Because a large group of reinforcements came from the valley, the ratmen were forced to split into two groups during the dusk battle today, but this did not affect their destructive power, because there were simply too many ratmen!
They may have built a nest nearby, or they may have dug them from other places through their amazing "tunnel warfare" skills, but it is certain that these guys do not have a high IQ.
There must be a manipulator behind them.
Under the cover of the thick fog of war, on the high wall at the entrance of the valley, those gloomy dusk believers seemed to have noticed that something was not right about today's situation.
"boom"
The door of the only intact room at the top of the sentry tower was pushed open. A panting Jackal cultist stood at the door and shouted to the old human man in the room holding a piece of faint purple crystal:
"Things are not good, explorer! The ratmen attacking the Transcian vampires outside are collapsing! They clearly still have a numerical advantage, but their minds have been defeated. Several tunnel operators have even suffered psychic backlash and turned into
A fool who only drools.
The rat swarm outside may be about to collapse, please give me an idea quickly!"
"What's my idea?"
The old human man known as "Explorer" stared at the purple crystal in his hand expressionlessly, and said in a gloomy tone:
"It was originally a 'combat test', and it is already very good to be able to achieve this level. The scholar has collected the necessary data for optimizing the ratmen's combat mode, especially the experience against vampires, which is a very important part.
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We need to further optimize and revise the ratmen's combat mode in the future.
These inferior creatures still have a long way to go before they can become real 'war weapons'. We are researchers, my dear apprentice, we are not soldiers or commanders, and our mission here is over.
be prepared!
We're leaving."
"Leaving now?"
The gnoll cultist's eyes widened and he said:
"But we are clearly about to defeat the Blood Terror Clan's defense line! When we set out, didn't Sir Scholar say that we should try our best to prevent the Transians from receiving support? Sir Scholar said that according to the information shared by some colleagues, Transian
The Blood Eagle Clan in West Asia has turned over.
The scholar has judged more than once that the mysterious Lord Murphy will definitely become a big trouble for the Twilight Organization in the future.
If we just go back like this, will we be punished?"
"I said, we are researchers of the truth! Collecting biological data is our main responsibility. Killing those stubborn pirates or winged vampires is at best a supplement."
The old man called "Explorer" waved his hand impatiently and scolded:
"War is not our domain! The mission given to our faction by Master Scholar is not to destroy. If you follow your inferior nature as a jackal and want to fight, then you can stay here. I can leave all the ratmen to be buried with you.
.
Anyway, I still have many apprentices to choose from."
"No, no, wise explorer, I obey your orders completely."
The jackal immediately bent down and said flatteringly:
"So, let's leave through the tunnel? Do you need me to arrange for manpower to blow it up? If we are tracked, it will be troublesome."
"Well, you can make your own arrangements and evacuate in ten minutes. Don't bother me!"
The old man waved his hand, and then began to pack away the various notes and tools in the room.
This sentry tower has been transformed into a temporary laboratory. You can still see several dissected ratmen in the corner. Their small brains have been completely taken out and soaked in alchemical solution, making the place look like
"The Strange Witch Doctor's Mad Laboratory."
There is no doubt that the gloomy guy in front of him is the instigator of this "Blood Fear x Rat Man Disaster".
And now, after realizing that the defeat of the Ratmen was a foregone conclusion, he prepared to retreat without hesitation, but before leaving, the old man took out a weird crystal ball and activated it, allowing him to pass through this crystal.
Ball observes the battle outside the valley from the perspective of the Skaven.
He clearly saw the obliquely thrown artillery shells crashing into the tunnel with a strange and harsh sound, and saw with his own eyes the horrific damage caused to flesh and blood when the white phosphorus bomb exploded, and the scene of the small aerial bomb falling from the sky crashing into the center of the tunnel.
He could even see a strange blue civet cat drawn with clumsy brushwork on the small bomb, with a round head, no ears, a strange style of painting with a golden bell and a blindness.
Then, a dazzling fire burst out in front of his eyes, swallowing up all the sight lines that the crystal ball could connect to in just a moment.
