I Became the Progenitor Vampire
Chapter 390 - Chapter 390: Chapter 392 (Anti-theft chapter, do not subscribe) Level 23 - Lide Transcendent, Astounding Strategy

Chapter 390: Chapter 392 (Anti-theft chapter, do not subscribe) Level 23 – Lide Transcendent, Astounding Strategy

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Lide sensed something profound.

He could break through now, yes, the power within his body had reached the Extraordinary Level.

At will, he could halt the devouring process this instant and step into the transcendent, turning into an ultimate combatant with immense strength.

But Lide didn’t stop immediately; he felt that he was far from reaching his limit, that his body could still hold more Divine Calamity.

He wanted to become stronger, transcendent was not yet enough…

After settling his mind, Lide chose to continue the devouring.

A person who can endure pain is praiseworthy, but one who knows the pain and willingly endures it deserves admiration.

At this moment, Lide’s actions undoubtedly surpassed what most people understood as the limit.

With every Divine Calamity entering his body, he experienced veins bursting, muscles tearing, and bones shattering… This was the ultimate pain, in the face of which so-called punishments were not worth mentioning.

Yet even so, he remained unshakably firm.

His steely resolve had improved more than tenfold since he first stepped into Glory.

That naive young man had finally grown up.

Now, Lide was truly qualified to be called a leader, a king who had borne the weight of a crown.

“Continue…”

“What doesn’t kill you, ultimately makes you stronger…”

“God of Plague, is this all you’re capable of?”

Lide’s laughter was somewhat hoarse, his complexion ghastly pale but his gaze still unshakable.

In the bottomless abyss beyond the endless planes, the God of Plague, an ancient sovereign on an altar built of bones and gemstones, fell into a rare silence upon sensing Lide’s condition.

This was the first time in countless years that he had seen a New Sun God with such a formidable will.

He knew how terrifying his Divine Calamity was, and the excruciating pain it brought upon the bearer.

He also knew that Lide was resisting solely through his will.

But his blasphemous language’s erosion and temptation were useless, and the slavery characteristic of his evil divinity was ineffective.

At this moment, the mood of this ancient Evil God was extremely complicated.

For the first time, he felt a degree of admiration for a New Sun God he deeply loathed.

Yet, at the same time, his urge to kill grew stronger.

Such a New Sun God must not be allowed to grow.

The world ruled by the ancient days didn’t need such a power.

But the most significant issue was, the God of Plague felt somewhat helpless against this New Sun God.

While he couldn’t descend to the Main Plane, and the other’s will was so firm…

Snapping back to reality, the God of Plague suddenly became enraged. As a sovereign who once ruled countless planes, what right did a new god have to flaunt power before him?

“Hmph, foolish New Sun God! Everything you do today will become the source of your tragedy!!”

After his words fell, he spoke no more.

However, in Lide’s mind, the force of the blasphemous language was tenfold stronger than before.

Endless horror wanted to erode his soul, to devour everything about him.

Darkness rose again.

“This is more like it… Hahaha…”

A nearly crazed smile appeared on Lide’s face as his spiritual power began to recklessly spread into the head of the God of Plague, his gaze arrogant and wild.

“Then, devour everything you possess…”

“Hunter? Prey? Who can truly determine that…”

“Ancient God? Hahaha…”

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On July 30, something that terrified the defense forces of the Land of Bone-Burying occurred.

The Space Gate was slowly widening.

This was the fifth expansion.

Emi, Kapp, and Groot, who were supervising the battle from the top of the Alchemy Tower, glanced at each other and saw the gravity in each other’s eyes.

Although they had anticipated this expansion a month ago, when the moment truly arrived, it still left everyone breathless.

The Space Gate widened from 60 blades slowly by an additional 10 blades, reaching 70 blades.

The height, which had not changed before, expanded from 20 blades to 30 blades.

At the moment of the Space Gate’s expansion, all the warriors could clearly sense the terrifying aura from the Divine Country on the other side, an ancient air more horrifying than the evil of demons.

Countless Half-rat men, under this influence, became fierce, powerful, and bloodthirsty.

