Marin's wait came to an end after ten minutes—the messenger from the church gave Marin a reason to leave first.

"I'm sorry, miss, I have something to do here, put the manuscript here for you first, and let him read it when the president is free." Placing the manuscript on the counter, Marin smiled and said goodbye.

Walking out of the hall and opening the umbrella, Marin quickly left the forbidden area, and then opened the teleportation channel, and the trip with precise coordinates took Marin to the maintenance hall of the God of War Church.

The substitutes of the Church of the God of War were preparing their weapons, and Marin saw Marrian, an old man who was even more emaciated than he had seen before.

"What's the situation, the messenger said that he saw a rat-like humanoid creature in the new town?" Marin came to the old man's side and found that his left arm had been broken and blood was still oozing from the bandage.

"Yes, when the children were catching rats, they found that the giant rats were coming out of the underground waters, and a team of children went in with the mentor, but they found those creatures, and three of the children died, and after the tutor was broken, only one of the remaining four children escaped." Bishop Marion pointed to the child not far away.

Marin came to her and found that the boy seemed to be frightened, she repeated the words 'rat man' and 'man-eating monster' incoherently, Marin frowned, and turned his head to look at Marian: "You didn't use the technique?" ”

"Yes, it feels like something has hurt her brain, and there's nothing we can do about it." The church therapist on the side hurriedly spoke.

"Can I try it?" Marin asked, "But I'll say the ugly things up front, if I come, this kid might be hurt even more, but I have to learn all this as quickly as possible." ”

The healer looked at Marian, who nodded, and she nodded, "If sacrifice is necessary, please." ”

Marin didn't need to recall, and raising his hand was a mind control: "Child, what did you see in the underground waters." ”

"Nezumi." This time, the kid gave an immediate answer, even if his eyes were already extremely glazed.

"You came across them when you were so far from the exit after you entered the sewer?" Marin looked him in the eye.

"Seventy-five meters in a straight line, about three hundred and forty-one meters from east to west on Ensting Boulevard, and we saw them in the open space of the sewage storage node, and there was a huge thing, and they were defending it." Gradually, the child looked at Marindi, and his language became clearer and clearer.

"How tall they are, what weapons are used, how many of them." Marin didn't blink, he was in tune with the spirit, hoping to see something directly from his head.

"Pretty much the same as the Mentor, with shields, spears, and some strange muskets, they were wearing armor, a lot, and I couldn't see the number." As the child spoke, blood came out of his nose.

"One last question, how did you get out alive." Marin pulled out the musket from his waist and put it on the child's head.

At this moment, a distorted smile appeared on the child's face: "Human thing. ”

Before he could finish speaking, Marlin shot the child to death: "It's controlled, it's a psyker, a nezumi from the Outlands." Marin said as he sent a message to Faye by messenger, telling her to get the little mice under control.

Especially the little girl called Little Horn.

"Inform the Church of Justice that the rat people of our world have come to relatives." Marin looked at Bishop Marian.

The latter motioned for the messenger to come, and he began to write with his left hand.

Marin shook his head, silently reciting the name of the unknown in his heart, and in the next second, the teleportation channel opened, and a young man poked his head out, and then frowned: "I smell a familiar smell, is there a rat plague in your city?" ”

"You know everything." Marin nodded, pointing to the kid he had beaten to death, "His brain has been completely controlled by the Nezumi Psyker, the outlander, the little cub of the Great Horned Mouse. ”

"You mean, when you kill rats, let me help cover the battlefield, right?" Anonymous asked, looking at Marin.

"Yes, Your Excellency, rats are no match for us, but we need you to control some of the creatures that are ready to move."

"That's no problem, the rat people of this world are my family, and I don't want them to be cute and distorted into an ugly appearance by those chaos gods." The god nodded in agreement with Marin's request, and as he left, he glanced at Marian, "Child, I see the uneasiness and fear in your heart. ”

“…… Excellency. The bishop did not bow his head in the face of the non-believing gods, but tried to look at the anonymous in front of him: "I am only a mortal. ”

"That's right, but no matter what, don't be afraid, fear is the poison of the heart." With that, Anonymous turned around and entered the teleportation channel.