This "explorer" looked out from the window of the guard tower and could see the fire rising outside the valley and even breaking through the fog of war. The flames burned so fiercely that they must be some kind of new weapon, and there was definitely added fuel.
gold!
Otherwise, the explosion power would not be as strong as this.
"hey-hey."
The gloomy old man made a strange laugh, put away the crystal ball and said:
"The Transians are good, they actually found the weakness of the rat men in the first confrontation, but it doesn't matter, they are just pathetic servants born in the dusk. They will grow, they will learn!
Whatever doesn't kill them makes them stronger.
The scholar's theory is correct.
This is how living things should survive and eliminate the fittest in order to create true strength. Well, without killing and suffering, how can evolution come about?
My poor Transian warriors, you will never know the power of creation that Twilight holds
But it doesn’t matter, dying in ignorance and full of confidence is also a kind of happiness.”
"Snapped"
A piece of fiery red crystal was thrown out, and when it hit the ground, it hit the test bench and the flames quickly engulfed all traces around it.
It was obviously not the first time they had done this kind of thing. The method of "destroying corpses and removing traces" was very skillful. Not only the old man, but also his servants were very methodical in doing things. In just a few minutes, all the things that should not have been left behind were removed.
destroy.
These more than fifty cultists escorted the "Explorers" into the crypt dug by the rat men under the fog of war. Several of the leaders were holding very strange walking sticks, with green stones on the tops of the sticks in the dark.
It glows, and any furious rat-men who come near this staff will scream in fear and retreat.
It was like a huge group of ratmen took the initiative to make way for this team.
They moved forward silently and quickly in the underground cave, trying to leave this meaningless valley through the tunnel dug by the rat men.
As for those rat men
Hey, who cares?
Anyway, they are just "by-products" of the third phase of the experiment. Even if they don't die here, they won't be able to live for more than ten days. Their genes have terrible flaws. That is the problem that the scholar is trying to solve.
This attack, and countless others in the past, were just a way for a great piece of research to continue.
It's just an experiment, who cares about the fate of the test subjects?
"The data this time is very important. We have calculated the shortest time and minimum number of rat people needed to launch a war, as well as their hormone correction and growth rate when they fight in unfamiliar areas.
Facts have proved that the rat people can indeed mobilize the surrounding rats to act as their spies. After several previous combat experiments, this fighting instinct has been illuminated and inherited."
In the dark tunnel, the old explorer said with emotion to his jackal apprentice:
"This means that Master Scholar's creation experiment has once again succeeded! Our pathetic wisdom is not as good as his precautions, and he is such a generous leader. We will definitely be rewarded for bringing back precious data.
Maybe we will have our own second creation laboratory soon."
"That's for sure, Master Tutor. An excellent scholar like you can shine anywhere."
The jackal apprentice said flatteringly:
"The damn Ring Tower can't see your talent at all. It is absolutely the right choice to leave that decadent and orthodox organization."
"You don't understand at all."
When the apprentice mentioned the "Tower of Rings", the gloomy old man was silent for a rare moment. With a tiredness that did not want to talk to an idiot, he waved his hands and said:
"You can't understand the actions of the Ring Tower. Even though I have devoted myself to Dusk's great cause, I don't think the various actions of the Ring Tower on the mainland are meaningless. That organization does have its own mission!
It's just that your inferior wisdom cannot understand it.
Boost!
I no longer want to waste time in this barren place. There are still so many experiments waiting for me to complete. Although the scholar has promised me eternal life, time still cannot be wasted!
That is a terrible sin."
"Boost!"
The mighty Jackal apprentice suddenly shouted towards the front of the team, and the entire team's progress in the tunnel immediately accelerated. However, after they turned a corner, they immediately heard the noise coming from another tunnel.
Someone is yelling there!
This is definitely not a sound that a rat man would make. The level of evolution of this group has not reached the point where language can be born.
"I told you to go east! You insist on going west, look! You're lost! Damn it!"
The roar of cars rang out from the chaotic tunnel, but because there was no translation of the calculation orb, the old man could not understand this alien language at all.
But it didn't matter. After a few seconds, a group of Transians with murderous intent savagely smashed through the obstacles of the rat men, and violently rushed into the large tunnel ahead. Fortunately, they were able to survive just in the way.