It was as if the gods were watching over them.

Many resilient warriors inevitably felt a chill run down their spines.

Once the widened Space Gate stabilized.

The scene everyone least wanted to witness occurred.

Level 15.

A Fierce Half-Ratman measuring 2.5 blades in height with sharp tusks and claws as terrifying as razors, came through the Space Gate.

Its back spines were as sharp as daggers, and the tip of its tail resembled a spear; this Level 15 Fierce Half-Ratman was filled with a brutal and bloody aura.

A pure killing machine.

“Target their Level 15 Fierce Half-Ratmen! Ready the heavy crossbows!”

Ultimately, the Magic Industry Research Institute could not develop the Dragon Hunting Crossbows before the great battle arrived, so the responsibility of killing Level 15 Fierce Half-Ratmen was given to the heavy crossbows.

With the original stock plus the frenzied production over the past half-month, over 1000 heavy crossbows were erected on the Second Circle defense walls.

After the command was issued, the heavy crossbows’ chains creaked, and the bowstrings began to slowly expand…

Producing these heavy crossbows had consumed most of the high-level materials from the weapons factory; the cost of each crossbow could only be described as expensive.

The crossbow bolts for the heavy crossbows were as thick as a wrist and forged from fine gold, capable of piercing through walls.

These formidable weapons were Dawn City’s ultimate tool against the Level 15 Fierce Half-Ratmen.

After the first Level 15 Fierce Half-Ratman appeared, it immediately charged toward the city walls, emitting a chilling, deep roar.

Whee, whee, whee~

All the Centaur archers focused their frantic bow-shooting at the very noticeable Level 15 Fierce Half-Ratman.

But this fierce creature showed no fear, and its thick fur acted much like armor, bouncing off arrows as if they were greased.

Moreover, its sprinting speed was significantly higher than that of regular Fierce Half-Ratmen, making it difficult to lock on. Even direct hits from the sparse flying arrows caused only minimal damage.

What was even more terrifying was that this killing machine seemed unbothered by the colossal city wall in front of it, which stood at 80 blades high and was only possible in this magical world.

Once the Fierce Half-Ratman reached the base of the wall, it began climbing using its hands and feet, its sharp claws hooking into the wall like grappling hooks.

It reached the 30-blade high section with a few jumps, above which was a 10-blade wide Oily Skill area.

However, this Level 15 Fierce Half-Ratman didn’t care at all, its sharp claws piercing through the solid walls, forcefully breaking through the Oily Skill, and rapidly ascending past this zone that had stumped countless fierce half-ratmen.

Once past this area, the Level 15 Fierce Half-Ratman climbed unrestrictedly like a dog off its leash.

Ding ling clang~

Arrows fell like raindrops, furiously shot at the Fierce Half-Ratman, hitting the wall with clear sounds, but its thick, bizarre hair was too resistant, bouncing off the arrows, causing barely any damage.

It’s closer, getting closer!!

It had already sensed the presence of humans, the aroma of food.

The fierce half-ratman’s eyes shone green with flecks of blood-red, and murderous intent almost materialized.

Now was the moment!

Beneath the city wall’s top and beyond the range of ten blades was a solidified area treated with Oily Skill, but this level 15 fierce half-ratman leaped over the area in one bound.

It attacked the city wall like a demon escaping its cage.

Several centaur warriors instinctively raised their great axes in a sweeping motion, but they were no match for the level 15 fierce half-ratman.

Cold light flashed, blood exploded.

The centaurs hadn’t even clearly seen their adversary before they felt a chill on their necks, losing consciousness.

Despite wearing high-level armor, it couldn’t stop the sharp forelimbs of the level 15 fierce half-ratman.

This fierce half-ratman was incredibly agile, attacking the dense cluster of centaurs around it.

Unrestrained, it slaughtered in all directions.

The first level 15 fierce half-ratman emerging from the Space Gate tasted blood.

The danger had become increasingly intense.

But just then, a lightning-fast figure streaked across the sky.

