And those black rats and gray rats whose eyes were red by the fire of ambition were also unusual, showing their sharp fangs to their masters,-for-tat, and unwilling to endure.

"Our faith in the gods is by no means half as weak as that of any noble warrior!"

They screamed, "We are also creatures of the gods, and we are favored by the gods, and we are willing to exchange our precious lives for the salvation of the gods!" ”

The two sides quarreled, and in the end, it was the national teacher who made the final decision - this time it was up to the slave soldiers who fought bravely and performed well to test the power of the artifact, and as for the nobles, when the soldiers came to the snake demon's lair, there would be a chance!

So, three strong, loyal slave soldiers were chosen.

They are all extremely lucky survivors of the defense of Luminous City, where tens of millions of cannon fodder have been repeatedly swept by the insect tide.

They are fanatical, believing that it is the blessing of the gods that has kept them alive today, and that dying for the gods is their worthless life, the only meaning.

The grenades were firmly taped and wrapped around them.

They were taught how to use the artifact - as simple as desperately rushing into the densest spots of the enemy, then sticking out their tails, burrowing into the tabs, and tugging lightly.

Before leaving, the national teacher personally presented them with medals, three shiny Coke bottle caps, and solemnly announced that they were no longer slaves, but became glorious citizens of the Fang Kingdom.

The national teacher also gave each of them a chocolate with a wine heart.

I don't know if it was the sweetness of chocolate, the heat of alcohol, or the devout belief in the gods, they burned red all over their bodies, and they literally changed from gray squirrels and black rats to three-headed red rats.

After a wave of cannon fodder group charged, the three-headed red rat rushed out.

The national teacher and a handful of nobles hurriedly ran backwards with their heads in their hands, and they all hid behind solid rocks, or burrowed into rock crevices, but they could not find any obstacles, and they also had to hide in milk powder cans stuffed with cotton wool and straw.

The ignorant slave soldiers and the "barbarians" of the vassal tribes continued to forge ahead, quickly filling the gap left by the retreat of the national teachers and nobles.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ”

In the depths of the cave, there were three loud bangs, causing earth-shattering shocks.

Because the grenade exploded in the confined space, the destructive power was very amazing, and countless insects were blown into bright red smoke and powder on the spot, and the rat clan who were entangled with them fell into the same fate.

The shockwave rushed down the caves and rock crevices like a stormy wave, and everywhere it went, even if the appearance of the insects and rats was not damaged, their internal organs had already been shattered, and they all bled and fell stiffly.

The violent shock triggered a chain reaction, and the stalactites on the roof of the cave and the gravel on the rock wall cracked, tumbled, and smashed, plowing out bright red ravines between the insect tide and the rat tide.

Even if they were hiding in the distance, the guarded national teachers and a handful of nobles felt their blood churning, and their internal organs and brains felt as if they had been punched hard.

Even the rat army, which was gathered several kilometers away and was blocked in the rock crevices, felt the vibration of the surrounding rock walls, and their eyes widened, and they flicked their tails in panic, unable to guess whether this was the wrath of the gods or the thunder of the demons.

The battlefield that was originally fiercely fought appeared in a moment of deathly silence.

Then, one by one, the rats who were lucky not to die, or who were seriously injured and were about to die, staggered to their feet, like a group of walking corpses manipulated by the rope.

They were not angry at the indiscriminate attacks of the rear commanders, nor were they afraid of their imminent death, but they were deeply shocked by the power of the anti-infantry grenades, and bathed in the devastating shock wave as the brilliance of the gods.

"Great, gods!

"Great, Fangs Kingdom!

"Great, rat civilization!"

They laughed like madness, and the people stood up, and with strange steps, like drunken clowns, threw themselves at the sparse tide of insects, until they completely disappeared into the depths of the insects, and the shouts of "great, great" still lingered among the stalactites, and the aftermath lingered.

It was not so much the power of the anti-infantry grenade as the devastating power unleashed by this "artifact" that strengthened the belief in the victory of the rat people, mainly the slaves who rushed to the front, and they rushed forward one after another, fearlessly rushing forward, and finally crushing the insect tide, and completely occupying this cave not far from the snake demon's lair on the second day of the fierce battle, so that the rat army had a stable "forward base".

