"We can’t hold them off any longer, damn it, we’re running out of rats!" squeaked the Rat General anxiously.

As the leaders of the rat clan, they had long prepared to pay a huge price, with the single goal of stalling the advance of the United Army.

However, less than two months into the war, their defenses were already fraught with issues.

The Iron Thorn Battlefield, once regarded as the most formidable meat grinder, was the first to be breached.

Seduced by the Blood God, a large amount of the rat clan’s elite forces were forcibly transferred here, engaging in that bloody slaughter, ultimately meeting their end.

Though they inflicted some casualties on the enemy, the Iron Thorn Battlefield was nonetheless the first to fall.

Subsequently, the supposedly impregnable Plague Mountain defenses also unexpectedly encountered problems.

Now, their frontline is on the verge of collapse under pressure from all sides. Although it has not been breached immediately, it is clearly at a disadvantage.

For the rat clan, once they fall into a disadvantage, it usually marks the beginning of failure and could trigger a chain reaction on other battlefields.

But the problem is, they’ve only stalled for two months, which is far from enough.

"Evil rats, I still need more time," mused the Rat General.

At this moment, the rat in a black robe next to him had some movement.

"The enemy’s general has entered the battlefield."

"General? Hasn’t he always been on the battlefield?"

"He’s on the frontline," the black-robed rat continued after obtaining accurate intelligence, "The soldiers of the United Army are exhausted, this war has wearied their bodies and minds."

"What? Is your God willing to exert power to assassinate this general?" the Evil Rat Priest asked softly from the side.

The black-robed rat merely chuckled, thinking: it’s not that easy.

"You mean, their general personally enters the battlefield, hoping to boost morale with a victory?" asked the Rat General.

"Perhaps."

This might be an opportunity, though it might not turn the tide, perhaps it could buy them more time. After all, that had been their goal from the beginning.

"Gather the army, we need a victory, even if it’s a small one," the Rat General declared with a clear objective.

...

Sawtooth Fortress is a crucial node in the defensive line.

Blake led the main force here, with Raelia by his side.

"Honestly, how did you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Become legendary! Did you just sit in the tent giving orders and level up? Is that also a way to comprehend power?" Raelia asked curiously.

Previously, she hadn’t noticed that Blake had already advanced to become a legendary warrior, not even detecting any signs.

Just like her sister, Abis, who inexplicably took a nap and became legendary.

"Everyone walks a different path, and their understanding of power varies, so the way they advance naturally differs," Blake explained.

Nearby, a scholar was meticulously recording.

Whenever a Night Watcher advanced to become legendary, such records would be made. Because Kana discovered that the way Night Watchers became legendary differed somewhat from how the local residents did.

Local residents rely on day-to-day training and their own talents, slowly honing and deepening their control over power.

When they reach a level similar to Level Ten, their deep control of power reaches a certain standard.

At this point, as long as they seize a certain opportunity, they can advance to become legendary.

Those who don’t have this capacity find it difficult to reach their power limits.

Therefore, those able to reach the limit of Level Ten are mostly talented enough to potentially become legendary.

But not so for the Night Watchers.

Among them, there are no so-called talented individuals; they only need enough intruders to reach max level, hitting their power limits.

Upon reaching the limit, they then delve back to understand and master their acquired power.

They do not progress step by step, but rather explore opportunistically from top to bottom.

This approach leads to obvious issues in the mastery and development of power. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Due to their skills, many would revolve around their favorite skill for core development and expansion, creating various unique uses or integrating other skill effects, gradually mastering power and advancing to legendary in the process.

Thus, all sorts of strange power usage ways emerged.

So far, none of those advancing to legendary within the Night Watchers have traveled the conventional path.

The conventional path usually refers to understanding and utilizing magic, warrior powers, or Holy Light.

But on the side of the Night Watchers, Raelia relied on her anger and soul’s flame; Abis by stealing high-level power.

Sergio relies on forging, yes, he even considers people as iron to be wrought.

And now Blake.

Blake raised high a banner that suddenly appeared in his hands, emblazoned with the Night Watcher’s emblem.

As power continuously poured in, the banner flapped and flew in the wind.

Power spread outwards in the form of an aura, and the soldiers around all sensed the surging power.

Indeed, Blake’s legendary power is the aura.

He can disseminate various types of power as an aura, thereby strengthening the group. This also incorporated his unique understanding of the Holy Light.

Though the Holy Light is familiar with magic for boosting status, employing it like Blake, and advancing to legendary with it, is indeed rare.

"Prepare to siege!"

"Fire!"

Various siege weapons launched attacks. These attacks too burned with a variety of powers. Blake’s aura could attach to all allied attacks comprehensively.

"Now, charge!" shouted Blake, as various aura powers spread outward.

All the charging soldiers clearly felt themselves becoming stronger. This sudden power boost created an illusion of invincibility.

After all, power is the source of courage and confidence.

At this moment, their previously low morale was greatly lifted, and the seemingly formidable fortress ahead no longer seemed so daunting.

"It’s not enough, this level of boost is insufficient to breach the fortress and achieve a decisive victory," Blake murmured.

Suddenly, as if he had an idea, he closed his eyes on the battlefield.

Raelia seemed to sense something strange, slightly raised her head to gaze at the sky.

Not just her, but atop the rat’s walls, both the Evil Rat Priest and the black-robed rat, coincidentally also looked to the sky.

"Whoosh!"

A meteor streaked across the sky, plummeting straight toward Blake’s location.

As the brilliance and dust gradually cleared, Blake was already holding up a long cross spear radiant with light.

"The Savior watches over us, Kana is with us!"

Blake’s power transmitted through the holy spear, illuminating everyone’s bodies with the mark of a glorious cross, their weapons now imbued with a holy pure white force.

It was as though nothing evil could withstand this force.

"It can be used like this?" Raelia watched, dumbfounded.