Let go of that monster girl!

She was extremely beautiful, with long, snow-white hair that reached her waist, long eyelashes covered with tiny ice crystals, and her eyes were quietly closed.

A long white robe embroidered with gold thread covered her full and tall body, the hem of which trailed on the snow but remained completely dry.

She is an unbelievably beautiful woman.

If she didn't have four arms.

The top pair is clasped together in front of the chest, and the bottom pair is gathered at the lower abdomen.

A month or two ago, the rat girls might have been curious about the identity of this mysterious girl.

But now, they can recognize even the smallest mouse egg.

Ant Girl, and a soldier ant at that.

Ah, no.

Molen didn't know what expression to make.

These days, even soldier ants are selling their bodies?

Amazing! There's actually this kind of evolutionary direction.

Morren was deeply moved. He turned and waved to the surrounding militia rats, signaling them to aim all the cannons at that thing.

The cannons on the city wall all turned around with a whoosh.

"Wait, wait, wait!"

A blonde fox-woman nun holding a crucifix rushed out from behind the giant soldier ants and frantically waved at the city wall.

"Don't fire! We mean no harm!"

Molen raised his hand, signaling the rat girls not to rush to blast them into dust.

A snake-woman nun of higher status slowly walked forward from behind, solemnly opening the scripture in her hand and reciting:

"May the holy light shine upon the dark land, and may the lost people gather under the wings of the saint. As the month of calamity approaches, all spirits should abandon their old grudges, unite as one, and overcome this tribulation together."

"That makes a lot of sense, loading shells."

No, no, no, no, no!

The yellow-haired fox nun rushed forward again.

"Don't fire! We're really here to help!"

Molen raised his hand again.

Seeing that she had a chance, the yellow-haired fox nun quickly took two badges off her neck and held them high above her head.

One of them, Morren had seen before, was holding an egg in one hand, the emblem of the Holy Egg Hatchery, the nunnery of the White Dragon Maiden.

The other pattern is simpler: a rotating vortex.

"On behalf of the Holy Maiden and the New Market, I extend my goodwill to all settlements in the Dark Zone."

"We are willing to provide shelter free of charge, and we hope that everyone can gather at the new market after this month of disaster is over!"

Molen put down his binoculars and his gaze fell once again on the tall, beautiful white soldier ant.

She remained standing quietly, her four arms motionless, a layer of fine snow settling on her closed eyelashes.

There was nothing particularly special about the fox girl and the snake girl.

Is it possible that this one strange soldier ant can provide free shelter for more than two thousand rat girls in the dwarf mountain?

This is probably the worst news Moran has heard recently.

To say it so matter-of-factly is beyond arrogant.

No wonder the three of them were able to travel over a hundred kilometers from the new market to the low hills.

Moreover, according to what that yellow fox just said, there is one of these terrifying creatures visiting every settlement in the Dark Zone.

What a terrifying display of force.

Chapter 60 Rats, Dogs, Wolves, and Ant Girls

The nuns refused to leave, and Morren gave up on them.

The militia rat beside Moren, still holding a torch, looked at the ant girl not far away and asked uneasily:

"Your Excellency, are we just going to leave them alone?"

"Since they can cross more than 100 kilometers through the dark zone, I think we shouldn't waste our shells."

Molen shrugged.

Of course, Morren didn't think the other side was invincible. Even if the other side had skin as thick as a city wall, the city wall wouldn't dare to take a grenade head-on.

It's better to avoid trouble.

The month of calamity is almost here, and it would be unwise to inexplicably fight with potential allies at this time.

Even if Morren doesn't intend to use the power of these strange creatures, it doesn't mean he wants to fight against them.

And as that fox said, he might go to the new market again after the month of disaster.

Regardless of the other side's plans, as long as the two sides haven't completely broken off relations, it's best to at least maintain a facade of civility.

Giving the strong enough respect, or at least not wasting time on them, is also a philosophy of survival.

If it were Wolfsburg's idiots, they'd probably have attacked them right away. I wish those guys safety.

Moren waved his hand, and the militia rats returned to their original positions, pushing the cannons back onto the city wall.

But two cannons were left, their muzzles still pointed at the snake girl, fox girl, and ant.

"If they don't plan to leave, just give them a blanket and some food, just some of their usual rations."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

"If they make any unusual moves, fire immediately."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Moren turned and left. The ratwomen opened the inventory, ransacked the place, and used ropes to lower several packages down from the city wall.

Seeing that the lord ignored them, the nuns were not annoyed and simply opened their luggage on the spot.

Before long, a white tent was erected at the foot of the low hill and the tall city wall.

The interior of the tent was exquisitely furnished, with embroidered cushions and finely carved statues and bronze incense burners in the corners.

Eastern-style tasseled curtains hung down from the top of the tent, dividing the interior into two spaces, with several scrolls of scriptures neatly stacked on the snake maiden's side.

