Chapter 463: Crazy Rat Rebellion!
In the deep and dark forest, all sounds fell silent.
A giant sword that was as tall as a man had pierced through the chest of "Longbowman" Reese, nailing him to an ancient oak tree.
Blood flowed down the veins of the sword and the tree trunk, forming a pool of blood on the ground.
Just a few minutes ago, the battle was quite fierce.
Reese, who was flying through the jungle, kept shooting arrows filled with the aura of chaos, trying to use the terrain and distance to wear down the so-called Rock Sword Saint.
However, the reality is cruel. Even though he tried his best, he still could not defeat the "public thoughts" condensed by the positive thoughts in the hearts of thousands of people.
He couldn't even leave a wound on the sword master...
A large amount of blood gushed out of Reese's mouth.
He stretched out his trembling hand, grasped the sword blade that was as strong as a mountain, and smeared the blood that had begun to turn black on it.
"Even if I become a ghost...I won't let you go..."
This vicious curse exhausted all his strength. He stared at Gaunt's face, and finally the light in his pupils disappeared in the boundless resentment.
Gaunt's expression didn't change.
He just calmly stared at the pair of pupils that were gradually losing focus, then drew back his giant sword and sent away another soul that had lost itself in evil thoughts.
Judging from a warrior's perspective, Urgos's chosen one seems to be much weaker than Kalmandus.
Although this guy broke through the Amethyst level in the battle, the oppressive feeling he brought to him was far less than that of the ogre he met outside the Brass Pass.
As a diamond-level "Flame of Destruction" chosen by God, that guy at least succeeded in injuring him in the fight.
Perhaps this is also related to Urgos's "preference" for the mob.
However, Gaunt did not take it lightly because of his victory in a duel. After all, the tragedy that occurred in the southern part of Griffincliff was still fresh in his mind.
Urgos' chosen ones are not necessarily the strongest, but they are often capable of causing earth-shattering disasters.
Once things develop to that point, even a demigod would find it difficult...
Establishing order is a long process.
But destroying it is too easy.
Reece's body slid silently to the ground. Gaunt shook off the blood on the sword and put it back on his back.
He raised his head and looked at the increasingly dark sky not far away, his brows slightly furrowed.
Something is not right.
Several Chaos Chosen have died at his hands. If it were the Bronze Pass, even the most fanatical ogre tribe would have to retreat.
However, things were different here. The corruption of Chaos had not weakened, but had become even stronger...
…
Outside the city at dusk.
Thick black clouds covered the entire sky, like a heavy curtain, blocking out all light and hope.
In the middle of the slowly rotating black clouds, a bottomless vortex faced the spire of the Dusk City Church. The deep darkness seemed like the pupil of chaos.
And beneath his gaze lay a roiling sea of black and gray. Countless rats squirmed their fat bodies, using their endless devouring to complete a grand sacrifice to please Urgos.
On the city wall, Governor Baron Elaric's face was pale as he looked at the sea of blood and flesh outside the city, his lips trembling.
The knight standing beside him swallowed and squeezed out a word from his dry throat.
"What the hell is this?"
No one could answer him.
It was also the first time that Elaric had seen such a blasphemous scene, as if the end of the world was coming right beside him.
"Governor..." A young warrior looked at him and asked in a trembling voice, "What should we do?"
Elaric didn't look back, still staring at the wriggling ocean outside the city, and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Hold the walls... until the very end."
He didn't know whether reinforcements would arrive, nor did he know how long he could hold out.
But he knew that he was the governor of this city, a baron appointed by His Majesty, the child of Saint Sis, and the last barrier for the millions of soldiers and civilians in this city.
People on the city wall were in panic.
Many soldiers had been fighting bloody battles for several days, and their spirits had already reached their limit.
After seeing this horrifying scene, even the most resolute person could not help but reveal an expression of despair on his face.
It's not just the people above the city walls who are desperate, it's the same below the walls.
If the nobles wanted to kill someone, they would have to go through the legal process based on the other person's status, but those green turbans killed people purely based on their own free will.
For a city with a population of one million, at least 100,000 people would have died.
In the cathedral of Dusk City, Count Theron Gard knelt before the statue with a face full of repentance, but more of it was fear and despair.
"Saint Sith... please forgive my sins. I... I mistook the saint you sent for a witch. It was my ignorance and arrogance that brought me disaster."
He regretted that he had wasted his talent for supernatural powers by indulging in pleasure and being content with the status quo, and he also regretted not running farther before the flood came.
Unlike Kaylan, who believed himself to be the embodiment of justice until his death, Theron was more honest when facing death, at least admitting his own stupidity and arrogance.
