.

"No problem, I'll make the arrangements."

As he spoke, Blake glanced at his assistant beside him, and both of them nodded.

Soon, everyone left. Apart from the Griffin Soulkeeper squad that continued to guard the area, only Toby and his teacher remained.

As the space at the top of the tower was cleared, the white-bearded old man opened the box at his waist.

The box instantly unfolded, revealing a spatial plane from which one alchemical instrument after another emerged.

The old man raised his staff and used his magic to slowly levitate the instruments.

"I taught you this, didn't I? You'll do the most basic installation work."

Upon hearing this, Toby rubbed his hands together excitedly and couldn't help but swallow hard. Although he had practiced assembling and disassembling this type of equipment many times, he was still inevitably a little nervous at this moment.

Under his control, a massive alchemical weapon gradually took shape.

This weapon is located in the center of the platform, occupying more than half of the space.

Most of the components float in the air thanks to the connection between magic and crystals, and what extends out is an extremely thick cannon barrel, so thick that it can even accommodate a person.

The cannon barrel has a hollowed-out structure, densely covered with runes; the base is a huge intelligent machine, with several crystals the size of human heads floating beside it, continuously gathering energy.

And so, the highly fantastical alchemical turret was completed.

"The rat trap is finished."

"Why did you choose such a strange name?" Toby couldn't help but ask curiously.

He had always found the model name of this alchemical turret to be very strange.

"This thing was an accidental creation. The original design goal was to create a wide-range bombardment cannon with a diffusion attack capability."
The result was this peculiar launching weapon. But for those weak rats, it was the perfect tool for exterminating them, so it was preserved.

More importantly, the way it was launched looked particularly intimidating.

Despite the old mage's seemingly dismissive tone, it's undeniable that this remains one of the more powerful creations among the Night's Watch's alchemical experiments at this stage. (End of Chapter)