The game has become a real alternate world-Chapter 778 - 460: Seizing Power

"A bunch of bugs, like rotten mud."

Even Calvin, a well-educated mage, couldn’t help but curse aloud.

The meeting they were conducting at that moment was, naturally, about a full-scale attack.

Any aspect of the attack could bring more advantages to the operations of the United Army.

Every added chance of victory could provide greater assistance to their future strategy.

Previously, perhaps they were just helping the Green Land Kingdom relieve pressure, but this time they would go all out in a full offensive.

Only such an attack would be enough to make the rats at the front not dare to send more reinforcements to support the buffer zone.

After all, compared to intercepting the United Army at the buffer zone, this side of the defense line was undoubtedly the most important.

The buffer zone being breached would only weaken the advantages brought by their raid this year.

Once this real defense line was breached, the rats would truly have a headache.

But such actions were tantamount to suicide for some nobles in the city.

It’s equivalent to sacrificing their interests and even the safety of their lives; how could they agree?

Even if they understand in their hearts, this is for the greater good, for the chance to resist in the future.

But they simply couldn’t do it.

Thus the meeting fell into such arguments.

At this moment, the Combat Master standing beside spoke.

"The United Army from the Green Land Kingdom has already begun operations, and the main force of the United Army led by our leader Kana has reached the designated location.

The buffer zone battle will commence soon; we don’t have much time."

Upon hearing his words.

An elder with a rather dignified demeanor knocked on the table.

The originally quarreling military nobles, as well as the nobles rejecting this campaign on the other side, all shut their mouths.

Clearly, he had enough authority here.

"The attack you previously advocated, we indeed provided sufficient assistance.

That was already our limit, and now you want us to put everything on the line, which is unreasonable.

To be honest, we are merchants; the prosperity of this harbor was also due to generations of our efforts.

Asking us to gamble with centuries of our ancestors’ accumulation is unreasonable.

Even if it’s overrun, we have the ability, at least to preserve half our wealth and sail overseas."

After finishing this long passage, he coughed, evidently not feeling well.

After a moment of pause, he continued: "We all know, the advantage the rats gained in this raid is enough to make us despair.

And now, whether it’s dwarves, beastmen, humans, or those proud elves, as long as they’re not from this continent, the dispatched reinforcements are scant.

I admit your Night Watchers are indeed formidable, as if born for war. But your numbers are not large, aren’t they?

Compared to the rats, it’s not even a concept; truth be told, I cannot see the hope for victory."

Upon hearing this, the Combat Master looked at him coldly, unable to help but ridicule in his heart.

That’s because the Night Watchers had not focused their efforts here; previously, he was puzzled, but now he started to somewhat understand Kana’s initial strategy.

Being a Combat Master with the capability and potential, with hope of becoming a Tactical Master, he naturally had his own vision and ideas.

Regarding initially being sent here, yet the Night Watchers not focusing here, he was puzzled.

No matter how you think, holding the voice at Half Moon Harbor, then striking outwards, and seeking support from various forces is the simplest.

Though there are some inconvenient obstacles, once successful, the advantages are vast.

However, Kana and the Torch Council did not agree with this seemingly correct proposal.

Truth be told, he almost felt that his main role here was purely to stop this city from being conquered by the rats, at least.

Until Calvin’s arrival.

Although now he somewhat understands, understanding does not mean giving up.

If one doesn’t break through under such difficulties, how can one ascend to become a Tactical Master?

"Really shortsighted, it seems you no longer qualify to be allies." Calvin said.

"What do you want to do?"

"What are you saying?"

"Guard! Guard!"

The originally resistant nobles instantly became alert upon hearing these words, yelling loudly.

The Combat Master took a step forward and swung his hand.

A ball of flame was thrown, taking the shape of a torch.

"In the name of the world, you are considered traitors, the world will scorn and judge you.

The Night Watchers will become the blade of judgment, the final verdict!"

These words were akin to a declaration of war.

"How dare you do this! There are merchants and intelligence personnel from all over the world here, your actions will be despised by everyone!"

The elder stood up with his cane, roaring.

"The duty of the Night Watchers is to protect the world, to disperse the night that shrouds the world, using any means necessary.

You are just a bunch of traitors, half a foot into the camp of the Evil God."

A young Calvin, compared to a conservative elder, was much more radical.

His words were also more extreme.

Yet the Night Watchers are originally composed of a large number of young people.

"Guard, kill them!" The elder spoke.

Even those military nobles stood up, but they did not move recklessly.

These individuals did not want to abandon their homeland, they naturally understood how important the Night Watchers were.

If not for the Night Watchers, their efforts and the arrival of the mage unit, they had little hope of counterattacking.

But this action did not give them a heads-up.

For now, they retreated to observe the situation.

With the rebel nobles’ angry roars, the guards around them remained unmoved.

"What are you doing? Attack!"

A guard looked at the obese noble in front and, with an expression of disgust, drew his weapon.

"Right, kill them!"

However, the longsword was placed at his neck.

The noble widened his eyes in disbelief.

"You!"

Before he could finish his words, the sword’s blade swung.

Blood sprayed out.

These guards had long been members of the Night Watchers.

The scene turned chaotic, screams arose.

The sprayed blood did not directly shoot out, but instead gathered into sharp blades that flew.

Several figures emerged in the shadows, as if immediately appearing.

The sprayed blood pierced through all the shouting nobles, instantly draining their blood.

The spilled blood gathered into numerous sharp bladed tentacles, which waved fiercely around.

In an instant, the entire meeting venue was suppressed.

"Your action was too slow, I thought you would take action during the last meeting." Irina walked out of the shadows.

Dressed in the attire of a Night Watcher Judge, with several Night Watcher Judges following behind.

The management of other forces nearby, or the Commerce Association presidents, including those military nobles, observed these suddenly arriving Night Watchers, involuntarily swallowing their saliva.

Compared to the Night Watchers they had met, the aura emitted by this group of Night Watchers made them shudder.

Upon hearing Irina’s words, the Combat Master opened his mouth, but eventually only nodded silently.

Truthfully, he had no idea the Judges were here.

Within the Night Watchers, there was no one who did not fear the Judges.

However, the arrival of the Judges also meant that if he hadn’t made up his mind or hadn’t formulated such a strategy, the Judges might help him make such a decision.

It seemed that this was the leader’s intent.

This also meant that his actions were not wrong.

"Though a bit slow, the trial is complete.

Tactical Master — Metwell."