The corpses of the rat men were quickly dragged away by the people in charge of handling the corpses - Marlin dressed them in full-covered gel coats, and the people of the Church of Mercy were digging the crematorium, never expecting the guests to come uninvited faster than they could dig the pit.

Marin walked to the front of the group again, this time with a squad of halflings following Marin, armed with flares and shotguns, tasked with lighting the way ahead.

The nezumi roared from far away.

Their companions were no longer able to respond to them, and the sound of neat footsteps echoed into the distance.

"The pollution wasn't too bad, and it didn't look like they had been around for long." The inspector in the halfling team is responsible for checking the contamination of the underground waterways by the disease, and his report makes Marlin somewhat relieved - these rat people should regard this underground waterway as part of the underground realm, and they should not even have excavated their underground demon capital - this is not because they are lazy, of course, but because when Marlin made the underground waterways, all the ground stones were surgically hardened and integrated, and the rats wanted to dig up these tons of rock. It wasn't something that could be solved in a moment, psionic or otherwise, but it was enough for the whole city to hear.

But judging from the performance of these rat people, they should want to do it quietly, and they don't want to do it to the whole city.

As for why the team of children suddenly discovered an anomaly in the underground waters, Marin thought for a while, and finally could only describe it as lucky.

It's been like this these days, if you're lucky, you can't stop anything.

Of course, after the luck took a turn for the worse and finally lost his life, then he had to blame Lady Luck for being a chaotic and abandoned Bichi.

…… Well, if Marin is concerned, he can't say that this time it's probably a parrot who did it.

As the line progressed, the passage began to widen, and it was the passage before entering the node, and Marin stopped as he heard a large number of small footsteps.

The halfling used his projectile to shoot a viscosity flare at the ceiling in front of him, and then quickly slipped into the dwarf's clearance.

Marin stood at the front of the line and shook his head at the approaching rats, "Slave rats." ”

"What do you mean?" The dwarf craftsman asked deliberately.

"Cannon fodder." Marin changed an easy-to-understand word.

This time the master craftsman understood, and he nodded: "Old guys! Steady. ”

It was still the factory guards who pulled the trigger, and in the face of 10mm full-power rounds, these skinny nezumi fell like wheat in the face of a sickle.

The morale of these slave rats was quickly depleted, and they did not fight at all like the plague monks before them, but turned and fled quickly.

"Are there many of them?" The master craftsman asked.

"Many, very much, so much so that you'll feel sorry for you, you've run out of bullets and still haven't been able to kill them." Marin replied with a smile.

The master craftsman's face changed when he heard this—and sure enough, his heart began to ache, and he had not yet fired a bullet.

"Don't worry, as you can see, our rifle bullets can penetrate multiple rat men, enough barrage and evenly matched battlefield fronts are the magic weapon to win, you see, in this kind of terrain, we are invincible."

As he spoke, the sound of a huge object running in the distance was heard, and then a huge mouse appeared in everyone's sight.

"Oh my God, it's so high." The members of the halfling group were screaming.

"What is this?! Also a rat man?! The master craftsman asked Marlin as he looked at the huge nezumi whose head was almost reaching the ceiling, as for the strong nezumi in armor behind him, who could no longer enter his line of sight.

"Rat troll, Matilda! I've got it over to you! ”

"Leave it to me!" As soon as the girl finished speaking, she opened fire, and with the sound of the cannon, Marin thought of a question - did this thing have a cartridge case collector when it was thrown at the bomb, and if it wasn't installed, Marin could only bless the unlucky guy who received the cartridge case with a hard enough neck.

Fortunately, the halflings were equipped with collectors, and the shells did not fall on anyone's head.

The cannonball burrowed into the rat troll's chest, then out from behind it, and then deflected and swept the storm rat in its path.

The rat troll didn't die, and then a second shot fired, this time turning its head into a thing of the past.

The cannonball pierced through the head, then hit the ground and ricocheted, once again sending a bloody storm through the Storm Rats' queue.

The shooting of the factory guards began, and there were also scattered arrows flying on the opposite side, most of them flew somewhere, but some still landed in the queue, Marin used the chainsaw sword in his hand to open the two, the dwarves blocked most of them, but there were still a few unlucky bullets that caught the arrows with each other's bodies.

But the gunfire never stopped, and the soldiers who had finished firing exchanged bullets with their teammates behind them, keeping the fire dense and spreading the danger to everyone.

Because of the armor, there were still storm rats approaching the team, and then the dwarves finally fired, the shotgun with a steel core single-headed bullet had absolute penetration and penetration of the protective equipment on the storm rat's body, and a large storm rat appeared in Marin's sight, and it and its subordinates tried in vain to approach this team of humans, dwarves and elves, but they ultimately failed.

Marlin finally raised the big guy in his hand and gave it a blow with a one-headed bullet - a one-piece cut lead canopy burrowed into the Storm Rat's chest, piercing its armor and sending the Storm Rat flying.

It ended up falling on top of the pile of corpses.

"It's a shame that these guys' heads can't be cut off as souvenirs, but no one likes a mouse's head." The master craftsman followed Marin to the corpses, and the dwarves began to mend them.

"Put away your careful thoughts, I feel that times have really changed, if it was two hundred years ago, when we fought with these guys, we would definitely pay a lot of casualties." The elven ambassador came over again at this time, and in the face of the dwarf master craftsman's eyes glaring at the dead, he looked at Marin blindly: "Your Excellency, this is what you said, have the times changed?" ”

"Yes, the Industrial Revolution has not only brought about 20-round semi-automatic rifles, but we have been able to destroy the enemy faster, better and more than before." Marin said as he lifted his foot and stomped off the nezumi neck, who was still breathing.

"I think that if it weren't for Mr. Marin, we would have to die here today." The halfling stood up and said a word of justice.

"You, boy, if it weren't for Mr. Marin's drawings, we'd still be fighting with front-loading muskets, axes, hammers, and long-handled guys and these stinky rats." The master craftsman said disapprovingly, and at the same time stabbed the rat-man who was still crawling to death with the bayonet in his hand.

The halfling captain snorted, and then ran to Marin's side: "Your Excellency, please also customize some equipment for us, we swear, our Big Toe Clan will definitely follow you and offer you loyalty." ”

"Okay, I got it." Marin was unimpressed by the halfling's allegiance, but since he had said so, Marin decided to make the most of it.

In the next war, every life will be a pawn.