But even so, it is still difficult to judge which one is more noble, a coward or a madman. We can only say that the latter is more dangerous to innocent people.
Just as Theron Gard was panicking in fear, a fierce quarrel broke out in an inn on the edge of the outer city.
Lyon, the magic apprentice from Xuebang, grabbed Sclair's shoulders and let out a hoarse roar as he looked at the so-called king's right-hand man.
"Look! Look outside! What did I say before? Are you still telling me that even this still doesn't prove the corruption of Chaos exists in this land?"
At first, he wanted to try to create "evidence" on his own to attract the attention of the King of the Kingdom of Ryan, but now it seems that there is no need for that.
The great sage's prophecy came true once again.
People are always arrogant and do not take the wisdom of that adult seriously, and the end result is that tragedy happens again and again.
“That’s enough!”
Unable to hold back the shame on his face after being questioned, the palace steward Sclair finally roared and pushed away the magic apprentice who was grabbing his shoulders.
He stared at the hot-blooded face and vented all his anger and fear on the disciple of this so-called great sage.
"If he knows everything, why isn't he here? Answer me! Does the Empire keep him here just to have him sit atop the Mage Tower and watch the world laugh at him?"
Leon stared at him with wide eyes, his face slightly pale. He wanted to explain but didn't know how to answer.
This question was indeed asked of him.
To be honest, he was not only confused by the king's indifference, but also why the great sage gave him this task.
Even if he didn't want to take care of the affairs here, it would probably be much more useful for him to go to the king's palace in person than to send himself here to deliver the message.
Why?
"This... is your problem after all." His Adam's apple moved, and he finally squeezed out a hasty and perfunctory remark, his eyes evading and looking away. "We... have already warned you."
Sklar was silent for a long time, then said with a wry smile.
"Okay, thank you."
Of course, he knew in his heart that he was not in a position to blame others. After all, wasn't he one of those people who comforted himself?
His despair was not actually due to the Great Sage, but rather to his own king...why did that lord seem to be blind?
The Kingdom of Ryan has its own demigods and the prestigious Lionheart Knights. They may not be able to wipe out this group of villains in minutes, but at least they won't make this battle so difficult.
Your Majesty seems to be still waiting.
He could come up with many excuses for His Majesty, or some "realistic" reasons, but now that death was imminent, he really could not deceive himself.
He even suspected...
Perhaps even the respected Majesty Theoden de Valoux has been secretly targeted by the pervasive Chaos...
"..." Leon was like a deflated ball, no longer as aggressive as before. He lowered his head in shame, not daring to look at the old butler.
There is no point in arguing about right or wrong now.
It seemed that the only thing they could do was pray, just as they had always done.
Maybe that would slow the spread of corrosion a bit.
Or perhaps, let the Chosen One arrive earlier...
…
Just as despair filled the city, outside the city, in the middle of the sea of rats, Silas was enjoying the most glorious moment of his life.
With an intoxicated smile on his face, he opened his arms, embracing the power that descended from the sky and continuously flowed into his body.
"Ah, this delicious smell—"
"It's really intoxicating..."
A sinister laugh came from his mouth, and his turbid pupils had turned into an extremely dark green, like a devil in the abyss.
Kailan and Reese are both dead, and he is the only one left among the twelve leaders of the Green Army.
Except for Brennan, the coward who fled from the battlefield, everyone else died on the bloody pilgrimage.
If they were normal rebels, they would have fled in all directions when they were at their wit's end. However, the Green Army was different. They were servants of Urgos.
Now the preparations for the sacrifice were complete.
Although there is one missing, it is not a big deal.
Soon he will sacrifice the entire Dusk City to complete the grandest gift he has prepared for Urgos, the "Eternal Hunger Claw"!
at the same time--
That will also be his gift to become a god!
He will use the blood and flesh of the citizens of Twilight City to make up for the sacrifice lost due to Brennan's betrayal!
Perhaps sensing his piety, "that Lord" not only looked at him with expectation, but also sent souls from foreign lands to serve as his subordinates.
These souls may not necessarily come from a world with magic, but without exception they all come from the most twisted hives.
They possessed those giant rats twisted by Chaos rituals, forming an endless army of "God's Chosen"!
They gnawed on the flesh and blood of the sacrifice, making teeth-grinding crunching sounds, and gathered into a vast sea of rats that was enough to submerge any steel defense line.
As the price of going to war, they have only one request—
Not full.
Instead, after the "Nest City" was built, their souls were allowed to reincarnate here to continue the unresolved grudges from their previous life.
To put it simply, you feed me a mouthful of shit and I trick you into drinking a mouthful of urine. In the next life, we will exchange identities and go through another round with double the bonus.