Whoo~

The sharp Blade Wings reflected a dazzling light, and its supersonic terrifying speed didn’t even allow the crowd around to blink.

The level 15 fierce half-ratman saw a flash before its eyes and felt intense pain before it could react, instantly losing consciousness.

Looking back at the city wall, there was only a body that had been slashed across the chest, thudding to the ground.

Castro, clad in Extraordinary Armor, had already vanished from atop the wall, and those meat-winged half-ratmen who had escaped the barrage of arrows exploded instantly.

The scene was nothing short of bloody and horrific.

However, the death of the first level 15 fierce half-ratman was not the end but merely the beginning.

Somewhere in a spatial interlayer of the bottomless abyss–Plague God Country.

Outside the Space Gate connecting to the Land of Bone-Burying, a hundred kilometers’ radius was packed with fierce half-ratmen, their black heads tightly pressed against each other, the quantity beyond calculation, enough to explode the mind of anyone with a fear of crowds.

It was terrifying.

No one knew how many half-ratmen had proliferated in this vast god country during the eons the God of Plague had slumbered.

Now, the most grotesquely fearsome level 15 fierce half-ratmen were gathering near the outer side of the Space Gate, their numbers like locusts, countless.

This was the power the Ancient Evil God had accumulated over millions of years; level 15 was the topmost power in the Main Plane, but in a darker plane like the bottomless abyss, this was not a rare entity.

Only the Transcendent were considered the peak.

“Servants of the New Sun God, I, the ruler of the ancient days, bestow upon you death…”

Blasphemous language that seeped into souls emanated from inside the Space Gate, then echoed like the screech of crows over the Land of Bone-Burying.

Hearing this evil speech, the level 15 fierce half-ratmen within the Plague God Country instantaneously fell into madness, surging like a tide with relentless lust for slaughter towards the Space Gate.

Land of Bone-Burying.

Beastman King Kapp’s mane stood on end at this moment.

The eighty-blade wide Space Gate couldn’t be blocked; in two breaths, he saw over a hundred level 15 fierce half-ratmen stepping out of the Space Gate.

Emi and Grot saw this scene and their expressions turned extremely solemn.

Everyone knew the real test had come.

“Heavy crossbows aim at level 15 and above half-ratmen, attack!!

Everyone else, fire at will!!”

The moment Kapp’s roar rang out, whoosh whoosh~

Tens of thousands of crossbow bolts shot out, over a thousand heavy crossbows triggered, arm-sized bolts were the gaze of the Death God, the sword of the God of Justice.

A level 15 fierce half-ratman that had just stepped out of the Space Gate hadn’t even had the chance to react when suddenly, with a splurt, an arm-thick crossbow bolt went straight through its body, forcibly dragging the half-ratman back to the other side of the Space Gate, and with its powerful piercing force, the sharp bolt went through three fierce half-ratmen before stopping.

Blood pooled everywhere.

Yet the smell of blood plunged the fierce half-ratmen into an even deeper frenzy, surging out from the Space Gate at even greater speed.

Thousands of heavy crossbows fired in unison, killing more than half of the level 15 fierce half-ratmen, but still dozens charged to the base of the city wall, where more level 15s emerged from the space gate.

Cap, having given his orders, abruptly turned to Emi, his tone cold.

“Emi, we need to take the field and suppress them. You are in charge of the battlefield now.”

He then turned his head towards Grote, who was seething with killing intent, “Grote, let’s go.”

“No worries, leave it all to me.”

Emi nodded, not delaying or saying more, as the Shadow High Priest was not suited for direct confrontation. Instead, Cap and Grote, two pure warriors, were the true gods of carnage on the battlefield.

Whoosh~ The power of space activated and the towering figures of Cap and Grote instantly appeared atop the lofty city walls.

Meanwhile, a piercing, strange laughter echoed through the Land of Bone-Burying.

“Ga ga ga, has a monster worthy of the great Lord Withered Bones’ attention finally appeared?”

