Let go of that monster girl!

Pointy cat ears, a short sword—so cute, and with inexhaustible enthusiasm and courage.

Could it be the hero who led the cats to their dream home?

When asked this question, Jimmy lowered his head shyly, a rare occurrence for him, and the tips of his cat ears turned red.

"No, meow. For a hero, at least you need a really powerful sword, meow. You also need to be very powerful, meow. You need to be very smart, meow. You need to have a lot of ideas, meow. And you also need to be very cool, meow."

"The cat...the cat knows there's someone..."

"Do you want to hear his story, meow?"

The cats raised their heads and looked towards the direction of the tent high up.

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Moren stood high above the Sweet Hill camp, looking down at the busy rats and the cats gradually blending in, then turned and walked toward the foreman rats in charge of logistics.

"Don't worry about them for the first few days. Let them do whatever they want. Once they've recovered, the cats will come to us on their own."

"Should we stop the cats if they want to leave?"

"Need not."

Molen shrugged and looked at Jimmy, who was happily busy helping the cats move things not far away.

Cats are born free; they only stay where they feel comfortable.

Chapter 148 Cat Train and Promotion

As time went by, the weather grew colder and colder.

Winter seems to have arrived much earlier than usual this year, and it's likely that it will snow within a day or two.

However, all the mice are no longer afraid of winter, and the cats who were worried about it should soon understand why the mice are so confident.

As the cat camp gradually got on track, many cats decided to leave Sweet Hill and go to the Low Hill Market to broaden their horizons.

The Mouse Girl Train only runs two round trips a day, so waiting for it is not easy.

The catgirls, carrying their luggage, squatted on the Sweet Hill platform waiting for the train. They held cloth bags and candy coupons, and some were even wrapped in small blankets with their eyes closed, curled up in a ball and dozing off on the platform.

Bored cats hook their tails around each other and lick each other's fur to pass the time.

"It's here! The car's here, meow!"

With a clang, the Mouse Girl Train stopped at the Dessert Hill platform, and all the cats raised their heads in unison.

It's so big, it's scary for the cat!

A huge iron monster, a very big and long iron monster, its belly was full of little mice!

Immediately, a cat arched its back and began to breathe on the front of the car, while the mouse next to it skillfully picked up a blanket, covered her head, and patted her with its little paw.

"This is the Mouse Girl Train, it doesn't bite cats."

The cats climbed onto the train, crawled into the carriages, and even climbed onto the roof, lying on the metal sheet and looking around.

"We're inside the big monster's belly, meow."

"Meow, I'm on the back of this big monster."

"We're going to fall, meow!"

The Rat Girl Train slowly started moving, and the militia rats had to peek out from time to time to see if the cat on the roof was still there.

The carriage was also packed with excited cats, cat ears were everywhere, and the cats were peering out the windows curiously.

Another carriage was crowded with rats with round ears. Among the round ears, there were several beast girls who were obviously much taller. The well-behaved labor reform beast girls now had a parole opportunity once a month. They were led by a squad leader rat and could run around.

Among the beast girls, a small one wears a small iron pot on her head. Two round rat girl ears cut from cardboard are pasted on the pot, and the rat girl's face is drawn in chalk on the side of the pot, with two round eyes and a curved mouth.

The mouse girl next to her carefully reached out and straightened Robert's head, which had tilted to the side.

"Why is she still wearing this pot?"

"I'm afraid of being recognized by people in the market."

With a clang, the Mouse Girl Train sped across the desolate fields, with glittering little mushroom trees flashing by every now and then. The fluorescent light streaked past the train windows, eliciting gasps of surprise from the country cats.

The train briefly passed through the mushroom grove. The cats on the roof followed the fluorescent mushrooms from the front to the top of their heads, and then to the back. The cats slowly tilted their heads back, and then all of them lay on their backs on the roof, limbs in the air.

"So pretty, meow!"

"It's glowing, meow!"

The militia rat shouted:

"Don't stick your body out of the vehicle!"

"And don't eat the glowing mushrooms either!"

The Rat Girl Train was safe and convenient, and soon pulled into the Mill Village station. There were few passengers here today, except for a militia rat stationed there. It jumped onto the last carriage, carefully inspected the rotating turret, patted the barrel, turned the crank, and counted the shells.

"Weapons in good working order, ready to launch!"

The cats cheered as the Mouse Girl Train started moving again, heading towards the new market.

They excitedly discussed what good things to buy and what good things to eat at the Aishan Market.

"Don't forget what Boss Jimmy told us to bring, meow. We're not going to the market to play, meow."

"You can play for a while, meow."

But when the Mouse Girl train officially crossed the northern boundary of the low mountain, the cats gradually stopped laughing.

Although the protective forest in Citrus Territory was planted long ago, the protective forest outside the low hills is still just a few mushroom sprouts, sparsely covering the ground, not even enough to cover an ankle.

Once you enter the hilly area, you are no longer in the safe low mountain territory; you return to the endless, lightless wasteland, where monsters may appear at any time.

The cats looked around at the darkness with fear, their eyes gleaming and their ears standing straight up on their heads, as if afraid that a chimera might suddenly appear out of nowhere.