On the way the old explorer evacuated.
At this moment, Niu Niu, who had been killed with red eyes, suddenly turned around with a flail full of flesh and blood residue. His devilish and ferocious posture frightened several cultists in the team to instinctively take a step back.
"Hey! How can there be any living people here?"
Sanwudou next to Niu Niu shouted in surprise, but Brother Yuan, who was covered with injuries next to Lan Huahua, saw carefully. He grabbed a shotgun and shouted:
"Look at their canes! That glowing thing can drive away rat men! There's something wrong with these guys! Who would be a serious person wearing black and swaggering through the city! Maybe they are controlling the rats!
Catch them!"
"Kill these Transians!"
At the same time, the explorer also issued an order.
He was the first to attack. He raised the cane in his hand, and three black rays flew out and hit Brother Yuan. Poor Mengxin didn't even have a chance to raise his shield, and was pierced through the heart by the corrosive rays and died.
alright.
Now that someone is dead, there is no way this can be rectified!
Didn't you see that the red-eyed Lan Huahua had already charged forward, received a shield attack, and kicked over the cultist at the front?
"Kill them!"
Brother Meow Meow, who was in the "furious red" state, roared angrily, carried the Wamu Beheader in a deadly charge, and hit the cultist who had drawn his weapon with the red blood that was almost solidified, and swung the battle ax.
A cleave came, cutting the three cultists in half like chopping down wood.
The blood danced wildly and the internal organs flew everywhere. This terrifying lethality shocked the explorer, but then he saw the buzzing legendary battle ax in Brother Mew Mew's hand, and a touch of greed suddenly appeared in his eyes.
His apprentice was quite loyal. As soon as the battle began, he summoned strange alien creatures to join the battle. Four twisted spiders entwined with shadows pounced on the young players, but they were hit by the blood alliance knights in the team, roaring "The Order of Judgment".
, allowing alien creatures to be instantly sent back to their hometown.
Then these heavily armored shield knights rushed out at the forefront, and as the vanguard of the players, they fought with the cultists. There were also rat men around who took advantage of the chaos to attack, causing the situation in the large tunnel to instantly become chaotic.
This is a complete emergency!
But this is not a bad thing. Murphy, who has been paying attention to the movements of the little players, folded his wings and fell from the sky, landing accurately on the tunnel. Having already cut a bloody path among the chaotic ratmen, he wielded the wolf's kiss with the molten sword in his hand.
He cleans out the surroundings, and lets the necessary evils patrol and hunt, killing all the evil spirits that are close to him.
"Miss Claire!"
Murphy confirmed the underground location, raised his head and shouted:
"Come here! My warriors have caught the culprit. Use your invincible golden power to penetrate the surface. Don't let these bastards escape."
"I emphasize once, I can only fight with it for a few minutes!"
First Mate Claire was also a brave and brave woman. When she realized that the Rat Man's offensive was close to collapse, she and her captain decisively launched a breakout with the remaining elite pirates.
She held two knives in hand and slashed at them all the way. She stood beside Murphy and reminded:
"Punching through the surface will waste a lot of power."
"Just do it if I ask you to do it. I have a way to make you recover."
Murphy said something coldly, and Claire glanced at the fierce young governor, then looked back at the captain who was still killing him with a sword and a bottle of wine.
Pablo has gone crazy by now.
With the sword in his hand, he wielded the master-level night blade swordsmanship and killed the ratman until the blood flowed into rivers. He also took the time to drink orange wine for himself as if to replenish energy and continue killing.
After seeing Claire's questioning look, Captain Bloody made a gesture.
So the obedient first mate immediately gave a loud shout and stabbed the sword in her hand fiercely into the ground. The "Supernatural Law of Nirvana" belonging to Lord Paying exploded on her body, like a heavy aerial bomb hitting the ground.
The violent vibrations easily penetrated the at least five-meter-thick ground surface, causing her and Murphy to fall below.
The position of the two of them was just behind this cultist. Seeing that there were quite a lot of people, Miss Claire blew a harsh pirate whistle, held the sword in her backhand and swayed the power of Lord Paying out, and the blood filled the sky to form energy.
