The game has become a real alternate world

"The thrill of battle, the need for brutal slaughter, the lust for thick blood."

The cultist shouted loudly.

"Yes, I hear it, it is the Purgatory leading to endless battles!"

Vite spoke, his eyes completely consumed by a crimson hue, his entire centaur body enlarged by a mysterious Power, starting to swell.

The already robust muscles inflated further, with bulging veins distinctly exposed.

The dark gray fur began to turn bloody, original head sprouting curved horns upward.

The braided strands in the horse tail, bones grew out from the flesh, becoming a tail resembling a lizard.

Vite had completely transformed into a monster, devoured by the Abyssal Hell where the Demon dwelled.

Though the two had just met, they remained silent.

Accompanied by companions who'd also fallen into monstrosity, slowly walked onto the grasslands.

Aura of madness dispersed over their bodies.

To avoid being detected by the enemy.

The Night Watcher, constantly tracking them, stayed in a location out of enemy sight.

Judged the enemy's position through the red dot on the map.

"The animals in the forest are in fear."

Robbie stood on top of a tree, watching the birds scatter and fly away.

The information from below was being transmitted from here.

Centaur Camp.

Inside the Chieftain's tent.

The Chieftain was in the center of the tent, slowly grinding the Weapon in his hand, which looked like a rather sturdy Long Spear.

"Are there enemies?" Andrew asked puzzled beside him.

After all, the Chieftain hadn't fought for a long time; since the Night Watcher arrived, most dangers around had been cleared away by them.

The Chieftain suddenly began to sharpen his Weapon.

The Chieftain shook his head: "Just want to take care of 'old friend'."

Andrew had no doubts.

Until Raelia walked in, glanced at Andrew, then at the Chieftain, said nothing, and walked out silently.

Just as Andrew was wondering, the Chieftain stopped sharpening the Weapon and started organizing.

...

In Kana's office.

Alyris received the information, "Your Highness, the enemy has started moving, heading toward the Centaur Camp."

Upon hearing this, Kana shifted his attention and nodded.

Standing up, he took Alyris and Bobo and walked outside.

A necessary number of Night Watchers had already ambushed around there.

Kana quickly arrived at a distance from the Centaur Camp.

Unable to see the situation in the Centaur Camp from here, only able to watch the red dots on the map slowly approaching the camp.

"It's going to be dark." Bobo murmured.

At this time, the Centaur Camp still seemed peaceful.

A part of the Night Watcher was inside the camp, which was usual.

They seemed to be hauling goods and exchanging with the Centaur Camp, engaging in trade.

A centaur woman appeared puzzled: "Didn't they come just a few days ago? Why come again? Anything new?"

Another centaur woman who went to check the goods shook her head: "No, it's still the same stuff, but there's more wine."

"Is it? Then I must go get a few bottles." After speaking, this woman returned to her tent and fetched some animal skins.

"Wait, your son returned from hunting."

Upon hearing this, the woman turned her head.

From afar, she saw a small group of centaurs dragging prey back to the camp.

She hurried and waved her hand, rushing over.

A somewhat young centaur warrior, dragging a deer along.

"Mother, did you see? A big stag."

The young centaur boasted to his mother.

Son, for mother, his mother smiled brightly at her son's catch, eyes filled with pride.

"Look at this wound, pierced from the side of the chest, downed it with just one arrow. I was 30 strides away at the time."

"Yes, yes, you're the best. In one or two years, you'll become a strong warrior of the tribe." The woman teased with a smile.

"Ha ha ha, I think one year is enough." The young centaur boasted smugly.

The woman just smiled, patted her son's shoulder: "Alright, let's head back, we'll handle the prey."

More women gathered to start dealing with these preys.

But no sooner had they put down the prey.

A sound came from afar, the sound of the horn.

Upon hearing this sound, the young centaur warrior, who was about to return, immediately turned his head.

Looking at the direction the sound came from.

Not just him, everyone in the camp who heard the sound looked towards that direction, some already headed there.

Two or three centaur warriors, running frantically.

They were wounded, covered in blood.

"Enemy! Vite and the others have turned into monsters!"

Leading centaur warrior shouted loudly, and before reaching, a slender Long Spear flew like a missile from afar.

In an instant, it Piercing through the centaur stomach, a huge Power, pinning him to the ground.

Even the surrounding soil was cracked by this tremendous Power.

The centaur immediately widened his mouth, spitting out a large amount of blood, and some fragments of flesh.

His eyelids slightly closed, seemingly about to pass out.

"Enemy attack, battle!"

A centaur shouted loudly.

The entire Centaur Camp immediately descended into chaos, all centaurs began pulling out Weapons from various places, gathering at the front of the camp, some wanting to assist their brethren.