Let go of that monster girl!

But no matter how much the acid fire burned, and the surface of the heart became charred, it still stubbornly beat, constantly squeezing out fresh red buds.

The rat girls rushed forward and began wildly poking and stabbing at the heart with various tools and spears.

Some blacksmith rats and their companions even rushed over carrying several lead-acid batteries, pressed the wires against the surface of their hearts, and produced a crackling, fragrant electrical discharge.

Finally, under the careful massage of the rat girls, the poor heart convulsed for a while and shattered into a pool of rapidly evaporating pus.

The exhausted mouse girls sat slumped on the ground.

"Go quickly and check on how the Baron is doing."

The sharp-eyed mouse girl ran to the edge of the cliff and looked down. The enormous flesh and blood whale had entered the range of the cannons and was slowly approaching the low mountain.

On the city wall, Morren stood in the very center of the artillery position, raised his right arm, and swung it down sharply.

"volley!"

The cannons fired simultaneously, and the shells, trailing whistling sounds, shot towards the giant whale's body, unexpectedly piercing through the wall of flesh and blood with surprising ease.

It was as if the shell had been shot into a fog, penetrating deep into the whale's depths, and only exploded with a dull thud when the fuse burned out.

The grenades blasted huge holes in its massive body, each measuring over ten meters in size.

wrong.

How could artillery be that powerful?

Morren couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

This giant whale is just a pretty face?

Is it really made of blood and foam?

The second salvo was fired, and the giant whale's body was riddled with holes, finally unable to maintain its shape, and crashed heavily onto the bloody sea.

It disintegrated into a large, swirling mass of flesh, creating a massive wave of blood and flesh that crashed towards the low mountain city wall.

The wave surged up to the height of the city wall before receding.

Even if the whale is just foam, such a huge amount of foam is still very dangerous.

In the distance, beneath the giant tree of flesh and blood, more giant whales are emerging from the depths of the ocean, emitting distant whale songs, and slowly swimming northward.

But they are all far from the low hills.

The mouse girls looked encouraged.

If it's only to this extent...

We will win!

Sure enough, the preparations over the past few months were not in vain. Without the mine rails and cannons, we would have been left watching helplessly as the giant whale crashed into the low mountain.

Molen smiled and turned to look at the inside of the low hill.

The flesh-and-blood saplings on the mountaintop are no longer visible. Well done, Rat Girls! The scales of victory have tipped in favor of...

Molen was stunned.

Inside the city walls, large swaths of scarlet were rapidly spreading along the Cheese River, seeping in through the iron grates of the water gates and spreading into the heart of the low hills with the flow of water.

when.

broken!

Cheese River!

Water gate!

The water gates had long been electrified by Moron, but Flesh and Blood Currents were clearly unaffected by electricity.

"You three push this cannon and follow me west! The rest of you stay here!"

Moren turned and ran, and the ratwomen hurriedly pushed the cannon mount onto the mine rails and jogged after him.

The mine track stretched along the inner side of the city wall, with Morren running in front and three ratgirls pushing heavy cannons behind him.

"Load! Aim at the city wall above that water gate and fire!"

"Boom?"

"Bomb the city walls directly!"

The rat girls paused for a moment, but immediately shoved in a solid bullet.

The solid cannonball hit the inner wall of the city wall above the water gate on the south side.

Large chunks of rubble and soil collapsed with a roar, crashing into the Cheese River below and instantly blocking the river's surface.

The water flow decreased sharply, and the crimson current, cut off from the vast ocean of blood and flesh outside, evaporated rapidly, releasing large amounts of pungent white steam.

"To the west! There's another water barrier to the west!"

Moren continued running westward, while the ratwomen gritted their teeth and pushed the cannon along the mine track, trotting exhaustedly behind them.

Moren glanced back, rolled up his sleeves, and squeezed behind the cannon mount to push it with the rat girls.

From this position, the western water gate can be vaguely seen from the side of the low hill, but the city wall is a circle, and it's quite a distance to go around it.

On the hillside, militia rats are desperately driving giant cargo rats down from above.

The torrent of flesh and blood that had already surged into the city walls churned in the river, and a huge, scarlet bulge rapidly expanded on the water's surface.

This is bad; something very bad is taking shape!

That's too late!

Far is far!

"Load grenades! Take a shot no matter how far away!" Morren ordered.

The rat girls stuffed a grenade into the cannon barrel.

Just then, a commotion arose overhead.

An airship rose from the mountaintop.

The navigation mice and flying mice stood on the deck, scrambling around as the airship wobbled and veered toward the western water gate.

As Morren watched the airship fly further and further away, he suddenly realized what they were planning to do.

"hateful!"

