Let go of that monster girl!

From the side, you can also see the cartoon Lime's funny smiling face, swaying back and forth under the dark sky.

The mouse girls all looked up and waved and cheered frantically at the airship.

"Hey!"

"We're here!"

Molen stood on the side of the airship.

Lyme gripped the gunwale with both hands and looked down.

Looking down from the airship, the fungal forest stretched out beneath our feet. The nearest fungal trees were relatively short and pale white, new seedlings that had been regenerated after being cut down by the rat girls last time.

Further away, the fungal trees grow taller and taller, with larger and more diverse caps, and an increasing variety of species.

Umbrella-shaped, fan-shaped, spherical, the deeper into the darkness, the more colorful they become: dark red, indigo, fluorescent green, violet, radiating a variegated light.

The light was bioluminescence emitted by the fungi themselves; in the darkest areas where there was no sunlight, the fungal forest was the brightest place.

The airship flew directly above the fungal forest and looked down.

The densely packed mushroom caps huddle together, forming a colorful, undulating sea surface.

It was both beautiful and dangerous, like a nightmare.

Lyme stared at the undulating surface of the fungal sea for a while, then turned away.

"Master, where is the giant beast?"

Molen pointed to the far distance, where the woodland looked no different from the rest of the place, with the same dense and colorful mushroom caps.

"'Round Cake Town' is roughly in this area."

Then the finger turned to the distance in another direction.

"'Cake Village' should be in this area."

Finally, it points to a location slightly closer.

"'Bread Village' might be in this area."

Lyme blinked in confusion. She couldn't see anything special about these woodlands, nor did she quite understand why the names of these giant beasts sounded like place names.

Morren continued:

"We evacuated the rat girls from Rose Town in time, so Rose Town didn't turn into a giant beast."

"These few were all from the Rat Tooth Territory further south. They were almost all wiped out during the disaster two years ago."

"This time we only need to deal with the one that's too close to the hill."

Bread Village.

There was a reason why Moren only operated on the outskirts of the fungal forest last time.

He waved to the navigation mouse, who nodded, pulled a small red flag from her waist, and waved it vigorously a few times towards the mouse girl train below.

On the train, the militia rats were still chatting idly.

"Why did the Baron make us all ride in the carriage this time?"

He said it would be faster to escape by car.

"Run away? Watch out for our shot..."

The mouse was speaking when its head was turned upwards by another mouse's hand.

"Look, they're waving a flag up there!"

The militia rats immediately aimed the first cannon at the solitary clock tower in the center of Flower Town, pointing directly at the large brass bell on it.

The scout mouse raised its right hand.

"fire!"

The shells whistled as they crashed down on the top of the clock tower.

The brass bell was hit head-on, and the violent impact shook the entire bell. Before it shattered, the bell let out an incredibly loud chime!

Thump! ...

The sound was deep and resonant, making the deck of the airship hum as it passed over ruins, over withered flower fields, and over the cheese river.

The sound traveled deep into the Junmu forest.

The entire fungal forest began to stir.

One umbrella after another swayed, and from the bushes at the edge of the woodland, a ragged figure slowly emerged.

Mouse-mushroom corpse.

They wore tattered, coarse cloth skirts, revealing their withered, grayish-white skin underneath.

The joints and facial features were covered with lush fungi, and yellow bones were exposed between the decaying, withered flesh.

They were clearly thin and frail in life, and now they are even more pitiful.

Mushroom-covered animal carcasses followed, withered snow cows and giant rats, their fur completely gone, sprouting clusters of mushrooms.

The fungi on the chimeric beast's corpse were denser and more abundant, with some of the mushrooms growing on its body having formed thick, carapace-like structures.

The militia rats gripped the joystick tightly, their earlier arrogance largely gone, and several rats began to unconsciously hide behind the gun mount.

"squeak……"

These fungal corpses all came from the further south, Rat Tooth Ridge, and were slowly drawn north by the continuous noise from the construction team.

Finally awakened by the sound of bells, they once again set foot on the barren, mycelium-free wasteland.

The fungal corpses writhed and twisted, tilting their heads and turning their grayish-white eyeballs, as if searching for the source of the sound.

The rat-girl corpse at the very front suddenly stopped.

She opened her mouth, half of her face peeled off, and she let out a dry, hoarse roar!

All the fungal corpses behind instantly went berserk. The livestock fungal corpses hissed and started running, the chimera fungal corpses lowered their heads and charged, and the rat girl fungal corpses dragged their stiff legs and staggered as they accelerated.

A massive tide of fungal corpses poured out from the edge of the fungal forest and surged toward the Rat Girl Train!

"Fire!"

Before the scout mouse could finish its shout, the first cannon had already fired.

Eight cannons fired in tandem, spraying shrapnel from their muzzles, and iron pellets rained down on the oncoming horde of fungal zombies.

The fragile, dried-up fungal corpses were completely vulnerable to artillery shells.

The first row of rat-girl fungus corpses was instantly torn to pieces, withered limbs and mushroom fragments flying everywhere.

