A different world game? A different world game!

"kill!"

The deafening shouts of killing echoed over the battlefield.

The barbarian soldiers broke through the city walls like ferocious beasts, the magic of the wilderness attached to them, strengthening their physique.

The rats rushed into the defense line like a surging tide through the gaps in the city wall.

The soldiers of the Allied Forces fought with all their might, but the number of rats was too great, as if it were endless.

Thick, rust-colored clouds pressed down, seemingly crushing the last rays of light. At the breach in the city wall, pus, blood, and steam surged, and the Plague Apostle's rotten scepter stirred within, unleashing a rotten plague blessing.

A green gas began to spread, carrying a sickening stench of decay. It drifted like clouds, accompanied by a buzzing sound like mosquitoes and flies. Upon closer inspection, it was filled with rotting insects with large heads, laden with plague germs.

"call out!"

A dozen shimmering arrows shot from afar, accurately piercing the green mist. The arrows flashed with light for a moment before exploding violently.

The power of holy light spread out with the explosion of the arrow, like cold water dripping into boiling oil, making a series of sharp "squeaking" sounds.

Tens of thousands of elite ratmen rushed forward with their backs hunched. These ratmen had been transformed to know no fear, only bloodthirsty desire, and could even cast a small amount of magic.

Their bone blades scraped against the pus-covered ground, and the bone blades were attached with the blessing of the plague, leaving winding trails of phosphorescent light behind them.

The rats jumped in one after another from the gap and fought a desperate battle with the United Army soldiers who were fighting hard.

"Prepare the holy oil crossbow!" A Night Watch captain roared at the top of his lungs, his roar shattering the three plague rats that were rushing towards him.

In the rear, a crossbow team of nearly a hundred people commanded by him quickly formed a formation.

"put!"

Dense and numerous sounds of breaking air pierced the air.

All the arrows shot out were wrapped in the power of holy light.

On this battlefield, only the power of Holy Light can effectively fight against the difficult-to-eliminate plague.

Dense arrows, like a flock of birds, flashed with golden light and rushed towards the apostle who was stirring up the plague.

Several high-speed magic bullets fired by mages took the lead and crashed through the barrier next to the Plague Apostle, allowing subsequent arrows to hit the target more easily.

"Ahh! My father's soup!"

The Plague Apostle screamed and cried out in pain. Even though his body was full of arrows, he seemed unmoved. Instead, he felt more distressed for the Plague Blessing who was knocked to the ground.

As the plague blessing was overturned, the more concentrated plague power began to spread everywhere.

At this moment, a golden fireball burning with blazing flames fell from the sky and smashed down heavily, burning a dark green aura that slowly drifted in the air.

"Holy Fire Saint!"

Alicia was the first to arrive with support.

At the most intense battle site, the heavily armored minotaur soldiers stood like small hills, each of them a massive two to three meters tall.

They are covered in heavy armor provided by the Night's Watch, making each Tauren an indestructible tank on the battlefield.

In their hands, they held huge totem poles made of metal, on which were lit hexagram runes, which formed totems of various natural elements.

In the vast battlefield, the sound of war drums rang out, and the totem poles blessed everyone on the battlefield.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but these heavily armored minotaurs seem to have grown bigger.

They rushed towards the enemy like unstoppable chariots, knocking out all the rats that tried to rush in through the huge gap.

Every swing of the totem pole was like a giant club spinning rapidly. With many screams, the rats were beaten and scattered in all directions.

The entire defense line was stretched out very long, with different troops at different locations stubbornly defending.

When the first wave of rats crashed into the shield wall formed by the soldiers, the charred corpses were blown into green mist by the rain of poisoned crossbow arrows.

The first wave of each enemy attack was composed of plague-ridden rats, which were purely bombs and cannon fodder.

Whether dead or alive, it will bring serious trouble to the coalition forces.

Three snake-men priests suddenly swam out from the cracks in the rocks. The purifying poison mist that gushed out from between their scales reacted violently with the plague cloud, blasting an emerald-colored circular wall of fire in front of the front line.

These three serpent-men joined the Night's Watch. As the Night's Watch gained a firm foothold on the Lebian continent and gradually gained absolute influence, serpent-men, minotaurs, and other unique Lebian races joined in, contributing their strength. Furthermore, their powers, after being specifically transformed by the Great Library, were re-introduced to them for learning and application.

When it comes to poisons, in addition to holy light, the snake people's method of fighting poison with poison is also a way.

It's just that such power is difficult to popularize widely.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The enemy's charge sounded the drums of war, and the first line of defense was finally broken. Although the Union Army fought desperately, it was obvious that the enemy would not miss such an opportunity. They stepped up their offensive and tried to completely break through the defense line.

As the blood-igniting drumbeats began to sound, barbarian soldiers approached one after another. They seemed to be a special unit of the barbarians, each with a black and red totem tattooed on their body.

They even wore metal armor with blood-colored mist rising from it, and held exaggerated double axes in their hands.

These people are none other than the Blood God's followers and bloodthirsty berserkers among the barbarians.

Four bronze war drums roared on the shoulders of the barbarian berserkers, leading their Khorne followers to wield skull axes and split the burning air.

The protruding blood vessels on the surface of their skin formed blasphemous runes, and with a backhanded axe, they split a human soldier holding a shield in half.

Every time a defender was killed, the broken weapon melted in the air into a bloody skull for sacrifice.

The earth shook violently under their feet.

Seeing this, several minotaurs immediately rushed over to resist.

One of the minotaurs has even joined the Night's Watch and has an absolute power advantage.

The Tauren Warlord swung up a totem pole embedded with frost runes to meet the attack. The shockwaves from the clash of steel turned the ratmen within ten feet into minced meat.

But facing the double axes of the evil god apostle, the minotaur warlord was not afraid and launched a fierce confrontation. The evil god apostle laughed and shouted: "I will see how majestic your bull horns will look on my helmet!"

The Tauren Warlord roared back, "I'll crush you to death and turn you to ash. A weakling like me is not worthy of being a trophy!"

The two behemoths fought back and forth on the battlefield, colliding wildly. In an instant, a large space was cleared around them, and no one was stupid enough to get in.

As the battle intensified, followers of the evil god began to gather.

Some apostles who had already experienced a descent began to exert their strength on the battlefield, trying to change the course of the battlefield and gain more advantages for their troops.

On the battlefield, sacrifices were everywhere, and a large number of believers began to prepare for the descent ceremony on the spot, hoping that more believers of the evil god would descend to add strength to the battle.

"Night Watch! Your mission has arrived. Sneak in and destroy those rituals one by one. Turn these damned believers into ashes!"

At such a critical moment, a professional team was called in. Every Night's Watch team was very familiar with disrupting the ritual.

But now they are on the battlefield, and they have to penetrate the enemy's core area and destroy these evil rituals, so the difficulty is naturally greatly increased.

"Brothers, it's our turn!" (End of this chapter)