Marin looked at Bishop Marrian: "Your Excellency, I will recruit my factory guards, and these outlanders must be killed. ”

"Then do it, Marin, all the heads you cut off will be the best reward for this world." Marian nodded.

"For the sake of this world, I will do whatever it takes." After Marlin finished speaking, he took out his messenger and began to recruit his factory guard, the Fort Carter Workers' Regiment, which was the first war regiment established under Marin's name, an official regiment with the acquiescence of the royal family, although Marin was in charge of everything.

"Your Excellency, are your workers really okay?" The therapist looked at Marlin and asked with some concern.

To this, Marin nodded: "Believe me, sir, the human beings who have embarked on the road of industrialization are fearless. ”

………………

The Spiritual Ambassador, who had recently lived in the Academy of Sciences, was looking at the mechanical body in front of him and pondering when humanity had progressed to such a terrible point.

A musket that can shoot without pulling the bolt and pulling the trigger has a far longer range than the Elven Longbow.

A cannon capable of destroying all uncovered targets in an area of 100 square meters, with a far faster and longer rate of fire and range than that of an elven mage.

Now they've got this large machine, and although it has a cockpit and requires the driver to expose half of its body to operate it, looking at the large four-shot shotgun fixed to its left arm, the elves can't imagine how terrifying this thing can be in street fighting—no even the most skilled sword dancer should try to get close to it.

It also has a flamethrower on its left arm.

Fuel is delivered from tanks on the back, with a range of up to 100 meters, and there are two modes, one is a direct spray of flame, and the other is a direct injection of fuel and then igniting them with something else, such as a rocket.

What a foolish mistake we have made to think that short-lived beings are inherently inferior to their immortals...... It's ridiculous.

Knowledge is the most terrifying existence, whether it is human beings or elves or other life, in this scientific institute, all races have proved their excellence, and also proved that knowledge is the most terrible power in this world.

It doesn't have the hardness of a sword, nor does it do the damage that a spell does, but the armed beings have created weapons far more powerful than swords and spells.

"Your Excellency, we have received news from Fort Carter, and His Excellency Marlin needs a one-dimensional air." The rearmament team's speech made the Elf Ambassador look at Aircraft One.

It was a low, tracked mobile platform, its front armor was 200 mm thick, the largest armament was a 76 mm short-barreled shoulder gun, the loading group was in the counterweight basket behind it, the three halflings were responsible for loading, and the shooting was controlled by the driver, this thing the elf ambassador had ever seen, and the most powerful chaos monster could not withstand a blow, and the silver-seeping steel core bullet blessed by the divine blessing could punch a huge hole in the monster's body.

"What happened to Mr. Marlin at Fort Carter."

"The nezumi of the Outlands, it seems to be a clan that has infiltrated, damn Chaos."

The halfling leader of the maintenance team replied, and he began to urge his companion to speed up the reload: "Your Excellency Marin needs the fastest and best service, hurry!" ”

The Elven Ambassador thought about it and decided to spread the news to the Elven Clan at Fort Carter, and at the same time, the Elven Ambassador would join in with the embassy guards - the Elves were never absent from the battle with the Outlanders.

………………

"What are those long-eared people doing?" The master master of the dwarf had sensed that there was something wrong with the elven ambassador just now, why did he pull his guards over?

Well, the anti-chaos circle didn't call the police, these guys shouldn't have been fooled by ghosts yet, but because of that, what are they trying to do?

By the way, what are the halfling rearmament teams doing, they are arming the first mech? This thing is used for street fighting, are they going to go to the old nest of the Morvis family?

It's not right, they're located in the capital, and they didn't hear any shouts of killing, and they didn't hear any cannons.

So, out of curiosity, the dwarf master grabbed a halfling: "What are you doing?" ”

"Your Excellency Marin's message, let's prepare the No. 1 body as quickly as possible, he wants to use it."

"Greenskins again, or Black Orcs?" This is the first thing that comes to the dwarf's mind.

"No, I heard that it was a rat man from the outer lands, and His Royal Highness Anonymous has already been alarmed." After speaking, the halfling pulled his sleeve out of the dwarf's hand: "Don't stop me, if you delay Mr. Marin's business, you and I will have to walk around without eating." ”

You're a ball!

The master craftsman was furious—why didn't Mr. Marlin tell them that the nezumi must be underground, and the dwarves are the best at doing this, a hundred times better than the elves...... No! Two hundredfold!

