Let go of that monster girl!

Dry rocks and soil began to appear beneath their feet, and the surface of the blood-red ocean gradually decreased until it disappeared completely.

The crowd relaxed a little, and several young cats collapsed to the ground.

Then, they saw that thing in the distance.

That thing located where the new market originally was.

The refugees stopped in their tracks, and then some of them knelt down on the ground with their knees buckling and their hands clasped together in prayer.

Then more people knelt down, muttering incantations, their eyes filled with tears.

The brown-furred fox-woman nun stopped, bowed gracefully, and pointed a finger at the magnificent black shadow in the distance.

"Welcome, everyone, to this land far from all calamities."

Chapter 66 The Disaster Month Ends

The 31st day of the month of disaster.

The militia rats crouched behind the cannons, their little hands gripping the ignition levers, their eyes wide open, staring at the churning ocean of blood and flesh in the distance.

Just like on the first day, Morren stood atop the high city wall, holding the silver pocket watch in his hand.

The scenery around the low mountain makes one feel as if they have been transported back to ancient times, with giant, fleshy trees above that block out the clouds and a vast, churning crimson ocean below.

Between these two, there are not only giant whales of flesh and blood, but also giant birds of flesh and blood flying in the sky.

During the latter half of the month of calamity, there appeared jellyfish that blotted out the sky, giant faces of flesh and blood that undulated in the ocean currents, and scarlet serpents that swam among the branches of giant trees.

The distant song of whales, the occasional jumbled words of human faces, the sound of bubbling bubbles, and the beating of a heart from who-knows-where.

It was incredibly noisy.

The entire landscape resembled a graffiti painting in shades of red, casually drawn by a mouse that had lost too much blood.

Standing on this maddening and chaotic scene for even a minute would make one wonder if the mushroom pancakes they just ate used the wrong mushrooms.

The second hand clicks.

Click.

The militia rats turned to look at Morren, then back to look at the chaotic, crimson scene in the distance, and then back to look at Morren again.

Click.

58.

59.

60.

Moren turned his head to look at the ratwomen beside him, closed his pocket watch, and said:

Happy New Year, everyone.

1.

In the very first second of the new year, all flesh and blood creations in the world began to collapse one after another.

The flesh-and-blood whale's body split open from the middle, and large swathes of red foam floated into the air, turning into scattered specks of light.

The giant tree of flesh and blood began to shatter from its top, turning into a rain of blood that shimmered with red light.

But the blood rain evaporated completely before it even hit the ground, turning into fleeting glimmers of light in mid-air, densely covering the entire sky.

Amidst the scattered giant trees, jellyfish, giant birds, and giant snakes dissolved into a shimmering red aurora, flowing through the rain of light.

It was so spectacular that all the rat girls on the city wall gaped open.

The ocean of flesh and blood began to evaporate.

The crimson sea shrank rapidly, first receding into isolated lakes, and then each lake continued to shrink, with scalding white steam rising from the surface and spreading in all directions.

A thick sea of ​​fog rose around the low hill.

Moren stood on the city wall, watching the sea of ​​fog slowly thin and dissipate little by little.

After the fog cleared, everything was as it had been before.

The wasteland was still the same dark wasteland, and the hills were still the same hills.

The withered trees outside the city walls still stand, pointing towards the deep night sky.

It was as if nothing had happened.

The silent darkness enveloped everything once more.

The snow has started falling again.

"Is it over, Your Excellency?"

"ended."

Is it really over?

"It's really over."

The cheers of the rat girls erupted simultaneously from all the mine entrances in the low hills, and groups of rat girls poured out of the ground.

Hugging their companions, tilting their heads back and opening their mouths to catch the falling snowflakes, they skipped and jumped as they chased after the snowflakes swirling in the wind.

Moren descended the city wall, and before he even stepped off the last stone step, the rat girls surged up like a tide.

The first few rats pounced and hugged Morren tightly around the waist. The rats behind couldn't reach Morren, so they hugged the rats in front of them, and the rats behind hugged the rats in front of them, forming a large, waist-high rat pancake.

"Long live the Baron!"

"That scared the mouse to death!"

"Thanks to the Baron, not a single rat has been injured this year!"

"The month of disaster is finally over!"

The cheers of the mouse girls rose and fell.

Suddenly, one of the mice seemed to have thought of something and asked:

"Hey, the month of disaster is over, does that mean we have to go back to work soon?"

"Squeak, no! Squeak!"

The rats howled in despair.

Molen waved his hand.

"Everyone has a day off today, let's rest for an extra day!"

The mouse girls erupted in a thunderous cheer, and countless tiny hands reached out, actually lifting Morren up in the air.

Then, cheering, he tossed it into the air, crushing the mischievous rat girls below into a heap.

