Bruckal Field.

Among the five lines of attack against the rats, this is the most crucial position, the core of the rats' frontal defense.

A large number of rats are stockpiled here. The wind over the field, carrying the stench of rot and blood, sweeps across the charred land.

On the horizon, the fortresses built by the Ratmen from bones and rotten wood stand like festering sores, barely standing there.

Even so, some details still reveal that these places, now piled with garbage, were once fortresses meticulously built by humans.

This field originally belonged to a certain country.

Due to ongoing conflicts with neighboring countries, this nation had built many lines of defense and fortress groups on this broad, unguardable field.

However, when rats suddenly erupted from within their country, these lines of defense originally meant for other nations, instantly lost their purpose and instead, became obstacles preventing them from returning home.

Those dark red Evil God Runes squirm uneasily in the gaps of the city walls, emitting sharp hissing sounds, as if whispering wicked secrets. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

In the sky, the thick clouds are corroded by Chaos Magic, appearing filthy and oppressive.

And on the other side of the field, the flags of the alliance spread out like a prairie fire.

The faded green-scaled flag of the Snake-men, the Silver Sun Banner of the Holy Light Church, the Night Watchers' Black Torch Banner, intertwine in the wind, as if countless hands tightly gripping the belief in vengeance, fluttering fiercely.

Here is the war camp for the frontal assault.

The camp covers an expansive area, composed of various large and small camp areas, stretching endlessly to the horizon.

Different tactical units and combat divisions are stationed in each camp area.

At the forefront is the main camp of the entire attack line, massive in scale, looking like a small city has developed.

In fact, it is.

After all, during the truce, this has always been the main frontline battle ground.

Therefore, the construction here never stopped, stockpiling all sorts of materials and wartime equipment.

The camp is bustling, the uproar of voices overwhelming the ever-rising howls of the rat hordes.

Snake-man Warriors hold poisoned bone spears, picking up bundles of arrows.

The poison dripping from the spear tips instantly corrodes small pits on the ground, emitting a pungent green smoke.

Don't think only rats use poison; these Snake-men are also masters of poison use.

In the past, the Snake-men were the finest rat-catching teams.

But, the rat plague erupted too violently, the tidal wave of rats inflicting painful humiliation upon the Snake-men, who were ultimately unable to withstand the overwhelming rat tide.

The camp sees a rare appearance of many members of the Holy Light Church.

Apprentices of the Holy Light Priests sit neatly on the Rune Carpet, carefully grinding Light Crystal Stones into powder, then pour it into Holy Water Bottles, shaking gently.

When the potion boils, the golden foam burst in mid-air, turning into countless tiny light butterflies, flying towards the festering wounds of the injured.

This special potion, made according to the power and experience of the Holy Light, combined with the pharmaceutical techniques of the Night Watchers.

It has remarkable healing effects against injuries tainted by the power of the Evil God brought by rat attacks.

"Don't waste a drop!"

An old Alchemist, face covered with soot, roars loudly, forcefully pouring a cauldron of boiling crimson potion onto the Blacksmith table.

This cauldron of potion is a Healing Potion brewed with Bloodsucking Vine and Dragon Lizard Gall.

Blacksmith apprentices busily pack the potion-soaked arrowheads into Snake Skin Quivers.

In theory, these weapons are more suited to be forged in Ring Tower City.

But with so many troops gathered, the logistical pressure is immense.

The Night Watchers have no choice but to allocate large transport resources to convey various logistical supplies.

Such high-demand ammunition must be forged and stockpiled on site.

After all, compared to forging it in Ring Tower City and then transporting it here, this is much easier.

Moreover, these Night Watchers' blacksmith apprentices are not lacking in strength.

Thanks to their datafication bodies, they possess endless energy, able to forge day and night without stopping.

Though it may seem like intense exploitation, everyone understands the importance of this war, there is no room for the slightest negligence.

Raelia strode forward, her horse's hooves heavily cracking the soil beneath.

She carried a rune giant heavy halberd, twice the height of an average person, with Holy Light Stones embedded in the hilt buzzing with her steps.

"Move aside! Do you want to become Ratman bait? Seriously, where's the discipline?"

She shouted at the Snake-man recruits blocking the passage.

After all, she was holding a newly crafted weapon; it would be troublesome if it accidentally got scratched or damaged.

This giant heavy halberd was specially prepared by her for clearing rats on the battlefield.

Past experience taught her that using just a long spear to clear rats was far less efficient than sweeping with this heavy halberd.

The last time she ambushed a rat transport unit, she reaped countless rat lives with this halberd, and since then, she had fallen in love with this kind of weapon.

The young Snake-man warriors hurriedly stepped aside, yet couldn't help but sneak peeks at the cracks on her armor.

They were three deep claw marks, black and purple at the edges, showing signs of poisonous corrosion.

However, she merely wrapped the wounds hastily with bandages, as if it were just a minor insect bite.

After all, such injuries were all too common in war.

And they weren't the only ones with strong legendary figures; the rats also had plenty of individuals comparable to legends stockpiled.

But for Raelia, such injuries were nothing at all.

This is the unique charm brought by a datafied body.

As Raelia walked through the camp, she observed the overall situation.

She could sense that the war was about to break out, with more and more troops gathering here, and consequently, the rats seemed to grow increasingly restless.

At the central command tent, the highest commander, Blake, was intently gazing at the sandtable.

Under the cloak he wore, glimpses of black heavy armor could be seen.

Suspend at his waist were a series of small flags, with remnants of bloodstains in the shape of ancient runes exuding a mysterious aura.

On the sandtable, the miniature terrain of Bruckal Field was fragmented by the models of Ratman fortresses, while the red flags representing the allied forces densely populated the outer area.

"Raelia."

Without raising his head, Blake spoke directly, his voice stripped of its usual gentleness, leaving only sternness.

"Go tell the Holy Light Church that if their 'Exorcism Prayer' isn't inscribed on the blast magic stone before sunset, I'll use their Holy Scriptures as firewood to burn down the rats' catapults."

The Holy Knight in the tent rolled his eyes hearing this.

Raelia couldn't help but snort, though her laughter was soon drowned out by a sudden burst of cheers.

"What's happening outside?" Blake asked.

Raelia turned and walked out of the tent.

She saw a squad of Snake-man laborers hauling a giant beast of burden slowly forward, with a crossbow cannon the size of a siege hammer mounted on its back.

To her surprise, the frame of the crossbow cannon was made from a complete Sea Demon spine, with luminous vines twining around it, being activated by a Holy Light Priest's spell.

The beast's breath was heavy with the scent of Moon Thorn Grass.

Moon Thorn Grass is a magic potion that temporarily enhances vision; Snake-man archers had long been impatiently crowding around the beast, eager to grab the herb scraps laced with potion.

These were highly valued pharmaceutical materials at the camp, with every drop and gram cherished by the alchemists.

After all, these materials could one day become the key to saving their lives, and they couldn't afford to be careless.

"Calm down, you big fellow!"

Raelia stepped closer, gently patting the giant beast of burden.

With her excellent beast taming skills, she quickly soothed the creature.

The Snake-man riding on the beast's head was quite used to this sight.

Among the Night Watchers, there were people with astonishing affinity with magical beasts and wild beasts.

It's said that they gained this through some kind of blessing transformation.

"Incredible, even such blessings exist?"

This Snake-man thought to himself, reminiscing with regret about his rejected application to join the Night Watchers.