Let go of that monster girl!

The alkali was completely neutralized, and the excess was reabsorbed by her small palm.

Only a thick, sticky white liquid remained, lying quietly in those translucent hands.

Slime Girl, how terrifying!

With trembling hands, Morren held the empty cup out to Lyme, carefully parting her fingers slightly.

The solution slowly dripped from between the fingers into the cup.

Molen swallowed hard.

He had originally intended to take a sip, but now he hesitated.

Although it is most likely a mixture of pure starch and water.

However, there may be acid, alkali, or other substances remaining, making it unsuitable for direct consumption.

Yes, that must be the reason.

It's definitely not because the scene was too shocking that I couldn't bring myself to eat it.

We need to find a guinea pig to test the drug.

The bedroom door was pushed open, and Sulfur with white hair walked in carrying a plate with several hot mushroom pancakes on it.

"Boss, the mushroom pancakes from the Miner Rat Canteen are ready. The cook asked me to bring them over..."

The sound of sulfur abruptly stopped.

Moren, disheveled, Lime, kneeling on the carpet, and liquid dripping from Lime's mouth into his palm.

Sulfur's face quickly turned red, starting from the base of his ears.

"You guys continue."

"No, no, no, you've come at just the right time."

Molen reached out and pulled her, handing her the unidentified liquid from the cup.

Sulfur blushed to her neck; after all, she was a rat girl, and the cup was a bit too big for her.

There seems to be quite a lot of liquid inside...

Sulfur looked at the cup.

Look at Morren.

Then I looked at the cup.

Huh? What does the boss mean?

Her stubborn little head turned three times before she finally understood her boss's intention.

Sulfur's face turned so red it was almost steaming, and finally, with a look of self-abandonment, he picked up the cup and drank it down in one gulp.

"Pervert," she muttered as she drank.

?

Molen looked bewildered by the accusations against sulfur.

"Does it taste strange?"

Sulfur was almost in tears, and angrily retorted:

"This is the first time I've seen something like this, how am I supposed to know what it's supposed to taste like?"

Sulfur pointed to Lyme, who also looked bewildered, and said awkwardly:

"Why don't you ask her?"

Mo Lun spoke with righteous indignation and stern words:

“That won’t do. Lyme can even eat stones. What she finds delicious, the other mouse girls in Dwarf Mountain might not be able to drink.”

"What!" Sulfur's eyes widened.

Other mouse girls want to drink too?!

Chapter 65 The Nun

The first batch of "delicious nutrition bars" was quickly delivered to the mouse girls.

Of course, the official version is led by the cook, who uses more professional methods to remove the alkali, so as not to take up Miss Lime's precious time.

A fully dehydrated nutrition bar is a short, slightly yellowish-white stick with a smooth surface, a little thicker than a thumb, and looks like a piece of chalk.

The militia rat, clutching a handful of wooden cards painted with squares, hearts, and numbers, squatted at the foot of the city wall.

The little nose sniffed it, then pulled back, looking at the other one next to it, who was munching on a nutrition bar with a hint of suspicion.

"How does it taste?"

"Wall plaster".

"That seems alright."

The nutrition bar was surprisingly chewy, and although the texture was dry, it wasn't as bad as I had imagined.

It doesn't have much flavor, just a slight sweetness and saltiness.

It's not bad.

Do you know what this is made of?

"It's said to be the Baron's secret recipe, and it even contains slime."

Where did all that slime come from?

"Waste materials from the recycling of gun barrels."

The fox-spirit nun also stopped chewing a large handful of wooden cards.

Its fluffy tail froze in mid-air, hesitantly looking down at the delicious nutrition bar in its hand.

Waste materials can actually be eaten?

But seeing the two mouse girls munching away so heartily, she could only hesitantly stuff the nutrition bar into her mouth.

After all, she had traded two buttons for these from the rat girls, so it would be a loss not to eat them.

The snake-woman nun sat to one side, her snake tail coiled around her, hands clasped together, and slowly chanted in a refined, scholarly tone:

"The saint nourishes his body with food to fulfill his holy command, not to blind himself with the desires of the palate, gulp..."

Before she could finish speaking, the fox girl shoved a piece of chimera meat jerky into her mouth.

The snake-woman nun sprang up, then collapsed to the ground, convulsing all over. After a while, she slunk away on her snake-like body.

