The game has become a real alternate world

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

The sound of two arrows piercing the air.

Two knights, who were chatting idly, fell directly from their horses. One knight's head was hit directly by an arrow, which pierced into his eye socket.

The other knight met an even more tragic fate. A long spear pierced through his neck, emerging from the back of his head.

Killed instantly without any resistance, not even making a sound.

George and Raelia both turned their heads and nodded.

"Experienced."

After taking out the two patrolling figures, the group did not venture further inside.

With night vision, Kana could clearly see Grey Fang riding a winged dragon, landing atop the lighthouse.

You can't expect a winged dragon landing there without causing some noise.

Upon hearing the noise from the top, two bloodborne sentinels leaned against the edge, raising their heads to look up.

At the instant they raised their heads.

Doom befell them.

A long spear thrust down from above, piercing one of the bloodborne's heads directly.

The other bloodborne widened his eyes in horror, just about to scream. A bird-beast with a sharp beak pecked down.

The winged dragon's sharp beak shattered his face, but it clearly underestimated the sentinel's life force. Pain caused him to instinctively cry out loudly.

A piercing scream tore through the sky.

"We've been exposed! Charge!"

Kana shouted, and the group hidden in the surroundings rushed inside the walls at once.

The fastest, Raelia, lifted her long spear, with flames forming a sharp cone at the tip.

With her charging momentum, a blaze enveloped her.

"Boom!"

The wooden gate of the wall shattered with a deafening sound.

Raelia charged inside first.

Everyone followed closely behind her.

Clearly, although the scream pierced through the air, the enemy didn't react instantly; some even thought they had misheard.

Some ran out still dressing.

But with the gate's shattering, they realized the enemy had arrived.

"Thunderbolt! Punish these wicked cultists!"

Lurik shouted.

A rumbling thunderbolt descended directly from the dark sky, illuminating the surroundings.

As lightning struck, dense electric lights spread around, incapacitating many enemies who couldn't even make it out the door, not even knowing who their enemies were, and were stunned to the ground.

Brilliant holy light descended above the camp, illuminating clearer than the lighthouse.

Holy light punished evil.

The blood race alongside the followers of the Evil God.

The holy light even made these cultists unable to open their eyes, some feeling their skin burning painfully, rolling on the ground.

"Exterminate them, leave none alive."

Kana's voice reached every night watcher's ear.

"Attack! Slay the wicked, we are the watchers of the night!" Getai shouted, charging in swinging a warhammer.

Kana observed the ongoing battle from a rooftop, not recklessly joining the fight.

As both sides clashed, Kana noticed the enemies seemed generally weak.

He estimated the weakest ones might be only level three or less, even the strongest just barely level four, and those were sparse.

In this case, he didn't need to fight for his subordinates' experience.

Lurik clearly understood too, dropping a thunderbolt for large-scale control, and stayed on the periphery, vigilant with his warhammer.

Lurik's level was two higher than Kana, participating in battle would cause mass slaughter, yet gain little experience.

He had deeply realized this in their previous, separate battles.

Bobo had explained this as well.

Try to engage in battles against equal-level opponents, or overcome stronger foes.

Those weaker than oneself, let the younger night watchmen handle if possible.

This excellent tradition should be established from the founding of the night watchers.

The scene unfolded just as Kana expected.

Stronger individuals like Alyris faced the more powerful enemies.

Though the so-called stronger enemies were dispatched within a few rounds at their hands. If they chose to take some injuries deliberately, they could take out the enemy in one or two rounds.

The dwarfs' battle style needed no worry, blessed as they were, only fought more skillfully.

The cultist camp was swiftly cleared.

The whole process took less than twenty minutes.

Kana sat at the lighthouse's edge, scratching his head: "Were they all so weak? Was this camp perhaps inconsequential?"

Regarding this camp, Kana truly had no impression; the lighthouse, he often saw passing by the seaside.

Momentarily perplexed, Kana took a few steps down and jumped off.

The night watchers were already cleaning the battlefield, checking the surroundings.

From the start, those holding [Light Chasing Stone] knew their target was here.

The more detailed search was left to them.