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The priest knelt beside the swamp altar in the center of the Plague Mountains.

He prayed and knelt in devout worship while muttering incantations.

His words were full of praise for the plague and descriptions of the current situation.

“Holy Father of the Plague, your humble, lowly people desperately need your grace and yearn for your protection and help. This is our heartfelt and earnest prayer.”

The Night Watchmen, using some mysterious runic power, had somehow developed immunity to the plague-ridden terrain of the mountains. This was undoubtedly a heavy blow to the rats.

In just two or three days, large squads of Night Watchmen roamed freely throughout the entire mountain range.

They always precisely target and destroy key locations.

Today, one-third of the plague sores have been successfully destroyed.

The Night's Watch, carrying holy water, those repulsive healing potions, and all sorts of incomprehensible plague-curing spells, quickly cleansed the damage caused by the boils.

Then, mysterious blue and white breaths surged and flowed through the forest.

These breaths dispelled the last remnants of the plague, and the "delicious and sweet" smell of the plague that had once intoxicated the rats had now turned into an unbearable stench.

To the rats, these night watchmen were utterly evil.

Their beautiful home, which they had painstakingly built up over a long period of time, was gradually destroyed by the Night's Watch's attacks.

The rat priests were heartbroken and, with tears streaming down their faces, recounted their grievances.

As it spoke, a mysterious force seemed to appear, and an eerie gaze seemed to descend from the darkness.

This force landed directly on the mountain range.

Whether it was the Night's Watch squad raiding the mountains or the other Night's Watch members at the foot of the mountains, ready to relieve the returning squad, they all instinctively looked up at the sky.

Alek was used to this situation. He looked up at the sky and spat on the ground.

He's been using increasingly vulgar language lately.

"Damn plague, you really protect your rat offspring! You even risk your lives to protect these rats, I'm speechless!!"

Although Alek had anticipated this, he still couldn't help but swear when it actually happened.

The four evil gods each have their own distinct characteristics.

Needless to say, the Blood God's style is simple and brutal, his mind filled with nothing but "kill, kill, kill." Facing him, one can only grit one's teeth and fight him to the death, and although the method is simple and direct, the process is truly troublesome.

The Shadow Gods are even more troublesome, as they love to play tricks and schemes, and they habitually target the Night's Watch.

However, there are relatively few direct confrontations with him; they are usually high-level showdowns between top officials.

On the battlefield, it is difficult to detect the Shadow God's actions. Even if he takes action in secret, some junior commanders may not be able to detect it.

This is often a higher-level strategic game.

Alek had only heard some scattered rumors, and it was said that leaders at the level of the leader were usually the ones secretly dealing with and opposing him.

Next up is the God of Desire, who loves to stir up trouble within the organization and is truly impossible to guard against.

Especially those disgusting and corrupt nobles, they were the scum of the earth.

In Alek's view, all of these people should be beheaded, and even killing them all would not be too much.

Although Alek was a frontline commander, he often received messages from the rear and learned about the problems faced by other departments there through communication channels.

Some night watchmen often complain that the evil god of desire brings far too much trouble to those officers who are not night watchmen.

After all, everyone has desires, and the Night's Watch is no exception.

Even now, the problems brought about by the evil god of desire remain in a state of constant flux, with troublesome incidents popping up from time to time.

However, overall, this is not directly related to the front lines.

After all, Alek was extremely strict with his command team, and even when they encountered a few minor problems, they were all resolved quickly.

Finally, there is the plague god.

The problem with the plague god is that he is too biased towards his followers; it's hard to imagine that he, as an evil god, would do this.

Just like the first person the leader encountered was an ordinary believer of the plague god, even so, the plague god still bestowed his blessing.

Given the relatively tight security around the world at the time, coupled with the other party's disgusting methods, the Night's Watch clashed with him from time to time.

Suddenly, he would bestow blessings and send out several great disciples to disrupt the battlefield. Now, he even protects these rats.

"Get ready, send a message to the people in the mountains, big trouble is coming!"

As Alek gave the order, the pustules that had swelled up due to the blessing burst open one by one.

One after another, blessed rat trolls crawled out. These rat trolls had festering skin and emitted a pungent stench. With each step they took, they left behind a pool of filthy, eerie green liquid.

These liquids, like concentrated sulfuric acid, relentlessly corroded the surrounding land.

Upon seeing this, the priest in the central swamp area laughed heartily with excitement, jumping and shouting:
"My father, my father has not abandoned us!"

Although the Father of Plague gave them strength, allowing them to hold on for a while longer, isn't this also a form of abandonment?
More elite squads quickly penetrated into the mountains.

Anriville transformed into an invisible dragon and soared straight into the sky.

Her figure was light and graceful, like a cloud or the wind.

It swirled and roared freely in the sky.

A refreshing breeze swept through the forest, effectively suppressing the surge of foul energy.

"The dragons of the sky are with us! Slay these vile creatures, destroy these invaders! For the world!"

The watchmen roared in unison and launched a fierce attack.

The entire mountain range instantly descended into chaos.

Alek returned to his regular duties, sitting in his tent, staring intently at the virtual map.

The messenger beside him was on standby, ready to relay orders.

"Send the [Forest Wolf] to area C3 and launch a surprise attack from behind!"

"Yes!" The messenger next to him immediately relayed the order through the communication device.

"Have the First and Sixth Assault Teams flank from the left and right sides respectively, advance forward, and eliminate all enemies in front of them."

"let……"

"Send over teams three and four, and have the medical rescue team go to entrance A for rescue."

A series of detailed orders were issued, and the entire camp quickly and efficiently sprang into operation.

A battle of breakthroughs and tug-of-war has begun.

……

The city surrounding the tower.

Kana sat upright in the military conference room.

He intently watched the continuous stream of military intelligence coming from various battlefields.

After layers of analysis and organization, some key data and a general framework of the battle situation were presented to him.

At such a fierce moment in the battle, Kanas was almost unable to obtain all the detailed information in real time through communication channels.

Because the amount of information was so enormous, countless channels were flooding the screen with messages.

Specialized night watchmen and messengers are needed to analyze, summarize, and organize this information.

Even so, this means of communication is infinitely faster than traditional letter transmission, and can almost deliver information instantly.

"Currently, almost all battlefields are locked in a stalemate. Should we order them to intensify their offensive and put more pressure on the rats?"

Hearing the officers' discussion and reports below, Kana simply pondered quietly, listening attentively to their views.

He generally doesn't readily offer opinions on specific war tactics, as this isn't his area of ​​expertise. Although he has handled many war-related matters, he believes that professional tasks should be left to professionals.

As a leader, his responsibility is to plan the direction of the organization, make reasonable personnel arrangements, and enable everyone to give full play to their talents in a suitable position.

"Let's wait a bit longer. The time isn't right yet. We need to observe the movements of the other four evil gods first. The intensity of the war hasn't reached its peak yet."

An officer shared his opinion.

This view has gained considerable acceptance.

Everyone felt that more time was needed; the current pressure wasn't high enough, and the time wasn't right. (End of Chapter)