Until the hive city of this world can no longer accommodate their distortions, or physically collapses, they will be "upgraded" to the hive city of another world to continue new entanglements.
The territory of the "Eternal Hunger Claw" is vast, and its will spans endless planes. There is always one that suits its children.
Facing the boundless army of God's Chosen Ones, Dusk City was like an isolated island in the midst of wind and rain, as if it could be submerged by the storm at any time.
However, at this moment, a dazzling light suddenly appeared in the distant sky, piercing the boundless darkness.
Governor Elaric, who was standing on the top of the city, saw the light, and a glimmer of hope suddenly rekindled on his desperate face.
It's reinforcements!
Although he didn't know why the reinforcements came from the north, he no longer cared about that. As long as they were not from the Green Forest Army, it was fine!
Silas kept smiling as he looked towards the distant horizon, a hint of happiness appearing in his creepy pupils.
"Is it finally here?"
Gunter Steingrabe.
The Sword Master of Bronze Pass!
He had heard about this guy from the spies of the Carrion Clan a long time ago. Malachi, who was sent by him to develop Greystone Town, died at the hands of this guy!
"Use your blood to test the divine power bestowed upon me by the great true god Urgos!"
Boundless pressure swept over from the horizon!
Silas did not hesitate and no longer suppressed his aura, releasing the power of the peak Grandmaster without any concealment!
The two auras collided!
In the distance, Gunter, who was standing in the Savior Army, had a slightly changed expression, and an unprecedented solemnity appeared on his face.
What a strong aura!
The Chaos Chosen One hiding behind the vast sea of rats has actually reached the peak of Grandmaster, and is only one step away from becoming a Demigod!
The other party had no intention of hiding it, but instead invited him to a duel, inviting him to enter his "territory"...
Different from the dark green abyss in the south of Griffin Cliff, the "Flesh Swamp" that now permeates the outside of Dusk City is obviously an order of magnitude higher in both quality and quantity!
Kallen's face showed a trace of worry.
Although she, as an ordinary person, could not feel the enormous pressure, she could tell from Gunter's face that the opponent's strength should not be underestimated.
and--
The rat swarm in the distance is visible to the naked eye.
Even without seeing the expression on Gunter's face, she could intuitively feel the smell of blood and the breath of death so close to her!
"Is that Silas? Or Kellan?" Brennan's face was full of astonishment, and his right hand holding the Champion Axe trembled slightly.
He clearly remembered that those two were only at the Platinum level, so how could they become so strong in just a few months?!
Leiden didn't say anything, but just looked solemnly at the Dusk City shrouded in dark clouds in front of him, hoping that they would not arrive too late.
The only guys on the entire battlefield who didn't show any signs of difficulty were probably the old "ancestors" from Wheatfield Village.
The soul fires flickering in the skulls were burning with anticipation. Not only did they not show a trace of fear, but they seemed to be impatient.
The previous battles were just for show, either being overshadowed by the NPC Sword Master or the rockets from Beifeng City.
This time it's finally their turn to show off their skills and put into practice the swordsmanship they learned from the Sword Master!
Calabash Boy: "My sword is thirsty for food!"
Too handsome to sleep: "SKIP! SKIP!!!"
Lighter: "Ahhh! Who dares to bite me!"
Just as the "Holy Spirits" were making a creaking noise, Gaunt drew the greatsword behind him with an expressionless face and answered Brennan's surprised whisper.
“…Whoever that person is, hand him over to me.”
After saying that, he glanced at Kallen who was not far away, and continued in a deep voice, "As for those rats... I'll leave them to you."
Kallen nodded seriously, then turned her gaze to Brennan.
Seeing the saint looking at him, the "Champion Warrior" of the Savior Army immediately came to his senses and ordered the dwarf brothers who were pushing the "Organ Rocket Launcher" to get ready.
The amount of ammunition they have in stock may not be enough to eliminate all the "God's Chosen Rats" outside the city, but it can at least relieve some of the pressure.
"fire!!!"
Following Brennan's order, the organ rocket launchers that were deployed in a long line suddenly made a deafening roar.
“Woo——!”
The shrill sound of breaking through the air was like the sound of the Grim Reaper's scythe being swung, brilliant flames exploded in the air, and the kerosene ignited by the runes rained down scorching fire on the ground!
The rats outside Dusk City screamed.
Looking at the burning flames, many of the God-chosen Rats were awakened to the fear deep in their souls, even if they could no longer remember their previous reincarnation clearly.
They seemed to have experienced it once, but not in this "hive" that had not yet been built.
"grumble--!"
