A different world game? A different world game!

When the last blood dragon wing turned into powder in the holy light, the defenders were shocked to find blood-colored crystal dust condensed on their fingertips.

These particles, gleaming with an eerie red light, seemed to possess life, slithering through the cracks in the soldiers' armor. Huolin brushed his cracked gauntlets across the battlements, instantly corroding the bluestone surface with dense, honeycomb-like dents.

"It's another plague toxin we've never seen before. It's getting more and more troublesome!"

"Everyone, take off your armor!" the garrison captain roared at the top of his lungs, ripping off his helmet, which had been corroded by the acid mist. Dark red blood scabs peeled off his forehead as he moved.

He looked toward the rolling thunderclouds in the western sky. Scarlet arcs of lightning flashed from time to time in the lead-gray clouds, a sign that the Blood God Cult was gathering a second wave of offensive.

A few hundred meters below the city wall, the Blood God Apostle Batulu was stepping on the backs of his believers to climb up to the altar.

Twelve bronze pillars, engraved with blasphemous runes, rubbed against each other with a grinding sound that made one's teeth ache. Dark green rust fell away, and black blood, as thick as pitch, oozed from the cracks. When the first drop of tainted blood fell to the ground, the entire rust plain echoed with the buzzing sound of millions of beetles' wings.

"My God is above!" Baturu's spell echoed on the battlefield. His skinny fingers penetrated deeply into the believer's skull. Dark red lines spread up along the believer's spine and climbed up the bronze pillar.

The fist-sized parasitic beetles trembled their elytra, the blood god runes bulging on their carapaces flickering like breathing. They clung to the barbed roots of the blood dragon's wings, then, with the monster's shrieking dive, swooped down towards the anti-aircraft tower atop the city wall.

The bombing came again.

Huolin placed the rune heavy crossbow at the gap in the city wall, and the crosshairs reflected six blood dragon wings swooping down in a V-shape.

The compound eyes of several bat-winged monsters suddenly turned towards him. At the moment when hundreds of pupils contracted at the same time, the parasitic beetles shot towards him like living cannonballs.

But more beetles swarmed towards the magic cannons. Obviously, their goal was to destroy these city defense weapons.

"How long will it take for the magic cannon to charge?!" Huo Lin roared at the sound transmission crystal, and shot out three armor-piercing arrows from the heavy crossbow in his hand.

The moment the arrow pierced the beetle, scarlet acid exploded above the city wall, and two Union Army crossbowmen who had no time to dodge fell from the city wall with screams.

"Three minutes! At least three more minutes!" The mage in charge of energy supply responded in a crying voice. The crystal matrix in front of him had exploded in two places, and light blue arcane energy was leaking out crazily from the cracks.

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound like breaking glass in the sky.

Six silver-white meteors streaked across the blood-red sky, and the Soul Guardian Squad [Silver Cross]'s teleportation array unfolded thirty meters above the city wall.

The leading female knight had long hair like burning platinum. The holy spear she threw drew a spiral trajectory in the air, and the magic stone embedded in the tip of the spear exploded when it touched the first blood dragon wing.

That was no ordinary explosion—a dark blue rift instantly ripped through space, sweeping dozens of blood dragon wings and the parasitic beetles on their backs into the void. The aftermath created an arcane storm that swept across the battlefield, violently shaking Baturu's altar and snapping three bronze pillars.

"Holy Light! It's the Soul Keeper!" The defenders burst into hoarse cheers.

The Night's Watch and even the entire Allied Forces have heard of the elite troops within the Night's Watch.

Once these elite teams appear, they will surely turn the tide of battle with their powerful strength. When they appear, they have the common characteristics of the Night's Watch, but also have their own unique personalities.

This is not only a recognition of their honor, but also a powerful way to boost the morale of friendly forces.

Hollin noticed the new cracks on the female knight's breastplate. The silver-white cloaks of these elite Night's Watchmen had already been soaked with dark red. Clearly, they hadn't come from headquarters, but had been forcibly transported here from a more brutal battlefield.

A Soul Guardian member walked past him, seemed to understand the worry in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, everything is still under control."

……

At that moment, fifteen miles behind the defense line, an eerie silence enveloped the largest Union granary in the Rust Plains. Deep in the cellar, seven barrels of ale, emblazoned with the double-headed eagle emblem, bubbled constantly. Guard Ryan raised his torch unsteadily, and something seemed to be swimming in the murky liquid.

"Who's in there?" The man, who had been on duty for twenty hours straight, blinked hard, his bloodshot eyeballs almost bulging out of his sockets.

Due to the attacks of the Chaos Legion, the surrounding refugees were in panic, and they had to increase patrols and vigilance, which made them increasingly exhausted.

The dull thud of his mace hitting the wine barrel awakened some dormant darkness—in his own twisted shadow, a dagger made of solidified plasma was slowly taking shape.

As Ryan leaned over to examine the green goo oozing from the bottom of the barrel, the shadow blade silently pierced the back of his neck.

War Priest Garro crawled out from the shadows of the corpses, a blood-red mist emanating from his black robes. His rotting left hand pressed against the surface of the wine barrel, and the poison seed bestowed by the High Priest of Plague spread along the wood grain. The entire cellar began to echo with the dying gasps of the dead.

"To hell with the Holy Light and the damn Night's Watch." Garro grinned with his mouth crawling with maggots, and the shadows under his feet began to split and multiply.

The plague-infected beer barrels exploded one after another, and the green poisonous mist flowed along the ventilation ducts towards the drinking water systems of various air defense towers.

On the front-line city wall, Huo Lin saw a distress signal on the communication channel.

"Damn it! Cult members have infiltrated the rear! What should we do? We don't have any troops to rescue us now."

Just then, a team responded to the call for help in the channel.

……

"Plague elimination plan!"

A short halfling said calmly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a holy light potion shining with a faint golden light was thrown over.

Someone took the potion and poured it at the source of the plague in front of them.

"Thank you, thank you sir for your timely rescue." An injured Union soldier leaning against a pillar said gratefully.

The crisis had just broken out, and the plague had not yet spread on a large scale, when this team suddenly appeared and resolved the crisis with lightning speed.

The halfling captain observed the surrounding situation, nodded without turning his head, and said, "You're welcome. We just happened to be passing through the Rust Plains and heading to the enemy camp to scout the situation."

At this time, his teammates were still cleaning up the battlefield, and those Chaos believers had turned to ashes.

The reason they have such strength is that they are a reserve team of Soul Keepers.

In fact, there is no such formal title. They usually undertake the tasks of night watchmen, but they have the ability to apply to become soul keepers and are already in the application process.

"Another joint action by the Four Gods' followers." The wizard next to him said with a worried look on his face as he checked the readings of the alchemical equipment in his hand.

However, his captain did not respond, but just frowned and stared ahead, as if thinking about something.

The captain muttered to himself, "The enemy troops in the Rust Plains have retreated? How could this be such a coincidence?" (End of this chapter)