A different world game? A different world game!

Under the rolling green clouds.

You could probably smell the city—a rotting metal, moldy dirt and gravel, a sour blend of odors, the stench of millions of rat glands.

The green dome slowly crawled high above the clouds, like a vesicle filled with fluorescent pus, filtering the sunlight into a sickly mossy color.

The buildings rose and fell amidst the exhaust smoke and dust, a hideous sight like a malignant tumor. A tangle of rusted oil pipelines formed a skeleton, while building fragments were glued together by some kind of mucus, forming an exoskeleton.

Every house seemed to breathe, the dense holes in the walls spewing out warm, moist air. These were the blood vessels of the underground kingdom—in the vast network of tunnels, transport rats dragged luminescent fungi with their knotty tails, their eyeballs forming emerald galaxies in the darkness.

The squeaky sounds of conversation made people feel irritated.

The garbage tower in the center of the city pierced the clouds, and the surface of the steel bars was covered with radioactive salt crystals.

If you look closely, you can see the spiral passage on the tower: the worker rats use their front paws to hook the steel cables to transport rotten meat, and the soldier rats lick the bloody iron nails at the checkpoints.

Wrapped in robes woven from scraps of cloth and fur, priest rats gnawed at the moldy spots on their leg bones to obtain oracles. The end of all this spiral disappeared into a green mist, from which the crisp sound of bones breaking continued to be heard.

The moment the clouds were torn apart by the spiritual fluctuations, the evil rat appeared.

Maybe this is the existence.

From a distance, the thing didn't seem to be a living thing, but rather the embodiment of a certain concept—a human skull wrapped in rotten fur, rusty keys strung along the tail vertebrae, and scalding asphalt dripping from its claws instead of blood.

He sits on a throne made of various debris and biological teeth. Every time he chews the spinal cord offered by his believers, more fluorescent mucus oozes out of the tower.

This seemed like a great gift to all the mice. They all knelt on the ground, raised their fragile paws, took the slime and poured it into their mouths.

Beside the throne, the Rat General and the Rat Priest stood on either side. They represented the highest position in the rat class and were the patriarchs of each clan, the leaders of each legion, and the chief priests of each religious order.

"You mean... the defense line on the southwest battlefield has been breached?"

A dull voice with no known emotion rang out from the top of the spire, and the buzzing sound, like a spiritual wave, poured into the ears of all the mice present.

That was the sound of the evil rat.

A rat general nodded tremblingly.

"Void, Void! Despicable Four Gods, how dare you deceive me!"

The evil rat screamed, its anger rising. The exhaust tower piercing the clouds trembled with its emotions, a large amount of energy gushing out, and its violent momentum pressed towards the surroundings.

All the mice present knelt on the ground, curled themselves up into a ball, and trembled all over.

And under the spire, large groups of rats dropped their work, knelt down, and prostrated themselves under the power of the evil rats.

But such a roar obviously could not vent His anger.

Since the birth of the evil rat, he had never been so angry as he was now. With one claw, he grabbed the rat general next to him.

His emerald green pupils flashed with cunning and malicious light as he stared intently at the Rat General, who was only the size of his head.

"You, abandoned your duty and let me down! How dare you come back? You should be buried there with me!"

Even the rats' extreme fear of death prevented the rat general from opening his mouth to make any argument at this moment. He could only curl himself up into a ball, trembling all over.

Seeing this, the evil rat threw him away and smashed him against the wall next to him.

"I need intelligence. Use your lives to find out what those humans are doing!"

The void prevented fallen evil gods like them from seeing anything, and their power was useless in the face of the void. ...

"The defense line was breached? Was it caused by the attack of void creatures?"

In a coastal port city that has always been firmly controlled by the God-killing Chaos forces, the believer of desire asked this question.

The Chaos Assassin who had come to report nodded. "Indeed, the rat army was powerless against the Void. Even with our remaining forces, they couldn't hold out for more than a day."

Moreover, those void creatures were divided into multiple troops, attacking from different directions, directly crushing the rat army.

The Seventh Legion was completely annihilated, and the rats that followed completely lost their courage and fled under the attack of the Void."

Upon hearing this information, even the reckless and violent Blood God believer couldn't help but frown and said, "The Void Gate is out of control. We need to leave here quickly. I don't want to fight these disgusting creatures."

When fighting against void creatures, they have no desire to fight and cannot feel any bloody pleasure.

Of course, the main reason is that they are no match at all, and they will become even more degenerate after death, becoming empty existences like zombies.

At this time, even the taciturn plague believers spoke up and said, "Leave. My god's oracle cannot reach us, and my god's eyes cannot see through us."

Facing the Void, the Apostles of Plague and Desire are helpless.

Even the believers of the Shadow can still choose to fight head-on, and the believers of the Blood God can even barely put up a fight.

They could only flee in panic.

Void creatures are immune to all spiritual pollution and control, and they are at the top of the list in this regard.

Listening to this information, the Apostle of Shadow stood there, wondering what he was thinking.

He had just learned a lot of information, but the intelligence he received did not match his previous guesses.

The Void Gate was indeed out of control, and the void creatures that emerged did begin to attack indiscriminately.

The Night's Watch is indeed trying its best to resist the void creatures, forming various encirclements and trying to narrow the scope of the void creatures' spread.

Everything seemed normal, but something was wrong.

"What are you waiting for? If you want to stay here..." said the follower of desire.

The believers of Shadow shook their heads. No matter what, no matter how the Night's Watch responded, it was meaningless. There was no need to stay on this continent.

In the eyes of the four gods, this continent was being obscured at a rapid pace.

While they could get more information if they wanted to, that would mean they would be marked by the Void.

When the void comes, if they are greedy and slow to act, they are likely to be left behind.

Why leave these useless information behind? Let the Night Watch and those rats meet the same fate on this continent.

A large number of ships began to set sail.

All Chaos forces fled here by boat.

This incident has caused the Void to invade this world more deeply. The Four Gods have little time left, and they must gain more during this time.

This time, they were determined not to provoke the Night's Watch, even if they could recover from the crisis of the Chaos Gate. (End of this chapter)