The game has become a real alternate world-Chapter 512 - 214: Void Rampage

Lubeck City Military Camp.

A Beastman patrol team is patrolling around the camp.

Leading the way is a Beastman resembling a leopard.

Behind him, other categories of Beastmen follow at a leisurely pace.

"Rarely this relaxed," a Werewolf beside him yawns.

"Indeed."

After all, they came to support, but even while patrolling, this is a safe area.

The camps of different racial forces are quite separate.

But they can still see each other’s camps.

A Beastman who looks like a hyena sniffs the air, then shakes his head in disgust.

"Disgusting Elf scent."

"Maybe an Elf just patrolled around here." The patrol Captain nods, indicating the area visible in front of them.

From there, the Elf tents are clearly visible.

"So lacking in etiquette." Three Elves step out from the shadows of the forest ahead.

The lead Elf glances at the Beastman who just spoke, and insults him unreservedly.

The Beastman Captain subtly waves his hand.

Leading his men, he continues on his predetermined route.

While walking, he says, "Hope you pointy ears die a little less this time; judging by your look, it’s not easy training soldiers."

Beastmen and Elves.

Whenever they encounter each other, it’s almost impossible to avoid some friction.

Compared to humans.

Elves and Beastmen have indeed had all-out wars.

Although those wars have long passed.

The conflict between them still persists to this day.

Moreover, there are still many Elves on the Beastmen’s continent, so both sides know each other well.

Perhaps because both sides have grown accustomed to each other’s attitudes.

These verbal frictions seem to be nothing worthy of concern.

As the Beastman patrol team continues walking, they arrive near the Dwarves’ camp.

They happen upon a patrol team of Dwarves, sitting under a slope, drinking and laughing.

"Yo!" The Beastman leader greets them.

"Haha, Betol, you’re patrolling today, want a drink?"

"Haha, almost dawn. Sure, why not."

The two patrol teams temporarily gather together, chatting and drinking as they go.

Drinking isn’t allowed in the military, except perhaps in some rare human forces.

By the time the sky seems to brighten a bit.

The Beastman patrol team sways slightly and stands up.

After bidding farewell to the Dwarves, they head back to their camp. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Following the necessary route, they circle toward the direction near the city walls.

"Am I drunk?" The lead Beastman Captain asks, puzzled.

"Already drunk from this little?" A team member behind him asks directly.

The Captain shakes his head, pointing into the distance.

"Is there purple light over there?"

"Hmm?"

"Seems like there is."

A moment of clarity brings the slightly dazed group back; they exchange looks and tighten their grip on their weapons.

Instantly dispersing.

Holding weapons, they approach cautiously.

A faint purple light appears at a distance, which may not be a good omen.

As they continue getting closer.

"There’s a smell of blood," the Werewolf sniffs the air and says.

"There’s Magic Power concealing it," the Leopard Captain frowns.

When they reach the source of the light.

They see several figures.

Purple light twists in the air, like vibrant darkness.

Looking at it is somewhat dizzying.

Yet the Beastman patrol team remains alert, gripping weapons, quickly surrounding the light.

"Who are you?!" The Captain demands.

A Beastman team member seems to notice something, and loudly says, "Wait, something’s off."

The Beastmen look closely.

In the twisted glow, those standing figures are covered in crystals.

Purple crystals embed in their bodies, seemingly fusing with their flesh, emitting a faint purple glow.

This faint purple glow captivates the heart.

For a moment, the surrounding Beastmen seem frozen.

And the remaining person slightly sways, arms trembling, then somehow, plunges something from his left hand into his own body.

The surface crystals rapidly expand.

The person about to be consumed by crystals turns back with a savage face toward the Beastmen.

"What beautiful light!"

This voice and the enemy’s movement makes the slightly confused Beastman Captain snap back to reality.

He suddenly widens his eyes, shakes his head violently.

Realizing the abnormality just as he regains clarity.

Seeing already entranced team members, he kicks the nearby Werewolf without hesitation.

"Something big is wrong! Send a signal!"

The Werewolf kicked awake stares in confusion.

Wobbling, inspecting the surroundings.

"Crack!"

A piercing sound of shattering echoes in their ears.

They look to the bright area in the center.

The sound comes precisely from there.

"Awooo!"

A wolf’s howl pierces the night sky.

It also awakens everyone in the camp, just before dawn.

At that moment in the Beastman camp.

The instant they hear the wolf howl, many sleeping Werewolf soldiers abruptly open their eyes, ears perked.

Jumping out of bed without hesitation, waking all their tent mates.