The child sitting on the brass seat watched the mortal battle with great interest, although it could no longer be called a close battle, but watching the young man he liked stand at the forefront of danger every time made him admire the bravery of this mortal.

It's a pity, if he can become his own champion, then he will definitely prepare for him the greatest conquest, a battle that sweeps the whole world, an eternal battle with only one winner, and no matter which world he chooses, he will send the best champions and warbands to him.

But he was not happy, the child rejected him again and again, and the presence of the Anonymous Clan made it impossible for him to forcibly bless the child.

And his anonymous covenant made it impossible for him to directly send a legion to invade that world...... But it doesn't matter, as a Chaos, he has enough time to be called eternal, and this child named Marin, he is just a mortal, just like he said, when mortals are finally exhausted, this small life of man will always change his mind at different stages of life, and when he is old, maybe he will change his mind.

This child is more suitable for immortality on the battlefield.

Leaning back on the back of the brass chair, the eternal being lifted his hand and his own servant handed it a fresh drink.

Well...... By the way, one more thing.

He raised his head, and the prince next to him immediately lowered his head.

"Where are the souls of those two children?"

"Imprisoned in our underground dungeons, the above good coffins are sealed, is it time to bless them."

Without any eyesight, he waved his hand and slapped the prince into a flower man.

Standing aside, a girl with the same appearance walked up to him: "Your Majesty, what do you mean, give them to Marin?" ”

"Ah, your wisdom really fascinates me, it's not like that damn parrot, little one, go get ready, let my messenger tell Marin that he is still my most anticipated Chosen Champion, and I await the day when he changes his mind, his talents should not be brought into the loess by him, he is naturally fit to live forever on the battlefield." With that, he watched as the girl turned away, and once again cast a puzzled look at everything in his garden.

I and Anonymous are both high-ranking gods, and we have almost the same strength, why are his families so smart and well-behaved, and empathetic.

And these ...... of mine He didn't know how to describe these things, and the confused horror was still facing the mystery in his heart today.

Everyone is a god, why is it so different?

………………

Slave rats are attacking more and more, and the rats are ready to use flesh and blood to overwhelm the human things in front of them, but the long generation gap between cold weapons and the era of World War II after the Industrial Revolution can no longer be filled with magic and magical powers, let alone flesh and blood.

That kind of spear stabbing through a tank can only be seen in the Savage (Civilization) series.

Slave rats can't even waste bullets, they have no end but to be pierced again and again by large-caliber full-power bullets.

Even if their growth cycle can be described as short, in any case, this astronomical exchange ratio is enough to make the rats lose their money.

They are more and more vulnerable in the face of the fact that the troops led by Marin have repeatedly advanced, and even a quick burst of fire can break the morale of the slave rats, they flee in screams, and even scatter their own friendly troops, which makes Marin have a more intuitive experience of these cannon fodder.

The only trouble they caused to Marin was that the soldiers of the logistics team had to drive the car back and forth to pull two rounds of supplies, but in Marin's opinion, the problem that can be solved with bullets is definitely not a problem, and his soldiers will become the most standard killing machines in continuous killing, and in the following era, Marin needs countless veterans who are used to seeing life and death, the more the better.

"We're still a hundred meters from the node." The person in charge of the construction of the underground waterway ran to Marin and asked.

"I see." After Marlin finished speaking, he pulled the trigger of the firearm in his hand, and the shotguns were evenly distributed among the rats in front of him, spraying down several guys hiding in the shadows, along with their kind covering them.

Running in the night? It should be, but their stealth doesn't make any sense, and in the face of such firepower, they can only be killed by collateral damage.

The road ahead is getting wider and wider, and more and more dwarves who were originally used as reserves in the back are joining the first row, and there are more elven archers in the front ranks of the factory guards, although they have only been in contact with these weapons for a short time, but they have a talent far beyond that of humans in how to kill with them.

In addition to the slave rats, there are also some armored storm rats or incense burner monks with chain flails who want to rush into the defense line, but without exception they are all intercepted, and the small number does not need to be dealt with, and when the opponent is too numerous, the dwarven Pyro, who is covered by their own compatriots with shields, will stand up and use the flamethrower to teach the rat people what is called physical purification.

During this time, Marlin heard a strange sound similar to the rotation of a motor, and for safety reasons, Marlin immediately used the Flame Burst to carry out an indiscriminate bombardment of the sound coming from, and the Fire Burst technique fired six consecutive shots - if it wasn't enough, another round.

Then, as the team had traveled some distance, Marin saw the shattered parts.

Skaven Weapons Group? Rat Terring?

This thing doesn't fit into Marlin's world, and if it really needs to, Marin doesn't need to push anything back from this thing and throw them aside, Marin frowned as he looked at the sea of rats rushing over again.

Yes, the rat sea, because all the rat people are rushing at home.

"They're like they're defending something." The Elven Ambassador sensed the problem acutely.

