A different world game? A different world game!

Southwest battlefield.

This is the area where the battle between the Allied Forces and the Chaos forces is the most intense.

There are a large number of rat nests in this area, and countless underground tunnels wind and stretch underground, intertwining with each other, forming a complex structure like a maze.

The rats were like dense swarms of ants, shuttling back and forth between these tunnel nests.

The underground tunnel suddenly began to tremble violently.

As the first crystal scorpion tore through the rock with its huge pincers, the plague priest was still pouring fetid ichor into the crucible.

A six-meter-long purple crustacean slammed into the sacrificial site. It swung the sharp needle on its tail with force, and the crystal fragments that flew out pierced through the bodies of the twelve ratmen like sharp arrows.

No blood flowed out of the pierced wound. Instead, violet veins spread wildly upwards along the ratman's blood vessels.

This sudden attack caught all the ratmen present off guard.

But this is the underground arsenal of rats, belonging to the Plague Clan among rats.

Among the many ratmen, a considerable number believe in the Chaos God, and the largest number of them believe in the [Plague Lord].

This allows rats who believe in the Plague Monarch to even form a large-scale rat tribe, with a unique and independent social structure and means of warfare. At the same time, they are also the most disgusting targets in the rat group and must be precisely attacked.

The swarm of void creatures that were attracted here had their first target pointed here.

"Plague Engine! Start the Plague Engine... Ugh!" The Plague Warlock's scream was instantly cut off by the crystal beetle's pincers. It plummeted from the hole in the ceiling, its eight limbs deeply embedded in the dark green structure made of metal scraps.

Along with the piercing sound of crystal growth, purple crystal clusters began to bloom on the surfaces of those twisted metal creations.

Plague? In the face of the true power of the void, it was like insignificant dust, just as vulnerable as a weakling infected by the plague.

The Plague Clan's lair on the front lines collapsed first. The foul-smelling sacs they hurled exploded on the Void War Beast's body, only to evaporate into harmless mist on its purple crystal armor.

The rats had never fought against void creatures, and they didn't even know that such creatures existed in the world. When the plague methods they relied on for survival failed and the poison was no longer effective, the Plague Clan completely lost all ability to resist.

When the four-legged crystal wolf rushed into the rat group, every claw mark would cause the torn ratman to twitch and kneel on the ground, with tiny crystal sprouts spurting out of its eye sockets.

"Ahhhh! My brain is singing!" The mouse, affected by the mental shock, fell into madness, a strange purple light burst out of its eyes, and cracks began to appear on its body, staining it with a dirty purple color.

Suddenly, purple-black cysts rose from the ground, and then hundreds of crystal centipedes broke out of the ground. Although people called them that, they were actually a type of void war beast, just with an elongated shape, similar to centipedes.

These three-meter-long creatures bit the ratmen tightly with their ring-shaped mouthparts, and the bite wounds instantly solidified into translucent lumps.

A modified giant rat tried to fight back with its power claws, but was nailed into the ground by a Void Warrior who dropped from the sky with a prismatic halberd. The five-meter-tall amethyst construct didn't even lower its head, and the energy pulse bursting from the halberd's blade melted the giant rat's metal prosthesis into molten iron.

"What are these?"

"It's those purple, shiny stone things! It's the devil!"

The mental shock power of the void makes all the mice that dare to resist become crazy and chaotic.

The timid rats were the first to try to escape, but in this sudden attack, such rats were ultimately a minority. More rats were infected during the attack, becoming similar to the Void Infected.

The center of the battlefield began to gradually collapse.

The infected ratmen's corpses exploded one after another, and the spurting purple mucus corroded into steaming pits.

Void creep rapidly spread outward from these corrosive pits, gradually transforming any rock it touched into fine crystal particles. By the time the last batch of Plague Clan's gas grenadiers were dragged into the cracks by the crystallized vines, the entire battlefield had become an ever-expanding field of amethyst.

The sharp crystal clusters pierced the ratmen who were still alive, hanging them in mid-air and slowly crystallizing them.

The last surviving fearless rat guards formed a tight circle, their tough rat spears aimed at the purple waves coming from all directions.

However, they failed to notice the strange shimmering light emanating from the rock formations above them. When three prismatic meteorites pierced the three-hundred-meter-thick rock crust, the last remaining defenders of the assault, along with the entire cavern, collapsed into nutrients for the void crystal veins.

The purple void creatures spread wildly in the rat's nest like a surging tide. Wherever they went, everything was swept away as if by melted liquid.

In the end, all that was left here was a monotonous purple and various crystallized rats.

The plague's infectious ability is as immature and powerless as a rookie recruit in front of the void.

The entire scene was seen by the night watchmen observing at the front line.

"Is this... is this what we'll have to face in the future?" A night watchman witnessed this scene, his breathing becoming rapid and oppressive, and he even began to gasp for breath. It was as if an invisible, immense pressure weighed heavily on his heart, as if it were being tightly squeezed by an invisible hand.

His companions who were also observing the situation were not much better than him.

As Night Watchmen who can be sent to the front line at this critical moment to observe the most dangerous battlefield, their strength is unquestionable.

This means they must have fought and leveled up in dangerous areas like the Void Pit.

But in those places, all void creatures were effectively contained, with complete protective structures to suppress them. They had never truly witnessed the tremendous destruction and horror that the void could bring in a large-scale war.

And now, they finally saw it with their own eyes.

The questions that had once flashed through their minds during conversations and small talk were now completely dispelled. All those doubts about why the leader was so wary, almost fearful of the void, were now fully answered.

The Four Chaos Gods? They seemed insignificant before such a violent display of Void power.

There are quite a few Night Watchmen on the front lines who are responsible for observation. This is because they need to keep a close eye on the progress of the Void Creatures. Once things develop beyond control, they must take timely measures to cut off contact.

After all, this plan to divert the trouble away could backfire if not handled with care, putting one's side in an irretrievable situation.

Such drastic changes on the battlefield have sparked heated discussions in the communication channels.

……

The attack of the void creatures, led by the legendary creatures, showed no signs of stopping and continued to rampage on the battlefield of the chaos forces.

When the seventh amethyst comet-like void creature crashed into the defense line, the Rat Priest finally realized that this was not an ordinary raid, but a disaster like a divine punishment.

Hundreds of thousands of ratmen were thrown into chaos and turmoil on the burning plains.

In the Rat Clan formation, the bronze tower shields were closely connected, like a continuous metal mountain range; the Plague Incense Monks shook their bells, raising waves of poisonous fog; the flesh and blood constructs created by the power of the Four Gods of Chaos and the sacrifice of a large number of rats marched forward side by side with heavy steps.

At this time, there were no longer any barbarians as the assault force, nor were there any hordes of demons or the many powerful forces under the command of the Four Gods of Chaos.

The so-called Chaos Alliance seemed to be reduced to just rats and the remnants of those traitors.

The mice who were holding on alone sent out the most powerful fighting force in the tribe, trying to resist the crazy invasion of those purple monsters at the front line.

But is all this really useful? (End of this chapter)