Chapter 87 This is not scientific

"Ger!"

"Big muscle tyrant!"

The screaming greenskins shouted the name of their leader. The orc warrior who could smash the city walls with his fists seemed to be blessed by some kind of power and became even more unstoppable.

Thirteen rat trolls appeared in the rat tide, and they rushed towards the orc warlord, leaving thirteen bloody trails along the way.

These rat trolls are the creation of the Corrupted Clan, a fusion of ratmen and ogres.

But before they could knock down the general, he used a simple stone hammer to knock them away like balls.

Lynch looked at the rat troll that exploded into a bloody mist in mid-air and focused his attention slightly.

This orc warrior seems to be stronger than the one we met before!

Fortunately, its weapons are simple, and Lynch can defeat it directly with the help of the magic weapon.

After the greenskins have caused enough damage to the rat tide, Lynch will behead the orc general and disperse the green tide.

A filthy flag emerged from the pit, with the half-rotted corpse of a Skink hanging from its pole.

The creaking chanting surpassed the screams of the rat tide and overwhelmed the "waagh" of the green tide! Thousands of plague monks crawled out of the deep pit one after another, chanting the blasphemous poems of the rat god and slowly approached the green tide.

They mixed in with ordinary rats. There was nothing unusual at first, but after a few breaths, large groups of rats fell down, causing waves in the rat tide.

The chanting of the Book of Woe quickened in tempo, and these horrible plague-bearers seemed to whip themselves into a frenzied rage.

As soon as the greenskin rushed to the Plague Monk, he was cut into several pieces by the mucus-covered machete.

The hungry ratmen rushed over desperately to have a feast. The slave rats ate the greenskin's body and fell dying at the feet of the plague monk.

The big guy chopped off the Plague Monk's hand, but the orc showed no pain at all. Instead, it took the opportunity to pounce on the big guy and bit off the orc's neck with its fangs.

Some Plague Monks carry strange Plague Censers, which are hollow, spiked metal balls attached to long chains.

These Plague Censer Monks lag behind the rat tide to perform the final part of the unholy ritual.

In the twisted hymns of the Book of Pain, the Plague Censer stuffed the sphere with fragments of warpstone and poured the terrible infectious virus into the sphere.

The evil runes on the plague incense burner lit up with a dark green light, and wisps of light green gas emanated from the holes in the iron ball.

The ratmen around them rolled over and screamed, with pustules appearing on their bodies.

As the Plague Censer swayed as it moved, more green smoke filled the battlefield.

The rat tide was interrupted, and was replaced by an even more terrifying sea of ​​green fog and poison.

Death is spreading, but fortunately the battlefield is no longer on Lynch's side.

Crazy storms of flesh and blood exploded at the junction of the green tide and the rat tide.

Even if they have to chop off the Plague Monk's head, they will swing their machetes instinctively.

The poisonous fog following closely behind the rat pack drifted among the greenskins, and the tenacious orcs suffocated to death in pain.

What Lynch fears most are these plague monks, as they can cause great harm to ordinary cold-blooded species.

These were a group of extreme horned rat worshippers. Each Plague Monk was filled with the virus, and their self-inflicted wounds were oozing pus. Just one drop was enough to contaminate a pond.

When Lynch fought against the Plague Monks, he felt their extraordinary power.

Plague monks are very thin, but the deformed virus has given them extraordinary toughness.

Only by completely dismembering it can the Plague Monk's march be stopped! Lynch clenched the scepter tightly, and it seemed that the greenskin could not hold on any longer.

But contrary to Lynch's expectations, this group of greenskins who were fighting wildly quickly adapted to the poisonous fog.

The plague killed half of the Savage Orcs, and then they could no longer survive.

The violent green tide's war roars became louder and louder, and the orc warrior became more and more ferocious, gradually deviating from the level of a normal creature.

The orc warrior smashed the leading plague priest to death with a hammer, causing the earth to tremble.

"Ger! Big muscle tyrant!"

The tsunami-like green tide frightened the bright moon in the sky, and the warrior's heavy breathing sounded like the roar of a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

The orc warlord's breathing blew away the poisonous fog. The green battle patterns on his body emitted a rich light, which bounced off the rain of arrows from the clan rats.

This is unscientific!

But it's magical.

Lynch became serious. This orc was already able to wrestle with the bloodthirsty demon.

waagh?

Did the green-skinned god show up?

Get rid of it, don't let it develop any further.

But the rat swarm is also a big problem. Lynch can't be sure whether this ratman clan has any special means.

The roar of some kind of engine was heard, and two ratmen wearing goggles, riding two huge round wheels, jumped out from the bottom of the deep pit.

Countless rats provided power between the circular wheels. This funny and bloody machine made Lynch give up the idea of ​​entering.

The Plaguebringer of Clan Pestilence, the Warpstone Device of Clan Skryre, and what about the other clan?

The Corrupted Clan? Only a few rat trolls?

Each of the large clans of ratmen has its own hidden tricks, and they are all unique.

The Corrupted Clan are experts in biochemical modification, and the Rat Trolls are their distorted creations.

Let the green tide and the rat tide fight each other, Lynch decided to reap the benefits.

The Wheel of Destruction crushed countless slave rats along the way, galloping through the green tide. As it moved, countless dimensional lightning bolts fell from the void, striking to death any fish that escaped the net.

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The black and green dimensional arrows turned the big guys who dared to face the giant ship into ashes, and the driver drove towards the dense green tide with a chuckle.

The orc general roared and chased after him, knocking down countless wild orcs on the way.

More ratmen emerged from the deep pit, including a weapons team carrying revolver barrels.

The moment they saw these dangerous creatures, Lynch and Asur stopped watching the show.

They hid behind the railings to avoid being affected.

Although the ratmen's warpstone guns could not penetrate their scales or enchanted armor, who would be willing to take a few more warpstone bullets? The ratmen built rattlings in pairs, which were their creations that they stole from human gunpowder.

The terrified gunman manipulated the weapon, the barrel began to rotate, and the huge recoil almost blew the gunman away.

Green rays shot out like hail, firing two hundred warpstone bullets every minute.

The ray moved among the ratmen, killing many of its kind before barely moving into the green tide.

This is a very difficult weapon to aim, but what it lacks in accuracy it makes up for in its rain-like beams.

The ratmen reloading their ammunition tried their best to aim, and the shooters screamed in fear.

Just as it started up, the Ratlin exploded.

Clouds of green smoke exploded behind the rat tide, and the deformed screams of other operators were like death warrants.

From time to time, the ammunition would jam, sending fireworks to the operator and the unfortunate people passing by.

In just a moment, dozens of Ratlins were destroyed, and only a dozen relatively stable ones were left.

Lynch knew that it was only a matter of time before they killed him.

The green tide seemed to have no end, and more and more greenskins joined the "waagh".

Some ratmen with spears joined the battlefield, trying to snipe the orc warrior who was getting stronger and stronger.

There was a roar coming from the deep pit, as if a huge creature was climbing up little by little.

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These chapters are mainly to introduce the rat people to those who don’t know them well, and I won’t write about them in detail later.

There is also the special green tide, a branch line that connects the past and the future

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The preparations for this small main plot are being accelerated. Some friends should have guessed that the focus of this chapter is on the sea, and the land is just a transition.

The plot on land is to explain why the forces of those forces go to the sea to fight each other. In the end, all the lines converge into a big mix that many book friends like. 　　In the middle, there are information about various forces, some humanities and customs, and the protagonist's thinking, paving the way for the third and fourth volumes 　　 　 (this chapter is over)