The longest night had finally passed.
Yet peace and light were still nowhere in sight—or perhaps they would never come.
Throughout the entire garrison zone spanning hundreds of miles, the chaos that had plunged the Great Horned Legion into eternal damnation continued.
And, like dozens of tornadoes crashing savagely together, it only grew more and more intense.
Rumors that "the Ancient Dream Saintess had been assassinated, Black Horn City's food stores had all been burned, and even the Great Horned Rat God had utterly abandoned us" had already spread like a burning virus to the Third-Line Troops at the very edge of the Great Horned Legion's garrison zone.
Thanks to the fierce sunlight and exceptional visibility, the soldiers of these Third-Line Troops could clearly see the massive column of smoke rising from the direction of Black Horn City, even from dozens of miles away.
And before the eyes of many High Priests and lower-ranking commanders, whose senses were particularly keen and whose Brain Ports had long been opened by the Ancient Dream Saintess, there constantly appeared the grotesque, hideous, nauseating image of the Zombie Rat God.
Unconsciously, they became signal relay stations and amplifiers.
Using their own Brainwaves, they enhanced and magnified the Zombie Rat God's image, then projected it onto the visual nerves of the surrounding soldiers.
The final shred of morale among the ratman warriors, who had long since run out of food and ammunition, collapsed in an instant and vanished like smoke.
Not to mention that many ratman warriors had originally been equipped with fragments of Totem Armor.
As their faith crumbled and their minds broke, they could no longer control these killing machines that contained ancient, extraordinary technology.
As the quasi-Liquid Metal substances within their bodies multiplied, mutated, and erupted in great quantities.
They all became