Let go of that monster girl!

Poisonous fire that burns flesh and bone, airships that could explode at any moment, acid guns that would burst with a single shot, and the undeniable war crimes before our eyes.

Why does it feel like the art style of Aishan Military Equipment is heading in a strange direction?

Chapter 54 (4.2k) Dessert Hill

Dessert Hill.

Dessert Town.

Tin foil broke a sugar cube in half and handed one half to Bai Fan, who was squatting next to it.

Bai Fan took it, carefully put it in his mouth, his round ears twitched slightly, and a smile appeared on his face.

"So sweet."

"eat slowly."

Tin foil licked his lips, stuffed his half into alum's mouth, and revealed a rare relaxed smile.

Bai Fan puffed out his cheeks, sucking on a sugar cube, his voice muffled.

"If I have the chance in the future, I want to eat candy every day."

The tin foil lightly flicked the alum's forehead.

"Idiot, where can you find candy every day these days?"

Bai Fan laughed for a while, and then his eyes suddenly reddened.

"Sweet fruit used to like eating candy, but..."

As she spoke, her voice grew softer and softer, and her gaze involuntarily drifted to her right.

Outside the wall, nothing could be seen in the dark wasteland, but all the mice of Sweet Hill knew what was there.

Tin foil reached out and pinched alum's round ears to prevent her from turning her head, pressing their foreheads together.

"listen to me."

Tin foil spoke in a low voice, pulling out several pieces of candy, a small notebook filled with names, and several small toys carved from stones from his pocket, stuffing them all into alum's hand.

"Take these things with you. Don't look back, don't look at anything, don't listen to anything. It's all Ant Girl's trap."

Bai Fan clutched those little things, tears streaming down his face.

"My older sister is gone, my younger sister is gone, and the dwarf mountain is gone. Now the mine is full of monsters. Where can I go?"

Tin foil hugged the crying alum tightly, pressing her little head into its chest.

The wall was roughly built from rubble and planks salvaged from buildings, reaching just up to the mouse girl's chest. It was hastily piled up and crooked.

In the open space inside the wall, a dozen or so female rats sat or lay haphazardly, most of them with dirty strips of cloth wrapped around their bodies, some missing half an ear, and some with only a section of their tail remaining.

In the corner, several small bodies were hastily covered, with dried bloodstains seeping out from the edges of the cloth.

He loosened the alum from the tin foil, stood up, and looked outside the wall.

On the wasteland, the familiar face of the mouse girl, Sweet Fruit, was looking at her.

He smiled and waved to her.

Her mouth was drooping with blood on it, her skin was loose and sagging, and beneath it bulged out edges that didn't belong to the rat girl.

Behind the "sweet fruit," many more familiar faces are smiling and gazing at her, tilting their heads and opening their mouths, as if calling out to her.

Tin foil turned his gaze back and gripped the crossbow in his hand tightly.

"Where did these damn ant girls come from? We're already hiding in the mine, and they still managed to kick us out."

"It would have been better to be captured by the slave traders; at least then I would have survived."

The bandaged mouse girl slammed her fist on the ground, while the other mouse girl huddled against the wall, hugging her knees.

"I wonder where the other rats who didn't hide in the mine are now."

"It's been two years. I guess she's either dead or captured, just like the other rat girls in Dwarf Mountain Territory."

A moment of silence.

Tin foil held back her tears, turned around, and rubbed her wet face with her little hands.

"Don't cry, don't cry." Foil's voice trembled, but she forced a smile.

"You're the last rat left in Dwarf Mountain Territory. Stay strong."

In the darkness beyond the wall, shadows began to dart about, and more and more silhouettes emerged in the gloom, making a soft rustling sound.

It's coming again.

Those monsters could easily wipe out all the rats, yet they've besieged this place for so long.

They were enjoying the feeling.

Enjoy watching your prey crumble bit by bit.

The "sweet fruit's" face split open from its neck, its jaws spreading to the sides to reveal the sharp insect mouthparts inside.

Tin foil twisted alum’s shoulder, making her face the inside of the wall.

"Don't look at anything, don't listen to anything, just keep running forward."

"Don't look at anything, don't listen to anything, just keep running forward."

