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Rat nests.

That towering black garbage dump remains the most prominent landmark in the area.

In the sky, tungsten-green, chaotic clouds spiraled around the spire of the black tower.

The magic of chaos continued to gather in this chaotic cloud, causing the entire junk spire to emit an eerie, dark green light.

Centered around the spire, a dense cluster of buildings, composed of garbage, ruins, and various abandoned structures, spread outwards in all directions.

Countless pointed-eared rat-men were busy in this chaotic place. They moved in groups, sometimes climbing, sometimes leaping.

Some are responsible for transporting the cubs, some focus on raising them, and others train them.

Moreover, they subjected these cubs to various cruel experiments, attempting to induce strange changes in them and corrupt them with evil magic.

Here, a large number of new ratmen are born every day, but just as many ratmen cubs die every day.

The dead offspring are used as food to nourish the next generation.

Meanwhile, within the spire, the ratmen's clan council was in the midst of a tense standoff.

This is an emergency meeting where ratmen representing various groups have gathered to argue and debate fiercely.

"We're doomed! Quickly withdraw my troops; we urgently need to strengthen our defenses in the rear!"

"Please save us! Our clan is about to be wiped out!"

"The Rat has sent orders that we need to send more troops to defend the rear; the Allied forces are attacking from the rear!"

Such arguments rose and fell, never ceasing.

Ultimately, all of this stemmed from the massive force that suddenly appeared after the eye of the storm dissipated.

At this moment, the troops are docking.

The images at sea were transmitted to the eyes of the believers through the evil rat and the eye of the evil god.

They witnessed firsthand the sheer size of the force, its elite formation, and the alchemical weapons they couldn't comprehend at all.

Although they didn't know what these alchemical weapons were for, they knew they would be incredibly powerful against rats.

After all, the Night's Watch had been testing various alchemical weapons on the battlefield for several years now. Several years have passed, and nobody knows what powerful, unpredictable weapons the Night's Watch has equipped itself with.

"No, there are so many coalition troops at the front. If we transfer them all to the rear, we'll be finished."

Some rat people strongly oppose this.

The reason for this is that their clans were not located in the rear.

"It's over, we're completely doomed!"

Some of the rat people have started shouting loudly, disregarding everything else.

They simply could not bear the current desperate situation where there was no way to deal with it. The feeling of helplessness, that they could only sit and wait for death, surged towards them like a tidal wave.

This is an immense pressure that the rats simply cannot withstand.

Because they have no idea how to escape, the coalition forces will never give them any chance to escape.

The Allied Forces have always dealt with rats by exterminating them completely, leaving no one alive.

Just like the cruel methods the rats used against other intelligent species when they caused chaos.

"You wicked rats, save us!"

Some ratmen knelt in despair, looking up at the top of the spire and praying fervently.

In the darkness, a mysterious connection originating from the soul and bloodline is transmitted.

That was the gaze of a vicious rat.

In an instant, all the rats shut their mouths and trembled as they lay prostrate on the ground.

"Go and fight! Give your lives, give everything you have. Your souls will return to my body, you will become a part of me, and I will lead you into a new era."

A new era belongs to rats, to us rats!

Logically speaking, such words would not only fail to motivate the mice, but might even dampen their morale.

But for these rat-men, it has an extremely strong infectious power.

This soul-stirring voice seemed to ignite and tremble their very souls.

"Yes, we are willing to give everything for you!"

"The priest of the evil rats responded fervently. The evil rats were evil gods, and the very deities worshipped by the rat race."

For the evil, pointy-eared ratmen, it was almost a supreme being.

Only those rats who worship other evil gods could barely retain a shred of sanity under such circumstances.

Even so, they were still willing to give everything for the evil rats.

Making sacrifices, an act contrary to the nature of rats, is now being played out in the rat nest.

……

Situation on the northeast coast of Leviathan

Leviathan continent, northeast coast.

One after another, enormous warships, like fierce beasts, charged straight toward the beach, their massive weight pressing heavily onto the sand.

Large numbers of coalition troops disembarked from the ships in an orderly fashion.

After everyone left, the warships were dismantled into building materials and quickly reassembled on the shore.

A port was thus quickly built in a short period of time, and warships followed suit, repeating the same process.

The docking, transportation, and dismantling processes proceeded in an orderly manner.

In the sky, one dark shadow after another drifted slowly by.

They were floating fortresses, silently suspended in the air, exuding a powerful sense of oppression.

Soon, a steel fortress rose from the ground.

Before the mice could react, it stood firmly on the ground.

Large numbers of Night's Watchmen began to gather here.

Inside one of the largest floating fortresses, in a large conference room, the main commanders of the attack gathered.

The commander in charge of the main offensive in this direction was Blake's father, Eric.

Throughout the entire Skaven War, Echard almost never actually showed his face.

He has been stationed in the eastern wilderness, handling affairs there.

A year ago, he secretly came to this place and meticulously began various preparations.

In the conference room, besides Aichard, there was also Getari who had come from Lurek.

And Sergio, who is participating in the war for the first time since the legend, and Maxim, the leader of the elves.

This time, Maxim has quietly broken through the legendary realm and reached level eleven.

As a master of the three elements, he was already of a high rank long before becoming a member of the Night's Watch. He rose to legendary status step by step through proper magical research.

Therefore, he was a rather traditional legendary mage.

They were so traditional that they only knew how to use powerful spells for bombardment.

After all, he is a master of the three elements.

"The front line has put tremendous pressure on the rats, and now their defense is in a vacuum."

What we need to do next is to penetrate their rear defenses in one fell swoop and strike straight at their core.

This strategy was planned in advance.

Maxim stared silently at the ceiling, lost in thought.

"I feel like so many eyes are watching us."

Upon hearing this, Sergio burst into laughter: "Who would have thought that the Allied Forces could hide such a large force at sea, without anyone noticing, not even in the shadows?"

Their methods of concealment were not particularly sophisticated; they simply cleverly used natural conditions to hide themselves.

In addition, there are hidden troops operating quietly and discreetly, as well as various weapons that have been kept under wraps for some time.

Furthermore, the Night Watchers' already advanced spatial equipment provides additional assistance.

All of these factors ensured that this hidden force remained undiscovered.

It wasn't just the evil gods in the sky who were watching them.

Many legendary figures were surprised to learn that the Night's Watch possessed such a force. (End of Chapter)