The game has become a real alternate world-Chapter 805 - 487: Plague

"Early in the morning, and there's no peace."

A Night Watcher Assassin pulled his short sword from the rat's neck.

He flung the rat's corpse from his hand, tossing it onto the nearby pile of bodies, waiting for it to turn into ash.

Next to it was the United Army's camp, where they were the changing shift of the patrol team. The night was truly the time when these rats were most active. Teams of various sizes had been trying to sneak in from different directions since dawn.

They even dug a tunnel underground, with a collapsed trace extending all the way to the third defensive line ahead.

As morning approached, the rats' harassment finally quieted down.

Fortunately, with the Night Watchers stationed here, just a few tight patrols were enough to ensure the safety around the camp.

And with the Night Watchers' blessing ability, lacking rest for a night wouldn't affect their performance the next day.

"Whoosh!"

A piercing sound slashed through the air.

The captain of this Night Watcher team looked up toward the sky.

Countless foul dark green spheres, composed of disgusting matter, arced from the rats' direction, crashing toward them.

It seems the rats hadn't stopped, only shifting from nighttime harassment to an offensive.

"Impatient, aren't they?" Sweet stood on the defense line, watching the incoming attack.

"Boom!"

From the second defense line previously occupied by the Night Watchers, there was a sound like a bombardment.

Fiery red fireballs blasted out from the barrels of more than a dozen alchemy cannons.

They shot straight toward the enemy's defensive line.

Many mages formed defensive shields with their magic power to block the dark green energy balls in the sky, which fell into the space between the two sides, turning into splattered patches of matter.

The stench of contagious germs wafted up.

"Disgusting, the Plague Monarch's stuff." A mage looked from a distance at the dark green balls as they hit the ground, feeling churned.

A colleague beside him couldn't help but tease: "I thought you were used to these things by now."

"Shut up, don't make me remember."

Saying that, he put on a gas mask and poured a vial of potion into his mouth before donning it.

His skillful movements showed it wasn't his first time doing this.

Apparently, he had dealt with these things multiple times in the past.

The other mages nearby took similar actions.

Over the years, the Night Watchers primarily dealt with the Four Gods, and undoubtedly, the Plague Monarch was the first evil god they encountered.

Or rather, Kana was the first to clash with this evil god.

Honestly, within the Night Watchers, there's no doubt the Plague Monarch ranks as the most detested.

Disgusting, ugly, troublesome.

These three words are perpetually associated with the Plague Monarch's followers.

After all, this evil god rarely engages in direct conflict with people, and after each encounter, one has to face foul, pus-covered creatures.

Moreover, they constantly release deadly germs in battle, which even affects Night Watchers and shows negative effects on their status panels.

For ordinary people, or those not blessed, it's even deadlier.

Sometimes, these plagues even infect crops and animals, making them hard to guard against, reaching the epitome of disgust.

Each time dealing with the Plague Monarch's descent rituals or similar evil god events is the most troublesome, requiring long-term cleanup to fully resolve.

Within the Night Watchers, there's even a collective department called the "Plague Laboratory," which sounds sinister but actually studies plagues and finds ways to eradicate them.

It's not an exaggeration to say that the Plague Monarch targets this research department.

The gas masks they're currently wearing were created by this department, including the potion they just drank.

These effectively prevent the plague, though excessive or close contact with the germs still results in infection.

In such cases, more complicated specialist treatment is required.

This war will inevitably involve the Plague Monarch's manipulations, so the Night Watchers prepared the necessary supplies early on.

Plagues and rats are an inevitable combination.

The damn Plague Monarch, according to intel, is the evil god most closely aligned with these rats.

Just thinking about such a combination makes one's scalp tingle; the rats must be exterminated.

Griffins flew in the sky.

They glided over the ground mess, dropping some fist-sized potion bottles from above.

The potion bottles shattered on the ground filth, turning into peculiar flames that began burning the filth.

With visible black-green smoke, the filth was entirely incinerated.

In the distance.

At the rats' defensive line.

The apostles of the many evil gods gathered atop a tower, watching the scene.

"Heh, it seems your foul power is useless,"

mocked a cult leader with a bare upper body holding two war axes, addressing another cultist.

"Shut your mouth, Butcher. How could your empty head comprehend the intricacy of my lord's power?"

retorted a cultist man wrapped in green robes, with bandages wound around his exposed skin that bore dark green stains.

A seductive woman nearby fanned her nose, looking at the two with disdain.

"Hey, Black Robe, what's the plan now? Your supposed mastery seems quite useless."

The black-robed figure she referred to had an unclear visage.

Only a hoarse and slightly aged voice was heard.

"A trivial matter, why dwell on it? As the arch-nemesis of my god, if they couldn't handle such things, how could they be considered a nemesis?"

A Shadow Believer asked gravely.

"Pretentious,"

the seductive woman remarked. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Who among the three wasn't aware?

Among the Four Gods, the one who detests the Night Watchers the most, even to the point of breaking down, is undoubtedly the master of Shadow.

After all, they always like to work silently from behind, orchestrating grand schemes at the final hour for the highest gains.

But in total, they've managed only a few grand schemes, always thwarted by the Night Watchers at the critical moment.

Just like this Lebia Continent affair.

According to their plan and operations, the presence of rats was supposed to overrun the entire continent.

By seizing this opportunity and uniting the power of the Four Gods, and with the aid of other evil gods, they succeeded in reviving the local evil rats.

After assisting them to hide, they planned to reveal them at the opportune moment to consume the continent, only to encounter Night Watchers arriving here.

They moved with such concealment that even the residents of the Lebia Continent itself didn't notice the massive number of rats hiding underground and in various rat nests, awaiting the moment.

The efforts of the Shadow Believers were evident.

Yet, again the Night Watchers.

They always appeared so timely.

This remotest, most distant continent from the Night Watchers just happened to be led by the Night Watchers' leader.

Though most cultists were active on other continents, diverting the Night Watchers' attention.

They even deliberately intensified the erosion, focusing the world's attention on external defenses.

But it was still futile.

That damned Prophet, the most accursed thing.