Chapter 284, Rat Man’s Magic Cannon
The defeat on the frontal battlefield was quickly communicated to the underground rat city through a secret network.
Rat War was not prepared to convey this news to the rear.
It’s just that every move he makes is watched by eyes in the secret place.
The rat assassin who came to the white rat this time was no longer the tall white rat man.
Not so expressionless, the gaze falling on the white mouse was filled with a hint of reverence and fear.
Actually, is it really necessary to be afraid?
The condition of the white mouse became even worse.
Huddled in the darkness, hunched over, aging.
An old guy.
Listen to the situation being conveyed.
Only the eyes, but the eyes are still so sharp.
I always like to sigh when I get older, and white rats have not escaped this pattern.
“I’m old too.”
The passage of time and the deteriorating health of the body forced the white mouse to admit his old age, which also forced him to recognize something more clearly. There is no way to avoid the situation.
He may not be able to witness the end of this war. In this third divine war, he may not be able to offer the gift to the great god before he dies.
This may not be a good thing.
If you give up some things, the white rat may focus on other things. This is a very dangerous situation.
Rarely, the high priest who had been silent for a long time reappeared in the sight of all the rat people and came to the original temple of the great god.
The temple guards stood guard beside him with solemn faces. The rat priest fell behind him and followed carefully.
Along the way, he did not cover his whereabouts.
Step by step towards the original temple of the great god.
This temple was built bit by bit with the testimony of the white mouse.
Today, this primitive temple, which could already be called a simple one, was emptied out. No ratman was qualified to enter here, not even the temple guards.
The white mouse has received countless bows along the way.
Countless rat-man pilgrims kowtowed to him with such fervent expressions that they seemed to have seen a god when they saw him.
It's just that the white mouse didn't even look at these humble and careless guys.
Step by step, the pace is not big, and you can even see some difficult feelings.
Until he entered the temple of gods that was too simple for the rat people now.
No rat man knows what the white rat is going to do, and no rat man knows what the white rat is doing in the Initial Temple.
Just the appearance of the white rat itself can be regarded as a big event, enough to make any so-called big shot in the Ratman Empire feel nervous.
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Long Claw was very uneasy, coming from a light summons.
There are not many guys in the Ratman Empire who are qualified to summon him, or there is only one. Even though he rarely appears on any occasion, but relying solely on the appearance of the giant rat, he, the Ratman Councilor His position is already unshakable.
He is truly one of the most powerful ratmen in the ratman empire. Hiding in obscurity in the abyss of this underground rat city is just his own choice.
But none of these can make him feel more stable or less uneasy at this time.
Quickly leaving the abyss, he shuttled alone through the tunnels of the underground rat city. The fine scales on his body were even more conspicuous, but they were all covered by the wide cloak on the surface of his body.
But the conspicuous vertical pupils are difficult to cover.
Recently, he has had a clue, a clue he got from Youlan's skeleton.
Longclaw does not really realize the existence of soul.
But first he was keenly aware of the relationship between body and soul, and he discovered why it was difficult for him to control the changes in his body. It came from imbalance.
He felt that there should be something in his body that corresponded to the energy in Youlan's bones. At this time, there was an imbalance between this thing and his increasingly powerful body.
This is a correct idea.
After all, only a strong soul can control a strong body.
Long Claw is indeed a genius. After finding the idea, he immediately began to try to use the power in the blue bones to strengthen his soul.
Until this summons appeared.
He came to the inconspicuous cave, and just when he stood still, he was told that he could go back.
At this moment, shock, irritation, anger, and various emotions appeared in his mind one by one, his expression became extremely ferocious, and the pupils in his eyes completely shrank into vertical slits.
All kinds of thoughts are swirling in my mind.
But in the end, he stopped because of his uneasiness, lowered his head, and chose to be patient.
This guy has enough courage, but he doesn't have the courage to continue.
It's awkward, isn't it? It's not surprising. Maybe it can be called inferiority complex, which comes from the scars left by my own experience as a slave rat.
With the rise in status and becoming a rat member, this scar will no longer be easily touched, except when facing two people who have always been so aloof, indifferent, or arrogant. Guys time.
In front of the white mouse, he seemed to have always been so humble.
In front of Shu Zhan, he has always been ignored by that arrogant guy.
He lowered his head and did not leave immediately.
Long Paws stood in front of the white mouse’s door for a whole day and night, but did not wait to be summoned.
After the initial resentment, what appeared more in Longclaw's heart was fear. Would a white mouse be so bored?