Having driven away the annoying snake girl, the fox-spirit nun picked up a nutrition bar, sat cross-legged, and unfolded a large handful of wooden cards in her hand.

"Whose turn is it to play a card?"

The two militia rats each held a small wooden sign in their hands and exchanged a glance.

"it's your turn."

The fox girl unfolded her hand.

"Oh ho, five Ks, then three hooks, three tens, three nines, two eights, one five, airship, whoosh!"

Seventeen wooden cards were laid out neatly on the ground with a crackling sound.

The mouse girls all stared wide-eyed.

The fox-spirit nun grinned wickedly, spreading out her two palms. The rat girls reluctantly took out candies from their pockets and placed them one by one into her hands.

"Sister, you should eat sparingly."

"Ugh, I've been saving up candy for two weeks."

"Shuffle the cards, shuffle the cards, I'm going to win this back!"

"Okay, okay, I'll wash it now."

The fox-spirit nun deftly gathered all the small wooden cards into a pile and shuffled them with swift, flying hands.

The large, golden tail swayed gently behind it, and the two cards slipped into the sleeve of the nun's habit.

"The gadgets that Baron Morren made are really interesting."

She wasn't going to say she was surprised by these strange little things; compared to the exquisite runic artifacts in the capital, cannons, mine rails, sugar cubes, airships, or even the deck of cards in her hand, they were nothing more than insignificant toys.

But it is indeed very interesting that it relies on such a pitiful amount of material.

It makes one wonder what terrible things he might do if he had truly sufficient resources.

whee.

What does that have to do with her?

The fox-spirit nun turned her head and shouted to the snake-spirit nun who was praying with her hands clasped together towards the scarlet sky in the distance:

"Hey, wanna play the 'Fox Fighting' game invented by the Baron?"

The snake-woman nun didn't turn around, gazing at the crimson canopy of flesh and blood in the sky, her voice low and slow:

“My heart is with her. Of the seventeen sisters, only thirteen remain. Three of them have safely returned to the Holy Maiden’s side, and three others are on their way home.”

so boring.

What business is it of her what the snake's other sisters are?

"Deal the cards, deal the cards, I'll play the fox again this time."

"Didn't we agree to take turns?"

"If I'm a fox, then of course I'll remain a fox."

The multiplier for foxes can be quite high.

The blonde fox-woman nun narrowed her golden eyes, revealing a cute yet cunning smile.

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Somewhere in the wilderness.

"Aren't we there yet?"

A cat was holding a much smaller cat in her arms, her voice hoarse and her body dirty.

"Her fever is getting worse."

The kitten curled up in the big cat's arms, whimpering softly.

Her entire left foot was melting, and pus was constantly seeping out from under the strips of cloth.

The snake-woman nun gave a look, and the white ant-woman silently stepped forward, extending a hand and gently placing it on the kitten's forehead.

The kitten's pained and furrowed facial expressions eased slightly, and it calmed down in the big cat's arms.

"Once you cross this mountain, you will witness the miracle of our Lord rebuilding the Tower of Babel, and all suffering will be eliminated."

The snake-woman nun's voice was calm and resolute.

A large group of cats and mice followed behind, each one dirty, ragged, and with faces etched with exhaustion and fear.

The group of refugees were surrounded by a crimson ocean. Centered on the white ant girl, the sea of ​​flesh and blood forced back a vertical shaft with a diameter of 100 meters.

Vertical walls of flesh surged on both sides, and bright red blood circulated continuously along the walls, with only a circular scarlet sky visible above.

The enormous, fleshy whale leaped up with a long, drawn-out whale song, its massive form soaring over the shaft and obscuring the last remaining patch of sky.

The surging waves of blood crashed against the edge of the shaft, but not a single drop reached the people below.

They screamed in terror and began to sob quietly.

"Keep moving forward, everyone hang in there a little longer."

The brown-furred fox-woman nun guided the refugees to continue forward.

The white ant girl walked in the center, and the edge of the shaft moved with her.

The land, which had just been soaked by a sea of ​​blood and flesh, and the pus mixed in with the soil, immediately began to evaporate and disappear as soon as it entered a hundred meters around the white ant girl, emitting an unpleasant smell.

Under the protection of the white ant woman, the refugee group continued their journey, gradually approaching a higher hillside.