The flying mice took out acid fire bottles, lit the cotton wicks, and threw them at the sacs above their heads.

One after another, the giant hydrogen sacs were engulfed in flames, and the airships carrying grenades burst into flames. After losing lift, they plummeted rapidly toward the water gate to the west.

The flying mice, carrying parachutes, leaped off the edge of the burning deck.

The airship, carrying a string of huge fireballs, crashed into the city wall directly above the water gate.

A series of muffled, loud explosions rang out, and large sections of the city wall collapsed inwards.

Huge rocks and debris poured down, completely blocking and burying the water gate and the river channel below.

The remaining flow of flesh and blood within the city walls lost its last passage and rapidly evaporated and contracted.

But too much had already poured in, and the remaining crimson currents churned and churned around the riverbed, with pairs of hideous, twisted, fleshy hands emerging from the surface, desperately reaching for the flying rats that were slowly drifting down from the sky.

"My Lord Baron, it's been a pleasure to meet you in this lifetime."

"I'll come back to Aishan in my next life... uh, I guess I won't."

The navigation mouse kept its eyes closed, unable to look down at the crimson liquid that was about to engulf them.

A gentle touch.

So soft.

It also smells a bit good.

The navigation mouse opened its eyes and found itself being held firmly in its hand.

The beautiful white soldier ant stood amidst the churning ocean of flesh and blood, its four arms raised high.

The other flying mice weren't so lucky; they couldn't land safely with their eyes closed, and one after another they plopped down into the cheese river.

"oops."

Around them, the currents of flesh and blood seemed to retreat rapidly in all directions, as if in fear of the white ant girls.

Chapter 63 Disaster Month Vacation Guide

The seventh day of the month of disaster.

It was probably because the giant, fleshy tree blocked out the sky that the snow stopped falling, but the temperature remained cold.

A large group of rat girls, carrying various gleaming devices, clattered and clanged as they walked down the low hill along the path sprinkled with ash and gravel.

Then they came to the foot of the collapsed city wall and shouted in unison.

"Let's go ice skating!"

The airship's deathrattle damage was too high. The western water outlet was blocked by rubble and broken walls, while the northern water inlet on the city wall had some gaps.

Over the past chaotic week, the river slowly accumulated without anyone having the time to tend to it.

When everyone finally had time to reinforce the city wall, they discovered that a large, smooth patch of ice had formed on the west corner of the wall.

The mouse girls used wire tied to the soles of their shoes as ice skates, swaying and gliding on the ice, their arms and tails outstretched as they desperately tried to maintain their balance.

Some people simply use shovels as skateboards, stepping on the shovel with one foot and pushing forward, sliding three steps before falling on their bottoms.

The yellow-haired fox nun appeared on the ice at some point, her fluffy tail slightly raised behind her, her arms outstretched, gracefully spinning on the ice.

"so beautiful."

"Sister Fox is so amazing."

A group of mouse eggs were pulling a small sled made of planks, and Lyme was attached to the sled.

"Sister Lyme, hold on tight."

"set off!"

The mice pulled on the rope and ran across the ice. The sled shot off in a flash, and Lyme's bangs were blown straight up by the wind.

Then the lead mouse slipped, and the mice behind it crashed into the tail of the one in front, causing a chain reaction of rear-end collisions, resulting in them falling into a pile of thuds.

Lyme's little sled broke away from the swarm of mice and moved along the ice surface neither fast nor slow.

She sat on the sled, too afraid to move.

thump.

The sled crashed into the city wall, and the slime girl bounced off the sled and fell into a slime pancake.

Sulfur and the other resting rats sat on the rocky beach beside the ice, each holding a cup of warm sugar-salt water.

Red Eyes stared at the crimson sky above, saying nothing.

If you look further into the distance, colossal trees of flesh and blood stand in all directions, their crimson canopies stretching to the horizon.

The crimson sea that covered the land surged ceaselessly, and occasionally a new giant whale would emerge from the depths of the ocean, emitting a deep cry as it slowly swam northward.

Inside the city walls, the rat girls were laughing and joking around.

Some went ice skating, some piled up snow, and the little mice dragged Lyme's arm toward the ice.

So harmonious, yet so eerie.

It's like a scene straight out of a cult fairy tale.

Morren withdrew his gaze and looked back at the outside of the city walls.

To be able to live like on vacation in this apocalyptic scene is such a luxury.

Of course, Morren is a very reliable lord, so he must stand guard seriously.

"Oh ho, the fish is here."

Molen jerked the fishing rod, the line tightened, and pulled a fish out of the churning sea of ​​blood and flesh outside the city walls.

Even a sea of ​​blood is still a sea, and where there is a sea, there are fish.

Yes, is there?