The yellow-haired fox girl lifted the curtain and slipped in, dragging the supply package that the low mountain had thrown down onto the felt mat and unpacking it.

He squatted down and rummaged through the contents, then turned to look at the snake girl who was praying and asked:

Do you think these rats will let us in?

The snake girl held the holy emblem in both hands, her snake tail coiled beneath her, completely absorbed in prayer.

“It is common for saints not to be understood by rats, and saints do not need the understanding of rats. As the scriptures say, the lamb does not know the shepherd, but the shepherd does not abandon the lamb.”

"Oh, I thought you guys believed in the idea of ​​equality for all beings."

The yellow-haired fox girl scoffed, glancing at the white soldier ants still guarding outside the tent.

That thing remained motionless in the snow, exuding an inhuman aura; it was like a beautiful sculpture.

The fox girl's own holy emblem was casually tossed aside, buried under a pile of miscellaneous items rummaged out of her package, completely invisible.

She pulled a fur blanket from the package. It was mottled and rough, as if the fur of several animals had been haphazardly crumpled together, and it emitted an exceptionally foul stench.

"evil……"

The fox-woman pinched her nose with one hand and held the edge of the blanket with the other, then turned and threw the blanket onto the snow outside the tent.

The snake woman continued to hold the holy emblem and chant softly:

"According to the sacred texts, the saint is the shepherd, and all things are herdsmen. There are good and bad beasts, but none are superior or inferior."

"You guys talk so flowery and it's disgusting. We foxes never talk about such empty and pretentious things."

The fox spirit rummaged through her bundle and pulled out several packets of dry rations, tearing one open to take a look.

Inside were a few sugar cubes, two strips of meat whose origin was unclear, and several mushroom pancakes.

Then he pointed to the white ant girl outside the tent, who was so beautiful she almost glowed.

"If they're all beasts, then is she considered benevolent?"

The snake woman remained silent.

Seeing that the snake woman remained silent, the fox woman also kept stuffing candy into her mouth.

"Seriously, it's amazing that there's sugar in this godforsaken place. I wonder what they use to make it."

The fox girl chewed on the candy and then rummaged through her pack to find mushroom cakes. She had seen these before; the dog girl never ate them and just piled them up in the corner of the tent.

There were also a few pieces of dried meat in the package that looked quite appetizing.

The color is dark red, the texture is fine, and the finishing technique is quite skillful.

It looks like venison, but it also looks a bit like bear meat.

The fox spirit stuffed a stick into her mouth and took a big bite.

Then he immediately vomited it up.

"Wow, this stuff tastes awful. Even the wolf girl probably couldn't stomach it."

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Wolfsburg.

The wolf hunter leader chewed on the disgusting green worm meat in his mouth and swallowed it forcefully.

The surrounding mushroom forest was in a mess, with large swathes of mushroom trees lying flat and thick stems broken in half.

A cloud of dust, mixed with snow, fell from the sky.

The snow was shaken apart by the enormous impact, leaving marks of heavy objects hitting the ground everywhere.

Several tree trunks had clearly just been wielded as weapons, shattering into a pile of sawdust and stumps.

The white-haired ant girl was standing in the distance, with only half of her body remaining, her two remaining right arms swinging.

But her beautiful face was completely expressionless as she charged toward the wolf hunter leader with astonishing speed!

She has no weapons, but the moment her fingertips touch flesh, it explodes instantly.

But the wolf hunter leader was faster than her, much faster!

The shattered claws healed rapidly the moment they were thrown, and a punch slammed into the ant girl's head, sending her spinning in mid-air before being slammed into the mud with a powerful stomp.

The second punch followed immediately, and the remaining remains were completely shattered into a pool of green flesh, mixed with long white hair and broken gold threads, which lay at the bottom of the pit.

"how."

A crisp voice came from behind the wolf hunter leader.

The wolves and dogs all knelt on one knee, bowing their heads in submission to the short, white-haired female dog.

Each wolf and dog bore injuries of varying degrees, but all wounds were healing rapidly and visibly.

The wolf hunter leader savored the sticky, fishy taste in his mouth, swirling his tongue between his teeth a couple of times before briefly reporting to his mother:

"It has a magical smell."

"More specific."

The wolf hunter leader bent down and tore off a piece of worm meat from the green puddle of flesh on the ground, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it carefully for a while.

"Dragon magic power, very pure dragon magic power."

The white-haired dog girl Bruce stood in the middle of a group of kneeling wolves, still shorter than any of the wolf girls around her, but no one looked up into her eyes.

"I hate ant girls, I hate snake girls, and I don't like fox girls either."

"However, I'm willing to give you a chance."

She lowered her gaze to the yellow-haired fox nun who was being held down by several wolfhounds.