In the sky, red flares are in the shape of an upward trident, which is clearly visible for kilometers away.

"It's Karna's!" Martin frowned.

No one knows Karna's urine better than he is - haughty.

At any time, she always considers herself the Empress of the Empire. Since the last bloody defeat to him, although a lot of business agreements have been negotiated, Karna has always been full of energy to show him some results. For example, ascending to the throne of the Imperial Empress before he conquered the wasteland.

It's a pity that Martin took less than half a year to take down the entire wasteland. She didn't make any real progress in Rick.

Martin still remembers the little challenge in her eyes before the game, which was to play against him. Perhaps she wanted to obtain unimaginable resources from Sigmar through bloody competition, and then dream of being her empress.

She did take the flare gun, but Martin probably wouldn't use it to kill her.

Now that I actually saw her distress flare, I can only say that something big must have happened that made her have to send out a flare.

In order not to throw Valrhona off the boat, Martin asked Vimona to make a wide-angle turn in the sand, which was almost a tail flick, but it was actually a smooth turn.

"Ahh

Although the fastest horses of the era could run at speeds of more than 60 kilometers per hour, it was a sprint race. If a horse runs two kilometers at a speed of 50 kilometers per hour with a rider alone, it will generally win the provincial championship and be given the title of 'Maxima'.

Most of the time, horses can only move at a constant pace of 20 kilometers per hour, and it is good to be able to run for five hours in one go. If you are weight-bearing, then reduce the amount again.

Vimana defied common sense and ran 40 kilometers per hour on sand dunes of different depths in one breath, which was definitely a miracle.

Vimona also carried an air shield in the bow of the ship, and the speed of the ship was at the limit of the current stage, and he only felt a breeze on his face, without any discomfort.

The system determined that the distance between the ground where the flare was fired and Martin was 3.52 kilometers away, and it took Martin more than five minutes to fly there in Vimona.

It is the ruins of a temple built by digging a hole in a sandstone mountain, and the huge human sculpture is in the style of ancient Egypt on earth.

Unfortunately, the figure's head had fallen off, and its eyes were full of rat men nailed to the wall, many of whom were not yet dead, struggling and twitching their bodies, as if trying to fish themselves out of the strange large metal nails.

That was impossible, the nail had a sharp spear at the front, but the back was bifurcated and expanded like a thumbtack. The front is small and the back is large, and if you have to force it out, it will only allow the metal spear that penetrates the body to expand the wound.

The most standard practice should be to sawn off the metal nails.

This is not possible for the average nezumi with poor equipment.

In a sense, this crucifixion is more like an execution.

Of course, seeing the corpses of humans scattered on the side of the road that had been eaten by the nezumi outside the temple would not show the slightest pity for the nezumi.

Looking at the golden light on the spikes, Martin suddenly thought of the metal mage who was beside Karna.

I guess it's not wrong.

Vimona entered the temple gate at high speed, and along the way, Martin saw a large pile of nezumi storm warrior corpses, and it would be more appropriate for those guys to be [storm rats].

In Martin's impression, those burly nezumi had standard armor defense, and their strength was definitely comparable to that of ordinary knights in Bakaria.

But they all died.

The cause of death was that their own armor had turned into a prop for their murder.

Martin saw with his own eyes that the left chest of a chest armor was abnormally recessed, turning into a spike that pierced the heart of the Storm Rat and exited the back of his left shoulder.

"Can all metals be a metal mage's weapon?

Entering the temple, the blazing sunlight outside cannot penetrate it.

Originally, the temple was lit with torches all year round, and it was obvious that after the loss of priests and servants, the rat people, who were accustomed to the darkness, did not have the kindness to light torches for humans.

It doesn't matter, Martin has system scanning, Valrhona has dark vision. There was no effect on the two.

"Roar!" A strange and loud roar in front of him proved that the battle was becoming fierce.

Martin could already foresee that there must be a large boss-level monster present.

Sure enough, in the halls of the temple, Martin saw three muscular giant versions of macho ratmen.

Bulging pectoralis major muscles, eight-pack abs, well-defined biceps...... Almost every bulging muscle is the size of an oil drum.

Aside from the spiky rat's head with its reddened eyes and the huge claws on its limbs, it's hard to associate the creature in front of you with the rat-man.

[Rat Troll]: The Morde clan of the nezumi combines the body of a monster with the blood of a nezumi to create a mutant beast with the reaction speed of the nezumi and the muscle power of the troll.

This is the most notorious and popular killing weapon among the warlord clans, with almost every clan buying more than one and unleashing a swarm at once on the battlefield, crushing the enemy's legions with incredible speed.

According to the information given by Melmitya, the rat troll certainly has many shortcomings. These behemoths have very small heads, and can only kill through the instincts of wild beasts, unable to practice complex tactics, and it takes a lot of effort to take them back after being released into battle, otherwise they will start killing each other and mutilating themselves.

However, when confronted with enemies other than nezumi, they are able to unite with each other.

When the two Martins arrived, they happened to see that at the end of the 200-meter-long temple hall, a strong man of the order camp was torn apart.

It was literally torn to shreds.

The guy who was supposed to be a free mercenary was first lifted high, and the rat troll's two giant claws tugged at his thighs, striking a point left and right.

"Shhh

Perhaps it was the deceased's dying shot that angered the rat troll, and the rat troll, whose head was crumbled by the shotgun stretched out his sharply curved claws and slashed at the victim before the others could stop him.

All of a sudden, the whole corpse became scattered. In the splattered blood, mixed with crooked intestines and other internal organs, it was simply miserable.

"Vomit!" Valrhona wanted to retch.

In Martin's vision, the system marked two corpses for him. One is the Knight of Bakaria, who has apparently had his head gnawed off by a rat troll. The other is a dwarf, who was probably trampled on his lower body, half of his body was blurred with flesh and blood, and then his head was screwed off by brute force by the rat troll.