“Oh, rats? Truly a weak and pathetic evil god, to enslave even filthy rats? Tsk tsk tsk, even beggars would despise such creatures. How ludicrous…”

“The inhabitants of Risier City would not allow me to appear, but now, let these lowly, humble, filthy beings taste the Dragon Breath of Lord Withered Bones…”

“I am the eternal Undead, the Dragon of Destruction from Dawn City! Tremble, weep, for you will turn to ash under the light of Lord Withered Bones…”

Woosh woosh~

From outside the second ring of defense walls, an immense Undead Bone Dragon with a wingspan of 18 blades appeared in the sky.

However, even more attention-grabbing than the Bone Dragon’s imposing aura was its incessant chatter, demeaning the God of Plague before it even attacked…

Withered Bones screeched as it dove from the sky, gray-white energy swirling in its throat, releasing a breath imbued with the scent of death, which instantly spewed forth when it was just over ten blades above the ground.

Zzzt~

Several level 15 fierce half-ratmen below couldn’t dodge in time and were directly hit by the dragon breath.

Those who directly faced the dragon breath ended up as nothing but bone scraps after the breath dissipated.

Hundreds of other fierce half-ratmen also died, as the Death Dragon Breath seemed to strip away time itself, instantly aging and decaying the struck lives.

Whoosh~whoosh~ At this moment, Castro, with his Blade Wings, also dove down beside the Withered Bones. The dense crowd of fierce half-ratmen on the ground were easy targets,

The Blade Wings, like reaping wheat, slaughtered hundreds of fierce half-ratmen in a single dive, all cleanly bisected at the waist.

While these high-level combat forces were terrifying and alleviated some of the pressure on the battlefield,

the distant aid did not quench the immediate thirst. Once the number of level 15 fierce half-ratmen emerging from the space gate exceeded 500, the situation rapidly reversed.

The sharp arrows shot by the centaurs could no longer inflict fatal injuries.

Only the heavy crossbows could target these level 15 fierce half-ratmen, but the heavy crossbows’ shooting flaws were significant, making it incredibly difficult to aim effectively at the charging half-ratmen, often resulting in missed shots.

Thus, accompanied by blood and the unique stench of rats, the first wave of level 15 fierce half-ratmen rushed onto the city walls.

The level advantage made even the solid perfect-level armor ineffective in defense; the claws of the level 15 fierce half-ratmen were sharper than daggers and spears.

Blood exploded.

Although centaur warriors were equally ferocious, the difference in strength prevented them from mounting an effective counter, leading to their rapid slaughter.

After several dozen level 15 fierce half-ratmen climbed onto the city walls, they immediately caused massive chaos.

Chaos led to fewer arrows being shot, and with not enough bow pressure, it gave the fierce half-ratmen gaps to storm up the walls, creating a vicious cycle.

“Alchemy bombs! Bombard!”

Just as the pressure on the city walls increased, Emi’s voice timely echoed.

The ready Magic Language Bats immediately began bombing.

Boom boom boom~

The terrifying explosions occurred, and the haughty aura of the fierce half-ratmen was instantly suppressed.

Limbs flew, and dense fierce half-ratmen turned into stacked corpses.

However, alchemy bombs were not unlimited in number. After five rounds of bombing, they had to reluctantly return for resupply.

And in just a few breaths, the fierce half-ratmen surged forth once more.

At this moment, level 18 Beastman King Kapp ignited with blazing golden energy, like a mythic beastman hero reincarnated, his lion-like mane gently fluttering, his battle blade incomparably sharp.

His figure flickered and disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared atop a section of the city wall occupied by more than a dozen level 15 fierce half-ratmen.

His long blade unsheathed, his fighting spirit unmatched.

A 15th Level Fierce Half-Ratman paused upon seeing Kapp, but then screeched and pounced ferociously, his claws dripping with fresh blood.

Kapp charged forward, swinging his longsword, creating a sound that nearly tore through the space. The 15th Level Fierce Half-Ratman had no time to react, splurt–blood splattered, split into two by the blade.

It was an overwhelming fight, a Beastman King of the 18th Level against a 15th Level Fierce Half-Ratman.

