The game has become a real alternate world-Chapter 842 - 524: Break

A dull sound of the Abyssal Giant Drum came from deep within the Ratman army formation.

The Ratman commander stood on the back of a Giant Beast of War, shrieking, "Let our Giant Beasts crush that light, extinguish the blinding glare!"

With his command, the deafening sound of the drum echoed across the battlefield, heralding a sudden assault.

The ground trembled; something was coming.

With heavy footsteps, thirty Giant Rat War Beasts draped in decaying flesh armor charged out from the Ratman camp towards the enemy, trampling the light barrier, their exaggerated long jaws spewing streams of acid containing bone fragments.

Chronos, however, revealed a cold smile unique to serpents, as the Night Watchers, serving as the battlefield's intelligence providers, had anticipated all of the Ratmen's force deployments.

Nothing was unexpected; no enemy troop was unforeseen or without a prepared response.

The gemstone in the snake eye at the scepter's tip suddenly turned eastward—the Holy Knight Order, hidden among the corpse piles, removed their camouflaged grass, their shoulder-mounted Mirror Shields refracting the noonday sunlight into scorching Light Spears.

Those Giant Rat War Beasts, with evil crystals in their eye sockets, exploded under the intense light and began to stampede uncontrollably, trampling their own forces.

These rats, transformed into complete war machines, had long since lost their sanity and were controlled like machines by components provided by the Evil God.

"Everyone, get ready, fire!"

Led by Chronos, a massive multi-person combined magic attack was fully charged.

"Holy Star!"

Tens of thousands of platinum light arrows pierced through the collapsing evil shields.

Despite their size like galloping walls, even these Giant Beasts couldn't withstand such an attack, with more than half falling immediately, and the rest severely wounded.

"It's time for a counterattack! United Army, charge!"

...

At sunset, the information intelligence center of the command unit received two battle reports.

The Evil Altar carried by the Ratman Legion at Howling Wind Gorge was half destroyed in the raid, with about thirty percent of the Ratmen perishing, and a significant portion of their supplies was also destroyed; the feigned attack at Broken Blade Plain forced the Ratmen to focus entirely on the front, providing a seventy percent relief in pressure on the northern front.

The Hand of War rubbed his corroded left hand—a certain Alchemy Structure embedded in the severed fingers oozed pus, a scar from personally slaying an Evil God's Apostle on the main battlefield the previous night.

As a Tactical Master, one needs not just strategic acumen but also formidable power.

Fortunately, among the Night Watchers, with strategic acumen, formidable power doesn't require extraordinarily high talent.

Thus, the Tactical Master is an existence boasting both strength and intellect, naturally becoming a regional powerhouse.

The Evil God's Apostle was no longer an insurmountable adversary, and with the assistance of the Demon Hunter squad and several powerful and experienced Night Watcher squads, he successfully slew it.

Of course, the price must be paid.

Much like his current injury, it is the result of the corrosive power from the Plague Monarch, and even the Constitution of a Night Watcher couldn't prevent sustained harm.

The negative status is still present on his status screen.

But it doesn't matter; it's just short-term torment. Once the intensity of the battle here decreases slightly, the Night Watchers' medical team will naturally come to treat him.

The medical team among the Night Watchers has long developed various targeted methods and treatments against the injuries caused by the Evil God.

However, the severed finger cannot be restored, as Night Watchers currently lack the ability to regenerate limbs.

Nonetheless, an Alchemy Limb, almost indistinguishable from the original, is still feasible, and fortunately, the Hand of War has no qualms about Alchemy Prosthetics.

"Commander, would you like... to rest a bit?" The Snake-man officer looked at the Hand of War's injury and couldn't help but ask.

It didn't look like a minor injury; only the unique resilient Constitution of a Night Watcher allowed him to withstand it.

The Tactical Master shook his head, "Though it can't be healed for now, it doesn't matter." Saying this, he smiled at everyone present.

"This operation was exceptionally perfect; not only did we relieve the pressure from the enemy before us, but we also reduced the incoming reinforcements on the other side.

Let the Warriors below rest well; it's a rare opportunity."

...

The eastern coastal port of Lebia.

This was a medium-sized port occupied by the Ratmen, transformed into a major port during the over year-long occupation.

Though the port had turned into a Ratman-style dump, it was still usable.

Even though winter had silently retreated, the lingering cold wind continued to ravage the seaside, and the cold weather would take some time to warm up.

This morning, the white mist over the sea persisted.

Yet today, spots of firelight appeared within the mist.

The firelight grew more numerous, coming through the mist.

On the lighthouse at the harbor, a figure clad in a black robe shrouded himself entirely in the shadow, watching the spreading light spots within the mist.

"Have they finally arrived? Just in time."

Even as a Shadow Believer, he couldn't help but feel a bit relieved.

Those coming through the mist were the Chaos Barbarians, providing aid from a distant continent.

Reportedly, they encountered many troubles at sea. Despite some losses, they preserved the main forces and arrived here.

Moreover, their timing was quite timely, given the current intense battle situation where such reinforcement was desperately needed.

Though the Ratmen were numerous and could launch large-scale attacks against the enemies and severely destroy their cities and production facilities, the defense at the northern pass relied heavily on more substantial forces to act as a strong backbone.

The Chaos Barbarians, known for their frenzy and brute strength, were precisely such a sharp sword, and if blessed by the Godslayer, they would undoubtedly become the main breakthrough force.

He had long been anticipating this.

In his prayers, he could distinctly feel the urge in the oracle of the Great God he revered.

The impact of the flow of so many materials and personnel through the northern passage rendered the Great God he worshiped slightly anxious.

And from within the white mist, the first longship broke through, glimpsing the tattered dump.

At the bow stood the King of these Chaos Barbarians, the Barbarian King—Skullbreaker Tuck.

His immense frame stood at the bow, eyes glowing with a blood-red sheen, fixated on the destination ahead.

"What a wretched port, you can smell the stench even here.

Are we supposed to reinforce these weak and cowardly lot?"

Truth be told, he was somewhat disappointed.

The side needing assistance seemed to make him feel the enemies he was about to face might not be as formidable as he thought.