The national teacher once again held a celebration banquet and festival to sell his strange theories of "the creation of the gods" and "heaven on earth".

Chu Ge knew that he should participate, on the one hand, to win the trust of the national teacher, and on the other hand, to observe this pet dog Chengjing up close.

But somehow, he really couldn't contain his churning heart, and pleaded guilty to the national teacher through the cat eater, but he was alone and returned to the battlefield.

At this moment, the battlefield is still full of gunsmoke and lingering warmth.

The corpses everywhere have not yet been cleaned up, and teams of slave soldiers walk through it like lonely souls and wild ghosts, becoming more and more like Shura Hell.

Chu Ge walked through the Shura Hell in despair, unable to contain many strange and chaotic thoughts popping up in his mind.

"Long tongue...... Long tongue ......"

Suddenly, he heard a faint voice shouting.

The piles of corpses suddenly moved, revealing a blood-stained rat face that had been gnawed so hard that you could see the bones.

This is a childish little mouse.

The shattered face is shining with the brilliance of humanity.

It had seen Chu Ge in the triumphal ceremony or the fierce battle in Luminous City a few days ago, and knew that he was a warrior who had been inspired and blessed by the gods like the immortal general, and must have known many things that it did not understand, and could solve its final confusion.

"The gods must have seen my performance."

The childish little mouse "squeaked", "I'll soon see heaven under the blue sky and white clouds, right?" ”

“……”

Facing the little mouse's expectant expression, Chu Ge was speechless and didn't dare to look at its eyes.

"Don't move, you won't die, I'll get you out!"

Chu Ge thought that when he had just awakened his superpowers, he had rescued a little girl named Yanzi under the collapsed building.

The two images overlapped in his mind, making him in a trance, unable to distinguish whether he was a human being or a mouse, and the opposite, and a human or a rat on the other side?

He gritted his teeth and struggled to dig through the wreckage that had crushed the little mouse, dragging it out.

Then, Chu Ge's eyes froze.

This little mouse does not have a lower body.

It was about cut off by a fragment of an anti-infantry mine, but with the powerful vitality of the aura watered by it, it was okay for Chu Ge not to move, and as soon as he moved, his internal organs flowed out in a hurry.

"That's heaven, right?"

The little mouse, staring distractedly at somewhere above the rock formation, stared in confusion and muttered again.

Chu Ge let out a difficult grunt from the depths of his throat, noncommittal.

The little mouse took his vagueness as a tacit acquiescence, and its face bloomed with the glow of incomparably happiness, and slowly spit out the last breath of anger, and died peacefully.

Chu Ge held the corpse of the little mouse and sat quietly for a long time among the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood.

Then, he carefully buried the remains of the little mouse in a rock crevice in the corner of the cave, and continued to walk deeper into the cave.

It was originally the base camp of the snake clan that controlled the insect tide.

Attacked by both anti-infantry grenades and flamethrowers, it has the same glazed nature as the lazy dragon's lair, turning into a colorful hell.

Chu Ge found some snake corpses here.

For some reason, looking at the slender eyes of the snake clan and the appearance of the glass beads that had been burned into gray and black, Chu Ge couldn't give up the slightest hatred or disgust.

Do these snake clans, like the little rats who died tragically in their arms just now, really know what they are doing?

Of course, it was the snake clan that drove the insect tide to attack Luminous City first, but judging from the means of the national teacher's thunderous counterattack, it didn't seem like it was caught off guard at all, but it seemed like it had been planned for a long time - even if the snake clan didn't strike first, the national teacher would do everything possible to find an excuse to start a war against the snake clan.

After two extremely cruel bloody battles, Chu Ge couldn't tell which one was more dangerous and more murderous, the national teacher or the snake demon.

Walking further, Chu Ge saw a familiar figure, standing on a rock protruding like fangs, looking down on the Purgatory battlefield alone.

It was the immortal general who fell into the same situation as him - White Night.