Cong Xi Yi Ren Kai Shi Mang Chuan Zhong Gu

Chapter 378 The Long Night (19)

The corpses of the rat men were piled up on the steps in front of the temple, and the blood soaked the entire courtyard, but the rat men were still stepping on the pool of blood and trying to get into the temple one after another.

More and more ratmen died in the stampede. In this chaotic place, falling down meant death.

The swarm of rats pushed and pushed the unlucky ones at the front to the halberd, but the desperate rat men could only meet the end in vain when facing the neat and unified front.

The border between the two sides became a place of death, with corpses piled up and piled up. The rat men scrambling for the first place became piles of corpses of varying thicknesses.

More rats tried to find another shortcut. Daha's temple was decorated with marble and bronze. The rodents easily polished the marks with their sharp teeth, and then expanded them into gaps.

Surrounding the ancient temple, the rats expanded dozens of gaps due to their numbers.

But when rats enter the temple from the ground, the sky, or the side, they are still greeted by "statues" buried in dust in the passages and open spaces extending in all directions.

The temple guards who were awakened by the intruder brutally crushed the rat infestation, and the flesh and blood torn by fangs and claws accumulated into a carpet on the marble floor.

The rusty sword clashed fiercely with the halberd decorated with sacred symbols, and the half-moon shield blocked the rodent's hopeless counterattack.

The highly disciplined warriors easily divided the rat tide inside into dozens of small parts, followed by methodical cannibalization, or in other words, massacre.

The long pole weapons allow the rat men to touch the scales of the lizard men. It is a luxury. The cold-blooded savage easily suppresses the twisted fanaticism awakened by the screaming death knell.

From the beginning to the end, the cold-blooded species' front line has never been chaotic. Not a single rat-man can seize the opportunity to cross the blockade of the halberd, and then use the chaos to disintegrate the enemy's line. Even if a group of rats breaks out from behind the temple guards and jumps out, they will still be there. In just a few breaths, he was trapped again by the guards who quickly changed their positions.

The gray tide of chirping and shouting continued to impact the disciplined array. From the beginning, this local conflict became intense.

The Battle of Itaza lasted for hundreds of years, and the Pestilence Clan's struggle for Queza lasted for nearly a thousand years.

Every old warlock who survived Lustria knows that capturing the outer walls of a temple city is just the beginning. The real battle does not begin until you enter the great pyramids.

Just like the demons that entered the center of the temple city eight thousand years ago, it is foreseeable that if there are no changes, the ratmen will have to spend days and nights to break through the buildings defended by the temple guards like demons. Before that, they must kill The last temple guard standing here.

Ictor did not think that the rat men had the same power as the demons, although they were also endless. Their only advantage was that the lizard men could not be replenished here. They could win as long as they slowly depleted this group of cold-blooded species.

With the support of the Corrupt Clan, this is not difficult. Although the elven mages stopped 90% of the ratmen, only one percent of the rat tide was needed to destroy the city.

This is a long process, and Ictor cannot wait. Lizardmen appear here, and those big toads may get rid of the influence of the necromancer at any time and pay attention to this battlefield.

The coolness was accompanied by uncontrollable trembling as it absorbed Ict. 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 Gray Prophets slow down a little bit, they will be in danger of facing the cold-blooded mages, which is unacceptable.

Even if there is only one chance in ten thousand, it doesn't want to take risks.

It naturally contacted the high-level assassins in the city. On this battlefield that was watched by the Thirteen Councils, this meant that it contacted the "Night Lord".

This will undoubtedly make the chief engineer warlock dissatisfied with Iket, but Iket doesn't care at all. It has long wanted to pull the old guy down. It is the best engineer warlock.

When all the slave rats were consumed, the clan rats carried the dimensional devices with fear and arrived at the front line according to the guidance of the warlock.

The giant wheel of destruction took the first step to open a gap. It successfully crashed into the cold-blooded array, but it was intercepted by the combined efforts of the warriors before it traveled far and even before it collapsed the dome of the human building.

The rat that powered the giant wheel was still turning the wheel ignorantly. The high pressure caused this unreliable creation to explode with brilliant green light. The explosion that shot up into the sky shattered the main entrance of the Daha Temple, completing the mission of the giant wheel. .

The clan rats that coordinated the attack with the giant wheel were also engulfed by the green light. They failed to take advantage of it. After the green flame and smoke disappeared, only lizard warriors with nearly half of their scales peeled off and charred skin were left on the ground.

Under the trembling gaze of the clan rat, dozens of temple guards lined up again mechanically, as if they were a living city wall.

The wandering dimensional bullets fell on them like raindrops, and were either bounced off by their scales or blocked by the guards with thick shields.

The few bullets that penetrated deeply into the flesh of the lizard men did not make them cry out in pain, and the high temperature brought by the hail of bullets did not make them waver at all. On the contrary, the rat men were affected by the rattling that exploded in the chamber, and they were all killed before they could launch an attack. They all got lucky.

Mortars fired poisonous bombs into the palace, only to be scolded and whipped by the senior ratmen - what they wanted was still inside.

Intense explosions reduced the palace to ruins, but the guards inside did not die as the rat men expected. There were still thousands of temple guards standing in the ruins.

Accompanied by the rat trolls supported by the Corrupt Clan, the clan rats launched another reckless attack when the bell rang again.

The warlocks jumped up and down around the Poison Wind mortars to be assembled, carefully calibrating the bombardment position.

The anti-aircraft gunners carefully observed the pyramid in the sky. From time to time, artillery shells fell on the suspension engine, but they only caused the suspicious target to shake slightly and did not let it fall to the ground.

The new Skaven shooters carefully handle their unreliable guns, and from time to time they are caught off guard and take away their humble lives.

In the hysterical laughter of the warlock, the seemingly insurmountable protective circle of the cold-blooded creatures finally wavered - their number was too small. If the incoming attack was not a group of rats, but several big demons, they would all be able to stabilize it. They eat it locally, but the rat tide is always endless, and their methods are endless.

From time to time, lizard men were knocked down by volleys of gunfire, but their broken bodies could not stop them from continuing to fight.

Wounded soldiers can still hold back hundreds of Skaven while standing, and dying Lizardmen can still burst into ferocious counterattacks like flashbacks.

Fleeing and howling will not appear on the temple guards, even if every warrior can judge their foreseeable and tragic future.

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