The Rat Nest Metropolis.

The towering Garbage Black Tower still stands as the most conspicuous landmark here.

In the sky, the tungsten-green Chaos Cloud spirals slowly around the tower’s peak.

The chaotic Magic Power gathers continuously in this Chaos Cloud, making the entire Garbage Spire emit a dark green eerie glow.

Centered around the spire, buildings formed by heaps of garbage and various abandoned structures densely cluster and spread outward.

Countless Sharp-eared Rat People busily scurry around in this Land of Chaos. They move in troops, sometimes climbing, sometimes leaping.

Some are responsible for transporting the young, some are focused on nurturing the young, while others train them.

Moreover, they conduct cruel experiments on these young ones, trying to induce strange mutations and polluting them with Evil Magic Power.

Every day, there are many newly born Ratmen here, but likewise, every day, many Ratman younglings perish.

Those dead younglings are used as food to nourish and breed the next generation.

And within the spire, the Ratman Clan Council is in tense session.

This is an emergency meeting, with Ratmen representing various clans gathered here, fiercely debating and arguing.

"We’re doomed! Quick, pull back my troops, we urgently need to reinforce the rear defenses!"

"Help us! Our clan is on the verge of destruction!"

"The Evil Rat sends orders; we have to deploy more troops to the rear for defense. The United Army is attacking from behind!"

Such arguments rise and fall, never ceasing.

At the root of it all is the sudden emergence of a massive army after the Eye of the Storm dispersed.

At this moment, that army is landing ashore.

Their images on the sea, through the Evil Rat and via the Eye of the Evil God, are transmitted into the eyes of every believer.

They witness firsthand the massive scale of this army, its elite formation, and those Alchemy Weapons they can’t begin to understand.

Though they’re unclear about the exact function of these Alchemy Weapons, they know in their hearts that these weapons must be formidable against rats.

After all, the Night Watchers have been sporadically testing various Alchemy Weapons on the battlefield for several years. Now, who knows what confounding weapons the Night Watchers have equipped?

"No way, there are so many United Army troops at the front line, if we redeploy them to the rear, we’ll be completely doomed!"

Some Ratmen vehemently oppose this.

The reason being, their clans are not situated in the rear.

"We’re finished, we’re beyond saving!" 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Some Ratmen are starting to shout wildly in desperation.

They simply can’t bear the current situation of having no countermeasure, the helpless feeling of sitting ducks rushing at them like a tidal wave.

This is an enormous pressure the rats simply cannot endure.

Because they have no clue how to escape, and the United Army will never give them any chance to flee.

The United Army’s approach to rats has always been extermination, leaving none alive.

Just like the ruthless methods rats used against other intelligent races when stirring up Chaos.

"Evil Rat, save us!"

Some Ratmen desperately kneel, raising their heads sincerely praying to the top of the spire.

Mysteriously, a connection born from soul and bloodline conveys over.

That is the gaze of the Evil Rat.

In an instant, all rats close their mouths, trembling as they crouch on the ground.

"Go forth and fight, dedicate your lives, give everything you have. Your souls will return to my body, and you will become part of me. I will lead you into a new era.

The new era belongs to the rats, to us, the Rat People!"

Logically, such words should not motivate the rats, might even dampen their spirit.

But for these Ratmen, it has an infectiously strong impact.

This voice that stirs deep within the soul, as if igniting and trembling their very spirits.

"Yes, we are willing to give everything for you!"

The priests of the Evil Rat fervently responded.

The Evil Rat is an Evil God, but also the deity worshipped by the rat race.

For the sinister Sharp-eared Rat People, it is virtually the supreme being.

Only those rats that believe in other Evil Gods can barely retain a sliver of rationality in such situations.

But even so, they are still willing to give their all for the Evil Rat.

This act of giving, which normally defies rat nature, is now vividly playing out in the Rat Nest Metropolis.

...

##The situation on the Northeast Coast of Lebia Continent

Lebia Continent, Northeast Coast.

One after another, massive warships charge onto the beach like formidable Giant Beasts, their colossal hulls crashing heavily onto the sand.

Large units of the United Army disembark in an orderly manner from the ships.

Once everyone exits, the ships disassemble into components to rapidly construct on the shore.

In a short time, a port is swiftly established; more warships in the rear repeat this process.

Docking, transporting, disassembling proceed systematically.

In the sky, clusters of shadows drift by.

These are Floating Fortresses, hovering silently in the air, exerting immense pressure.

Soon, a steel fortress rises abruptly from the ground.

Before the rats had time to react, it already stands resolute on the earth.

A large number of Night Watchers begin to gather here.

Within one of the largest Floating Fortresses, in a vast meeting room, the primary commanders of this attack have assembled.

The chief commander for this front’s main assault is Blake’s father—Ichard.

Throughout the entire Ratman War, Ichard has almost never revealed himself.

He has been stationed in the direction of the Eastern Wilderness, handling affairs there.

A year ago, he secretly arrived here, meticulously preparing for the task at hand.

In the meeting room, besides Ichard, there is also Getai, who rushed from Lurik.

And Sergio, participating in war for the first time since becoming Legendary, along with the Elves’ representative, Maxim.

This time, Maxim has quietly transcended to the Legendary Realm, reaching Level Eleven.

As a Master of Three Elements, even before joining the Night Watchers, his Level was quite high. He ascended to Legend through diligent Magic research, one step at a time.

Therefore, he is a relatively traditional Legendary Mage.

Traditional to the extent that he merely employs various high-power Spells for bombardment.

After all, he is a Master of Three Elements.

"The front line has already placed immense pressure on the rats, and now their rear is in a vacuum state.

Our next step is to give it all we have to pierce through their rear defense line, penetrating straight into their core territory."

This strategy was preformulated.

Maxim silently gazed at the ceiling, seemingly deep in thought.

"Feels like many eyes are watching here."

Hearing this, Sergio bursts out laughing on the side: "Who would have thought? The United Army could hide such a large force on the sea, silently and unseen, even Shadows were kept in the dark."

Their hidden means were not unfathomable, but they cleverly utilized natural conditions for concealment.

Along with seamlessly hidden troops, and various weapons that had been discreetly concealed from the start.

Plus, the Night Watchers’ inherently advanced Space Equipment aided them.

All of this ensured that this hidden force was never discovered.

Watching over them wasn’t just the Evil God in the sky.

Even many Legendary figures didn’t anticipate that the Night Watchers had such a force concealed.