The game has become a real alternate world-Chapter 857 - 539: Midsummer

War never stops.

Time swiftly passes by. As the war progresses, the weather grows increasingly hot, and midsummer has already arrived.

"It's really hot today."

A human soldier from the United Army sat under the shade of a tree, muttering as he used a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Beside him, his companion was panting heavily, resting against the tree root.

"I really want to find a river to take a bath." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Upon hearing this, the seated soldier raised his hand and tapped the helmet of the other soldier.

"Don't be stupid, you're really not afraid of a rat stabbing you in the butt while you're bathing, and with a poisoned blade at that."

He said this because such instances had indeed happened before.

Under the large tree on the small hill, there were about twelve soldiers seated, forming a squad.

Looking down from the hill, one could clearly see that there were about dozens of soldiers maintaining order.

"Follow this path forward, don't rush, it won't be long before you reach the refugee camp!" A soldier shouted loudly.

On the narrow path, countless refugees lined up in a long queue. Among them, some were supporting relatives, some carrying their remaining possessions, and others leading carts, slowly moving forward.

Two snake-men soldiers stood at the outer edge of the group, one of them with vertical snake eyes, scrutinizing the refugees.

"Are you really not afraid that the followers of the Evil God are hiding among the refugees?"

The companion beside him glanced at him, sweeping his tail lightly against him.

"Shut up, look over there." He said, pointing to a person standing on a small stone pillar dozens of meters away.

"See that, that's a Night Watcher."

"Are you saying Night Watchers can identify the followers of Evil God?" The snake-man soldier who had just joined not long ago didn't fully understand the Night Watchers' specific abilities and couldn't help but ask.

"Of course, you fool. And he's not an ordinary Night Watcher, he's one of the best among them. I heard he's called... Demon Hunter?

I can't really remember, but they specialize in eliminating demons and slaying Evil God's apostles. All who worship the Evil God are exposed before them. Once discovered, they face the harshest punishment."

This veteran snake-man spoke like telling a story, with a mysterious hint on his face.

The nearby recruit listened with great interest, occasionally expressing amazement.

It's said that this Demon Hunter looks almost indistinguishable from normal humans, which is naturally related to his level.

This Demon Hunter's level is as high as Level Ten.

Half a year ago, such a level was considered outstanding among Demon Hunters, with considerable power.

But now, nearly half of the Demon Hunters have reached Level Ten, with the rest averaging Level Eight or Nine.

That is to say, there are no members below Level Eight in the Demon Hunter team, each possessing remarkable strength.

There's no choice; the profession of Demon Hunter and its inherent characteristics determine their terrifying ability to annihilate all kinds of evil and corrupted beings.

This allows them to enter the Tower of Trial with ease.

It's rarely heard that Demon Hunters die within the Tower of Trial.

Being able to efficiently kill and not easily die, naturally, their Experience Value accumulates adequately.

"Night Watcher... I wish I could join them." The recruit murmured, full of envy.

Before he finished speaking, a hand slapped his head.

"You sure know how to dream; I haven't joined yet, and you want to?" The veteran said discontentedly.

Then, with some sentiment: "But speaking of it, who wouldn't want to join the Night Watchers?"

As early as half a year ago, more and more people in the United Army wanted to join the Night Watchers, and now almost every United Army soldier desires to become one of them.

After all, Night Watchers not only enhance their power but also offer various generous treatments and special gifts from the world, how could anyone not envy?

Suddenly, the Night Watcher they were talking about took action.

His figure flashed like a phantom, and almost before anyone could react, he pressed a young man to the ground.

"You guys always think you can slip through unnoticed?"

He cursed while grabbing the young man.

"Sir, sir, please let him go, he's... he's my son, he hasn't done anything wrong!"

The elderly lady beside him saw this scene and was so frightened she trembled, quickly rushing over, kneeling on the ground pleading desperately.

The Night Watcher turned to glance at the old lady clutching his calf.

"Your son?"

"Yes, sir, he's my only son left. My other children went to the battlefield... They could never return. My husband died on the battlefield too; he's the only child I have left, please spare him..."

Clearly, the old lady did not know her child's true situation, only pleading for mercy.

The surrounding refugees shrank back, clearing a circle.

Several soldiers had already gathered and raised their Weapons towards the terrified young man.

"Stop acting so pitiful." The Night Watcher looked at the young man's expression with disdain.

He said without turning his head to the old lady: "You say this is your son? Then take a good look, see if he truly is."

Then, a peculiar Power emanated from the Night Watcher's wrist, entering the young man's body.

"Ahhhhh! Mom, save me! It hurts so much!"

The tragic cry made the old lady burst into tears on the spot.

"Sir!"

Various pleadings came continuously from the old lady's mouth.

However, the Night Watcher was unmoved.

The refugees around showed horrified expressions as well.

The screams grew louder, causing many refugees to sympathize and shed tears, finding it too miserable.

The Night Watcher sneered: "Still playing this trick, if you love it so much, then go die!"

After speaking, a Dagger appeared in his hand, stabbing without hesitation.

Just as the dagger was about to pierce the young man, the young man blocked the blade with both hands, getting pierced but not injuring vital parts.

"You cursed Fallen! Defiant who does not believe my god!"

A strange, sharp voice shouted out, and immediately, the young man's skin began to melt into a peculiar humanoid, pale purple creature.

As soon as the monster appeared, there was a chorus of startled screams around.

At the moment it showed its true form, the Night Watcher's dagger swiftly drew, slicing off its head.

"Pretending trash."

The Night Watcher casually tossed the monster's corpse to the ground, watching it gradually dissolve into ash under the rejection of the world.

"Now the speed at which these guys reveal their true form is getting slower... Soon, their corpses may not disperse easily like this."

The Night Watcher muttered as he turned to look at the stunned old lady beside him.

He sighed helplessly and walked away.

"Sir, does the old lady need..." A soldier stepped forward to inquire.

Upon hearing this, the Night Watcher glared at him.

"She's got no problem, just keep an eye out and make life easier for her. She's just a poor soul deceived by these Fallen."

The soldier nodded, indicating understanding.