"Your Excellency, please get up."

"Ah! The Baron is so heavy, squeak!"

Although it's a day off, there are still some tasks that need to be completed.

The mine rats swung their picks, digging through the debris of the city wall that was blocking the water gates. The cheese river, which had been blocked for a month, began to flow again, and they chased after the rat girls who were still standing in the riverbed.

The mud-carving rats used carts to transport stones along the mining tracks to the vicinity of the breach in the city wall.

"This track is so convenient! Before, moving stones required many mouse girls to pass them around one by one."

"you do not say."

The idle mouse girls chased and frolicked in the snow.

At first, they just grabbed a handful of snow and smeared it on their companion's face, and another mouse would smear an even bigger handful back. Before long, it had evolved into a battle of a hundred mice.

On both sides, snow trenches were dug in the snow, and snow castles were built. Behind the castles, there was even a snow cannon that served only as a deterrent.

That incredibly ugly Moren snowman was somehow found out from some unknown corner and stood atop the highest point of the snow bunker as its commander. The two mouse girls on either side couldn't bear to throw snowballs at it.

Lyme got into the little sled that had caused her to crash into the city wall, and was pushed forward by the mice from behind.

Swing your little hands in a wide arc, swinging them left and right, and throw the snowball with all your might.

The accuracy isn't great, but the suppression effect is pretty good.

But perhaps because her light green slime was too conspicuous on the white snow, she quickly went from being an attacker to becoming the target of everyone's fire, and was soon smashed into a snow slime.

The mice, however, used the snow slime shields as mobile cover, hiding behind them and fighting back fiercely, quickly gaining a considerable advantage.

Moren sat on a slightly elevated spot not far away, watching the rats frolicking below, and couldn't help but smile.

That's great.

Not a single rat was missing this year.

The fox-spirit nun had somehow infiltrated the snowball fight and was moving back and forth between the two sides.

He was carrying a basket of candy and hawking it everywhere, and no one knew where all those candies came from.

Lyme, his head filled with snow and frozen into a pale green icicle below his head, wobbled as he moved toward Morren.

"Why did you stop playing?"

"I can't eat anymore..." Lyme answered honestly.

Molen almost lost his composure.

Actually, Molen would be quite happy to give the mouse girls more time off. Before, it was out of necessity, but perhaps weekends could be arranged in the future.

Unfortunately, the harvest festival was right before the month of disaster. Two feasts and celebrations would have been too much for supplies. Otherwise, a "Victory Day" or something similar could have been arranged for January 1st.

The month of disaster is over, and those wonderful mithril can finally find a buyer. If this can really be turned into a business, not only can we afford to feast once a year, but we could also provide the rats with plenty of meat and fish every day.

A few tiny mice ran over and tugged at Morren's clothes.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency, the rats have rehearsed a stage play and would like to invite you to watch!"

Chapter 67 Stage Play

There is no theater in the low hills, of course.

So the stage play was set in the classroom where the mice usually went to school, the old food storage room.

The area on the platform was cleared out to serve as a stage, and Molenlaim and the rats sat a little further away, with blankets under their bottoms.

Moren was placed in the best spot right in the middle, with four or five mouse girls squeezed on each side.

A group of mice are standing on the stage.

The one in the very center had a tablecloth wrapped around his neck as a cloak, held a wooden sword in his hand, and stood tall and proud.

This is clearly Morren.

The one next to it was completely covered from head to toe by a tablecloth, with only two round ears and a pair of eyes showing, making it look like a ghost.

This should be lime.

There was a small mouse standing opposite, with a tablecloth wrapped around its shoulders, forming the shape of a skirt, and a stick in its hand.

Molen stared for a long time before realizing that she was playing the role of a black fox from the slave market.

The screenwriter has definitely never seen a black fox.

Behind the three main actors, there were five or six mice holding up the corners of several tablecloths, trying their best to stand still in the background as a backdrop.

Uh, they're probably playing the roles of buildings.

After all, the mice couldn't possibly dye the tablecloths for the stage play; they'd get a spanking. So all the tablecloths remained in their original color.

You can tell how much Morren is respected by the mice; his tablecloth is the only one with checks.

The little mouse "Moren" strode to the center of the stage with exaggerated steps, pointed his wooden sword forward, and shouted in an extremely flamboyant and childish tone:

"Evil slave traders! I, the great, handsome, wise, and dashing Lord Moren, will rescue them all today!"

The mouse girl in the audience let out a low laugh.

The little mouse "Fox Girl" jumped out from the opposite side, slammed the stick on the ground, and let out a cute yet wicked laugh.

"Hahaha! Impossible! Unless you get past me, the Black Fox King, first!"