The sword blade slashed everywhere, and in just three or four seconds, more than half of the cultists were killed.
But Claire's strength is clearly declining.
"Although it's shameful to say this, Miss Claire, you don't know how to use the Lord's power at all. The extraordinary law is not what you use. Moreover, your endurance is too pathetic."
Murphy couldn't help but complain:
"No wonder even a guy like Pablo can defeat you."
"Shut up!"
First Officer Claire was poked in a sore spot, she stamped her foot and cursed:
"Pathetic landlubber, dirty bilge rat! Use your secret method to restore me quickly. The old man in front of you is a senior silver, and it's difficult to deal with it."
"Snapped"
Murphy's left hand patted Claire's first mate's shoulder with the Blood Terror Emblem, and the Time Exile was activated. Her individual coordinates were easily changed in the long river of time, returning her to her peak posture five minutes ago.
This miraculous power made the charming red-haired first mate whistle like a female gangster. She grabbed her pirate sword with murderous intent, walked towards the old cultist who looked frightened, and said:
"Wow, you are quite powerful as a young man. Is this some kind of time magic?"
"That's right."
Murphy is a little tired.
But he still made the starting move of Midnight Killer Swordsmanship and whispered:
"This effect can only last for a few minutes, but your golden power will not decay at all during these minutes. The price is that after its effect ends, your energy tank will be completely emptied and you will be weakened several times.
I mean, be prepared to lie dead for days.
But before that, you are the ‘Scarlet Valkyrie’ chosen by Governor Murphy!
Miss Claire, I have only one request.
That bastard old man
I want him to live, just keep breathing, and the rest is up to you!"
"Yeah! I'm starting to like you, little Murphy. If Pablo dies, you will definitely be my first candidate for a lover, and little Andre is the second. Of course, you two handsome guys come together.
I won’t refuse either~”
The bold first officer Claire turned around and nibbled Murphy's handsome face gently, then disappeared in a flash.
The cultists' position lit up with bloody light, and a "power thief" who didn't have to hold back came here in person, killing the cultists and rat-men, and making the little players launch a powerful attack.
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The explorer's gnoll apprentice had already run away, but before it could get very far, it was swarmed by a group of ratmen and gnawed on it until it screamed in agony. The old man did not run away.
He knew that in this situation he could only fight desperately.
As Murphy watched in surprise, the guy pulled out a strange object from his waist, plunged it into his heart, injected the liquid into his body, and then lay on the ground howling in pain.
The guy's body is twisting.
It's like a "second stage transformation" where the human body transforms into a more terrifying creature in just a few seconds.
The green eyes are full of chaotic rage, while the gray mane covered with flesh and blood residue stands upright, and the slender and terrifying wolf snout is filled with sharp teeth. The invisible cruelty even makes the brainless rat men scatter with screams.
And escape.
"Damn! Werewolves! I knew that if there were vampires, there would definitely be werewolves! This is so classic."
Screams rang out from the little players, perfectly revealing the Explorer's second transformation form. Murphy saw the guy howling and rushing toward him, and immediately activated the melt sword to prepare for an exciting "Dances with Wolves"
”.
However, before the werewolf could pounce, there was a crash behind him. The bloody captain who fell into the tunnel looked regretfully at the broken wine bottle in his hand, then got up and pulled out the silver-gray revolver shotgun behind him.
First he kissed the body of the gun, then he aimed the gun and pulled the trigger.
"boom"
There was a gunshot.
The gray-maned werewolf who pounced on Murphy felt as if he was hit by an invisible punch in the air. Half of his body was torn apart, spinning and falling to the ground.
Without even a struggle, the brutal power of nearly gold was crushed to pieces with one blow.
Instant kill!
"That gun of yours"
Murphy, who had lost his target, turned back and stared at the smoke-emitting revolver in Pablo's hand. He said:
"Miracle creation?"
"Well, she is my coquettish lover, and she is also a blood-fearing holy object. Her name is 'Dark Night Good Luck'. Only the luckiest people in the world are worthy of her favor."