Meta let out a desperate scream. Having just been reincarnated into another world, he had no time to experience his new life as a rat before he was swallowed up by the boundless purgatory.
The flames seared his fur, singeing every inch of his rat hide.
He cried in pain until he no longer had the strength to scream. His three-meter-tall body completely turned into charcoal.
An invisible hand grabbed the back of his neck and took the finally liberated soul from the earth to the black vortex in the sky.
'No - I don't want to go there! Let me go back, I want to go back to where I came from!' He struggled desperately to escape, but his soul had already been tied to Urgos.
Without a second's pause, what awaits him next will be another battlefield in another world, where perhaps there will be a glimmer of hope that will give him a respite.
But maybe, that's just another hell.
And it's real hell.
In any case, this is retribution for selling addictive hallucinogens, although his sins go far beyond selling snake oil.
The fighting on the battlefield continues, and the death of a mouse is not worth mentioning at all...even if it is a mouse chosen by God.
At the same time as the rocket launcher roared, the eager "players" launched a charge.
They shouted and screamed, waving a variety of weapons in their hands, and rushed towards the huge group of rats.
However, their speed was still a bit slow.
The greatsword in Gaunt's hand was always one step ahead. Before they could even touch a single mouse hair, he charged into the enemy's formation with one sword!
"Blade—"
"storm!"
The whistling sword blade created a hurricane on the flat ground, and endless sword shadows slashed in all directions, covering an arc with a radius of one hundred meters!
Wherever the hurricane passed, whether it was weapons, armor or skeletons, they were all crushed into radish paste like radishes caught in a meat grinder!
The rats chosen by the gods were either chopped into bloody mist on the spot, or swept into the sky by the sweeping sword energy, and then fell heavily into the rat group.
Looking at the rat-men falling like rain, the rat-man Gopal seemed to be reminded of the memory of falling to his death, and a trace of fear appeared on his face.
But he was the chosen rat by Urgos after all, and he finally mustered up his courage, exerted the platinum-level strength bestowed by Urgos to the extreme, and roared to kill.
"grumble--!"
He cried out.
Then, he was chopped into pieces by a sword.
The rockets in the sky were still whistling, unleashing a rain of fire on the endless sea of rats, engulfing each huge rat.
As the whistling storm of sword blades rushed into the middle of the enemy camp, the charging players finally collided with the God-chosen Rat Warriors and started a close combat!
The sound of swords clashing echoed throughout the battlefield, and behind them could be heard the sounds of the Salvation Army's musketeers raising their guns and firing.
Although their military skills are far inferior to those of the Campbell people who have been trained by successive demon kings, their firepower is not inferior to the latter at all.
There is no other reason.
It has nothing to do with faith.
The flintlock rifles produced purely in Beifeng City are all rear-loading designs, and are equipped with "smokeless gunpowder paper shell bullets". Although they are also flintlock rifles, they are obviously not from the same era.
The devil didn't even bring out all his good stuff.
If hand-cranked miniature machine guns were given to this group of Saviors, "Saint Kallen" might be able to lead her followers out of the Brass Gate!
Of course, we are not discussing extraordinary combat power here. It is too difficult to make a horizontal comparison, and we must analyze each case specifically.
Faced with the joint attack of players and the Saviors, the Chosen Rats were killed at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Ignoring those ugly soldiers, Gaunt's eyes were fixed on the figure behind the rat pack, and he swung his sword as fast as the wind and charged straight at him!
Silas's eyes were also fixed on Gaunt, and he completely ignored the rain of fire in the sky, thinking it was not worth mentioning at all.
The distance between the two sides is less than one kilometer!
Seeing the figure getting closer and closer, a sharp light flashed in Gaunt's eyes. He suddenly retracted the noisy sword and raised his left hand in front of his eyebrows.
field--
open! ! !
In an instant, the sky changed color, reflecting the dimness of the dimensional desert!
Boundless pressure enveloped the vast battlefield, as if it was going to tear apart this space and time and pull it into another realm.
With his feet as the center, the earth mixed with blood, flesh and mud began to crack and desertify - the endless sea of sand was gradually swallowing this place!
Silas, standing in the sea of corpses, showed no fear at all when he saw this. Instead, he burst into laughter, as if he had guessed that he would use this trick a long time ago.
"How ridiculous! In our Lord's boundless hive, how many times do you want to carry your pathetic pile of sand?"
His smile gradually turned into madness, his right hand clenched into a fist, and his fingertips pierced his palm.
A stream of thick black blood flowed down through his fingers and dripped onto the heads of the rats that were crawling with their heads lowered and their eyes looking down.
"you--"
"It's already in my area!"
(End of this chapter)
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