The frontline command camp at Bruckal Field.

After the alarm of the assault rang out.

Blake received reports through the channel about the sudden attack launched by the rats.

"At this time, they actually initiated an attack first?"

A Holy Knight standing by, responsible for the affairs of the Holy Light Church, spoke with surprise in his tone.

The rats had always been in a defensive posture, constantly strengthening their defensive advantage.

At this critical juncture, their sudden deployment for an active assault was indeed unexpected.

"They're too cowardly," Blake evaluated.

He had long been battling the rats on the frontline.

After prolonged confrontation, having eliminated several of their commanders and generals, he had become thoroughly familiar with the habits of these rats.

"So that's why you've spent so much time and effort these past days making the rats 'blind'?"

Asked another commander nearby.

He was mainly responsible for integrating soldiers from various factions within the United Army.

Blake nodded.

"These Ratmen are inherently cowardly and timid. Even though they believe in an Evil God and mutate to gain power, their innate cowardice doesn't change.

Just like ordinary rats, this is a trait of the entire Ratman race. Even if they try to hide their inner cowardice, it inevitably shows in some decisions and actions."

Just like the current situation.

The rats knew that the Night Watchers were about to launch a full-scale offensive.

The air was filled with the scent of iron and blood, a harbinger of war.

Under these circumstances, their commanders would naturally do everything to understand the current state of the Night Watchers to seek a sense of security.

After all, rats are experts at digging holes, and they are everywhere.

In the past, it was easy for the rats to gather intelligence.

They could travel freely in shadows, wilderness, and various corners with their innate abilities, collecting information, gathering intelligence, and deploying spies.

But in the face of the Night Watchers, this ability of theirs became ineffective.

Why were the Snake-men once the best rat hunters?

Because Snake-men possess special perception abilities that allow them to easily detect rats, day or night, in any environment, and sense their presence through the pheromones in the air.

Thus, back on the Lebia Continent, most rat-catching teams were led by Snake-men or directly formed by them.

And now, this area where the Rat Nest resides used to be a large gathering place for Snake-men.

When the rats initiated disaster, they first annihilated the main force of the Snake-men, leaving only scattered small states and city-states across the continent.

Even so, those places were not spared and received special "attention" from the rats.

Only city-states and nations with Legendary powerhouses leading resilient resistance managed to barely survive.

After many Snake-men joined the Night Watchers, the situation changed.

On the map, the whereabouts of the rats were laid bare.

Even if the Snake-men did not directly spot the rats, they could sense the rats' presence with their special vision and information perception abilities, marking this information on the map.

Moreover, it wasn't just the Snake-men; the gathering of a large number of Night Watchers brought in various magical beasts.

These beasts came from the Eastern Wilderness, a vast forested wilderness area on the continent inhabited by a wide array of magical beasts and monsters.

The culture of Beast Taming thrived among the Night Watchers here.

For the Night Watchers who take on the role of [Ranger], having a flying pet with reconnaissance abilities almost became the most popular choice. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

These pets, once datafied, would have the information they saw synced onto the [map].

Because of this, in this world, the Night Watchers' reconnaissance methods stood at the pinnacle, forming an overwhelming advantage over other forces and leading with a clear advantage.

Even the teams of the Four Gods gave up competing with the Night Watchers in reconnaissance.

Thus, cutting off the rats' spies was no difficult task.

However, at present, with large troops gathering and numerous movement routes from various teams, thoroughly cutting off all rat spies indeed required some time and effort.

But as long as determination is set, success is assured.

In this manner, the rats were deprived of their spies and made blind.

This unease from the unknown proved fatal for the rats. If they could understand some aspects of the Night Watchers, at least they could mentally prepare and take preemptive actions.

But complete ignorance left the rats in terror.

They desperately craved information.

Therefore, while strenuously maintaining a defensive stance, dispatching a unit for a surprise assault became a helpless measure to explore the unknown.

"Alright, no need to worry, Raelia will lead her team to deal with these fools who overestimate themselves."

Blake waved his hand, indicating others to return their attention to the just-concluded meeting.

The fear of the unknown would persist until the war ended.

This was the "pressure package" Blake had prepared specifically for the Ratmen.

And at this moment, outside the frontline camp.

Raelia, wielding a massive battle halberd, took the lead, surging forward.

Faced with the tide-like surge of Ratmen in the dark night, she showed no fear.

The hooves of her war horse raised high, pounding fiercely on the ground.

A wave of spiritual energy spread outwards from the hoofbeats.

In an instant, the surrounding rats froze in place, their eyes blank, knocked over by the rush of rats from behind, forming a densely packed blockade in front of Raelia.

In just a moment, the densest line of rats on the battlefield had piled up in front of her.

This was precisely the effect Raelia desired.

In her time fighting with the rats, she had developed a fixed set of tactics.

A method of quickly and effectively clearing rat formations.

She gathered power onto her battle halberd and swung it fiercely.

Her strike swept over an arc exceeding 180 degrees.

The troops following her attack were long accustomed, proactively clearing an area for Raelia to sweep unrestrainedly.

This time, there weren't even cries from the rats.

Only a shower of shattered limbs and debris fell in the direction of the oncoming rat assault.

These rats that had come to attack were clearly inexperienced; they were all new, freshly emerged from their nest.

They had undergone simple and frenzied brainwashing and, stimulated by a Bloodthirst Skill cast by a rat priest, charged madly without any consideration.

Seeing the fragments of their kind fall from above gave them a firsthand glimpse of the brutal reality of fighting against the United Army.

The ghostly blue shadowed Raelia roamed freely on the battlefield, a trail of blood and carnage left wherever she passed.

The heavy-armored cavalry she led followed her closely, weaving in and out of the enemy's formation.

After several impacts, the rats' morale was nearly completely shattered.