The game has become a real alternate world-Chapter 855 - 537: War Breaks Out Again

"Kill!"

The thunderous shout of battle echoed over the battlefield.

The barbarian soldiers crashed through the city walls like ferocious beasts, their bodies enhanced by the wilderness magic.

The ratmen surged in like a tidal wave, flooding through the breach in the walls with madness.

The soldiers of the United Army resisted with all their might, but the sheer number of ratmen seemed endless.

Rust-colored clouds weighed heavily down, as if intending to crush the remnants of daylight. At the breach, pus and steam churned violently, stirred by the rotten scepter of the Plague Apostle, casting forth the corrupt blessing of plague.

Green gas began to spread, carrying a nauseating stench of decay. The mist drifted like clouds, accompanied by a buzzing sound like swarms of flies. Upon closer inspection, it was filled with large-headed, rotten insects, carrying deadly plague bacteria.

"Whiz!"

Over a dozen arrows, glowing faintly, shot swiftly from afar, precisely aiming at the green mist. The arrows suddenly sparked with light and then violently exploded.

The power of the Holy Light scattered with the arrow explosion, like cold water dropping into boiling oil, emitting a sharp "sizzle".

Tens of thousands of elite ratmen, backs hunched, rushed forward. These ratmen had been transformed to be devoid of fear, knowing only bloodlust, and could even cast minor magic.

Their bone blades scraped against the pus-covered ground, tracing serpentine trails of phosphorus fire from the plague's blessing.

The ratmen leapt into the breach, engaging in a deadly battle with the fiercely resisting United Army soldiers.

"Prepare the Holy Oil Crossbows!" a Night Watch Captain roared furiously, his shout crushing three attacking plague rats.

A crossbow squad of nearly a hundred quickly formed ranks under his command.

"Fire!"

The dense sound of arrows piercing the air broke through.

All the arrows launched were enveloped by the power of Holy Light.

In this battlefield, only the power of Holy Light was most effective against the persistent plague.

Dense arrows like flocking birds flickered with golden light, charging towards the plague-stirring Apostle.

Mage-fired extreme speed magic bullets struck first, penetrating the barriers around the Plague Apostle, allowing the following arrows to hit the target more easily.

"Ah! My father's soup!"

The Plague Apostle cried out in pain, seemingly undeterred despite being riddled with arrows, more distressed by the spilled plague blessing.

The overturned blessing began to spread a more concentrated plague force.

Just then, a blazing golden fireball descended from the sky, crashing down and igniting a field of ghostly green air, slowly dissipating in the atmosphere.

"Saintess of the Holy Fire!"

Alicia arrived first with support.

In the fiercest battle areas, minotaur heavy soldiers stood like mountains, each one two to three meters tall.

Their bodies were encased in heavy armor provided by the Night Watch, making each minotaur an indestructible tank in the battlefield.

They held large metal totem poles, adorned with hexagram runes forming various nature elements' totems.

On the vast battlefield, war drums thundered, the totem poles bestowing blessings upon all.

It seemed or perhaps was an illusion that those heavy armored minotaurs grew in size.

They charged like unstoppable chariots towards the enemies, toppling all ratmen attempting to breach the enormous gap.

Every swing of the totem pole, like a massive club spinning rapidly.

Accompanied by loud screams, the ratmen were scattered.

The entire defense line stretched long, defensively held at different locations.

At the first wave of ratmen struck the shield wall of soldiers, charred corpses exploded into green mist amid the rain of poisoned crossbow arrows.

The initial wave of enemy charge composed entirely of plague-ridden ratmen, serving purely as bombs or cannon fodder.

Regardless of life or death, they brought serious trouble to the United Army.

Three snake-man priests suddenly slithered out from stone cracks, spraying cleansed poison mist from their scales, reacting violently with the plague cloud, exploding a jade green ring-like firewall at the frontline.

These three snake-men had joined the Night Watch. As the Night Watch gained a foothold in Lebia Continent, gradually dominating, races like snake-men and minotaurs began joining, contributing their strength. Furthermore, after tailored modifications by the Great Library, their powers were relearned and applied.

Against toxins, besides Holy Light, the snake-men's poison counterpoison approach was another method.

However, such power couldn't be widely applied.

"Boom! Boom boom boom! Boom boom!"

The enemy's charging team rang the war drums, breaking the first defensive line eventually. Despite the United Army's fierce resistance, the enemy clearly wouldn't miss such an opportunity, intensifying attacks to completely break through defenses.

With the drumbeats igniting the blood, barbarian soldiers approached. They seemed a special force among the barbarians, each patterned with black and red totems.

They even wore metal armor emitting blood-red mist, wielding exaggerated double axes.

These people were blood god followers, bloodthirsty berserkers of the barbarians.

Four bronze war drums thundered on the barbarian berserkers' shoulders, led by their Khornate followers wielding skull axes, cleaving the burning air.

Bulging veins on their skin formed blasphemous runes, a reverse axe cleaved a shield-bearing human soldier in half.

Each slain defender's broken weapons melted into blood worship skulls.

The earth shook under their trampling.

Recognizing the situation, some minotaurs immediately charged to resist.

One even joining the Night Watch, holding an absolute power advantage.

The minotaur commander swung his frost rune-etched totem pole to counter, steel-clashing shockwaves mashing ratmen within ten yards into mush.

Facing the Evil God Apostle's axes, the minotaur commander was fearless, engaging in fierce combat. The Evil God Apostle laughed, shouting, "I'll see how your horns will look decorating my helmet!"

The minotaur commander roared back, "You'll only be crushed to dust and turn to ashes, weak things aren't worthy of becoming trophies!"

These two behemoths clashed back and forth on the battlefield, clearing space around with their furious fight, no one foolish enough to step in.

As the battle intensified, followers of evil gods began gathering.

Some apostles who had already experienced one descent, freely unleashed their powers on the battlefield, seeking to change its course and gain more advantage for their troops.

Sacrifices were scattered across the battlefield, with many followers starting descent rituals on the spot, hoping more evil god followers would descent, adding strength to the fight. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Night Watch squads! Your mission is here, infiltrate, break each ritual, turn these damned followers to ashes!"

At such crucial times, professional squads were needed. Destroying rituals, each Night Watch squad was very familiar with such operations.

Currently located on the battlefield, they needed to penetrate the enemy's depths and destroy these evil rituals, greatly increasing difficulty.

"Brothers, it's our turn!"