Chapter 377 The Long Night (XVIII)

The cries and struggles of the hot-blooded species penetrated the high walls of the temple, and the stench of rats and the grinding of rodents echoed in the ears of the warriors who were like stone statues.

Dust covered their scales, like ancient objects buried in the soil, these ancient guards blended perfectly into the temple.

The noise from the outside world did not affect the tranquility in the courtyard, which was still dead silent, like a jungle that had not yet been awakened.

The cold-blooded creature waited silently and continued to watch at his post.

The order given to them by the magic toad was to protect the temple, nothing else.

The fishy wind disturbed the temple, and the resistance and struggle of the hot-blooded creatures gradually subsided. The gnawing sounds approached this quiet place, and the shadowy and low figures made the stone statues in the temple tremble their eyelids slightly.

Yes, yes, victory is at hand, and all belongs to the Skaven Underworld.

Ikit Claw willingly served as the vanguard tactician. It wanted to take the opportunity to secretly take away a part of it and take a tiny bit of the kingdom's interests.

With a happy mood, the warlock kicked away the slave rats that were gnawing on the human corpse, stood on the second floor of the human hotel, and looked at the peaceful temple from afar.

The human soldiers were not there, and the stupid hairless things were all entrenched in the municipal center, where there seemed to be a powerful wizard, but that was not what Ikit needed to worry about.

The Grey Prophet will take care of everything, and Ikit only needs to take the fruits of victory step by step.

The cowardly and despicable creatures trampled on the masterpieces created by human craftsmen with great effort. The luxurious and ancient reliefs only hindered them from smashing and looting gold and silver. Their masters needed gold, which could be exchanged for human obedience and secret trade.

The worthless stone pillars were wantonly knocked down by groups of rat-men. Perhaps they symbolized the history of the human kingdom, or perhaps they were the greatest masterpieces of a certain master, but in the eyes of hungry slave rats, they were far less valuable than a moldy corn.

The gold and silver statues that could be taken away were snatched away by the rats, the portraits that only had artistic value were casually defiled and torn by the rats' claws, and the gold and silver threads on the cultural relics were roughly torn off, turning the priceless treasures into waste.

The irritable ratmen tend to use everything to vent their dissatisfaction with the world. All the cultural relics that cannot be taken away or are not worth looting become tools for the rats to play with.

Looting and smashing destroyed the outer hall of the temple. Half of the accumulation of the Daha religion since ancient times became parts in the claws of rats. The chaotic carnival continued until the rats climbed over the outer wall and arrived in front of the silent temple.

None of the slave rats recognized those hideous stone sculptures; they had never seen them before, and they didn't care about the creations of human civilization.

The hideous appearance of the statue brought a suppressed fear to the rats. When the rats sensed this trace of cowardice, their red eyes became even more crazy.

Push them down! Smash them!

The first slave rat who wanted to vent his fear stepped onto the stone steps, followed closely by hundreds of others. The desire for destruction grew in the hearts of these despicable creatures, and they were best at ravaging dead things.

But when the statues came right before their eyes, the slave rats suddenly hesitated.

Fear made them tuck their tails in uneasily and close their glands.

Just as they were about to tiptoe past the statue and enter the temple, a horrible accident happened.

The statues decorated with triangular bone helmets came alive, and the monsters wrapped in bronze armor and covered with a thick layer of dust suddenly jumped up, their unblinking, gem-like eyes turning cruelly.

Before they could dodge, the rats in the front row were smashed into pieces by the brutal force they unleashed.

The rats piled up in front of the temple were stunned for a moment, and their screams in unison sounded the sign of a rout. The statues shook off the dust on their bodies, revealing their even more hideous and terrifying bodies.

The panicked ratmen died one after another under the guns and sticks. Rows of hard-skinned guards slowly blocked the entrance of the temple, keeping a strict distance and forming a formation of halberds and shields.

Ikit's direct clan rats reported the abnormal escape of the slave rats. The great engineer warlock hesitantly looked at the temple in the center of the city with the help of a lens, only to see a large number of slave rats evacuating from the temple.

This group of idiots did not die in the human trap that Ikit had expected, but instead died in the trampling in the chaos.

The Grand Karcist moved forward a few blocks again, chose a more suitable viewing position, and once again used the telescope to peek at the temple.

Some familiar yet unfamiliar figures appeared in Ikit's sight. They were equipped with heavy and exquisite halberds, with mysterious symbols surrounding them. The scales under the animal bone helmets made Ikit feel nervous. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, but when he looked again, there was still a group of cold-blooded creatures there.

This is not right.

The bronze armor and the sturdy bodies far beyond those of ordinary lizardmen revealed their identities - the personal guards of the big toad.

A chill could not be suppressed from the tail of Ikit. It knew that these were a group of extremely powerful defenders who would fight to the death. They were elite soldiers that would only appear in the deepest part of the Lizard Temple City.

Use Ikit's magic to deal with these hard-skinned things? Don't be ridiculous. Lizards like to use obsidian as weapons or shields. Even if you don't consider their own strong physique, Ikit is not confident that he can use the dimensional stone at hand to gather a dimensional storm that is enough to shatter anti-magic substances. This kind of hard work must be done by the Gray Prophet.

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The Grand Warlock reacted quickly and understood why the Grey Prophet readily agreed to let it be the commander of the vanguard - that scoundrel had long known that there was a legion of lizards here.

Perhaps I should use sacrifice to summon an army of demons. Ordinary demons don't like to fight these hard-scaled creatures, let alone ratmen. Only the crazy people of the Plague Clan like cold-blooded creatures.

Ikit wanted to turn around and leave to loot other parts of the city, but he had already accepted the order and could only tackle this tough problem under the watchful eye of the Rat God.

Many slave rats must die to exhaust the guards' strength. Ikit cannot rely on his soldiers. He must contact the Clan of Eshin to steal. Otherwise, by the time he captures the temple, everything will be over.

As wave after wave of slave rats were driven into the halberds, all they received was death.

Everyone knows that once the guards' halberd formation is broken up and the battle enters the close combat stage, the advantage of order will not be that great.

The short weapons of the rats would actually gain a great advantage at that time, and the clumsy long spears of the cold-blooded would be unable to hold their own in the rat tide.

But ideas and reality are often inconsistent. Even humanity’s most outstanding halberd legions cannot replicate the stubborn resistance of these monsters.

Neither the warlock's magical intimidation nor the ratmen warriors who kept looking for gaps to try to get into the formation caused the halberd formation to waver.

They couldn't even get close. The lizardmen seemed to be able to sense each other's thoughts. Every time the rats created a gap in the shield formation, the gap would be filled by the cold-blooded creatures in the next instant.

(End of this chapter)