The body of the livestock fungus corpse was torn into several pieces, and the leg of the chimeric beast fungus corpse was broken and it fell heavily to the ground.

The gunner rats loaded their guns at lightning speed, rotating the turrets and sweeping them left and right, spraying shrapnel into the dense horde of fungal corpses.

The pulverized fungal powder and dried, decaying flesh and bones raised a thick wall of dust dozens of meters in front of the Rat Girl train.

Shotgun shells continued to fire into the dust wall, each shot kicking up new fragments and powder.

The horde of corpses was completely halted, unable to advance an inch.

"We handled this scale with just one acid train last time, no problem!"

"No, the Baron warned us to be careful of fungal beasts, but we haven't seen any yet..."

The earth trembled.

All the mouse girls stopped what they were doing.

The cart beneath my feet was shaking, the mine tracks were shaking, and the gravel road was shaking.

The ground trembled incessantly under the trampling of something unimaginably huge, growing heavier and closer.

Behind the wall of dust, a gigantic shadow is gradually expanding.

Chapter 91 Living Earth

The militia rats sprang up from their gun positions in a panic, and the scout rat, with its hands raised high, stood on the front of the first cart and shouted at the top of its lungs:

"Don't panic, everyone! Get back to your gun positions!"

The militia rats shoved each other a couple of times, then quickly returned to their positions, crouched back at the breech of the cannon, and reached for the ammunition boxes.

The movements were somewhat chaotic, but at least all the cannons were now aimed forward again.

The dust wall gradually decreased in size.

The scout mouse looked ahead through its binoculars, its expression shifting from tension to terror.

The rat girls were all stunned.

Although the Baron had already described the appearance of the fungus to all the militia rats, and even set up a wooden target more than ten meters high at the shooting range for everyone to get a feel for it.

But when I actually saw it, the shock was indescribable.

As the dust settled, a twisted rock giant, over ten meters tall, stood behind it, its main structure resembling a windmill.

The stone walls and wooden leaves retain their original structure, but are now encased in a large amount of rock and corpses, forming the giant's thick upper body.

The dried-up carcasses of livestock were covered with mycelium and decomposed into tendons connecting the rocks.

Skeletons protruded from the cracks in the rocks, entangled and pulled by mycelium, making a cracking sound whenever the giant moved.

His entire body was covered with an astonishingly large, colorful canopy, piled up layer upon layer on his back and shoulders.

A mouse stammered as it spoke, its voice trembling violently.

“That’s the old mill at the northernmost part of Bread Village.”

Gravel and mycelium fell from the joints of the windmill giant. With one step, it crushed several fungal trees, and with the second step, it flattened a group of fungal corpses.

They trampled step by step toward the direction of the Rat Girl Train.

The windmill giant is charging toward its Don Quixote.

"Reload! Switch to cone-shaped rounds!"

The loading rods of the two central cannons immediately rummaged through the ammunition boxes, pulled out solid cone-shaped projectiles, shoved them into the breech, filled them with gunpowder bags, and locked the breechblock.

boom!

The first cannonball missed, flying past the windmill giant's right shoulder and taking several pieces of rock with it.

boom!!

The second shot was even more outrageous, hitting the ground directly and blasting a crater near the giant's feet.

In a panic, the gunners frantically reloaded the gun, while Militia Rat lay on the breech of the cannon, taking a deep breath.

boom!!!

The third shot hit the windmill squarely in the front, the cone-shaped warhead piercing through one of the blades and shattering half of the windmill's stone wall, sending layers of gravel and wood chips falling down.

The filler material was exposed at the break.

The dried-up animal carcasses were intertwined and fused together by mycelia, which formed a pipe-like passage in the middle, creating a bizarre structure resembling an organ. Large amounts of mycelial powder gushed out from the broken parts.

"Hit its leg! Hit its leg!"

The eight cannons simultaneously turned and lowered their muzzles, firing alternating bursts of grapeshot and solid shot, flashing light in the darkness.

The windmill giant's left leg was blasted by shrapnel, shattering a large section of its mushroom cap and revealing the gray-brown rock beneath.

A solid bullet struck its right arm, breaking off half of its elbow.

The remaining fungal corpses continued to surge toward the train during lulls in the artillery fire, emitting hoarse and indistinct howls, before being mowed down in droves by the cannons on both sides with shrapnel.

But the windmill giant, braving the gunfire, marched forward step by step. Gravel and fungal dust continuously shattered from its body, while the remaining fungal corpses around it howled as they were trampled into dust at its feet. Its shadow had already extended to within a hundred meters of the train.

It was extremely oppressive.

A cone-shaped bullet, whether by accident or excellent aim, it's hard to say.

It hit the crevice in the rock with pinpoint accuracy, and the stones instantly scattered and flew everywhere.

It knelt on the ground, its massive body shuddering violently.

Even this level of fall caused the giant's entire body to begin to disintegrate, with large pieces of rock breaking off and crashing to the ground.