A different world game? A different world game!

Number One, suspended in mid-air.

It calmly raised its paw and swung it downwards.

A certain power was born from the soul of the rat-man.

In an instant, the pupils of all the ratmen turned blood red, and sharp squeaks echoed throughout the battlefield. The entire swarm of rats became restless and agitated.

"Let these hypocrites witness your malice!" the evil rat shouted.

With that, it flicked its tail behind it.

Night fell suddenly.

The once bright sky was instantly shrouded in darkness, the sun disappeared, and a full moon slowly rose into the sky.

Seeing this, Kana raised his head slightly.

This is not a true disruption of the world's normal cycle, but rather a manifestation of power.

This is the rat's nest. The area radiating outwards from the central black spire, extending for a hundred kilometers, is shrouded in this dark space.

Rats are undoubtedly nocturnal creatures, and so are the rat-people who evolved from rats.

The night is their true battlefield. And this evil god rat possesses the power to bring nightfall.

Instantly, the area within a radius of 100 kilometers was plunged into darkness.

Such a wondrous sight appearing on an evil god who has not yet fully become a deity fully confirms the evil god's true nature.

A swarm of putrid rats surged toward the steel defenses.

In Blake's eyes, the ratmen's lair thirty miles away was pouring out, with millions of gray-brown bodies rolling and writhing on the scorched earth.

Their sharp claws refracted a sickly phosphorescence in the moonlight.

As these ratmen were affected by the power of the evil rats, and their shrieks pierced the clouds, all the ratmen who were gnawing on the corpses of their own kind suddenly froze.

Their spines cracked and sprang back into an arch – the timidity that had once filled their murky eyes was now being burned away by the crimson flames.

This blessing from the outside world affected the entire rat colony.

No.

It's not just the rats.

This force is more direct, evil, and corrupt, and it is pervasive, with all members of the Allied Forces also benefiting from its influence.

There is only one person who would do such a thing—the Blood God.

Unsurprisingly, he turned his gaze to the battlefield, and incidentally spread his own power, adding a bloody flame to the end of the war.

"Squeak!"

The piercing squeaking of the mice rose and fell like surging waves.

"You rats, the evil rats are watching!"

"Charge for the scoundrels!"

In that instant, all the mice abandoned their defense.

The city walls that were originally meant to block the coalition forces now resembled dams blocking water sources.

At that moment, the dam collapsed.

The rats swept towards the Allied forces like a flood bursting its banks.

"They've actually launched an attack... Everyone, prepare!"

Moreover, from the surging swarm of rats, a large number of rats poured out of their nests and rushed toward the front and rear defense lines.

Defense? No. Defense becomes meaningless when the Rat is forced to confront Cana face-to-face.

At this moment, for all the ratmen, there was only attack, only death, only sacrificing everything. As the first torrent of flesh and blood crashed into the spiked chevaux-de-frise, three ratman corpses conveniently blocked the firing port of the mechanical ballista.

The remaining survivors, stepping over the swollen bellies of their comrades, leaped into the trenches. Their fur, soaked in boiling oil, along with their burning bodies, rolled into the piles of ammunition.

After countless rat bodies were pierced by the heavy iron halberds of the Allied Shield Wall formation, a ratman finally bit through the carotid artery of the halberd-wielding soldier.

These fearless ratmen fully demonstrated their true numerical advantage. Even though the average level of the Allied Forces was higher than that of the ratmen, they could not gain the upper hand against this surging tide of ratmen.

All the ratmen seemed to have turned into killing machines, and the front-line soldiers' defenses appeared to be on the verge of collapse.

But this is precisely the moment the Night's Watch has been waiting for.

The black-armored knights emerged from the smoke of battle, their reverse-bladed swords slicing precisely into the throats of each dying ratman.

As a ratman convulsed on the tip of a halberd, taking its last breath, several Night Watchers' spelld daggers pierced its split skull. Pale green fragments of its soul vanished before they could even rise into the air.

A large number of night watchmen gathered on the front lines of the fight against the rats.

The other units of the coalition acted as auxiliary forces. They only killed the rats when necessary, and more often they resisted them and drove them away.

"Weaken them as much as possible, and let the Night's Watch finish them off!" the commanders shouted as they moved through the Allied ranks. Although the order had been given long ago, it still needed to be emphasized repeatedly so that everyone would understand.

The Night's Watch had all rushed to the front and launched a frenzied massacre.

Are you going to continue waiting?

Kana was not in a hurry when faced with the vicious rat.

For the two of them, the war below was a manifestation of their power.

In the current war, whoever is at a disadvantage will be more anxious, but the coalition forces will not easily fall into a disadvantageous position.

The evil rat god swung its tail fiercely, unleashing a powerful surge of energy.

A gentle breeze swept by, cleverly neutralizing the force. The remaining force flattened half the hill, exploding with a deafening roar.

The vicious rat remained silent, its blood-red eyes fixed on the battlefield below, its gaze falling on each of the ratmen who had been pierced.

Some unseen specks of soul light scattered from the ratman's body and surged into its body.

However, the number is far too small. The number of these soul points should have been several times, even ten times, greater. But now there are only a few scattered here and there.

Those soul flames that should have returned to the divine body were constantly extinguished in the Night Watch's slaughter.

Those powers did not return to the evil god, the Rat.

No, they have returned, but they have returned to where they truly belong—into the world, not to the control of this rat-man race's evil god.

The swarm of rats charged forward, stepping over a mountain of corpses that reached two-thirds the height of the city wall.

The Night's Watchmen were moving upstream along the cascading waterfall of rats, the torch emblems embroidered on their cloaks fluttering wildly in the bloody wind.

Every time the torch shines brightly, countless rat souls return to dust in silence.

In the entire rat extermination campaign, the Night's Watch actually eliminated a relatively small number of rats.

Because the number of Night's Watchmen is extremely limited.

Once the coalition forces reached a certain size, the main force actually used for rat extermination was mostly other guard units of the coalition forces.

After the Tower of Trials was established, the Night Watchmen's work was transformed into elite assault missions.

They primarily deal with elite commanders or generals among the ratmen, and more often with demons and apostles summoned by the sacrifices of the evil rats.

These enemies are far too powerful for ordinary Allied soldiers to handle; only the Night's Watch can deal with them.

This is why, during the rat extermination campaign after the Tower of Trials was built, the number of rats killed by the Night Watchmen began to decrease significantly.

Even though the Rat knew that the power and souls of the rats killed by the Night's Watch would return to the world, it originally thought that these were all within its own power and control, and that the souls of its ratmen should return to its own hands.

But who could have imagined that the Night's Watch would prioritize such high standards of rules amidst the carnage? (End of Chapter)