Chapter 378 The Long Night (XIX)
The corpses of the ratmen filled the steps in front of the temple, and their blood soaked the entire courtyard, but the ratmen still continued to try to get into the temple, stepping on the pool of blood.
More and more rats were trampled to death. In this chaotic place, just falling down meant death.
The huge swarm of rats pushed the unlucky ones in the front row to the front of the halberds, but the desperate ratmen could only greet the end in vain when faced with the neat and uniform line.
The border between the two sides became a land of death, with corpses piled up one after another, and the rats rushing forward became piles of corpses of varying thicknesses.
More rats tried to find another shortcut. The temple of Daha was decorated with marble and bronze, and the rodents easily used their sharp teeth to grind out marks, and then expanded them into gaps.
Surrounding the ancient temple, the rats created dozens of gaps with their numbers.
But when the rats entered the temple from underground, the sky, and the sides, what greeted them in the interconnected passages and open spaces were still "statues" buried in dust.
The temple guards, awakened by the intruders, ruthlessly crushed the rat infestation, and the blood and flesh torn by sharp teeth and claws accumulated into a carpet on the marble floor.
The rusty swords collided violently with the halberds decorated with sacred symbols, and the half-moon shield blocked the rodent's hopeless counterattack.
The well-disciplined soldiers easily divided the rat tide inside into dozens of small parts, and then began to devour them in an orderly manner, or in other words, to slaughter them.
The long-pole weapons made it a luxury for the ratmen to touch the scales of the lizardmen, and their cold-blooded savagery easily suppressed the twisted fanaticism awakened by the screaming death knell.
From beginning to end, the cold-blooded people's line had never been disrupted. No ratman could seize the opportunity to cross the blockade of the halberds and use the chaos to disintegrate the enemy's line. Even if a group of rats jumped out from a hole behind the temple guards, they would be trapped again in just a few breaths by the guards who quickly changed their formation.
The chirping gray tide continued to impact the disciplined formation, and from the very beginning, this local conflict entered a white-hot stage.
The Battle of Itaza lasted for hundreds of years, and the Plague Clan's struggle for Quetza lasted for nearly a thousand years.
Every old warlock who survived Lustria knew that conquering the outer walls of a temple-city was only the beginning; the real battle did not begin until one entered the great pyramids.
Just like the demons that broke into the center of the temple city eight thousand years ago, it can be predicted that if there is no change, the ratmen will have to spend several days and nights to break through the buildings defended by the temple guards like the demons. Before that, they must kill the last temple guard standing there.
Ikit does not think that the ratmen have the same power as the demons, although they are equally endless. Their only advantage is that the lizardmen cannot be replenished here. As long as they slowly kill this group of cold-blooded species, they can win.
With the support of the Corrupted Clan, this is not a difficult task. Although the elven wizards have stopped 90% of the ratmen, it only takes 1% of the rat tide to destroy the city.
This is a long process, and Ikit cannot wait. Lizardmen have appeared here, and those big toads may break away from the influence of the Necromancer at any time and pay attention to this battlefield.
The coolness, along with an uncontrollable tremor, consumed Ikit. It did not trust vampires, demons, or gray prophets. It did not believe that those beings were willing to sacrifice their lives to lure Lustria's attention. Fighting was not a safe thing.
As long as the Grey Prophets were a little slower, it would be in danger of facing the cold-blooded magician, which was unacceptable.
Even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance, it doesn't want to take the risk.
It naturally contacted the senior assassins in the city, and on this battlefield that was being watched by the Council of Thirteen, this meant that it contacted the "Lord of the Night".
This will undoubtedly cause the chief engineer's dissatisfaction with Ikit, but Ikit doesn't care at all. He has long wanted to bring down the old guy. He is the best engineer.
When most of the slave rats were consumed, the clan rats arrived at the front line in fear, carrying dimensional devices and following the guidance of the warlock.
The Wheel of Destruction took the lead and tried to open a gap. It successfully crashed into the array of cold-blooded creatures, but it did not go far, and even before it knocked down the dome of the human building, it was intercepted by the warriors.
The mouse that provided power for the giant wheel was still ignorantly pedaling the wheel. The high pressure caused this unreliable creation to explode with brilliant green light. The explosion that soared into the sky shattered the main gate of the Daha Temple, completing the mission of the giant wheel.
The clan rats that attacked in coordination with the giant ship were also engulfed by the green light. They were unable to take advantage of the situation. After the green flames and smoke disappeared, all that was left on the ground were lizardmen warriors with nearly half of their scales peeled off and their skin and flesh charred.
Under the trembling gaze of the clan rats, dozens of temple guards mechanically formed their battle lines again, like a living city wall.
The roaming dimensional bullets rained down on them, and were either bounced off by their scales or blocked by the guards with their thick shields.
The few bullets that penetrated deeply into the Lizardmen's flesh did not cause them to cry out in pain, and the high temperature caused by the hail of bullets did not shake them at all. Instead, the Ratmen were affected by the exploded Ratlin, and all of them were injured before they even launched an attack.
The mortar fired bombs containing highly toxic poison into the palace, but it attracted scolding and whipping from the senior rats - the things they wanted were still inside.
The intensive explosions turned the palace into ruins, but the guards inside did not die as the ratmen had expected. Thousands of temple guards were still standing in the ruins.
Accompanied by the Rat Trolls supported by the Corrupted Clan, the Clan Rats once again launched a reckless attack when the bell rang again.
The warlocks jumped up and down around the poison wind mortars that were waiting to be assembled, carefully calibrating the firing position.
The anti-aircraft gunners carefully observed the pyramid in the sky. From time to time, shells fell on the suspension engine, but only caused the suspicious target to shake slightly, and did not let it fall to the ground.
The new rat-man shooters handled their unreliable guns cautiously, and from time to time they would lose their humble lives in unexpected explosions.
Amid the warlock's hysterical laughter, the cold-blooded creatures' seemingly insurmountable guard circle finally began to waver - their numbers were too small. If the attackers were not a swarm of rats but several big demons, they could have easily eaten them all. However, the rat tides were always endless, and their methods were ever-changing.
From time to time, lizardmen were knocked down by the volleys of fire from their rifles, but their broken bodies could not stop them from continuing to fight.
The wounded soldiers could still hold back hundreds of ratmen while standing, and the dying lizardmen could still launch a last-ditch ferocious counterattack.
Rout and howl will not occur among the temple guards, even though every warrior can foresee their foreseeable tragic future.
(End of this chapter)
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