A different world game? A different world game!

The morning mist has not yet completely dissipated.

The first ray of sunlight shone down, covering the rust plain with a blood-red veil.

The iron oxide ore, soaked in dew, has a dark red luster, and the entire earth looks like a huge piece of clotted blood.

On this ancient battlefield that has existed for who knows how many years, half-buried ancient war machines have their twisted metal tentacles sticking out from the red soil.

A three-hundred-year-old metal construct reveals a spine covered in gears. A group of scavenger birds live on the part shaped like a battering ram and decorated with a dragon head.

Dozens of ragged refugee laborers are working in Mine No. 3. With their dusty hands, they hold the alchemical pickaxes provided by the night watchmen and vigorously hammer the exposed minerals in front of them.

This special pickaxe is carefully crafted by the Blacksmith Shop. It saves time and effort to use and can quickly remove ore.

It is said that when the new recruits in the boot camp are undergoing physical training and upgrading, they can hold a pickaxe in each hand, waving them like Hot Wheels, and hitting the ore frantically.

Behind the miners, two Union soldiers were listlessly carrying out their guard duty.

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound of rusty metal breaking, followed by a burst of dust like an old man's cough, and a complete ancient war puppet suddenly appeared.

This ancient battlefield was once affected by some kind of magic, which completely exposed the ores here and allowed many ancient alchemical instruments to see the light of day again.

However, these devices are not in the eyes of the Night's Watch. After all, not all ancient things are necessarily powerful.

The girl in charge of sorting the ore was so frightened that she fell to the ground, and the alchemical ore detector in her hand made a crazy sound - inside the chest cavity of this seven-meter-tall bronze giant, there was actually a certain energy core that was still sealed and had not yet expired.

"Hide behind me! Everyone else, evacuate quickly!" A United Nations soldier shouted loudly and quickly sounded the alarm.

However, they did not notice that a strange mark was emerging in the pupils of the puppet, and then the mark turned into purple energy.

A night watchman heard the alarm and rushed over quickly.

The refugees who ran out stood there blankly, looking into the distance.

The sky in the distance was stained with blood, and a chilling atmosphere was spreading towards the earth.

That was the Night Watch's defense area not far away.

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West of the Rust Plains, as the blood-red sky spreads, a large number of enemies are pouring towards the defense line.

"What the hell is going on? Why are there so many enemies? This is not a strategic location. I even think there is no reason for them to launch an attack from here." The captain of the third defense team of the sixth regiment of the Light Guardians, who was responsible for the defense of this area, looked into the distance and asked with confusion.

A team member nearby scratched his head, thought for a moment, and then said, "Perhaps the enemy thinks this is where we can obtain resources? After all, we've sent a lot of refugees here to mine for ore recently. At first glance, it does seem like that's the case."

The captain turned around and glared at him fiercely.

"Use your brain. Don't just stare blankly at this place with the detector all day. If this place really is a vital resource source, why would they wait until now to send refugees to mine it?

Sending these refugees here is just to give them something to do, so they can have enough food to eat and feel at ease, so they won't be affected by the war and become restless all day, giving those hateful evil spirits an opportunity to take advantage of them."

The scolded team member shrugged helplessly.

"That's all I can think of. What should I do now? Ask for support?"

"Report the situation here, and let... Damn, we don't have any Griffin Knights here. Send a small team out to find out the exact size of the enemy." Upon hearing the order, the Light Guardian soldier, who had been a little lazy just now, immediately stood at attention and saluted: "Yes!"

Then, the captain stood up and shouted to the rear, "Everyone, get moving! Everyone, pay attention! The enemy is coming soon. Get those refugees to run! They'll attack soon, but they won't be able to see clearly! Brave ones, and the new recruits, go get the ammunition and supplies, and take those new equipment that just arrived!"

As the order was given, everyone acted quickly and the entire defense line became tense and busy in an instant.

Soon, the enemy approached the defense line.

There was no communication, no room for negotiation, not even a pre-battle challenge.

War is about to break out.

Three hundred skinners rushed out from the horizon in neat steps.

These followers of the Blood God had their skin peeled off, leaving their muscle fibers exposed. They held huge axes in their left hands, wielded iron chains in their right hands, and had barking plague hounds tied to their ankles.

"What the hell!" the Light Guardian captain shouted in horror, "The Blood God's followers are bringing plague hounds with them!"

They had never seen such a situation before.

Although evil gods occasionally cooperate with each other, they rarely fight in such close coordination. It is already very good if they can avoid attacking each other under normal circumstances.

The scene of fighting side by side like this really opened their eyes.

Behind these skinners, hundreds of barbarian warriors pushed a siege tower that was three stories high and slowly advanced forward.

On the platform atop the siege tower, plague ratmen were busy stirring clay pots filled with poisonous locusts.

"It's this disgusting group of plague believers again. The rat plague apostles are simply the worst of the worst."

"Preserve the Holy Flame Throwers, prioritize the Acid Crossbows!" Light Guardian Commander Hollin shouted the order from atop the watchtower. The defensive magic circle in the center of his breastplate flickered as he swung his sword.

Behind the defense line, the twelve crossbow carts that had been deployed there responded and moved, and the clay pots filled with bone-eroding liquid drew parabolas in the air.

The skinners suddenly roared in unison and swung the hooks at the ends of their chains at the slave laborers, pulling them over to use as human shields.

The acid splashed onto the human body, instantly corroding charred holes. At the same time, plague hounds and a large number of parasites took the opportunity to drill into the defenders' bunkers.

Cursing, Hollin activated the lava trench beneath the city wall. Blazing red-gold magma gushed out, engulfing dozens of captured refugees and hounds.

After these plague hounds died, the plague in their bodies began to spread outward.

Behind the distant rocks, a follower of the shadow was recording all of this on a scroll, muttering to himself, "Sure enough, this isn't the Night's Watch's main expansion area. The defenses of the salient have clearly dropped several levels.

However, with the Night's Watch's rapid information exchange capabilities, support will surely arrive quickly. Breaking through the defenses won't be easy, and we'll have to avoid the Night's Watch's aerial patrols. It's a real hassle, it seems we'll have to take them by surprise..."

This sudden counterattack by the Chaos forces did not only occur in this one location, but also on the main battlefield.

It seemed as if all the forces of Chaos had reached a cooperation in just one night.

They launched a multi-front counterattack in an attempt to reverse the previous decline, or at least boost their morale so that they could cope with the more difficult battles to come.

However, their multi-pronged attack coupled with chaotic coordination meant they were unable to gain any advantage on any battlefield. (End of this chapter)