Chapter 259, Premonition

In the streets and alleys, in the dimness, there were rustling sounds and sneaky figures.

What the officer was worried about still happened. The ratmen of all sizes in the city, the ratmen that were everywhere, were about to decide on a leader, a black rat.

This process took place in the dim slums. Countless ratmen gathered and gathered around him. A flag with complicated patterns was raised high by him. It came from an abandoned and deserted church. This was the flag of the god of stargazing, but it was raised high by this guy.

The flag was covered with bloody patterns drawn stroke by stroke. Obviously, this guy was not a professional guy. It was not surprising that there were no professionals such as rat priests in the city of Jilang from beginning to end.

Is such an act a blasphemy? I don't know. No ratman should care now.

The purple flag depicted scarlet patterns, raised high, and fanatical shouts came one after another. A simple altar was pushed out, and a grand sacrifice was about to begin.

The rats began to move and quickly received a response. A grand sacrifice was what all rats longed for.

The city was about to start to be completely turbulent, and crises inside and outside the city were about to break out.

The dark rats held high the flag of blasphemy, and a large number of rats responded. It was true that this was not an elite team. Even the weapons in their hands were so messy, with pots and pans, sticks, kitchen knives, wheels, and even things like dung shovels. It was a mess.

But it was about to gather into a tide and hit everything in this area.

Don't underestimate them. In this city, they are really enough to become the source of chaos. As long as these guys can smoothly carry out this simple and grand sacrifice, as long as they can pile up all the poor guys living in this area on this simple altar.

Until a figure appeared at the end of the street.

Pairs of scarlet eyes appeared in the darkness everywhere.

In the dim streets, only the simple altar of the gods had light. Some relatively fresh corpses were piled on the altar, and a black ratman holding a blasphemous flag stood in the light.

The sneaky guys were watching, and the figure at the end of the street took steps step by step, and the black ratman also moved.

The dark ratman pulled out a knight's sword.

Yes, that's right, a knight's sword. This heavy sword was not smooth for him to use. He needed to hold it with both hands to use it smoothly, which seemed particularly weird.

There are many smart guys among the ratmen, and sometimes some guys will learn some strange things.

For example, this guy, he hid in a small house and spied on the knights living in it practicing sword skills every day. A ratman learning sword skills, it always feels wrong to describe it like this, a little weird, but he did it, he really learned it, and when he was a teacher, he personally executed his teacher with the sword in his hand.

The figure who strode forward clenched the pitchfork in his hand.

This is a rare duel. For the black ratman, as a newly enthroned leader, the black ratman must use various means to establish his status and prestige. Grand sacrifices are one way, and powerful strength is another way.

How to show your powerful strength, defeating a powerful enemy is the best way to show it.

The ratmen gathered here are composed of small groups. Single duels are not a way that ratmen admire. It is obvious that the leaders of those small groups are not so convinced by the black ratman.

In the sharp hissing, the black ratman took a step forward. You can see the rigid movements of those human knights on this weird guy, but these moves are so dazzling no matter how you look at it when they are operated by a ratman.

The heavy knight's sword fell heavily, rotating endlessly in one move and one style, and the only thing to resist this knight's sword is a pitchfork.

The material of the pitchfork is good, the smooth and straight wooden pole has mottled rust, but the fork head made of the material, in the repeated collisions, a series of sparks were rubbed out, but it was not cut off or deformed. After all, it was made for long-term use.

It was still that simple move, even if he was beaten back again and again.

The battle had not come to a conclusion for a long time, and the pitchfork knight was unimaginably steady. Even though the heavy sword kept falling and retreating step by step, there was no flaw at all.

The dark rat man let out a sharp hiss and his body began to tremble slightly. This situation often occurs in those cowardly guys, or it may be excessive anger. He jumped high, and the bright and sharp knight's sword fell heavily. The pitchfork knight retreated several steps in this attack and blocked it, but as a price, the pitchfork broke and the old friend in his hand was cut into two pieces.

The black ratman raised the knight's sword high in his hand, and intermittent cheers came from the surrounding darkness. It was obvious that the battle was about to be decided.

The sneaky guys appeared from the darkness, climbed onto the roofs of the simple huts, and appeared in the sight of the pitchfork knight, piled up together, and their shadows appeared.

The pitchfork knight took a deep breath and held the broken wooden handle in his hand. He was a little at a loss. He didn't know much. Lifting, stabbing, and pressing were just three actions. He didn't know many weapons either, just a pitchfork.

But at this time, the pitchfork in his hand was cut off.

Still not retreating, the dark figure suddenly became less urgent, as if he saw that this guy was at a loss, with a ferocious smile on his face, scarlet eyes looking up and down, and slowly approaching step by step.

Fake move and then stab.

In that awkward but still swift and sharp move, he stuck in front of the pitchfork knight, and the long sword in his hand was fiercely sent out, and the bright red blood spilled out. Like playing with a toy, the pitch-black rat man jumped high and kicked the pitchfork knight in the chest, and the pitchfork knight sat heavily on the ground.

The pitch-black rat man landed not far away, and the teasing on his face was so obvious.

This old set of armor was pierced, and he used the half-torn pitchfork in his hand to support himself and stood up with difficulty.

The pitchfork knight was defeated.

The rat men surrounding him became more excited.

Perhaps the actions of these days were not in vain. A voice appeared, a girl who was still a little immature.

The girl who was saved by the Pitchfork Knight was not taken away by the Vatican Knights.

