Let go of that monster girl!

The larger the caliber, the bolder the act.

The closer the enemy gets, the less timid we become.

Molen wasn't too keen on giving the rat girls any mentally-torturing, devilish training; he just wanted them to stay put when explosions occurred around them.

Since there's no need to directly engage the enemy, it's perfectly fine to have a sense of ceremony when issuing orders. This military band will naturally follow Morren and be responsible for relaying instructions.

The battlefield was in chaos. The rats had good hearing, and the drumbeats were much louder than the little rat mother's voice. Compared to the little flags, they didn't even need to turn their heads to look.

The military band resumed their performance, the drumbeats were precise, and the trumpets were loud.

The militia rats began simulating the loading process again. This time it was a little better. Although their movements were still somewhat slow and their coordination was not smooth, at least no shells fell to the ground.

Boom boom boom, the Mouse Girls' military band struck out with heavy blows, issuing the order to fire.

The militia rats pretended to light the fuse.

The militia rats leading the way stood beside the cannon model, took a deep breath, and shouted:

"boom!"

Hahaha.

Morren chuckled and rubbed his forehead again.

Sigh, I hope I don't burst out laughing when the fight breaks out.

The military band began a new round of performances, with the band's mice continuing to play while circling the training ground.

Knock knock, knock knock knock.

Beep beep, beep beep beep.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

The doorbell next to Morren suddenly rang, interrupting his leisurely mood as he watched the mouse girl's performance.

Ding ding ding, ding, ding ding ding.

The rats, humans, and slimes turned their attention back to the doorbell.

The scout mouse quickly flipped open the telegram book, picked up a charcoal pencil, and began scribbling and drawing rapidly on the paper.

Soon, she looked up and handed the booklet to Moren.

"The rats in the west have discovered a strange black thing!"

Chapter 114 Cultists

The telegram was fast, but the mouse's short legs were slow.

So much so that before that strange black guy was sent to the hill, Morren had time to contact Jimmy again.

"Anyway, the Baron's goods are all on their way, meow."

"As for the matter that the Baron asked the cat to inquire about, the cat couldn't find out, meow."

"The dragons people here are talking about are not the ones from the new market."

"She probably hasn't been around Sweet Radish Territory before, meow."

Morren nodded, even though Jimmy couldn't see.

There were no clues, but it was expected.

The creaking sound of a winch turning came from below the city gate.

The mice hung from the winch's crossbar, their little feet dangling off the ground, using their weight to drive the gears. The iron chain tightened link by link, and the heavy wooden door slowly rose.

"Squeak! Squeak!"

"Just one more half turn and it'll be done, squeak."

Moren and Lyme turned around from the watchtower and saw the militia rats escorting the "strange black guy" into the city walls.

Her hair was dark black octopus tentacles, with soft strands cascading from the top of her head to her waist, and a bread-shaped holy emblem hung on her chest.

The nun's habit was very well-tailored and she was exceptionally tall.

But the standard cut couldn't hide her figure at all.

The rat girls' spears pierced it, but bounced back softly.

What a great evil!

So evil.

Molen recognized it at a glance.

The cultists are not the cultists in the north, but the Flying Bread Cultists from the Glowing Sea in the west.

The octopus girl enthusiastically raised her two hairy tentacles and waved them at the vigilant rat girls around her.

"Hello little mice, may the flying bread bless you!"

Behind her followed a camel shrimp, twice the height of the mouse girl, with a hard shell, hammer-shaped forelimbs, and looking exactly like a mantis shrimp.

The camel shrimp also raised one of its forelegs in a friendly manner and waved it up and down at the mouse girls.

"Flying Bread is giving away candy! Candy! Come, come, taste the sacred staple food bestowed by the god of flying bread, it's free, and there's even more if you join the cult!"

The mouse girls hesitantly accepted the small black bread rolls, looked down at them, and saw an eerie blue hue beneath the dark crust.

"Squeak, is this color edible?"

"It looks so strange."

A bold little mouse took a bite. The outer shell was unexpectedly hard, while the bread inside was exceptionally soft, but it emitted an ominous blue-green fluorescence.

The mouse girl stuck out her little tongue, which turned blue and glowed in the darkness.

"Squeak squeak squeak!"

The surrounding mouse girls let out terrified squeals.

The octopus girl paid no attention to these reactions, and her hair and tentacles began to roll up the various goods on the camel shrimp's back to show them to the rat girls.

"Look at this! A deep-sea coral comb! A giant loaf of bread is singing inside!"

