Let go of that monster girl!

With a final turn, Morren stopped, supporting Lyme's back with one hand.

The dance ends with Lyme lying in Morren's arms.

Lyme was at a loss, his eyes behind his bangs darting nervously to the side.

Molen smiled slightly.

"There's a little thing I've wanted to try for a long time."

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers towards the night sky.

boom.

A bright red orb shot into the night sky from the direction of the city wall and exploded at its highest point.

Countless sparks scattered in all directions, illuminating the entire dark sky.

Gold, blue, and green fireworks burst forth one after another.

Fireworks burst across the sky, tearing colorful cracks through the eternal darkness of the lightless zone.

The light shone on the low hill and on the faces of every mouse girl who looked up.

How beautiful! Morren looked at Lyme, the fireworks reflected in Lyme's light green eyes, sparkling.

May every night be filled with such joy, and may one day swords be turned into plowshares.

"Squeak! Wow! Wow! Wow! So beautiful!"

"Flowers are blooming in the sky! Flowers are blooming!"

The mouse girls tilted their heads back and cheered, hugging their companions and jumping around.

All the happiness belongs to them; only the mushroom pancakes are made of sulfur.

Sulfur was squatting on a stool, holding a mushroom pancake, looking somewhat unhappy.

She looked towards the city wall at the foot of the mountain, where the militia rats were setting up cannons and happily launching fireworks.

After only a few shots were fired, one of the cannons tilted and fell to the ground with a thud, while a firework flew off at an angle and darted around in mid-air.

The militia rats squeaked and scattered, clutching their heads.

"Oh."

The comical sight made sulfur laugh.

It would be bad if you got hurt.

Sulfur stood up, stuffed the remaining mushroom cake into his mouth, and decided to go help on the city wall.

She walked along the winding mountain path into the peaceful darkness, the light of the campfire fading into the distance behind her.

We arrived at the foot of the city wall and headed towards the stairs leading up to it.

Suddenly, a dark red scimitar emerged from the darkness and was placed against her neck.

A hoarse voice came from behind.

"Little...mouse...where is your baron...?"

"Bite off her arm...break her legs..."

"Don't let her try anything funny..."

Chapter 47 (4k) Ant Girl

Two soldier ants carried sulfur on either side of her, her limbs hanging limply, blood seeping from the festering burn scars on her shoulders and knees.

"How come this guy is so calm? He didn't even make a sound."

"It's not bad...it saves me from...biting off her tongue..."

"Lead the way properly, and don't try anything funny." The little ant girl stabbed the sulfur hard with her dark red spear.

Sulfur really suspected that he was cursed, that someone could break his hands and feet while he was eating a meal.

But she was really lucky; if it had been an ordinary rat girl who was caught, I can't even imagine what would have happened.

Sulfur tilted its head, scanning the monsters around it.

She didn't know what species these creatures were. There were dozens of small ones, each about one to one and a half meters tall, with short ant antennae on their heads.

Judging from their appearance alone, they all have round faces, big eyes, and fair skin, and look like little girls who would sweetly call out "sister."

Surprisingly, they are quite cute and endearing.

If those cute-looking creatures hadn't just bitten off her knee.

The two large creatures carrying her, on the other hand, were completely inhuman.

The one on the right has four arms, each holding a curved knife.

The one on the left has four thick legs and an astonishingly large head that takes up a third of its entire body.

Its entire body was covered in thick, gray chitinous armor, its mouthparts constantly dripped acid, and its compound eyes warily scanned its surroundings.

"The Baron is just ahead."

Sulfur raised its head and pointed with its chin at a huge, isolated one-story building at the foot of the mountain not far away.

That building was a newly built workshop by Morren, with stone walls and iron gates.

The ant girls stopped in their tracks, their antennae all swaying in that direction.

"I heard that the queen ant on the ground lives in a separate, large stone house."

Is this house made of stone?

"It seems so."

"Why is there only one layer? And why is the rat queen ant so short?"

"You... put on her skin... go and take a look..." the four-armed soldier ant commanded a little ant girl behind him.

The little ant girl drew her dark red dagger and walked towards sulfur.

These monsters are even more monstrous than the black fox!

Sulfur gritted his teeth and suddenly raised his arm.

A spurt of blood gushed from the formic acid burn wound on his shoulder, and tender white flesh grew wildly from the edges of the wound.

In the blink of an eye, the festering wound was completely covered and healed into a smooth new skin.

The soldier ants supporting her on both sides were completely unprepared for this move. Sulfur's slender body squeezed through the huge claws of the two soldier ants.

As soon as the sulfur hit the ground, it rushed toward the workshop, followed by the angry roars of the soldier ants.