No, the scary white rat in his impression would never be so boring.
So why?
For no reason, I felt a little more uneasy.
Even the experiments after returning to the abyss were a little more distracted.
While thinking about why, he still needs time now. Having done something as bold as stealing a sacred object, he certainly has some understanding of the power stationed in the barren mountains.
The most powerful temple guard has been stationed near the initial temple and has never moved.
That is a terrifying force. Not to mention him who has just embarked on the road of transformation. Even if the black dragon is reborn intact in the abyss, he cannot escape from the temple guards. The ending of being instantly suppressed.
As for the temple guards, Bai Shu can definitely mobilize them.
Uneasy, inexplicable panic, he needs to do something.
Long Claw once again lost the calmness he finally regained. His current state was not right. The scales on his body were growing rapidly and moving disorderly on the body surface.
What he needs to do now is not to worry, but to invest all his energy in completing the Heart of God.
It's a pity that his condition is gradually getting out of control.
The white mouse just summoned Longpaw, and then chose not to see him.
Just like this, it makes Long Claws so uneasy and frightened.
A piece of news was brought back from a distant place by the rat caravan and brought to the underground rat city. Along with the news, various special trophies arrived.
Each one has faint blue eyes.
The Rat Man Caravan was hyping up the defeat on the front line and pulling out all of Rat Zhan’s underwear. The reason for doing this was of course not just to disgust Rat Zhan, but actually to do business.
The label that was attached to the news of the frontline's defeat was that it was a treasured magic eyeball from a powerful heretic, which was most suitable to show off one's own merits and at the same time make the release of divine magic smoother.
Best-selling, the price itself is double the super double, everything is business, of course, there is also the meaning of disgusting rat war.
However, this also indirectly spreads the situation on the battlefield to all parts of the Rat Empire.
Long Claw also knew the news, and he spent some time to learn more about the situation on the front line, including why the war situation was in a stalemate.
Among them, he learned about the existence of the magic cannon. He knew what he was going to do.
It is extremely dangerous to let one's own reason begin to turmoil. It is very simple to manipulate unstable reason.
But there is no way. It is extremely dangerous to touch the taboo area. The power of gods is not so easy to covet.
The long claws move very quickly and very efficiently.
The blue metal frame is engraved with complex lines, gathering elements and then ejecting them. This is not a complicated mechanism in itself.
It's just that for a long time, this has been difficult to achieve due to the limited concentration of elements in the world.
But now, the world's environment has changed.
Furthermore, the Rat People also have an absolute advantage that the Dark-Eyed Human Race cannot match.
The existence of Youlan Skeleton and enough high-level energy can perform an absolute powerful flying.
As long as the energy level I output is high enough, as long as I output enough energy, there will be no difficulties or bottlenecks at all.
Ratman technology is shocking!
On this day, the primitive people built a dark matter trebuchet and prepared to push it onto the battlefield to blast each other with other people's serious cannons.
A very strange picture.
It only took Longclaw one day to complete the prototype of this magic cannon.
Then, this prototype was sent to the frontline battlefield.
After doing all this, Longclaw breathed a sigh of relief. The fear and anxiety gradually faded away, and rationality and calm returned to his heart.
But suddenly, he came back to his senses.
He realized something was wrong.
He was aware of the problem on his body, and his claws were firmly on the glass pillar containing the Heart of God. His appearance at this time was reflected on the smooth glass surface.
He saw the fine scales that kept popping up and wandering around on his body, and he saw clearly that his eyes had completely turned into vertical pupils.
Everything is so strange.
The power of gods is not so easy to covet.
Longpaw finally realized what he was going to do now. It wasn't the rat's gaze, it wasn't the damn magic cannon, it wasn't the situation of the war, it wasn't even the gods, it was nothing.
He must be fast, he must quickly fill up the heart of God in front of him.
Before he is completely deformed from mind to body, he must be fast, he must be fast!
Only in this way can he save himself. Only in this way can he save himself.
He turned around in a hurry and grabbed something on the table. Simply, he still had time. He felt that he still had time.
Is it really true?
This corner of the dark and deep abyss, the workspace of long claws.
A poor guy was hung up high, in a miserable state, dying.
It was gray stone. Obviously, it fell into Longclaw's hands. This was really not a very good outcome.
But thankfully, he is still alive, and not just alive. Although he doesn’t know how long he can live, Gray Stone has no despair. This dumb guy has been watching these days. Long claw action.