There was a fury here, and a dwarf messenger ran over with a sweaty face: "Your Excellency! Why are you here! I've been looking for you for ten minutes! ”

The dwarven master glanced at his feet...... Hey, how can this be a human work area?

"What's the matter?" In order to hide his embarrassment, the master craftsman's eyes widened.

"There's a message from Lord Marin, they asked if we could send him a team of Pyro, and he said he was going to barbecue the rats."

"How can a squad be enough! I'll lead the team myself! Tell our old guys that it's time to burn. The corners of the master's mouth curled dangerously.

………………

"I didn't know why you made the underground sewers look like the corridors of the Royal Pavilion, but now I understand." Looking at the full map of the underground waterways in front of Marin, Lieutenant Pobran Kachev scratched his head: "What are we going to do with the city defense army?" ”

Although Pobulan Kachev is not the commander of the city defense army, he is the largest officer in the current position - the commander of the city defense army took his adjutant to the provincial military headquarters two days ago to report on his work, and now the largest officer of the city guard army of 800 people is an old man who has been a non-commissioned officer for thirty years, and Lieutenant Pobran-v is more or less the commander of a reinforced company, who has fought in the north and Chaos, and has seen the world better than him.

Watch this exit, block all the rats that want to escape, we'll enter from this side, and then we'll destroy all the ratmen, I'll give you four machine guns to boost your firepower, remember, make sure to hold here.

"That's fine, I'm good at it." Poblan said.

Marin also knew that what a young lieutenant like him was best at in the north was waiting for chaos to rush over in the trenches.

Of course, now that the weapons have been updated, there are very few chaos that can rush into their faces.

But this young man is really good at it.

"I'll leave it to you." After speaking, Marin turned his head to look at the commander of the third regiment of his factory guard, a young man who came out of the small military academy run by Marin himself: "Helem, you guard the entrance and exit of the new area, don't let them out, remember, that is your starting point and your end, don't take a step back." ”

"Yes, sir, behind us is our home." The young man, though cramped, answered Marin in the firmest voice.

"Yes, behind each of us is our home." After saying that, Marin looked at the elves: "Don't go in with you, Mr. Ambassador, you are too tall to fight in that kind of narrow terrain." ”

"Sir, what you said is that I will let our clan be out there to help our allies, but please don't disgrace my blade, please let me follow you, and at least one elf should follow in the footsteps of my allies."

The ambassador's insistence made Marin finally nod: "Then you will follow me, but I will say that the bullet on the opposite side is high, and it is exactly the position of your chest." With that, Marin opened his arms, and the halfling began to help Marin put on heavy armor oozing with pure gold - for the first time, Marin took the initiative to adjust his height in order to enter the underground waterway.

"No problem, sir, we elves also have our own armor, although times have changed, and I am no longer a white lion knight, but I believe that my family heirloom armor will stay with me until the end of the world." With that, the ambassador turned and began to arm with the help of his guards.

"Although I want to say that the elven armor is too fancy, but that's just the appearance, to be honest, we dwarves don't have a good way to deal with this kind of armor when we have a grudge against them." The dwarven craftsman walked over to Marin in his heavy sentry armor and said.

"I heard you have a book of hatred too?" Marin asked.

"How could there be that thing, we dwarves have a grudge and take revenge on the spot, only a sissy will cry and cry to take revenge on that thing." The master craftsman laughed and asked his subordinate to hang the fire-breathing fuel canister on the hook of the back armor, and then took the spray gun handed by his superior.

"I think so too, this kind of uninvited villain, just kill them all." MARIN HELD A CHAINSAW SWORD IN HIS RIGHT HAND AND GRABBED A 40MM CALIBER SHOTGUN REPEATER IN HIS LEFT HAND.

"What is this?" The master craftsman looked at the big guy and expressed a certain curiosity.

"The anonymous lord gave it, he said that it was a weapon made by his family, and he borrowed it from me to play." Marin said with a sigh: "When the fight is over, I try my best to push back the drawings." ”。

"Your Excellency Marlin, Gao Yi!" The dwarven great craftsman was ecstatic.

If there's anything in the world that can make a dwarf laugh, it's a brand new blueprint that has never been seen before.