Large, white, fluorescent mushroom trees would occasionally flash by, and each sudden burst of white light would make the cats meow in fear.

The cat on the roof couldn't resist trying to squeeze through the window, its little paws gripping the window frame as it tried to get inside.

"Make way, meow, we need to get into the car, meow."

"Don't move! The bus is still moving. Wait until Carrot gets off before you come in!"

The beast girls inside the vehicle looked around in fear. The inhabitants of the Lightless knew how easily such a clanging, large contraption could attract monsters in the wasteland.

The militia rat raised its little hand, but couldn't reach the beast girl's shoulder, so it patted her arm, its tone very calm:

"Don't worry, squeak!"

"The Rat Girl train has cannons at the rear, and it drives very fast. The militia rats are very skilled at it, and they can spot the chimeras from a great distance and then blast them to smithereens."

The other rat girls also looked out at the dark wasteland and whispered among themselves.

"There wasn't a single Chimera Beast around Carrot Collar for a while, I don't know why."

“A few days ago, there was a huge chimera beast, as long as two mice, that was blasted into only half its original size by a single shot.”

"If we don't count the Great Bad Dragon, we've never seen a Chimera Beast bigger than that."

Ding-ding-dong, the Mouse Girl train approaches the vicinity of Carrot Collar.

The little guy with a small pot on his head shook his head, and the cardboard ears on the pot wobbled along with it.

"Only two mice long? I once caught one that was four mice long."

Eh?

Four mice?

The mice looked at each other, their round ears standing up at the same time.

If it's twice as long, that's eight times the size—a truly terrifying monster!

"Really?"

The short man wearing the pot raised his hand and pointed out the window.

"That's right, just like that guy over there."

That guy over there.

The beast girls turned to look out the car window, but all they saw was the monotonous night. Neither the beast girls with night vision nor those without could see anything wrong.

The mice gradually showed expressions of fear, and all looked out the car window.

The mouse girls don't have good eyesight, but they have a pair of sensitive round ears.

There's something there!

Outside, on that empty wasteland, something is following the train, moving rapidly forward!

The militia rat stared wide-eyed, desperately trying to see into the darkness. Its small eyes couldn't see anything clearly, but its keen hearing wouldn't lie to the rat.

Heavy footsteps were approaching from the depths of darkness. The militia rats quickly turned the turret handles, creaking as they aimed the cannons at an even darker area in the night.

The darkness was shifting, and a body over three meters tall gradually emerged from the night, its lead-gray fur half-hidden in the darkness, drool dripping from its greedy mouth.

The catgirls on the roof cried out in terror:

"We're doomed, meow!"

"I'm doomed, meow! Waaaaah!"

"Ignite it!"

The militia rat raised the ignition lever, the turret shook violently, and the grenade flew into the darkness, leaving a trail of fire, hitting the tall shadow squarely in the chest.

The orange-red flames of the explosion tore through the night, and the huge beast's body was blasted off its entire left half with a shrill scream.

The giant chimera rolled to one side, its scales and fur ignited by the flames, leaving a long trail of burning.

The catgirls on the train huddled together in fear, while the mousegirls pressed themselves against the windows, peering out.

"Is it dead?"

"Its head's off, it must be dead."

"What a big, scary rat!"

"But it still fell down with one shot, wow! Artillery is indeed more powerful!"

That's it? It startled me; I thought it was something amazing.

As expected, carbon-based organisms are susceptible to acute iron poisoning.

The mouse girls turned their heads and saw that the cats had already turned into a pile of fur balls.

Then the mouse girls raised their heads and shrank into a ball of fear.

In the darkness on the other side of the train, a huge mouth slowly slid along the outer wall of the carriage, its hungry saliva dripping down the carriage and emitting a horrifying stench.

Another giant chimera was close to the train, its outline slowly emerging from the darkness.

The cat and mouse screamed together.

"When did it get so close?!"

"No, it's too close to the car! Screech! Switch to solid shot! Quickly, pry out the grenade!"

The militia rat frantically unscrewed the breechblock, its little hands dragging the heavy gunpowder bag desperately outwards.

The chimera swung its front claws, easily tearing a large gash in the thin sheet metal on the side of the carriage. The ear-piercing sound of metal curling made all the rats cover their ears, and cold wind and the smell of beasts rushed into the carriage.

The cat and mouse were both terrified and stood frozen in place, unable to move.

"Don't just stand there, come and help!"

The former noble ladies stood up, grabbed the short spears that the militia rats had dropped, and thrust them forcefully through the torn openings.

Many of them were once knights. Although most of them only learned superficial swordsmanship, they had fought against deformed beasts and their basic courage was much stronger than that of the rat girls.

The chimera howled in pain and slowed down slightly, putting a few meters between itself and the train.

The catgirls on the roof finally realized what was happening and pulled out their crossbows to fire down. The bolts clanged and clattered into the thick, lead-gray leather of the chimera beast, most of them bouncing off, with a few sticking out shallowly.

The unarmed catgirls lay on the edge of the car roof, meowing and cheering on their companions.

"Shoot it, meow!"

"Poke it to death, meow!"