Chapter 279 The Last Light of Hope (VII)
The turmoil in the world above ground brought a heavy blow to the underground. Many tunnels partially collapsed, which seriously hindered the movement of the rat swarm.
For the Corrupted Clan, time has become urgent with the arrival of the Lizardmen. The rat trainers must capture enough humans and create enough excellent mutant individuals to resist the enemy before the cold-blooded creatures come to their door.
The huge rocks blocking each section of the tunnel were like a needle piercing the ratman leader's eye, becoming more annoying than ever before.
They have to clear the path before the slave rats eat all the other slave rats.
At the shouts of their leaders, groups of ratmen rushed into the collapsed area in front, driving away the mutated pangolins and rat trolls carrying tools, and disappeared into the darkness under the broken rocks.
Violent knocking sounds came from the front, and the warlord in charge of commanding this legion showed a satisfied smile. It seems that these wastes are not useless. It sounds like they are digging very well.
The sound of collision gradually approached, and the echo, which was so huge that it did not seem like something a ratman could produce, made the warlord suspicious. A huge Hell Pit Abomination walked past the warlord, blocking its view of the collapsed area and also blocking the echo coming from afar.
The huge monster cleared the rocks as it moved, and after a moment, it disappeared into the darkness.
The warlord no longer suspected anything else and continued to send swarms of rats forward to increase excavation efficiency.
So what if there is danger? Anyway, it won't be the one facing danger.
The warlord touched a long beard beside his mouth, looked uneasily at the darkness in front of him, and moved back a distance without making a sound.
There may be something extra in the tunnel in the south. At this time, the low-level ratmen should be allowed to play a role. As the more useful high-level ratmen, the warlord feels that their lives are more precious than slaves.
The warlord, who was as big as an ogre, pushed back the tide of rats, yelling and urging them on with his whip, while moving further and further away from the tunnel to the south.
There are not many ratmen who can maintain their sanity through biochemical transformation. It must be Lord Slot's proudest work. Its future is bright, and it will not foolishly challenge possible dangers.
"Failure! Failure!"
In the deep pit of hell, in a cave illuminated by the green light of dimensional stone, hysterical screams frightened the creatures in the iron cages.
Even the bravest dwarf lost his initial courage in the cage filled with excrement and flesh, and shrank his body like the elf in the iron cage opposite.
The ten dungeons were originally filled with humanoid creatures, but after half a month, there were only less than twenty test subjects left.
In a rage, the "Unclean One" Slott used his third arm to push over the bottles and jars filled with light green liquid on the stone table. The glass that pierced its skin restored its sanity and allowed it to continue its mutation experiments.
The biochemical master used his left eye of the dimensional stone to look at the elf in the cage. The ridiculously fat mouse opened the mechanism and released the next unlucky guy.
Under the dwarf's gloating gaze, the iron gate that imprisoned the elf slowly rose. When the dwarf noticed that there was no fear in the elf's eyes, but a flash of malice, he stopped smiling.
It seems that this sissy was not tortured to the point of collapse.
Elves are almost synonymous with agility, so when he suddenly jumped up and instantly sent a sharp rock into the ratman's chest, the dwarf was not surprised and even slapped the iron cage to cheer for him.
Amid the dwarves' laughter, Slott angrily reached out to grab the elf, but missed.
He had already ridden on Slote's head without knowing it, and even broke Slote's neck.
Unruly test subjects always resist like this. Even mice will bite back fiercely when the experimenter is not paying attention.
However, there has never been a precedent of a test subject being sent in and then leaving without being modified.
This is the deepest part of the Hell Pit.
Behind the head of the apparently dead "Unclean One", a tentacle with dimensional stone blades sewn together broke through the skull at lightning speed, directly nailing the elf who was unable to react in time to death in mid-air.
The tentacles brought out only blood, no brain matter.
The tentacles retracted into Slott's brain in the blink of an eye, and the wound healed in just an instant.
This biological expert had already moved his brain to a new storage room. A year ago, a slave rat who didn't know how to live or die inspired Slott. After squeezing out its knowledge, Slott carried out a comprehensive transformation on himself.
Its self-healing ability, which was already stronger than that of a troll, is now comparable to that of a Nurgle demon. More importantly, it no longer has any vital points, because this body is just a puppet controlled remotely by the brain and has synesthesia.
When Slott makes another technological breakthrough, he will be confident that he can seize the position of "Lord of the Pack" Womenkin and become a member of the Council of Thirteen.
Slott used his two more normal hands to turn his head back into the correct position and turned to look evilly at the dwarf.
An evil gaze pierced through the rock and fell on Lynch. According to his excellent memory, the gaze belonged to Uzul.
It seems that Teclis's magic was completely ineffective. No, at least Abel was gone.
Lynch knocked away the rocks above and raised his staff to block the sword that Uzul was stabbing from the side. With his advantage in strength, the lizard man gained the upper hand in the wrestling in an instant, and the staff chopped towards the bloodletter with unstoppable force.
But he only hit the empty shadow, the speed of the vampire champion was also incredibly fast.
The omnipresent chaotic energy enveloped Lynch, seriously affecting his perception of the enemy, which made it impossible for him to easily identify the enemy's position as before.
The disappearing bloodletting vampire was like a sword hanging over his head, threatening Lynch at all times.
The dense footsteps approached the crater. Lynch first saw the upper body of a giant, followed by the figures of many Chaos Warriors appearing from above.
The lizardman decisively went up the slope and crashed into the Chaos battle group, using the Chaos humans to block the vampire's sight.
There are insurmountable differences between different races. Relying on his heavy body, Lynch can move freely among the Chaos Warriors. Pieces of flesh keep flying out and heavily armored warriors are constantly blown into the sky by brute force.
Uzul doesn't have that weight.
The Vampire Champion wanted to attack again, but the Chaos Warriors who were rushing towards Lynch one after another seriously hindered it. It could only kill those who blocked its way and slowly approach the target.
At the same time, it also has to be wary of possible attacks from behind, as it does not have thick scales like a lizardman.
This made Uzul choose the old way - everything that stood in the way of the championship match had to die.
The vampire champion temporarily stopped attacking Lynch and turned to hack at the Chaos warriors nearby. The two champions set off a bloody storm among the Chaos warriors and continued to move southward.
(End of this chapter)
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