The frontline of the Bruckal Field.

The United Army secured a resounding victory in their first assault.

The news of victory quickly spread across various battlefronts through the Night Watcher's internal channels, greatly boosting the morale of all United Army soldiers.

Meanwhile, the news of frontline defeat quietly spread within the rats' defenses.

The rats had been meticulously preparing their defenses and amassing significant forces.

However, facing the United Army's assault, one of their frontline fortresses was breached in the blink of an eye.

Although the rats' defenses were not just composed of one or two fortresses, this setback had already dealt a heavy blow to their morale.

For other troops, such setbacks might still be bearable, but for the rats, a hit to morale is often fatal.

It must be said, the United Army's first strategic goal was already achieved.

The City of Glory battlefield.

Inside the camp.

Upon hearing the news, Abis smiled and couldn't help but exclaim: "Raelia and her team move swiftly indeed, what an uplifting news of victory."

Alicia asked beside her: "Since the frontal battlefield has already launched an attack, shouldn't we also move soon?"

After all, among the five battlefronts, it's impossible for only the main battlefield to launch an offensive; the other fronts should follow promptly, or else it would be hard to exert effective pressure on the rats' overall defenses.

All commanders had tacitly agreed to apply pressure tactics on the rats.

The key to warfare is not about occupying a specific city; breaking through the defense line isn't absolutely necessary, but pressing on the rats' will is of paramount importance.

This allows the United Army's assaults on the enemy's defenses to be much easier, a valuable experience gained from long-term battles with the rats.

Hearing this, Abis couldn't help but sigh again.

"Things aren't that simple on our side."

Each battlefield has its unique challenges.

The frontal battlefield relied on the sheer number of people, and the same went for both sides.

It was a contest of logistics and troop strength, a war of attrition, involving many bastions along a long line of defense.

On the City of Glory battlefield they were on, without any surprise, it would be a contest of combat quality.

The chaos-concentrated magic power in the sky, and the numerous erected altars, already indicated this.

"There's no time to waste, the news of their defeat must have spread within the rats by now, and they're at their lowest morale, so let's act now!"

After Abis gave the order, the entire camp immediately began preparations for battle.

They had been planning for this moment for a long time, and soon everything was ready, poised to set out.

The main force began assembling, steadily advancing towards the opponent's city walls.

Because here is the City of Glory battlefield, and this war was essentially a fierce battle for this once glorious city.

The primary goal was to seize a portion of the city's vast area, using it as a foothold to gradually advance inward.

This offensive strategy was dictated by the unique urban structure of the City of Glory.

Though called the City of Glory, it's not a single city, but a thicket of numerous cities.

Due to a unique historical background and various complex factors, it formed the current situation.

The city outskirts are encircled by a thick wall; the interior also has intricate walls and enclosed cities.

The entire city is fragmented, surrounded by satellite cities, villages, fortresses, and bastions, making large-scale warfare in this area almost impossible; small-scale skirmishes will erupt at any of the divided battle zones at any time.

On the foremost fortress watchtower.

A rat clad in a black robe, wielding a bone-crafted Magic Staff, let out a sinister laugh.

"They're here, and we won't be breached easily like those fools. This will be the United Army's grave; their blood and flesh will be buried here as offerings to the great existence."

The rat ranted maniacally, its voice becoming increasingly sharp and piercing.

"Don't forget the Evil Rat's goal," the Rat Priest reminded.

"Heh heh, I won't forget; our god has promised that his Apostle will descend here."

As they spoke, a massive Magic Bullet traced an arc, whistling towards their city wall.

"Such extravagant folks," the black-robed rat grumbled, waving its bone staff to raise a Magic Barrier.

The Magic Bullet struck the barrier, causing the mixed magic power to explode instantly.

The hidden golden light within the bullet burst forth, sacred flames flew out like meteors in all directions.

Facing the scattering golden flames, the black-robed rat showed no care, letting them wreak havoc on the city walls.

Screams of the rats echoed from the city walls.

Burning in flames, the rats shrieked and struggled wildly on the walls.

"You just watch?" the Rat Priest asked.

The black-robed rat sneered, unleashing magic power, causing those burning rats to all drop dead instantly.

As the rats died, their flames inexplicably extinguished, and their bodies turned into thick blood, merging together, slowly forming into a giant flesh-and-blood golem made from various rat parts and heads.

"See, compared to those weak and filthy rodents, creations like this are way more valuable," the Rat Priest said no more. In the past, he would surely have stopped it, but now that the war had started.

More and more Magic Bullets rained down like a storm.

There were also various specially designed catapults, hurling ammunition like money was no object, accompanied by a dense rain of arrows.

After intercepting a few times, the two rats directly gave up resistance, casting shields on themselves, standing motionless on the city wall.

These attacks struck the walls unimpeded, falling among the rat horde inside the fortress.

Large masses of rats perished in the attacks.

But this was exactly what the black-robed rat wished to see.

Under the manipulation of its magic power, a massive Magic Array gradually formed on the ground of the entire fortress.

The foul power attracted the gathered magic power from the sky.

The Chaos Magic Power in this area was so dense that it almost repelled regular magic power completely.

In such an environment, these evil rituals could easily be completed.

The rats' flesh and blood continuously merged and fused.

Giant flesh-and-blood golems rose up from the ground, one after another.

A large number of unsuccessful products didn't dissipate; the melted flesh clung to the city walls, entwining the watchtower.

The walls were filled with shattered rat heads, deformed claws, and flailing tentacles.

Amid the swiftly advancing United Army.

Abis witnessed this.

"Indeed, the establishment of numerous altars makes the success rate of these evil rituals almost one hundred percent, easily summoning these monsters."

Beside her, Alicia, watching the Holy Fire burning in her hand, said with a grim expression: "Even the power of the Holy Light is being severely suppressed here."