Chapter 410 The Breath of Blood
The Caledor Legion arrived at Chapeiuto as planned. Reconstruction began four years ago. The sunken golden city is no longer a city that symbolizes the prosperity and civilization of the lizard people. It is now just a city. Military ports and defensive strongholds continuously transport resources and troops to the Sky City in the west.
Imrik, who was behind Morterius, squinted his eyes to observe this area. The faint stench of blood emerged from the earth and entered his nostrils, causing his brain to become excited.
The blood of rats...
Imric knew this aura. Even though he had never actually encountered a rat in his more than two hundred years of life, he still understood what this aura symbolized.
Only the blood of rats can satisfy the eternally thirsty soul. It does not matter whether this blood has unique power, or whether the order race's suppression of the power of destruction is just a concept, or a mission.
Only the blood of rats can restrain the thirsty desire to kill.
Or to complete it...
However, as a warrior who calls himself Caledor's most worthy role model, Imric does not intend to personally participate in the war experience. He surrenders to the desire to kill in his heart and at least rides. The possibility of Mortellius leading the charge is relatively small.
Just kill a few ugly plague priests and Negrich, the leader of the Pestilen clan.
"Repair overnight, and then march directly to the Sky City!" Imrik gave the action instructions without hesitation. There are no redundant tactical arrangements. If there is a jungle ahead, then cut it down. If it is a ratman, then kill it. .
If it was the so-called incarnation of the Horned Rat - the Lord of Disaster, Imric wouldn't mind trying out who was more powerful, these oversized rats or the demon prince from the Great Holy War.
The legion continued to repair supplies in preparation for tomorrow's departure. The dragons flew into the jungle in groups of four. As a reconnaissance unit, they also brought a message to Pestilen. The rat-like destroyer had already arrived. Log in!
But compared to Chapeiuto's more relaxed atmosphere, City in the Sky seems extremely solemn.
The rats had fallen into madness. Encouraged by the priests, countless rats attacked the towering city walls, seemingly intending to use corpses to build a physical siege tower and break through the road protected by the Sotek Cult and the Caledor advance team. city of.
"Attention all troops, the plague bombs are coming!" Sergeant Rascal, who was responsible for guarding the city's fort, raised his head and looked at the dozens of torrents of plague flying in the distance, and immediately loudly reminded the soldiers to enter the bunker.
The war potential of the rats was unabashedly displayed in four years. The two sides launched a long tug-of-war around the Sky City. Blood turned into a river, and the stench of the corpses could still be smelled hundreds of miles away.
The Sotek Cult has blessed a large number of skinks and lizardmen with sacrifices. These warriors led by fanatics are undoubtedly born for war. The more blood they shed, the stronger their combat effectiveness will be, and the number of people supporting the advance team will gradually increase. , making the power of Sky City even stronger.
But even so, many ratmen still bypassed this location and reached the central Great Forest Sea.
Raskol had lost count of how many Skaven he had killed. There were more of these upright rodents than there were insects in the jungle. After one wave of deaths, there would be more waves the next day.
The plague bombs hit the ground, corroding the ground with a sizzling sound. The sandbags used as buffers were splashed by some thick juice, and soon holes of various sizes appeared, and a large amount of quicksand flowed out.
"Heavy weapons team, prepare to shoot!" Raskel poked his head out of the bunker and found a large number of rats charging towards the stronghold. Compared to the ratmen he encountered four years ago, these ratmen were obviously more sick. The red light in his eyes has disappeared and turned into white pupils. He is holding a weapon that has been recycled countless times and follows an animalistic nature to rush on the battlefield without fear of death.
After the Plague Lord Negrich discovered that his enemies could not be infected by the plague, as the most proficient creature in the world, he chose to target his fellow citizens with this deadly power.
The rats spawned by the plague turned into a suicide team. They were extremely agile and extremely strong. After death, they would emit a special scent, making the originally crazy team even more furious.
The heavy weapons team lifted the guy, and two thick iron pipes with a length of 1.5 meters were placed on the sandbags. There was a pipe behind the column that was connected to a reserve tank full of asphalt.
A weapon specifically designed to fight the Rats, brought to the front lines with the knowledge of Nuln engineers, the quality of the equipment produced by the Anvil of Vaal, and a tiny bit of magical blessing.
A fifty-meter-long pillar of flames erupted from the iron pipe. The orange-yellow flame was enough to burn the body and soul of the rat to ashes, and the asphalt with slag in it could stick to the surface of the skin, making it feel The pain of long lost.
"Damn rat, die, die!" The strong man operating the flamethrower laughed. Except for the heat insulation layer on the right side of his body, there was only a layer of leather armor as protection.
These repressed souls in the frozen north of the old world showed their fury in Lustria without any disguise. Only the most unafraid of death and the strongest people can use these oversized weapons. Otherwise, just in the face of one mistake, they can War criminals who burn themselves to ashes will lose confidence in their equipment.
More than a dozen fire pillars erupted from each stronghold, followed closely by rounds of special grenades.
As a centurion, Rascal has already taken out the grenade launcher from his waist. These cute big babies are much more powerful than hand crossbows. They can send several rats into the sky with just one shot. In emergencies, they can also directly launch grenades. Throw it with your hands, only a sissy would insist on using a bow and arrow.
The roar of muskets, explosions, the roar of flames blown by the wind, the roar of soldiers, everything on the battlefield can be found here, but the only thing missing is the voice of the rats that should be wailing.
Thousands of ratmen were turned into ashes, or turned into fragments in bombs, but all this only allowed the ratmen behind to take a further step.
"Damn, how many are these ratmen?" Raskol stuffed the grenade into the launcher, intending to let the ratmen experience this beautiful weapon again.
But Mazov next to him immediately held down his head and asked him to return to the bunker.
An extremely fast dart turned into a black dot and flew from the back of the head, piercing deeply into the wall of the stronghold. The iron tail was still trembling slightly, indicating that the thrower was very powerful.
Following this dart were a large number of iron projectiles flying from behind the flame pillar, flying in arcs from the sky like rain, and falling on the soldiers who were protected by the bunker.
Soldiers with heavy weapons who lacked armor protection were smashed into bloody men. These iron projectiles that suddenly appeared caused changes on the battlefield.
(End of chapter)