The other fierce half-ratmen, witnessing this scene, rushed forward in a frenzy, giving Kapp no chance to react.

But, as a member of an Upper Race and a former Beastman King, Kapp’s vast combat experience and strength were not something these servants could match.

Blood battled from all sides, his battle blade like a dragon unleashed from its sheath.

One slash per enemy, and within moments only a pile of bodies remained.

Clad in Extraordinary Armor, wielding an Extraordinary Battle Blade, plus the agility provided by spatial force’s instant teleportation, a single man and blade upheld half of the city wall.

To the centaurs below Level 10, the 15th Level Fierce Half-Ratmen were an unsolvable threat, but before Kapp the Beastman King, they were as garbage.

On another front, Grot, once known as the Child of the North, had enhanced his strength significantly after transforming into the Crimson Hunter, a secretive profession within the Bloodline race.

His giant sword, unparalleled in sharpness, swung through the air, leaving behind severed limbs and fragments. The 15th Level Fierce Half-Ratman was ferocious, but under the strikes of this even more ferocious slaughterer, they were mere paper, easily torn apart.

Emi, atop the alchemy tower outside the Second Circle defense walls, witnessed hundreds of 15th Level Fierce Half-Ratmen storming the walls. Although the current residents barely held on, he perceived the threat within.

He abruptly turned to the Blood Clan Spellcaster–a Blood Mage beside him.

“Let all Blood Mages unleash the Bloody Storm.”

Emi’s gaze turned cold, let the slaughter intensify.

Holy Light Bloodline under the Crown’s rule, were we ever weaker than anyone by half?

“Yes!”

A military order was as formidable as a mountain. Within mere moments, Emi’s order reached the alchemy tower behind the Second Circle defense walls.

Over a thousand Blood Mages began casting simultaneously.

Bloody Storm (Consumes 50% of the caster’s blood to summon 100 intangible blood bats composed of magic power and blood to attack enemies. The bats grow, reproduce, and divide as they devour blood, lasting until the blood energy is exhausted).

This was the ultimate move of the Blood Mages.

Unfortunately, apart from a long time ago when it had been used to bomb Black Wind Tribe’s twenty thousand centaurs at Dwarf Hillocks with alchemy bombs, a systematic casting by Blood Mages hadn’t been seen again.

But now, the scene of those slaughter bats sweeping through heaven and earth was about to reemerge.

After about a dozen seconds, an ear-piercing screech of bats rose.

Then, all the warriors within the Land of Bone-Burying saw blood-colored bats flying out from atop the hundreds of blade-high alchemy towers, each bat only the size of a palm but carrying fangs and claws that sent shivers down the spine.

The Slaughter Bats had no physical form, composed purely of blood and magic energy, born solely for killing.

Whoosh–whoosh–

A thousand Blood Mages, each release a hundred blood bats, totaling 100,000.

Within the 500 blade radius of the Second Circle defense walls, 100,000 slaughter bats became a blood-colored glow in the dark space.

The numerous Fierce Half-Ratmen faced immediate, brutal attacks. Some of the Fierce Half-Ratmen opened their mouths to try and bite these blood bats, but the bats simply passed through their teeth and burrowed into their bodies.

Then a chilling scene ensued–after swallowing the blood bats, the Fierce Half-Ratmen’s bodies began to twitch wildly, emitting cries like those of an animal in its death throes.

Then, in just a few breaths, their skin visibly whitened at an observable rate, their fur deflated limply.

Splurt–

Moments later, the blood bat that had entered through the heart of the Fierce Half-Ratman burst out, its size now doubled, and its body darker in hue.

Devouring for growth, the most horrifying trait of the Slaughter Bats.

The Fierce Half-Ratmen relied on their sharp fangs, claws, and the lethal bacteria and plagues they carried for attacking, but these attacks were all futile against the intangible Slaughter Bats.

The Claw would pass right through the body of the Slaughter Bats, and the plagues and bacteria only enhanced the bats’ lethal power.

The, seemingly infinite, Fierce Half-Ratmen were suddenly contained.

