A different world game? A different world game!

"I can't stop them! Damn it, we don't have enough rats!" General Rat squeaked anxiously.

As high-ranking members of the Rat Clan, they were prepared to pay a heavy price and were determined to slow down the Allied advance.

However, less than two months into the war, their defenses were already riddled with problems.

The Iron Thorn Battlefield, originally considered the biggest meat grinder, has now been breached first.

Under the influence of the Blood God, a large number of elite rats were forcibly transferred here to participate in that bloody battle, ultimately losing their lives.

Although it inflicted some casualties on the enemy, the Iron Thorn Battlefield was the first to fall.

Then, the Plague Mountain defense line, which should have been foolproof, unexpectedly encountered problems.

Now, their main battlefield is teetering on the brink of collapse under pressure from all sides. While they are not yet about to be breached immediately, they are clearly at a disadvantage.

For the rat race, falling into a disadvantageous position often means the beginning of defeat and can trigger a chain reaction on other battlefields.

The problem is, they've only dragged it out for two months, which is far from enough.

"Oh, you wicked rat, we need more time," General Rat thought to himself.

Just then, the rat dressed in black robes next to them stirred.

"The enemy's general has entered the battlefield."

"The general? Isn't he always on the battlefield?"

"It's on the front lines," the black-robed rat continued after receiving accurate intelligence. "The Allied soldiers are exhausted; this war has worn them down both physically and mentally."

"What? Is your god willing to use his power to assassinate this general?" the priest of the evil rat asked softly from the side.

The black-robed rat just chuckled, thinking to himself: It's not that easy.

"You mean, their general is personally going to the battlefield in an attempt to boost morale with a victory?" General Rat asked.

"maybe."

This might be an opportunity, though it might not allow them to turn the tide, it could perhaps buy them more time. After all, this has always been their goal.

"We need to assemble our troops, even if it's just a small victory," General Rat said with a clear objective.

……

The serrated fortress is a crucial node on the defensive line.

Blake led his large army here, with Leilia by his side.

"Honestly, how did you do that?"

"How did you do that?"

"Becoming a legend! You just sit in your tent and issue orders to level up? Is this also a way of comprehending power?" Leilia asked curiously.

Previously, she had not noticed that Blake had already advanced to a legendary powerhouse, and had not even sensed any signs.

Just like her sister Apis, she inexplicably became a legend after taking a nap.

“Everyone takes a different path, and their understanding of power is different, so the way they advance will naturally differ,” Blake explained.

A scholar nearby was taking detailed notes.

Every Night's Watch member who ascends to Legendary status is recorded in this way. This is because Cana discovered that the way Night's Watch members ascend to Legendary status is slightly different from how native inhabitants do so.

Local residents, through daily training and their own talent, gradually hone and deepen their control over power.

Once they reach a level similar to level ten, their mastery of power will have reached a certain standard.

At this point, as long as you seize a certain opportunity, you can rise to the level of a legend.

Those who lack this aptitude will find it difficult to reach the limits of their power.

Therefore, most people who can reach the level 10 limit are talented individuals with the potential to advance to legendary status.

But the Night's Watch is different. There are no gifted individuals among them; as long as there are enough invaders, they can level up to the maximum and reach the limit of their power.

Only after reaching their limits will they turn back to deeply understand and master the power they have gained.

Instead of progressing step by step from the bottom up, they explored recklessly from the top down.

This approach presents obvious problems in the mastery and development of power.

Due to their skills, many people will take their favorite skill as the core, expand and develop it in depth, create various unique uses, or integrate the effects of other skills. In this process, they gradually gain a deeper understanding of the power and eventually become legends.

As a result, all sorts of strange and unusual ways of using power emerged.

So far, none of the Night's Watch members who have risen to legendary status have followed the conventional path.

The conventional path usually refers to the understanding and application of magic, warrior power, holy light, etc.

On the Night Watch side, Leilia relied on her anger and the flames of her soul; Apis, on the other hand, stole higher-level power.

Sergio's strength lies in forging; indeed, he can even forge people like iron.

And then there's Blake now.

Black then raised a flag that had suddenly appeared in his hand, bearing the symbol of the Night's Watch.

As power poured in, the flags fluttered in the wind.

The power spread outwards in the form of a halo, and the surrounding soldiers all felt the surge of this power.

That's right, Blake's legendary power is his aura.

He can radiate various powers in the form of halos, thereby strengthening the group. This also incorporates his unique understanding of holy light.

Although Holy Light is no stranger to buff magic, it is rare to see someone like Black use it so effectively and rise to the legendary level.

"Prepare to attack the city!"

"put!"

Various siege weapons unleashed their attacks. Each of these attacks was fueled by a different kind of power. Black's aura could apply a comprehensive buff to all friendly attacks.

"Charge!" Blake roared, and various auras of power spread outwards.

All the charging soldiers clearly felt that they had become stronger. This sudden increase in power gave them the illusion of being omnipotent.

After all, strength is the source of courage and confidence.

In that instant, the low morale was greatly boosted, and the seemingly impregnable fortress ahead no longer seemed so daunting.

"Not enough. Such a boost alone is not enough to allow them to breach the fortress and achieve a great victory," Blake muttered to himself.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he closed his eyes on the battlefield.

Leilia seemed to sense something was amiss and looked up slightly at the sky.

Not only her, but also the evil rat priest and the black-robed rat on the rat's city wall, all looked up at the sky at the same time.

"call out!"

A shooting star streaked across the sky, falling straight towards where Blake was.

As the light and dust gradually dissipated, Blake held up a gleaming cross-shaped spear.

"The Savior watches over us, and Kana is with us!"

Black's power was transmitted through the Holy Lance, and a radiant cross appeared on everyone's body, and the weapons in their hands were also imbued with holy, pure white power.

It was as if no evil could stop this power.

"It can be used like that?" Lelia stared in disbelief. (End of Chapter)