Chapter 305: Borrowing but Not Returning
The slimy monsters leapt over the Stormvermin, blocking the only escape route for the Slave Rats and Clan Rats.
Death enveloped the Skaven in the long tunnel. The suffocating despair forced the rats to change their route. The slave rats and clan rats close to the rock wall were like dying survivors, constantly scratching the soil with their teeth and claws, and using their terrifying numbers to create a new escape route.
Countless ratmen died every second. They were eaten by their fleeing companions and crushed to death by the ubiquitous pushing.
The double-pronged death caused the survivors to burst out with unimaginable perseverance. They dug new tunnels at a speed visible to the naked eye, gnawing out paths to life.
By the time the blood mist from above fell with the corpses, the swarm of rats that had originally filled the tunnel had disappeared.
Lynch pushed through the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, and the only thing standing in his way was a Hell Pit Abomination.
And it's a mutant individual.
He had no interest in studying the physiology of rat-man-made creatures, but simply raised his weapon, ready to start another killing spree.
Just like every dragon that encountered a legendary knight, even when the little one made threatening movements, the ignorant Hell Pit Abomination did not raise its guard.
The so-called weapons are nothing but toothpicks to these giants. Would monsters without the sense of pain care about being pricked by a needle?
It just followed its instinct and slid towards the tiny food.
Unlike the Dragon Slayer, Lynch possesses the terrifying brute strength to wrestle with a dragon.
Every vampire who had ever hunted a behemoth had felt what the lizardman felt now, fighting a slow, huge, weak piece of meat.
The giant beast's slow movements seemed like a snail to Lynch. It had amazing power, enough to threaten Lynch's power, but it was unable to exert this power at all.
Brute force is a sword, but not all beings can wield this sword flexibly. In the eyes of those extraordinary beings who possess the same sharp sword, there is no difference between a clumsy sword wielder and an unarmed weakling.
Maybe there is. If you are attacked unexpectedly, the sword can cause minimal injuries.
But Linqi has a hunting sense that covers all angles.
The lizard man was so fast that he looked like an afterimage, and he charged straight into the Hell Pit Abomination that was waving its deformed short arms.
Before the giant beast opened its largest mouth, the scepter had already fallen on its head.
The hard stratum corneum skin of the Hell Pit Abomination shattered into powder in an instant, as if a giant had hit it hard on the head with a stick, and the ugly worm's head section full of mouthparts instantly shriveled up and turned into a pancake.
It didn't even have time to roar before it lost the ability to make a sound.
There are some good things about the creations of the Corrupted Clan.
At least its head wasn't blown up directly by Lynch, and its general outline was still left.
The beast's tenacious vitality allowed it to briefly resist death. Its hindquarters shook and struggled wildly, and its sharp leg joints banged around in the tunnel.
Lynch raised the scepter again and killed the middle part of the Hell Pit Abomination's body with a dull thud. When he advanced to the tail of the monster, he took the opportunity to kill the tail of the Hell Pit Abomination, allowing this tenacious monster to rest in peace.
Three consecutive dull noises were heard from the empty tunnel underground, and the sudden silence that followed made the warlord, who was about to lead the Storm Rats to finish off the group, pause suddenly.
In a flash, the experienced rat man made a decision.
"withdraw!"
That Hellpit Abomination was the pillar of the clan's dominance over western Kislev. If even it couldn't deal with the enemy, then the remaining five Rat Trolls would have no chance of resisting the invaders.
Although the thousands of storm rats are elite, in terms of strength, they are far inferior to the tide of rats surging like a fountain.
The rat tide failed to defeat the enemy, and the abominations in the Hell Pit seemed to have been killed. There was no need for the warlords to resist any longer.
With these elite troops, it can dominate wherever it goes. The underground kingdom has endless slaves for it to rule, so there is no need for it to waste time in one base.
The rats quickly evacuated the main road, not daring to turn back to take away the logistical supplies, and fled directly to the north along the escape passage.
When passing through the storage room on the way to escape, the warlord took away the emergency dry food in the secret room.
They planned to wait for the enemy to leave their underground lair before returning and taking away the clan's stored food.
As for the dimensional stone? Give it to the invader! He can take it if he wants it. Every ratman should get used to the pain of losing the dimensional stone and open up new veins later.
Because there are countless greedy and powerful enemies eyeing the power of the dimensional stone, they always like to plunder the weak underground clans.
Where is the food?
Lynch tried hard to track down the strange smell from the ubiquitous smell of blood. He sniffed out the possible escape route of the ratmen and the greasy and filthy radiation of the dimensional stone.
He went down the tunnel and arrived at the clan hall of the ratmen.
It was only then that he discovered the smell of moldy grain among the mess of strange odors.
Lynch located the ratman's food storage based on the smell. He first opened a secret passage and arrived at the ratman clan's dimensional stone storage room, which was often also a secret lounge for warlords.
The dimensional stone is of no use to him. Keeping this crystallized Isil energy would be a disaster, but there is no good way to destroy it.
It would be best to keep them hidden underground forever so that the terrifying energy they contain will never be stimulated.
A single chunk of warpstone is capable of shattering mountains in the hands of a skilled spellcaster, and just as it can wreak incredible destruction, its energies can also irreversibly corrupt the mortal world.
Magic's distortion of reality is always tainted, for it is itself a grotesque joke from Ithil.
It can turn the sky into earth, turn water into oil, give souls to inorganic matter, forever transform individuals under the radiation of its power, and cause normal creatures to suffer dual distortions in both soul and body.
It is the power of Tzeentch, an extension of the Way of Change.
It was the ancient saints' magical skills that dominated the universe that brought about irreversible destruction. The power from the God of Change can never be trusted. This is a bloody lesson.
Even now, the magic toad is still insisting on using the relatively docile magic energy that has been filtered and purified in the earth vein network.
Mortals had to rely on the changes that Tzeentch brought to the mortal world, because without the power to distort reality, mortals could not fight against demons who could also distort reality.
Even though magic will cause the mortal world to slide into the abyss, it cannot be completely abandoned.
Lynch knocked down the dome of the secret room and escaped from it before the rock fell, destroying the secret passage along the way.
He hurried to another secret room and violently opened a path to the ratmen's granary.
When the view in front of him suddenly became wider, a cave appeared in Lynch's sight.
Mountains of wheat grains and beans filled the vast underground caves.
A few of them have become moldy, but most of them are still fresh.
It seems that Lynch did not find the wrong clan. It was this group of ratmen who borrowed food from Lady Kislev, and now Lynch wants to borrow it back.
Maybe he should call the wizard. Just a few hundred soldiers are not enough to transport so much food, and it is not easy to transport it from underground to the ground.
(End of this chapter)
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