This was the Land of Death, where the ground, soaked in months of spilled blood, had permeated the bones; these intangible bats, sustained by blood and magic energy, could devour blood to grow.

Some of the Slaughter Bats dived into the ground, sucking up blood from bodies not yet desiccated.

In the Land of Bone-Burying, it takes a whole day to decompose a body into bones, and these undecomposed bodies immediately became nourishment for the Slaughter Bats.

In less than three minutes, whoosh–thousands of blood bats with a wingspan reaching 3 to 5 blades burst forth from the ground, their presence now incredibly terrifying and potent.

The slaughter bats immediately turned into even more ferocious killing machines, battling fiercely with the fearless fierce half-ratmen.

And the exaggerated number of Level 15 fierce half-ratmen were immediately suppressed by the slaughter bats.

Although the Level 15 fierce half-ratmen had a faint gray energy on their claws that could hurt the bodies of the slaughter bats each time they swung,

due to the feeding of ordinary fierce half-ratmen, the number of slaughter bats had surged to 300,000 within a short period of time, completely covering the sky.

Even though the Level 15 fierce half-ratmen killed wildly, the number of bats was even greater.

And it was the slaughter bats, driven only by a desire for destruction, that made these Level 15 fierce half-ratmen experience the terror of the human wave strategy.

With the appearance of the slaughter bats, a chain reaction started; heavy-duty crossbows also began to play their part, continuously assassinating Level 15 fierce half-ratmen.

Emi, seeing this scene, couldn’t hide his surprise. He hadn’t expected the ultimate move of the Blood Mage to be so effective against the fierce half-ratmen.

The scene, which was on the verge of collapse, was immediately stabilized.

One Sunshine Hour later, the situation began to change drastically, even causing the surrounding warriors to stare in disbelief.

The endless stream of fierce half-ratmen became fodder for the slaughter bats, their numbers increasing and becoming stronger with more fierce half-ratmen.

Eventually, tens of thousands of slaughter bats with a wingspan of 5 blades appeared, and the newly emerged thousands of Level 15 fierce half-ratmen from the Space Gate were wiped out with the coordination of the slaughter bats and heavy-duty crossbows.

In the end, it wasn’t even necessary to draw bows and shoot arrows; just the hundreds of thousands of slaughter bats alone had overwhelmed the fierce half-ratmen.

The final situation turned into Dawn City’s forces pressing down on the servants of the God of Plague in battle.

Kapp then sheathed his sword and returned to Emi’s side, both exchanging glances with subtle expressions, neither had expected such an outcome.

“Kapp, the slaughter bats have already succeeded in their mission; now, we just need to prevent any accidents.”

Kapp looked at the scene where fierce half-ratmen were devoured as soon as they emerged from the Space Gate and nodded slightly, feeling sentimental.

“The race of His Majesty, the Holy Light Bloodline’s power, is truly shocking.”

Emi’s mouth twitched; he hadn’t anticipated the Bloody Storm to be so terrifying, and the strength of the Bloodline had quietly changed his previous views.

“Without the vast number of ordinary fierce half-ratmen and the uncountable corpses underground, it wouldn’t have been possible to sustain such a blood-colored army. Under normal circumstances, such a situation would be very rare.”

“But having said that, there’s indeed a huge potential in the Holy Light Bloodline that could still be explored.”

This terrifying crisis was overcome in such an unexpected way.

Yet, at this time, Lide had still not awakened.

No one knew his condition underground, and everyone could only sense the aura underground growing stronger.

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August 16th, the Space Gate underwent its sixth expansion, but the now established slaughter bat swarm was nearly invincible; even the emergence of Level 16 fierce half-ratmen was swallowed by the slaughter bats.

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August 30th, the Space Gate was expanded again, and Level 17 fierce half-ratmen appeared from the gate which could cut through hundreds of blades, although it caused some ripples, it eventually returned to calm.

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September 10th, four months had passed since Lide’s retreat, and it seemed he had completely disappeared.

The area in Land of Bone-Burying guarded by fortresses, the underground aura was gradually calming down,

and many times, it was already impossible to sense any traces from the ground.