"Don't look at anything, don't listen to anything, just keep running forward."

Bai Fan wiped away her tears, put the belongings one by one into her pocket, covered her round ears with her two little hands, and turned to run in the opposite direction from Ant Girl.

The remaining rat girls stood up and picked up anything they could use as a weapon: shovels, stones, and sharpened sticks.

The tin foil was used to string the crossbow bolt, and it snapped into the slot with a click.

All the mice stood behind the wall.

come on!

Rats aren't afraid of you!

The first wave of ant girls surged out of the darkness, their small bodies moving swiftly close to the ground, emitting shrill giggles.

The tin foil pulled the trigger, and the crossbow bolt pierced the chest of the foremost ant girl.

The rat girls behind the wall jabbed sharpened wooden sticks downwards. The ant girl tried to jump over the wall, but was pierced back by the wooden spikes and let out a piercing scream.

The brief advantage lasted only a few seconds.

The second wave of ant girls surged in from the side.

The third wave followed immediately.

But then more ant girls emerged from the darkness, twenty, thirty, fifty, their tiny figures huddled together in dense clusters.

"ignition!"

Tin foil shouted, and the two mouse girls threw torches into the oilcloth and hay that had been piled up at the bottom of the wall.

Flames suddenly erupted, turning the entire wall into a wall of fire.

The ant girls didn't stop at all. They rushed forward, their burning bodies leaping over the wall and falling inside, crawling towards the rat girls.

Their adorable little faces were burned and deformed in the flames, their skin charred and curled, revealing the blackened chitinous shell underneath, and their mouthparts protruded from their small mouths, emitting crisp giggles.

The rat girls desperately tried to swat the burning ant girls back with sticks and shovels, but more ant girls came over, stepping over the corpses of their companions!

The stones on the front of the wall suddenly exploded inwards, sending the rat girls tumbling about in all directions.

A huge figure squeezed through the gap.

Soldier ants.

It has no human-like features, its entire body is covered in gray-black chitinous armor, and six thick, arthropod arms hang down to the ground, each forelimb holding a dark red spear at its end.

The enormous, horizontal mouthparts opened and closed continuously, producing a metallic friction sound.

Tin foil drew the short knife from his waist and faced the mountain of soldier ants, trembling all over.

Run away, alum.

Don't listen to anything.

The soldier ant raised the weapon on its forelegs.

He swung it down.

The foil closed its eyes in despair.

Blood splattered everywhere.

……

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"Am I really going to die like this? I'm so unwilling..."

……

……

"Not dead yet?"

……

"squeak?"

My body doesn't hurt.

It doesn't hurt anywhere.

With her eyes closed, Tin Foil touched her chest, which was still flat, and there was no injury on her lower abdomen.

She carefully squinted her eyes a crack.

The soldier ants were still in front of me.

But the soldier ants lost their upper bodies.

An iron spike pierced through the soldier ant's carapace from directly above, smashing its entire upper body and head into pieces.

The remaining six arthropods scattered in all directions, exploding into a flower shape.

It's absolutely hilarious.

Thick, yellowish-green gas fell from the sky, spreading rapidly along the ground and covering the entire town.

The moment the ant girls came into contact with the green mist, whether they were fragile little ant girls or powerful soldier ants, they all stopped moving, coughed up a pool of green blood, and then collapsed to the ground convulsing.

"Look at the sky!"

The mouse girl raised her head and cheered.

All the mouse girls who could still move raised their heads.

Three airships were flying low overhead, their propellers slowly spinning on either side of their hulls, and their triangular sails billowing in the wind.

The emblem on the sail.

It's a dwarf mountain rat!

The rats of the hill are still alive!

The rats of the dwarf mountain came to their rescue!

The mouse girls hugged each other and cried loudly. The tin foil dagger fell to the ground and also cried with joy.

Then the foil suddenly remembered something.

Alum!

not good!

She turned and ran.

The little alum figure was still running desperately in the distance, its hands tightly covering its ears, its tail swishing wildly behind it.

Tin foil chased after him, shouting with all its might:

"Alum, don't run away! Dwarf Mountain is here to rescue us!"