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In an instant, the ratmen erupted with earth-shattering battle cries and howls!

Salidi gazed blankly at the scene before him; to his eyes, this war had finally come to an end.

There was no excess excitement or sorrow—he had believed from the very beginning that the ratmen would never fall, that they would surely claim ultimate victory. It was a profound faith difficult for others to comprehend.

At the center of the battlefield, Viktor screamed hoarsely toward the sky, a storm of complex emotions brewing within him. Had he chosen to retreat as he once considered, the outcome would have been unimaginable.

Why? Why did I lose faith in my own people?

He was lost in deep confusion.

The other ratmen had no such distractions; witnessing Johnny slay Muradin stirred an overwhelming emotion they could barely contain.

Wendy, Old Sha, and other leaders wept bitterly—perhaps moved that the ratmen had finally defended their homeland, or grieved over the immense, unimaginable cost paid. But in the end, they had won.

...

Johnny retrieved the battle knife that had been blasted away, raising it high as he stood at the forefront of the ratmen. His gaze, sharp and murderous, fixed upon the dwarves before him, whose will to fight had utterly vanished.

Though the enemy still held numerical superiority, they had lost all fighting spirit in the face of Johnny.

“My brethren! Raise your weapons and drive these humans from our home!”

“Kill without mercy!”

A sharp hiss rang out.

...

At the moment the King of the Hills fell, Xue Hui immediately received news of the hero’s death.

A surge of indescribable resentment churned within him; he knew this battle was his defeat!

Yet he could neither accept nor endure the outcome.

Nearly twenty thousand human allied troops were on the brink of total annihilation.

It was a devastating setback—without several years, there would be no hope of leaving the Palando Plateau again.

Burning with rage, he spat a mouthful of blood, barely able to stand.

Beside him, Liu Wei stood stunned, his mind blank.

He understood that once the ratmen’s morale ignited, combined with the lizardmen’s inside assistance, their side had no chance of victory.

Feng Wanqing sobbed uncontrollably—not only from the defeat but also from seeing Xue Hui’s dazed state. Yet now was no time to linger on grief.

Those human warriors who survived this battle would become the backbone of future forces.

“Everyone! Cover the Commander-in-Chief’s retreat!”

This was her first order since following Xue Hui into battle—helpless and heartbroken.

“Everyone, retreat immediately! Do not linger in battle! Retreat, retreat!”

Jin Li shouted hoarsely, trying to mask his unbearable pain.

He knew better than anyone what losing this battle meant.

Over two thousand troops formed a protective shield to resist the pursuing ratmen, while two hundred remained to cover the rear—Xue Hui’s elite Warhammer Corps, the only ones who would stand firm at the crucial moment.

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