Today, the God of Plague expanded the Space Gate for the eighth time.

After the expansion, which reached 110 blades, Level 18 fierce half-ratmen appeared from the Space Gate.

This time, the battle was not as easy as before.

Even with the support of hundreds of thousands of slaughter bats, the Level 18 fierce half-ratmen still made it to the city walls.

This time, it resulted in the deaths of 3,000 Centaur Warriors, making the scene extremely bloody.

More than 300 Level 18 Fierce Half-Ratmen mixed with a large number of Levels 17, 16, 15 were all slaughtered, which even left the Beastman King Kapp feeling completely exhausted.

Deep scratches appeared on his Extraordinary Armor.

The greater crisis was not this time, but the next.

The second defensive city wall, which was originally thought to be as steady as Mount Tai after the release of the Crimson Hunters, once again faced a huge crisis.

Because, if the ninth Space Gate expansion were to happen, it would definitely bring forth Level 19 Fierce Half-Ratmen.

Level 18 Fierce Half-Ratmen had already been so difficult, what would happen if a batch of over a hundred Level 19 Fierce Half-Ratmen suddenly emerged?

No one could imagine.

Time passed by slowly, and the high echelons of Dawn City grew increasingly uneasy.

The last incident completely disheartened them.

Five days after the eighth expansion of the Space Gate, on September 15th, the Space Gate seemed to have hit the pause button, not a single Fierce Half-Ratman appeared.

This seemed to alleviate the pressure, but everyone was immensely worried.

Because the Crimson Hunters required fresh blood to sustain themselves, without the Fierce Half-Ratmen as a source of food, hundreds of thousands of Crimson Hunters simply could not continue to exist.

In the end, Emi, driven by desperation, ordered these Crimson Hunters to start cannibalizing each other, then the overall number of Crimson Hunters rapidly decreased, visible to the naked eye.

Even so, in no more than three days, this hard-raised Blood-colored Army would completely vanish.

On September 20th, a high military meeting quietly convened at Dawn Square in Dawn City.

They did not meet within the Land of Bone-Burying for fear of being eavesdropped on by the God of Plague.

As the Space Gate of the Land of Bone-Burying had already solidified at Dawn Square, everyone could reach the battlefield at a moment’s notice should any mishap occur.

Beastman King Kapp of level 18, Grot the Child of the North at level 17, Frey the second generation Bloodline at level 15, and Stanley from Green City at level 16 were all present,

along with the Dwarf Forging Master from the Weapon Factory–Valen,

the Goblin Chief from the Alchemy Factory–Moer,

and the President of Dawn Academy–Horn Rieser; these important figures all attended the military meeting.

Shadow High Priest Emi presided.

16-level Bronze One-eyed Giant Koso along with 15-level Castro, and 19-level Withered Bone also attended.

The core agenda of the whole military meeting was–how to handle the ninth Space Gate expansion.

“Although the invasion of Fierce Half-Ratmen has ceased these past few days, everyone should know that this is merely the God of Plague’s tactic to gain time.

It is also to eliminate our Crimson Hunters, although I have already ordered the farms to slaughter pigs to feed the Crimson Hunters, the number has reduced to only one percent of what it was a few days ago, insufficient to sustain a war.”

Emi’s tone was very grave.

“The Space Gate has been expanded by the God of Plague eight times, the next expansion could occur at any moment.

And as His Majesty has not yet awoken, we still need to continue to guard, to buy enough time for His Majesty.”

Emi’s tone carried an unshakeable determination, and all those involved in the discussion wore solemn expressions.

The crisis was imminent; everyone sensed it, felt it.

But they had no way out, nor could they possibly retreat.

His Majesty was right behind them, even if they were all to perish, it was a sacrifice they were willing to make.

“If the next time the Space Gate expands further, along with the diminished effect of the Crimson Hunters, once Level 19 Fierce Half-Ratmen appear, even if there are only 100 of them, augmented by Level 18, 17, 16, and 15 Fierce Half-Ratmen.

We will be unable to cope.”