A scimitar slashed at Sulfur's back, and two dark red spears were thrown from behind, one piercing her left chest and the other entering through her right ribs and exiting through her front chest.

Sulfur endured the excruciating pain, shoved open the workshop's iron gate with his shoulder, staggered inside, and slammed the latch shut.

boom.

As soon as the latch was inserted into the slot, the soldier ants behind them caught up to the door, and their huge claws dug a large hole in the iron door, emitting acid smoke.

An arm covered in chitinous armor reached into the hole, groping for the latch below.

Sulfur pulled out the two spears from his chest, and the wounds gushed out a large amount of blood instantly, but healed within seconds.

She quickly scanned the various strange inventions of Morren in the workshop; iron pipes and gears were on the table, and wooden boxes and blueprints were piled in the corner.

A short, thick iron pipe with a wooden support sits on the workbench, next to which are several small paper rolls and a green glass bottle.

Tsk! Hopefully, that guy's weird contraption will actually work.

Sulfur grabbed the iron pipe and the paper tube, stuffed one of them into the opening of the iron pipe, closed the wooden support, and pried open the hammer with his thumb.

The soldier ant's arm had already reached the latch, and it pushed hard.

The iron gate swung open with a loud crash.

Sulfur pulled the trigger.

boom!

With a loud bang, a dense barrage of lead pellets shot out from the muzzle of the gun, striking the soldier ant head-on on her breastplate and throwing her out the door.

The sulfur hammer is opened, the paper tube is removed, a new cartridge is inserted, the wooden support is closed, and the trigger is pulled.

boom!

Come again.

Unload, reload, fire.

boom!

Sulfur stepped forward, leaving the workshop, as dense shrapnel struck the soldier ant's gray armor, scattering fragments everywhere.

The lead balls bounced off, clattering against the walls and the ground, but they couldn't penetrate the thick chitin armor at all.

But the relentless impact of each shot rendered the towering soldier ant immobile, each shot pushing her back half a step, preventing her from getting close.

Two little ant girls pounced on them from both sides.

The sulfur was turned past the gun barrel.

boom!

At a distance of just over a meter, a shotgun shell covered the entire bodies of two ant girls. The lead bullet inside the paper shell directly turned them into a spray of green blood mist, and fragments of their limbs were splattered on the ground next to the workshop.

Taking advantage of the moment, the soldier ant regained its balance, pushed off the ground, and in one leap, raised all four scimitars at the same time!

Sulfur gritted his teeth, took out the green glass bottle containing ammunition, put it into the barrel, and closed the stock.

Pull the trigger.

A deafening roar!

A burst of red and green flames erupted from the gun muzzle, and copper beads, carrying flaming acid, spread out like a fan, instantly engulfing the soldier ants that rushed towards them.

The acid burned fiercely on the soldier ants' armor, with flames and corrosion acting simultaneously. The gray armor cracked and shattered under the high temperature, the green blood boiled and evaporated, and pungent smoke filled the air.

The sulfur was propelled backward by the enormous recoil and crashed to the ground.

She glanced down at the iron pipe in her hand; the barrel had mostly melted under the strong acid and high temperature, splitting into a flower shape.

strong enough!

"Little mouse...that's really good..."

A hoarse voice came from above.

Sulfur suddenly looked up, and a second soldier ant was already standing in front of her, its dark red blade raised high.

Oh no, there's still one soldier ant left!

"Sister Sulfur, there she is!"

The shouts of the militia rats came from above the city wall.

The next instant, a firework shell struck the four-legged soldier ant squarely in the waist. The powerful impact sent her flying, crashing sideways into the swarm of ant girls, where brilliant sparks exploded.

The militia rats on the city wall turned their cannons around and aimed them one by one at the ant-girl swarm at the foot of the mountain.

"Aiming!"

"Fire! Fire!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Red, green, and gold firework shells rained down on the ant girl swarm, the explosions and debris knocking the surrounding ant girls to the ground.

The ant girls had never seen fireworks or cannons before. They screamed in confusion amidst the smoke and fire, and were quickly blown to pieces.

"There they are! They're there!"

Moren led more ratgirls, carrying spears, and ran down the low hill in a chaotic manner.

Although many ant girls remained, their physical strength was as weak as their appearance. Once surrounded by rat girls, they were quickly riddled with spears.

The four-armed soldier ant, its body still burning from the acid corrosion, struggled to its feet, grabbed the corpse of an ant woman beside it, opened its mouth wide, and devoured the entrails and flesh. The shattered armor on its abdomen healed and grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After swallowing the last bite, the soldier ant raised its four curved blades simultaneously, spun around and slashed, cutting off all the spear shafts that were reaching out from the sides, forcing all the militia rats back.