"And this too, a fish-man bone dreamcatcher! I sleep incredibly soundly with it hanging above my bed!"

The mouse girl didn't look at the goods in the octopus girl's hand; instead, she curiously approached a bunch of unthreshed black bread on the back of the camel shrimp.

There was no wind, and the sheaf of black bread swayed to her in a friendly manner.

The rat girls silently took a few steps back.

"Once you join the cult, you'll have an endless supply of fish and bread every day! The Flying Bread Goddess is the mother of the luminous sea! A merciful giant fish! The world's most powerful collector of erotic books and a nerdy girl!"

"Ia! Ia! Phtg'nui! Flying Bread is handing out candy!"

The octopus girl became more and more excited as she spoke, and the amplitude of her tentacles waving increased.

Looking down, I saw that most of the rat girls around me had run away.

However, octopus girls also have best-selling products.

As she took a basket of handmade soaps smelling of seaweed off the back of the camel shrimp, the mouse girls who had run away quietly slipped back.

"It smells so good!"

How much do you want to sell this for?

"Can I have some candy?"

Octopus Girl readily nodded. High-purity sugar is a luxury and a form of hard currency everywhere, and no one would refuse a piece of sugar that is offered to them.

The rat girl next to Morren muttered to herself.

"What flying bread god? Does he really exist?"

"Bread flying in the sky? That's fake, right?"

Although Morren really didn't want to accept this fact.

But it's true.

He took a small black bread roll handed to him by the mouse girl, crushed the hard outer shell with his fingers, and blue-green fluorescence seeped out from the cracks.

The bread that the octopus girl sees is completely different from the bread that the mouse girls see.

A huge, unidentified entity, black in color and irregularly shaped, covered with blue fluorescent stripes.

That is the true form of the God of Flying Bread.

Of course, in her human form, she is a socially awkward, gloomy, and clueless otaku girl with long, straight black hair.

She still has E-cup breasts.

Extremely evil.

Moren glanced at the octopus girl below the city wall, who was selling soap while trying to hang a dreamcatcher on the mouse girl's ear.

Flying bread, the god of blindly eating fish.

Aside from eating the fish-girl and mermaid girl until they all fled ashore, he is actually a very easy-going god and poses no threat to land-dwelling demi-humans.

Aside from handing out candy and bread everywhere and releasing the fish-catching girl and mermaid girl back into the sea, her prey are not dangerous creatures.

If it weren't for the fact that Morren was really unwilling to join another group of madmen, or even an ally, just to deal with one group of madmen, he would have been completely different.

Cultists in this world share a common characteristic.

He's ruthless.

Because the state religion has an undeniable abundance of divine magic and holy maidens, those who can snatch believers from under the state religion's control are all formidable demon girls.

Either you're rolling in money, or you're sending eggs to the countryside, or God is on guard every day.

They all have very clear purposes and meanings of existence; there is absolutely no one among them who is simply trying to scam money.

Molen looked north, lost in thought.

Lem stood beside Morren, taking small bites of the black bread.

The communication rune stone was still stuck in her head, and the rune's light gradually dimmed.

Suddenly, the runestone began to flash.

Just when Moran thought Jimmy had sent another message.

The runic stones flickered faster and faster, their brightness increasing dramatically, transforming from a firefly-like glow into a blinding incandescence.

Lem raised his hand in alarm to touch the top of his head, but before his little finger even touched the stone, a bright and dazzling white fluorescence burst forth from the runestone!

Countless tiny symbols emerged from the light, rapidly shrinking into a dense mass of tiny dots that swirled and converged in the air.

As the small dots gathered, they gradually formed the outline of a human figure.

A girl's ethereal figure gradually coalesced in the white light.

Barefoot, stepping on the void, with slender ankles and rounded toes.

Her long white hair fell to her knees, with ram-like horns peeking out from between the strands.

A plain white cloth strip covered her eyes, with extremely fine gold thread embroidered along the edges.

Her lips curved into a soft smile, her adorable face turned towards Moren, and she spoke softly:

"Revered Lord of the Dwarf Mountains, my fellow human, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Chapter 115 A Month of Calamity for the World

It's the Holy Dragon of the New Market!

This guy can actually hijack the communication stone with magic power, which is unheard of. What a high-profile display of power!

Molen's expression was extremely unpleasant.

The luminous phantom of the White Dragon Saintess sat in mid-air, her fair little feet swinging back and forth, softly humming an unknown tune.

She completely ignored Morren's expression.

No, she's blind.