Chapter 279 The Last Light (7)

The turmoil in the above-ground world has brought a hard-to-ignore blow to the underground. Many tunnels have partially collapsed, which seriously hindered the progress of the rats.

For the Corrupt Clan, time is running out with the arrival of the lizardmen. The master rat tamers must capture enough humans and make mutant individuals good enough to resist the enemy before the cold-blooded creatures come knocking on the door.

The boulders blocking each section of the tunnel were like needles piercing the eyes of the Ratman leader, becoming an eyesore like never before.

They have to clear the path before the slave rats eat all the other slave rats.

Under the shouts of each leader, groups of ratmen poured into the collapsed area of ​​​​the front section, driving the mutated pangolins and rat trolls carrying tools, and disappeared into the darkness under the broken rocks.

Violent banging sounds came from the front, and the warlord in charge of commanding this legion smiled with satisfaction. It seemed that these wastes were not useless. It sounded like they had done a good job digging them.

The sound of impact gradually approached, and the echo that was too loud to be struck by ratmen made the warlord a little suspicious. A huge Hell Pit Abomination walked past the warlord, blocking its sight of the collapsed area, and also The echo that rippled in the distance was stuck.

The huge monster moved while cleaning the rocks. After a while, it also disappeared into the darkness.

The warlord no longer suspected anything else and kept sending groups of rats forward to improve the efficiency of excavation.

So what if there is danger? Anyway, it won't be the one facing danger.

The warlord touched a long beard beside his mouth, looked uneasily at the darkness in front of him, and moved a distance back quietly.

There may be something extra in the tunnel in the south. At this time, the low-level ratmen should be allowed to play their role. As the more useful high-level ratmen, the warlord feels that its life is more valuable than that of slaves.

The warlord, who was as strong as an ogre, pushed back the tide of rats, yelling and urging the rats with his whip, while moving further and further away from the tunnel to the south.

There are not many ratmen who can maintain their sanity from biochemical modification. It must be Lord Slott's most proud work. Its future is bright, and it will not foolishly challenge possible dangers.

"Failure! Failure!"

In the pit of hell, in the cave illuminated by the green light of the dimension stone, the hysterical shouts frightened every creature in the iron prison.

Even the bravest dwarf lost the courage he had when he first arrived in a cage filled with excrement and flesh, and shrank his body like the elves in the iron prison opposite.

The ten dungeons were originally filled with humanoid creatures, but after half a month passed, there were less than twenty test subjects left.

"The Unclean One" Slott angrily used his third arm to push down the bottles and jars filled with light green liquid on the stone table. The glass that punctured his flesh restored his senses and continued his mutation experiments.

The biochemistry master looked at the elf in the cage with the left eye of the warpstone. The ridiculously fat mouse opened the mechanism and released the next unlucky guy.

Under the gloating gaze of the dwarf, the iron door that imprisoned the elf slowly rose. When he noticed that the elf's eyes were not timid, but a flash of malice, the dwarf stopped smiling.

It seems that this sissy has not been tortured and broken.

Elf is almost synonymous with agility, so when he suddenly burst out and sent a sharp rock into the rat man's chest in an instant, the dwarf was not surprised, and even slapped the iron prison hard to cheer him.

As the dwarf laughed, Slott grabbed the elf with his irritated claws, but missed.

He didn't know when he was riding on Slott's head, and even broke Slott's neck.

Unruly test subjects always resist like this. Even a white rat will take advantage of the experimenter's inattention and bite him back.

But there is no precedent for the test subjects that can be sent in to go out without modification.

This is the deepest part of the pit of hell.

Behind the seemingly dead "Unclean One"'s head, a tentacle sewn with a dimensional stone blade split open the skull with lightning speed, directly pinning the unresponsive elf to death in mid-air.

What was brought out by the tentacles was only blood and no brain matter.

The tentacle retracted into Slott's head in the blink of an eye, and the wound returned to its original state in just an instant.

The biological expert had already changed his brain into a storage room. A year ago, a slave rat who did not know how to live or die inspired Slott. After extracting its knowledge, Slott carried out a comprehensive transformation of himself.

Its self-healing ability, which was already stronger than that of a troll, is now comparable to that of a Nurgle demon. More importantly, it is no longer vital, because this body is just a synesthetic puppet remotely controlled by the brain.

When Slott achieves another technological breakthrough, it will have the confidence to seize the status of "Lord of the Pack" Womenkin and become a member of the Thirteenth Council.

Slott used his two relatively normal hands to twist his head back into the correct position and turned to look evilly at the dwarf.

The evil gaze passed through the rock and fell on Lynch. According to his excellent memory, this gaze belonged to Uzul.

It seems that Teclis's spell has no merit at all, no, at least Abel is gone.

Lynch knocked away the rock above, and at the same time raised his staff to block Uzul's sword from the side. With the advantage of strength, the lizard man gained the upper hand in the instant struggle, and the staff slashed at the vampire with great force.

But he only hit an empty shadow, and the vampire champion's speed was also unbelievable.

The omnipresent chaotic energy enveloped Lynch, severely affecting his perception of the enemy, making him no longer able to identify the enemy's location as easily as before.

The disappearing vampire is like a hanging sword, threatening Lynch at all times.

The sound of dense footsteps approached the crater. Lynch first saw the upper body of a giant, followed closely by the figures of many Chaos Warriors emerging from above.

The lizard man decisively went up the slope and crashed into the chaos battle group, using the chaos humans to block the vampire's prying eyes.

There are insurmountable differences between different races. With his heavy body, Lynch can be said to be running unimpeded among the Chaos Warriors. Pieces of meat are constantly flying out, and heavy armored warriors are constantly being lifted into the sky by brute force. .

Uzul does not have this weight.

The Vampire Champion wanted to attack again, but the Chaos Warriors who were attacking Lynch one after another seriously hindered it. It could only kill those who stood in its way and slowly approach the target.

At the same time, it also has to be alert to possible attacks from behind. It does not have thick scales like the lizard man.

This left Uzul to resort to the old tactic - anyone who got in the way of the champions' duel would die.

The Vampire Champion temporarily suspended his attack on Lynch, and instead attacked the Chaos Warriors nearby. The two champions set off a bloody storm among the Chaos War Group, and continued to move towards the south.