A harsh reality faced everyone–the enemy of Dawn City was who?–the God of Plague, an Ancient God who had survived from antiquity.

Moreover, the enemy had been recuperating for several months in the Abyss.

The power held in its hands, whether high-end or low-end, completely outclassed Dawn City.

This was undeniable by anyone.

The power of the two was simply not of the same dimension.

Dawn City’s greatest advantage lay in the fact that the Main Plane did not allow overly powerful forces to descend.

But now, the Space Gate in the Land of Bone-Burying had become a weapon in the hands of the God of Plague.

Although the ancient Evil God could not descend himself, his servants could easily attack Dawn City.

No one knew exactly how many Half-rat men this ancient Evil God had enslaved, and although tens of millions of Fierce Half-rat men had died in the Land of Bone-Burying over the past few months, there was still no sign that the enemy was stopping.

Moreover, a combat power, esteemed as top-tier Level 15 across the entire Glory Main Plane, seemed ordinary like gravel before the God of Plague, who could easily dispatch hundreds, even thousands at a time.

Clearly, the power possessed by the God of Plague exceeded their imagination’s limits.

For Dawn City to counter such an existence, they only had the option to utilize their formidable industrial system, there was no other way.

“Is the Alchemy Bomb feasible?”

Goblin Chief Moer, the old goblin whose face had been disfigured, slowly spoke up in the current situation, devoid of his usual extravagant expressions.

Because their opponent was a god.

A goblin facing a god… It was a scene he could not even dream of.

“No, Alchemy Bombs, although powerful, can’t block the enemy indefinitely…”

Emi was the first to give a negative answer; Alchemy Bombs could stop the opponents temporarily, but definitely not for long. How many Alchemy Bombs would it take to eliminate Level 19 Fierce Half-rat men with the Power of Faith?

“But it’s also a method, Moer, choose a location, bury the Alchemy Bombs first, and detonate them when the Fierce Half-rat men emerge. Can you do it?”

“That’s no problem, our latest Alchemy Bombs can be totally controlled,” Moer confidently replied.

“Besides this, the Magic Industry Research Institute’s Dragon Hunting Crossbows need to be produced urgently, we need to manufacture all the heavy-duty crossbows.”

“Also, we need…” Just as Emi was issuing orders in quick succession, suddenly a figure appeared beside them.

A voice filled with certainty and confidence rang out.

“No, no need anymore.”

Everyone simultaneously turned their heads, and upon seeing who the person was, uncontrollable smiles appeared on their faces.

“Your Highness!!!”

The originally tense and even somber atmosphere underwent a huge reversal as soon as Lide appeared.

Although no one knew if Lide had made a breakthrough, the moment he appeared, everyone felt like they had regained their backbone.

The previous low spirit was wiped clean, and morale instantly soared to its peak.

Nothing calmed the heart more before a great battle than the return of the commander.

Some people are natural leaders.

And Lide was undeniably the master of this city, the supreme ruler of everyone.

His every move affected everyone.

“Your Highness, have you made a breakthrough?”

Hearing Emi’s question, everyone perked up their ears.

Just as Lide was about to respond, he suddenly sensed a strong aura of darkness permeating the air.

Turning his head towards the Land of Bone-Burying, a cold curve formed at his lips.

The Space Gate was undergoing disturbances at that moment, with the God of Plague expanding the Space Gate for the ninth time, and this time, his aura was more tyrannical than any previous instances.

“You all have done well recently; I can sense everything inside the Land of Bone-Burying.”

“I came out this time because that Evil God wants to conquer the Land of Bone-Burying in one swoop.”

“Next, we’re facing a war unlike any other…”

“As for making a breakthrough, perhaps I’ve obtained something… beyond your imagination.”

His words ended, and Lide took out a horn that flickered with thunder light, his deep eyes carrying an arrogance no one could fathom.

“I’ve stolen the Divine Position of that Evil God!”

A statement that shocked everyone into speechlessness, all stared wide-eyed and agape at Lide.

Their eyes full of disbelief.

Stealing the Divine Position of the God of Plague???

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