A different world game? A different world game!

The desolate battlefield was a scene of utter devastation.

Not long ago, this place was a lush green land, but now it has been ravaged into wasteland by the ratmen.

These rat-men are like hungry maggots; wherever they go, everything is devoured and torn clean.

After this wasteland became a battlefield, the already desolate land became even more polluted.

"boom!"

A scorching energy ray descended from the sky, mercilessly cleaving the earth in two.

Sulfur-colored streams of light shot from the bellies of the twelve floating fortresses, and the alchemical rune cannons unleashed their power, instantly burning flesh and stone into boiling magma.

"Ah!"

A series of piercing screams rose and fell. The fur of the ratmen instantly burst into flames, turning them into moving fireballs, screaming and rolling around.

A fireball, like a meteor, fell from the sky and struck a ratman's watchtower directly.

The watchtower, which resembled a pile of garbage, exploded instantly, turning into ruins, and then burst into flames.

In the distance, the ratman priests gathered, raising their bone staffs high. A vortex of chaotic power swirled around them as they offered sacrifices of lives from the battlefield in an attempt to summon a projection of an evil god.

In an instant, the entire tundra was sliced ​​into a smoky checkerboard pattern by thirty-seven intersecting laser beams. Fire elemental magic rays swept wildly in all directions, instantly slicing through countless ratmen, who vanished before they could even scream.

"Boom!"

Tanks sped across the desolate battlefield. These tanks were made of metal, with rugged exteriors, and looked extremely sturdy and durable.

The dwarven chariots tore through the horizon like blades. Drones propelled them forward, charging directly at the giant troll rats, knocking these war-like monsters to the ground. Their wheels then crushed their bodies, the sharp gears mercilessly slicing through their flesh.

The hinged wheels rolled forward, crushing hordes of plague-ridden ratmen. Even covered in bits of flesh, the enchanted treads roared onward relentlessly.

Blue flames spewed from the rotating turret on the roof of the vehicle, and magic crystal bullets whistled out, causing the four-armed Tyrant Rat to convulse and turn into a bloody gourd.

The corrosive black blood was evaporated by the purification runes before it even splashed onto the armor.

Inside the dwarven war chariot "Skullcrusher," the driver, Glona, ​​jerked the control lever, and a satisfying crushing sound came from the front right of the chariot.

"Haha, seven of them!" The lookout's laughter came from above; seven armored ratmen had been caught in the hinge wheel.

The monitor kept displaying a "Track Purification Program Activated" rune notification in the lower right corner. After all, not every ratman could be quickly reduced to ashes, and leaving this flesh and blood on the tracks for too long would affect the vehicle's speed.

The environment inside the tank was not pleasant, especially when the tank was running and in the midst of intense combat, it was as stuffy and hot as a large, sealed container.

When Glona pressed the ball grip to fire the shotgun, the vehicle's system suddenly sounded an alarm.

"A six-legged demon has appeared at the twelve o'clock position!" the lookout shouted.

The co-pilot, a half-human gunner, screamed as he switched to alchemical armor-piercing rounds.

The next second, the entire cockpit was splattered with purple blood—they watched helplessly as half of the demon's body became stuck in the ram, and the monster was still desperately trying to pry at the tank's outer armor with its reversible limbs.

"Whoa! That guy was smashed to pieces by the Dwarf King's hammer!" came an excited cheer from the lookout above, who was clearly also a dwarf.

“Alright, let’s praise him,” the halfling couldn’t help but laugh.

"It would be even better if he could forge me a weapon," the driver muttered to himself.

Meanwhile, the Night Watch's Soul Keepers squad moved nimbly across the battlefield.

These silent killing experts leaped out of the teleportation array, their bodies enveloped in magical energy. They plunged various high-level weapons into the abdomens of the demon apostles, causing their purplish-black internal organs to splatter out.

A ratman chieftain had just raised his skull-encrusted battle axe, but before he could even launch an attack, his head was blasted into bone fragments by seven alchemical guns firing in a crossfire.

"Damn it, there aren't enough prey targets. Everyone's fighting over them." In the distance, an elven ranger holding an alchemy gun blinked and couldn't help but complain.

Once a high-value target appears, it will instantly be targeted by several weapons and then shot through. So how is the kill count calculated? It completely depends on who has the best luck.

At that moment, the sky seemed to be on fire, and the earth let out a painful howl. The rats began their counterattack.

They made numerous sacrifices, and under the watchful eyes of countless evil gods, every sacrifice here could easily draw the power of those evil gods down.

Many evil gods are also happy to project their power onto this place.

Numerous demons emerged from the various torn spaces, attempting to wreak havoc on the battlefield.

"boom!"

Another earth-shattering tremor ensued. At one of the ratmen's fortresses, a gigantic tentacle of an evil god burst forth from the ground. It instantly crushed the ratmen's fortress into ruins, then shot straight into the sky.

This tentacle was enormous and exaggerated in size, and could be clearly seen by everyone on the battlefield.

It was connected to the ground and kept swinging, with each swing scattering large chunks of flesh imbued with the aura of an evil god. These filthy objects then launched attacks on the surrounding area.

As the enormous tentacle lashed wildly through the air, it struck a floating fortress. A thick magical shield quickly appeared around the fortress, barely managing to withstand the attack.

The main cannons of the floating fortresses in other directions immediately fired in unison. In an instant, the three-kilometer-long tentacles of the evil god were pinned to the scorched earth by the light spears. It struggled, trying to break free of its restraints.

"Concentrate fire! Destroy it!" The order was quickly relayed.

Everyone understood that this thing had to be dealt with as soon as possible, otherwise it would cause unnecessary casualties to their side.

The magic cannon continued to bombard, causing the indescribable mass of flesh to repeatedly explode and regenerate. Chaotic magic energy splashed everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, a massive wave of attacks surged forth. The tentacle was instantly engulfed in the explosions of artillery fire and magical energy.

A faint wail echoed from the void, clearly indicating that some part of the evil god's body had suffered a severe injury.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the tank group advanced, and the vehicle-mounted flamethrowers burned the swarming rats that tried to escape into fireballs rolling on the ground.

The crisp sound of bones shattering echoed from beneath the steel tracks, and the overloaded gun barrels glowed a dark red. Each volley of fire carved radial furrows of flesh and blood into the ratman ranks.

The allied forces advanced with unstoppable momentum. The surprise attack from the rear left the rats with no time to mount an effective counterattack.

The roar of artillery fire filled the air, and magic permeated the atmosphere. The Allied forces cleared all obstacles on the ground, advancing steadily.

Their advance was almost unimpeded, and any rats that stood in their way were reduced to ashes by their fierce firepower.

Advance, bombard, slaughter.

Corpses turned to ashes, and wounded allies were promptly transported to the treatment platform. The floating fortress remained steadily suspended in the air.

At the center of the Allied forces' formation, the ground rose slightly. The Earth Dragon remained lurking within, silently waiting.

Currently, there is no adversary worthy of their attention. The allied forces can easily wipe out any enemy in their path simply by advancing steadily.

"We can't let you advance so easily anymore."

The voice from the shadows rose silently, like a ghost, adding an air of uncertainty to the fierce battle. (End of Chapter)