Chapter 363 The Long Night (Part 4)
Rats gnawed at the fallen humans in the streets, but their kind did not roam the city for long.
The warriors of the Knights of Tal's Wrath responded to the call of the Grand Master and fought their way from the vast sea of rats to the presence of the Knight Commander.
The feathers of the half-griffin were completely dyed red in just a few minutes, and the fifty inner rings arrived at the place where the Grand Master called for help almost at the same moment.
Perhaps these wingless monsters are not as deadly as griffins, but compared to creatures other than griffins, they are also top predators.
Every Tal Knight has a demi-griffin mount. This is not the Knights Temple, but it is an organization that is better than the Knights Temple and only recruits the best hunters.
Anyone who wants to join the Knights Templar must go through the trial of taming a demi-griffon on their own.
A melodious bell sounded on the ground, and the rampant rats went crazy in the sound of the bell like dying warriors, completely losing their former timidity.
The Grand Commander of "Tal's Wrath" did not hesitate, holding up his sword and leading his knights to charge towards the City Hall in the west of the city.
The sudden attack of the rats disrupted the deployment and communication between the various military organizations in the city. After the electors lost contact, it was time for him to exercise his subjective initiative.
Perhaps the White Wolf Knights would choose to clear the streets directly. They have enough manpower. Ordinary White Wolf Knights may not have as much combat experience as the Inner Ring, but they can also do their part in the chaos.
But the Knights of Tal's Wrath do not have the same conditions as the White Wolf. Their extremely high entry rules separate them from the mortal world and also make them lose their backbone.
They can only perform missions that do not require as many people as possible, such as defending the Elector.
Ikit mixed in with the engineering warlocks and carefully moved his position in the streets and alleys of humans.
The Grey Prophet, who deserved to be cursed by the Horned Rat, did what every Grey Prophet would do - persecute his fellow Grey Prophet with the same grey fur. They always believed that they were the only legitimate spellcasters in the underground world.
How could they let the warlocks inspect and deploy dimensional weapons on the front line? If it wasn't a special envoy of the Council of Thirteen, the warlocks would have already arranged for the Eshin assassins.
Moving on the ground is a difficult task. The sound of human gunfire always makes the warlocks tremble involuntarily. They know better than anyone that that shot can take their lives.
Fortunately, the accuracy of humans' weapons is the same as that of slave rats, and these sorcerers who deliberately hide their bodies are not noticed by humans. I hope so.
The endless tide of rats brought them an unrealistic sense of security. All they could hear were the screams of humans after their failed resistance. The rats occupied every street in an orderly manner, and the selected slave rats began to operate the dimensional stone machine guns to fight back at the human fortress.
The dimensional bullets created a green rain in the air. It was ridiculous that humans didn't have such weapons.
In the City Hall, when the first musketeer was hit by the bleak green ray, the Elector of Talabek quickly changed his tactics - his personal guards, the five inner ring knights of the Red Shield Knights, had led their knight companies to launch a surprise attack from the side of the gun position, and they would appear at the enemy's musket position.
Humans can no longer have the long-range advantage, and these strange-looking beastmen will cause heavy casualties to the musketeers. Every imperial soldier is determined to sacrifice his life, but as an elector, he should not let the soldiers die in vain.
Perhaps it would be time to unveil the Imperial Academy's experimental weapons, which might lead to accidents, rather than leaving the musketeers waiting in the fortress for the enemy to approach.
Count Krieglitz ordered the defenders to assemble a special musket developed by imperial scholars - a revolving musket. After the death of scholar Midir, scholar Klaus perfected it, but a suitable substitute for its barrel material has not yet been found. The scholar in charge of researching the synthetic material died in an explosion.
If it weren't for the last resort, Count Kriglitz would not want to move it to the battlefield. It was too unstable. Not only was it difficult to assemble, but it was also prone to jamming.
The beams of the dimensional stone machine gun illuminated half of the city. The weak human muskets were silenced in front of the dimensional stone device. The green light illuminated Ikit's hideous smile. It turned out that it was more creative than human scholars. Humans had never thought of tying the gun barrels together.
It’s a pity that this simple creation cannot prove Ikit’s genius thinking. It has to create more destructive weapons to make the entire underground world cheer for it.
A burst of strange gunshots startled the engineer who was moving along the corner to the next location.
The dimensional machine gun does not have such a harsh sound. It is more like the number of human muskets has suddenly increased dozens of times.
Humanity has 10,000 more musketeers? Ikit looked curiously towards the east, towards the human city hall, and his smile disappeared in the brief gaze.
Balls of flames burned on the human towers, gunpowder tore through the air, and at one point the fire even spread hundreds of meters away.
The ratmen who were surrounding the tower fell down in large numbers. In just a breath, countless ratmen fell on the way forward.
The number of slave rats is endless, and they don't have to worry about losses at all, but the rapidly spreading death has awakened the fear of the rats. Some cowards have appeared, and more and more slave rats dare not rush out of their shelters.
They are waiting for their kind to come to their aid, but without their cover, how could humans ignore the underground excavation works?
Not only the slave rats, but also the engineers who were supposed to replenish the dimensional stone equipment and install the dimensional stone cannons in time did not dare to move.
In just a few seconds, the deafening sound of gunfire was like running water, spreading death to even farther places. The replenishment of slave rats could not even keep up with the losses, and the encirclement was retreating step by step.
Rays of green light swam around and covered the tower, suppressing the fire into sporadic flames in time, but the dead humans failed to scare the defenders, and after a brief ceasefire, the muzzles of the guns would soon light up with red flames again.
As explosions occurred behind the rat pack, the ratmen's long-range support even fell into a disadvantage.
This is not right, why don't their guns explode? Maybe the warlocks should work together to throw a dimensional storm at the tower, but they don't want to fight against human wizards. It's better to let the Grey Prophet do this kind of troublesome work. The Grey Prophet didn't even recite a spell, which already showed the intensity of the battle at the spell level.
Perhaps the Horned Rat responded to Ikit's curse, and more and more human guns overheated, exploding into balls of brilliant fireworks.
But the Skaven's firepower was also abnormally weakening.
When the air fell silent again and darkness enveloped the city again, Ikit finally realized that their dimensional stone devices had also exploded.
The sound of human gunfire rang out again, but this time it was no longer as violent as a storm, and it seemed that they did not have many gunpowder devices.
(End of this chapter)
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