"Yes, even those cannon fodder are not backing down." The Dwarven Craftsman said as he leaned over to let his Pyro brothers come forward.

"Then what are you waiting for, tell the mages in the back, set the mark at 120 yards, and hit a round of six rounds with the Flame Explosion Technique."

Marin said as he turned his head and waved at the machine gun crew on the mechanical body's shoulder, and then saw that the machine gun crew was also waving at him.

"Soldiers! The time has come to witness courage! The first row of bullets to step back! Press it up after the second row is finished! Marin looked at the rat tide that was getting closer and closer, and emptied the shotgun in his hand one by one, and the rat man fell down as if he had been cut by a sickle in the face of the rain of bullets, but he still got closer and closer.

"Mr. Marin! Aren't these things more afraid of death than the greenskins?! The dwarven craftsman shouted loudly.

"No matter how timid a coward is, there should theoretically be a time when he won't back down." Marin replied loudly.

The Pyros began to create a wall of fire fifty yards ahead.

The nezumi rushed through the wall of fire, falling and moving forward in a hail of bullets, screaming and speeding up when the machine guns needed to be replaced.

Then the mages in the rear projected a spell that set the rows of nezumi on fire, and some of them were blown into the queue, only to be nailed to the ground with bayonets before they could come to their senses.

The gunfire began to thin out, and more and more nezumi roared and rushed closer to the queue.

The human soldier joined the queue with a rifle with a bayonet on it.

The Pyros stepped back, helping each other unload the fuel canisters as they joined the front lines of the battle.

Halflings huddle in the lower space of the party with shotguns, and they are responsible for striking any visible rat toes with their guys.

With the rats less than twenty yards from the group, the soldiers below loaded their rifles, put their rifles on their shoulders and began firing again.

Until the rats crashed headlong into the iron wall made of dwarves.

Their weapons are rarely able to break through the armor of the dwarves, and as for the new shields, they can only be bounced off.

The two sides collided, the dwarves stabbed the nezumi with the bayonets on their shotguns, and the two sides killed each other at close range, and the factory guards around Marin kept falling - the long handle of the storm rat could not break through the dwarf's armor, but to the human soldiers who only wore military uniforms and light stab-proof suits, they were nothing more than a piece of paper.

Marin wielded the chainsaw sword, but only in a small area - he was surrounded by his own people, and he could only pull out his revolver and shoot the nezumi - he knew he wouldn't take this guy, it would be better to take his four-barreled shotgun.

Marlin then saw a very burly storm rat rush towards the group.

Is it a boss?

That's you!

MARIN REACHED BEHIND HIM, A HALFLING HAD ALREADY RELOADED THE 40MM SHOTGUN FOR HIM, MARIN TOOK IT AND POINTED IT AT THE BURLY GUY AND PULLED THE TRIGGER.

A 40MM CALIBER SINGLE-HEADED BULLET WAS PUSHED OUT OF THE MUZZLE, AND THEN THE NEXT SECOND IT BURROWED INTO THE CHEST OF THE STORM RAT, WHICH DID NOT DIE IMMEDIATELY, IT TURNED TO FACE MARIN, RAISED THE SPEAR IN ITS HAND AND PREPARED TO THROW.

Then the armor-piercing projectile flying from behind hit Marlin's chest in a kind of slow-motion flight trajectory like a montage in the eyes.

This time, the nezumi was never able to throw its spear again.

Behind him, the rats poured blood mold, and the cannonballs left the deadliest trajectory in their lives in a way that all beings were equal.

Marlin pointed his gun at another place where the nezumi were dense and pulled the trigger - next time try the kind of hand-held cannon he had seen in the books last time.

After all, a large caliber is justice, and a double diameter is the truth.

The machine gun crew rang out again, sweeping a path of death through the rat tide, lightening the pressure on the front line.

"Forward!" Marin shouted loudly! He bowed his head and took the shield from the dead dwarf's hand.

Advance with all the dwarves who can still move forward.

The soldiers of the factory guard did not hesitate to exchange with their companions behind them, and after changing their bullets, they followed, and once again began to shoot.

Once again, the mages began projecting spells into the back of the nezumi.

The rats began to falter, screaming and trying to continue their attacks, but the slave rats eventually broke down, and they began to retreat, eventually turning and fleeing, disrupting the ranks of their own people.

The remaining nezumi were willing to fight again, but Marlin immediately stopped the team at this time - taking advantage of the nezumi confusion, Marlin asked the soldiers to shoot with rifles, and this injury-free exchange eventually accelerated the rout of the nezumi.

They screamed and began to flee in all directions.

It also allows Marin to see the target they are protecting, a giant female mouse.

"This is their mother rat?" The master craftsman also saw the thing, he snorted and spat out a mouthful of blood, then covered his waist, and the rat on the opposite side gave him a knife in the stomach in the battle just now: "They're protecting their mother?" ”

"That's just their fertility machine." Marlin looked at the giant female mouse and reached out and snapped his fingers.

