Chapter 1029: Chapter 710: Souls Return to Souls, Bodies Return to Dust

Suspended in the air, Number One.

It calmly lifted its paw and swung it downward.

A certain power was born from the souls of the Ratmen.

In an instant, all the Ratmen’s pupils turned blood-red, and sharp squeaking erupted throughout the battlefield. All the rat swarms became agitated and restless.

"Let these hypocrites witness your malice!" the Evil Rat shouted loudly.

Saying this, its tail behind it swung forcefully.

Darkness descended.

The once bright sky was instantly covered by a black curtain, the sun vanished, and a full moon slowly rose into the sky.

Seeing this scene, Kana raised his head slightly.

This wasn’t truly breaking the world’s normal cycle but a demonstration of power.

This was the Rat Nest, with the central black spire as the origin, radiating a hundred kilometers outward, all shrouded by this nighttime space.

Rats are undoubtedly nocturnal creatures, and so are the Ratmen evolved from them.

The night is their true battlefield. And this Evil Rat God possesses the power to bring forth darkness.

In an instant, a hundred-kilometer radius plunged into night.

Such a wondrous sight appearing on a not-yet-complete God was proof enough of its Evil God essence.

Like a tide of stench, the rat swarms surged fiercely toward the iron defense line.

In Blake’s eyes, the Ratmen nest thirty miles away was emptying, millions of gray-brown bodies rolling and writhing on the scorched earth.

Their sharp claws refracted a sickly phosphorus glow under the moonlight.

When these Ratmen were influenced by the Evil Rat’s power, the piercing shrieks that echoed through the clouds caused all Ratmen devouring their kind’s corpses to suddenly stiffen.

Their spines cracked step by step, arching backwards—the original cowardice in their cloudy eyes burned away by crimson flames.

This blessing from an external force covered the entire rat swarm.

No.

Not just the rat swarm.

This power was more straightforward, evil, and corrupt, with a tendency to spread. Everyone in the United Army also received this power’s blessing.

The only one who would do such a thing is the Blood God.

He unsurprisingly cast his gaze on this battlefield and also scattered his own power, adding a bloody flame to this war’s conclusion.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

The piercing mouse calls surged like waves, one after another.

"Mice, the Evil Rat is watching!"

"For the mice, charge!"

All the mice, at that moment, directly abandoned defense.

The walls that once blocked the United Army now instead seemed like a dam blocking a water source.

And now, the dam broke.

The mice, like a flood breaking the banks, swept toward the United Army.

"They’re actually attacking actively... Everyone! Prepare!"

Moreover, from that tidal wave of rat swarms, a large number of rats burst out of the nest, swarming toward the front and rear defense lines.

Defense? No. When the Evil Rat had to reveal itself and face Kana, defense lost its meaning.

At this moment, for all Ratmen, there was only attack, only death, only the offering of everything they had.

The first tide of flesh collided with the spiked chevaux-de-frise, and three Ratmen corpses happened to block the crossbow cannon’s firing port.

The living that followed stepped on the bloated intestines of their companions, leaped into the trenches. Their fur, drenched in boiling oil, rolled into ammunition piles with burning bodies.

The United Army’s shield wall’s black iron halberds, after piercing countless rat bodies, finally had a Ratman bite through the jugular of a halberd-wielding soldier.

These fearless Ratmen fully demonstrated their numerical advantage. Even though the United Army’s average level was higher than the Ratmen, they temporarily couldn’t gain the upper hand in the face of this tidal wave of Ratmen.

All the Ratmen seemed to become killing machines, and the frontline soldiers’ defense seemed to be tottering on the brink of collapse.

But this was precisely the moment the Night Watchers were waiting for.

Black Armored Knights emerged from the smoke, the silver arcs from their Reverse Blade Knives precisely cutting into the throats of each dying Ratman.

When a certain Ratman trembled and breathed his last on the halberd’s tip, some Night Patrol daggers were already stabbed into its cracked skull. The faint green soul fragments dissipated before they even rose.

A large number of Night Watchers gathered on the front line against the rats.

And the other divisions of the United Army acted as auxiliary forces. They would only kill rats when necessary, mostly resisting and driving them away.

"Weaken them as much as possible, let the Night Watchers end their lives!" Commanders shouted loudly among the United Army ranks. Although this order had been long issued, it still needed to be repeatedly emphasized to ensure everyone clearly understood.

And the Night Watchers had all rushed to the front, unleashing a frenzy of slaughter.

"Are you still waiting?"

Facing the Evil Rat, Kana remained unhurried.

For both of them, the war below was a manifestation of their power.

In the current war, whoever fell into disadvantage would become more anxious, but the United Army wouldn’t easily fall into disadvantage.

The Evil Rat God’s tail swept fiercely, releasing a strong power impact.

A gentle breeze passed by, skillfully neutralizing this power. The remaining force flattened half a hill, detonating with a rumble.

The Evil Rat said nothing, its blood-red eyes fixed on the battlefield below, gaze falling on every skewered Ratman.

Some invisible soul sparks scattered from the Ratmen, flowing into its body.

However, the quantity was too little. These soul sparks should’ve been several times, even ten times more. Now there were only a few scattered around.

The soul fire that was supposed to return to the God body kept getting extinguished by the Night Watchers’ slaughter.

Those powers didn’t return to the Evil Rat God’s hands.

No, they returned, but to where they truly belonged—in the world, not under the control of this Ratman race’s Evil God.

The rat swarm, stepping on a mountain of corpses two-thirds the height of the city wall, launched a charge.

And the Night Watchers flowed against the tide of rats like a blood waterfall, their cloaks embroidered with the torch emblem flaring in the bloody wind.

With each flicker of the torch, thousands of rat souls returned to dust in silence.

In the entire rat extermination war, the number of rats eliminated by the Night Watchers wasn’t actually many.

Because the Night Watchers’ numbers were extremely limited.

Once the United Army scaled, the main forces for rat extermination were primarily other United Army guards.

The Night Watchers’ role shifted to elite strike missions after the Tower of Trial was established.

They mainly dealt with the elite commanders or generals among the Ratmen, often confronting the demons and apostles summoned by the Evil Rat’s sacrifices.

The strength of these enemies was beyond what ordinary United Army soldiers could handle, only left to the Night Watchers to resolve.

Because of this, after the trial tower was built, the number of rats killed by the Night Watchers greatly decreased.

Even if the Evil Rat knew that the rats killed by the Night Watchers would have their power and souls return to the world, it initially thought these were all within its power’s control, believing the souls of its subordinate Ratmen would return to its hands.

But who would’ve thought the rules the Night Watchers followed in slaying had such high priority.