He was studying. Although Long Claw had been going crazy these days, he saw the contents of the leather scroll being reproduced in his hands.
This made him look very seriously.
More and more crazy laughter appeared deep underground, echoing in the corners of this deep abyss.
Longpaw felt that he still had time.
It’s just that from Hui Shi’s point of view, there’s not much difference between him now and him before.
They are all the same crazy.
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The Ratman's magic cannon was carried onto the battlefield, and the Ratman priests quickly figured out how to use this thing.
It's not complicated. Just fill it with the blue bones and wait for the majestic energy to gather on the metal frame engraved with dark blue lines.
This rush-made thing is not particularly safe. Most of the gathered elemental energy will be dissipated on the spot. This is an obvious loss of power, but anyway, this long claw took a day to rub out in a hurry. The gadgets are much better than the terrifying series of war weapons tinkered by the Big Claw priests.
At least the first shot didn't come out of the basket, and it was shot out smoothly.
The only thing that is not so good is that the shooter of this thing is his own. The rat priest who debugged this prototype cannon obviously did not estimate the ballistics and attack distance.
The faint blue mass of compressed elements exploded on the Rat Man's own position.
It made a huge noise, and the blue elemental mass mixed with the power of the soul did not produce as clear a damage effect as the human side's magic cannon.
The dispersed elemental turbulence began to disintegrate in a very short period of time.
But in contrast, a more terrifying effect appeared. The power of the soul that had not been completely released began to vibrate in the fluctuations of the elements, and a blue lightning flashed on the battlefield. It spreads out and strikes all intelligent creatures within the range indiscriminately.
Only intelligent creatures seem to be hit. Even if those imbecile insects, birds and beasts are swept by this blue lightning, they will only stagnate for a short time, and will soon return to normal.
But the guy with higher intelligence is not so lucky.
The faces of all the rat men were still dull and confused. It was obvious that they did not expect to be hit by something thrown from the rear.
The expression on his face was frozen, and a lightning-like blue line climbed up his cheek. He was not dead, and his heart was still beating, but his pupils were dilated and no longer exposed to the outside world. Situations have reactions.
The minds of these rat men seemed to have been wiped out by the blue lightning.
There is no huge difference between this situation and death.
The mind was wiped away, leaving only instinct.
Although I don’t know why the movement and effect produced by the magic cannon on my side are completely different from those on the opposite side.
But the rat people who believe in pragmatism don’t have much thought about this.
They don’t particularly care about the principle of the thing in their hands, what exactly causes the difference in damage effect, nor what kind of blue bones they fill in every time they activate it.
Just know how to use it.
In short, push it to the battlefield and blast it!
The Eastern Expeditionary Force, which had been suppressed for a long time, finally had the ability to fight back at this moment.
The mutual bombardment started immediately. These guys even did not hesitate to drop the blue lightning on their own positions, calibrating the trajectory while firing continuously.
Although it is only a prototype, the lethality of this thing is no worse than that of the Youyan human race.
The area covered by the attack is cleaned almost indiscriminately, and this blue lightning will even spread underground along the tunnels.
One shot will not cause serious damage to the underground tunnels and fortifications, but there will not be many real living things left in this area.
After several rounds of calibration, finally, a cannon shot down in the human position.
The sentries stationed on the front line of the noble coalition had just sent out the early warning signal, and the attack was carried out so eagerly.
They noticed the strange movement on the Eastern Expeditionary Force's side, but they did not expect the Rat Man to be so anxious.
Serious guys will definitely not use their own people to deduce ballistics. Obviously, the rat priests of the Eastern Expeditionary Force who operate magic cannons are not serious guys.
The scenes taking place in the Skaven camp and the frontline troops of the Noble Alliance were staged.
After the elemental turbulence quickly subsided, came the real blow. The blue lightning spread rapidly against the ground. In an instant, the forward position of the noble alliance fell completely silent.
Gloomy blue lightning lines climbed on the faces of human soldiers, military mages, magic knights, and all affected human beings with dark eyes.
The more powerful mental power of the military mage and magic knight did not allow them to survive the terrifying lightning strike, and they also fell into silence in an instant.
The only moving things in this forward position were the horses of the magic knights. However, these horses seemed to be frightened and began to break free from the restraints. No one paid attention to these rioting horses.
The blue lightning pattern brought silent terror. It was as if the person being attacked was receiving a kiss from the devil. He sank silently, which was not much different from death.
Thrilling lightning bombardment.
(End of this chapter)