Two dwarves with new fuel canisters ran over.

"Do you need us to burn it here?"

"No, drag it out into the sun, and I'm going to let my citizens watch this ugly thing be set on fire by their allies." Marin shook his head: "You find someone to drag it out." ”

"Leave it to us." The dwarves nodded, and the dwarven firefighters gathered.

They approached the giant rat under the cover of their kind.

"There's a cub!" A dwarf shouted.

"Pick them to death! Don't reason with the intruders! The voice of the great craftsman came.

Marin looked at the rats fleeing to the distant passage and shook his head: "Tell our soldiers that we must clean this underground waterway well, and no rat can be spared." ”

"I'll pass on your orders exactly what." The Elven Ambassador replied with a proud face.

Then he turned around and began the pursuit with his guards, Marin turned his head and saw his commander, the young man with a bloody face, and I don't know whose it was, because he was wearing a mask, and couldn't see his expression clearly, but judging by his performance, this young man did not disgrace his family.

"Sir, are you looking for me?"

"Yes, then you will lead the team, I will let Matilda follow you, one node at a time, one passage by one, and kill all the nezumi, remember, I don't want to live, the world is too crowded to accommodate these uninvited guests."

"Yes, sir, your orders are our mission." When the young man finished speaking, he turned his head and waved, and the soldiers quickly gathered around him and began to move forward in battle formation.

Marlin noticed that the dwarven master had followed with his shieldguards.

So Marlin took the dwarven flamethrowers and watched as they covered the giant rat with a net and dragged it out of the underground waters.

The members of the Church of Mercy who were treating the wounded soldiers at the entrance looked dumbfounded at the trophies that Marin had brought out, and then removed the wounded at Marin's urging.

The dwarves shouted trumpets and dragged their loot to the established crematorium.

"What's that?" Lord Marion had been waiting for news, but when he saw the ball of flesh, he was still disgusted by the twisted creature.

"Mother of the rats, a standard tool." Marin introduced the bishop to His Excellency.

"Mother? Tool? I really feel sorry for the word mother, they desecrate it. Marrian sighed.

"This is fate, Lord Marian, for the rat people, this thing you see is just a tool that is only responsible for reproduction, they can't even be called mothers, because the cubs will be gathered after birth, the weak ones will be eaten by them, and only strong enough to survive to adulthood, but the vast majority of them will become slave rats, a kind of cannon fodder in the standard sense."

“…… Their existence is truly a desecration of life. Bishop Marian said, looking at the ball of flesh that was getting farther and farther away.

"yes, so we have to destroy them all." After Marin finished speaking, he reached out and patted the old man's back: "Your Excellency, you better take a rest, now the rat people are no longer in trouble, they have fled, our army is pursuing them in an orderly manner, they have no way to escape, I ordered that no prisoners be left...... Maybe you can make a sacrifice with their heads, after all, many of the soldiers in my factory guard are your followers this time. ”

“…… I regret now why I didn't stalk old Hoffman and snatch you back then. His Excellency the Bishop mentioned this stubble again, and Marin smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Your Excellency, I am the red-robed chief priest of the Goddess of Harvest, so you still don't mention such an impractical thing." ”

"yes...... Thank you for your hard work this time. At this point, Marian and Marin turned their heads at the same time.

They saw a small teleportation tunnel appear in the street, and out of it came a small dreadnosaur, who faced at least a hundred of them, and held up the box in its hand tremblingly and firmly.

"For me?" Marin asked.

The dreador nodded desperately.

"And under it, you can get out alive."

With Marin finished, the dreadnosaur put down the box and slid headlong into the passage.

Marian turned his head to look at Marin, "I didn't know you had a kind heart for demon fears. ”

"I'm saving bullets, it's a terroristic subordinate, and a coward is not qualified to serve it, so since it's going to die anyway, why waste my bullets." Marin finished speaking, and walked over and kicked the lid open.

There are two jars inside.

"What is this?" Marin didn't know this thing.

"The coffin is a prop for storing the soul, what are you doing with the fear of abuse?" Marian walked over, he crouched down and picked up one of them.

Then as if sensing something, he took it in his arms.

"It's that kid!"

"So their souls weren't crafted into a dreador or some other chaos monster?" Marin suddenly realized why Anonymous couldn't find them - they hadn't been made into chaos at all, and of course there was no way to find them.

"Then these two coffins are your gifts, Your Excellency." Marin felt that this thing had nothing to do with him, and since it was the soul of those two children, he left it to Marian to deal with it himself.

"This is the best birthday present I've ever received, Marlin." The old man hugged the two coffins in joy.

"Happy birthday, Your Excellency." Marin nodded, and at the same time stroked his chest and saluted: "May you live a long life, Your Excellency." ”