The game has become a real alternate world-Chapter 887 - 569: Betrayal

Under the rolling green clouds.

You might be able to smell the essence of this city—the putrid metallic odor, the scent of decaying earth and broken stones, a sour mix of various smells, and the musky secretion from millions of rats' glands.

The green dome crawls slowly in the high sky like a pouch filled with fluorescent pus, filtering sunlight into a morbid moss color.

The building cluster undulates in exhaust smoke and dust, grim as a malignant tumor. Rusted oil pipelines entwine, forming a skeleton; building debris bonded by some slime creating an exoskeleton.

Each house seems to breathe, with densely packed pores on the walls exhaling warm, moist air. Those are the blood vessels extending from the Underground Kingdom—within the intricate tunnels, transport rats drag glowing fungi with hardened tails, their eyes connecting into a jade-like star river in the darkness.

The chattering sound is squeaky, making one feel restless.

The garbage tower in the city's center pierces through the clouds, its steel surfaces encrusted with radioactive salt crystals.

If you look closely, you can see the spiral paths on the tower: Worker rats hooking onto steel cables to transport carrion, soldier rats licking bloodstained nails at outposts.

The Rat Priest, wrapped in a magic robe woven from scraps and pelts, gnaws on moldy leg bones to receive divine messages. And the spiral's end hides in the green mist, where the crackling of breaking bones continually emanates.

When the cloud layer was torn open by Spirit waves, the Evil Rat manifested.

Perhaps it is such an existence.

That thing, viewed from afar, doesn't seem like a creature but a manifestation of some concept—rotting fur wrapped around a human skull, tail vertebrae threaded with rusty keys, and what drips from its claw tips is not blood, but boiling tar.

It sits on a throne cast from various remains and biological teeth; whenever It chews the spines offered by followers, more fluorescent slime oozes from the tower.

For all the rats, it seems like the highest blessing. They all kneel on the ground, raising their fragile paws to receive the slime and pour it into their mouths.

Beside the throne, the Rat General and Rat Priest stand on either side, representing the highest rank of the rat hierarchy, clan leaders of various Clans, leaders of various Legions, priest chiefs of various Sects.

"Are you saying...the defensive line on the southwestern battlefield has been breached?"

A dull voice devoid of emotion rises at the spire's top, buzzing like a Spirit wave pouring into all the rats' ears present.

That is the voice of the Evil Rat.

A Rat General quivered, nodding.

"Void, Void! You despicable Four Gods, how dare you deceive me!"

The Evil Rat screeched, its fury soaring. The exhaust spire piercing the clouds shuddered with Its emotion, expelling vast amounts of energy, the frenzy pressing outward.

All the rats present knelt, trying to curl up tightly, trembling all over.

And beneath that spire, large groups of rats dropped their work, kneeling down, prostrating under the divine might of the Evil Rat.

But this roar was clearly insufficient to vent Its wrath.

Ever since the Evil Rat was born, It had never been as furious as now. With one claw, It grabbed a Rat General beside It.

The emerald eyes flickered with treacherous and venomous light, staring intently at the Rat General only as big as Its head.

"You, you abandoned your duty, disappointed me! How dare you come back? You should have been buried there with them!" 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Even with the rats' extreme fear of death, this Rat General could not open his mouth for any rebuttal, he could only curl up tightly, trembling all over.

Seeing this, the Evil Rat casually discarded him, smashing him against the adjacent wall.

"I need information, use your lives to find out what those humans are doing!"

The Void makes these fallen Evil Gods unable to peer into anything, their Power is useless before the Void.

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"The defensive line was breached? Was it caused by a Void Creatures attack?"

At the coastal edge, in a port city firmly controlled by Godslayer Chaos Forces, a Desire believer asked thus.

The reporting Chaos Assassin nodded: "Yes, before the Void, the rats' Legion stands no chance. Even with the remaining Power we left, they couldn't last more than a day.

Moreover, those Void Creatures divided into multiple armies, attacking from different directions, directly shattering the rats' Legion.

The Seventh Legion was completely annihilated, and afterwards, the rats entirely lost their courage, fleeing in disarray under the Void's attack."

Upon hearing this information, even the reckless, frenzied Blood God believer couldn't help but frown and said: "The Gate of Void is already out of control, we must leave here quickly; I have no desire to fight these disgusting creatures."

Fighting against Void Creatures, they had no desire to fight, nor could they feel any bloody thrill.

Of course, more importantly, they were simply not opponents and would fall further into depravity, becoming zombie-like Void existences after death.

At this point, even the usually silent Plague Believer spoke up: "Let's leave, my God's divine message cannot descend, my God's eye cannot see through."

Facing the Void, Plague and Desire Apostles were utterly helpless.

Even Shadow believers could choose to face head-on, and Blood God believers could at least fight reluctantly.

But they could only flee in haste.

Void Creatures are immune to all Spirit-based pollution and control; in this aspect, they are supreme existences.

Listening to this information, the Shadow Apostle stood still, pondering something unknown.

He had just learned quite a bit, but the information received contradicted earlier conjectures.

The Gate of Void indeed lost control, Void Creatures indeed began to freely attack.

The Night Watcher was indeed struggling to resist Void Creatures, forming various encirclements, trying hard to narrow the Void Creatures' spread range.

All seemed normal, yet something was off.

"What are you still waiting for? If you want to stay here…" the Desire believer said.

The Shadow Apostle shook his head. No matter what, no matter the Night Watcher's response, it was meaningless now, there was no need to remain on this continent.

In the eyes of the Four Gods, this continent is rapidly being obscured.

Although if they wanted to see, they could still gather more information, but that meant they would get marked by the Void.

When the Void descends, if they are greedy and slow to act, they might very well be left behind.

Why hold onto this useless information residue, just let the Night Watcher and those rats meet the same end on this continent.

A multitude of ships started to set sail.

All Chaos Forces set sail to escape from here.

This event allowed the Void to penetrate deeper into this world, leaving little time for the Four Gods, they must reap more within this period.

This time they resolved, even if the Night Watcher catches a breather from the out-of-control Gate of Chaos crisis, they won't provoke anymore, but choose to evade.