She stood up at this time.

Many people in this area were secretly watching what was happening here. These guys were just like ostriches, curled up in their simple shacks, and didn't care about the outside world.

Although the situation was indeed like this, whether it was the nobles who fixed their fate, or the gangs, evil wizards, aliens, greedy officials, and city guards, they were not able to fight against them. They just had to bow their heads and pray that the impermanence of fate would not befall them.

The young girl held a rusty dinner knife tightly in her hand, but she dared to shout loudly in that sharp voice.

"You bad guys, let go of the knight brother!"

But there was really no deterrent power. The Pitchfork Knight stood between the black rat man and the young girl. The young child was trembling slightly, coming from the real fear, but the black rat man seemed to be more interested in the Pitchfork Knight.

The knight's sword hit the calf of the pitchfork knight hard, making him kneel on the ground again. The young girl's eyes were red, but she was braver than most people in this slum.

She threw the rusty dinner knife in her hand towards the dark ratman.

It didn't hit, but it attracted a little attention. Just waving her hand, some ratmen understood what she meant, appeared from the darkness, and rushed towards the young girl.

Watching this scene, the pitchfork knight roared, an angry roar, the first in this battle, but was stepped heavily on the calf hit by the knight's heavy sword.

Her eyes were red, but she couldn't get up.

Seeing that the young child was going to die in the hands of the ratman, she couldn't get up no matter what.

There was a little more trembling in the roar, such unwillingness.

In the simple shed, these pathetic guys were still peeking, even if they couldn't bear it, but no one stood up, such cowardice.

The young child ran trembling, but how could he outrun the chasing ratman?

Until a purple light lit up in the darkness.

A long sword with complex patterns and shining brilliance cut through the sky and arrived here, accurately hitting a ratman warrior chasing the young child, piercing the ratman, and frightened the other chasing ratmen.

The knights of the Church broke into this area. The large number of ratmen gathered here were discovered by the mercenary team hired by the adjacent block. Faced with so many ratmen, they did not even have the courage to go deep. They reported the matter to the affairs officer and attracted these knights of the Church.

The streets began to roar as the knights of the Church ran wildly, and the knights wrapped in light came into their eyes. Faced with such a situation, even if the dark ratman was unwilling to retreat, there was no way, and the ratmen gathered around began to waver.

Particularly angry, but helpless.

At this moment, the creeping pitchfork knight on the ground moved, and the broken half of the pitchfork was thrown out by the pitchfork knight on the ground, crossing the face of the pitch-black ratman. It did not kill this weird guy, but left three bloody wounds on his eyes. Such wounds made the pitch-black ratman look even more hideous. In anger, he raised the knight's sword in his hand high, just to kill the guy under him.

At this time, the Vatican knight also arrived, and the ratmen around him fled in all directions. The knight's sword raised high was held by an arm wrapped in purple light. It was the leading knight who led the team to attack the violent knight team.

He arrived first and saved the pitchfork knight who was about to die.

The pitch-black ratman decisively let go of the knight's sword in his hand and ran wildly behind him. The Vatican knight's army was about to arrive. When it was about to enter the darkness, it paused and looked deeply at the two guys behind him with bloody scarlet eyes, especially pausing for a long time on the pitchfork knight.

Disappearing in the darkness, the ratmen gathered here scattered, and the leading Vatican knight threw the knight's sword in his hand to the side of the street, without rashly chasing, they were not good at fighting in such a complex environment.

Behind him, other Vatican knights rode up, one brought the leading knight's sword, and one brought the young child.

The leading knight got off the warhorse and pulled up the fallen knight with the pitchfork.

Pushing off the mask, he thanked the Pitchfork Knight earnestly.

"Thank you, thank you for saving the people here!"

A young face appeared. The powerful leading knight was unexpectedly young. Behind him, the Vatican knights pushed off the masks on their helmets, revealing all young faces.

Or rather, the Vatican knights were all exceptionally young.

The embarrassed Pitchfork Knight took off a bulging bag from his waist, took out a bloody cake, pushed off the mask, and stuffed it into his mouth. He was seriously injured, but he didn't even have the money to see a doctor.

He could only rely on the folk remedies in the village. If he was sick, he would just eat more.

The red and rough face was full of pain caused by the pain. The leading knight noticed this, and the purple light fell, bringing treatment to the Vatican knight.

The flowing blood stopped.

In the distance, a roar sounded from the towering city wall, echoing here, and the war began again.

The Vatican knights pulled up their masks.

The leading knight saluted the Pitchfork Knight.

They still had things to do, and soon, they ran away again.

A childish voice sounded.

"Wow! It's Grandpa Knight!"

It was the childish girl. The Vatican knights who went to the battlefield still didn't take the little girl away. The first words of the little girl made the Pitchfork Knight stunned. He and the little girl were a little awkward. Well, the appearance under the mask of the Pitchfork Knight was a little shattered by the little girl's imagination, and the Pitchfork Knight was also a little unaccustomed to being called like this.

The two figures, one big and one small, stared at each other.

But it also diluted the solemn atmosphere here, and even the simple altar with piled corpses not far away and worshiping some unknown evil god was not so dazzling.

This area was saved by the Pitchfork Knight, but the city had to face a more severe situation.

The black rat man was not killed. Although his inauguration was interrupted by the Pitchfork Knight, it could only delay for a while. Soon, the surging rat tide might descend in the city.

This is not a good situation.