Let go of that monster girl!

At the very center of the city wall, the brown-haired horse girl was engaged in a bloody battle with chimeras and ghouls.

His left arm remained hanging in front of his chest, while his right hand gripped the sword, each swing carrying the full force of his body.

A chimera lunged at her left side, but she dodged to the side and slashed the chimera's nape with her sword.

She kicked the chimera's corpse aside, drew her knight's sword, and another chimera charged at her from the front. She stepped to the left to avoid its bite, and with a sweep of her sword, she severed its foreleg. The chimera fell onto the city wall, and she finished it off with a sword thrust that pierced its head.

"Those nobles have opened the south gate and fled!" someone shouted.

The brown-haired horse girl continued to hack and slash at the third Chimera that pounced on her, all the while cursing under her breath:

"That bunch of good-for-nothings! I knew it! Their mothers aren't even as brave as Rat Girl!"

The coalition forces were never a unified entity; if they fled south to this place, they would naturally continue to flee south.

In the face of defeat, every nobleman understood that preserving their own strength was of utmost importance.

The brown-haired horse girl's swift slashes cleared out the enemies in that section of the city wall in a short time, creating an opening.

She called out loudly:

"Take back the ballistae! Kill those snake women for me!"

The city walls trembled.

A huge shadow blocked out the light from all the glowstone lamps around, and a strong wind pressed down, blowing everything that remained on the city wall into the air.

The deformed dragon crashed onto the city wall, its six deformed legs crushing the stone bricks of the battlements.

Those pupil-less, deathly white eyes swept over the fleeing cannon fodder rats on the city wall, but did not unleash their breath attack.

It opened its gaping maw and lunged straight at the brown-haired horse girl.

The horse girl rolled away to avoid the attack, regained her balance, and thrust her sword at the deformed dragon's jaw. The blade struck the twisted, crisscrossing scales, producing a piercing metallic scraping sound and sparks flying, but the scales remained unharmed.

The deformed dragon lunged again, but she dodged to the side, and in the instant the dragon's head drooped, she stepped on its jawbone and used the momentum to climb onto its head.

She squeezed her legs together around the twisted dragon horns, raised her knight's sword, and thrust it fiercely into the deformed dragon's enormous, moon-like right eye.

The deformed dragon roared and spread its wings to take off into the air, its body tumbling and twisting wildly in the air, trying to shake off the horse girl on its back.

Ma Niang clung tightly to the curved horns on either side of the deformed dragon's head, gritting her teeth.

The deformed dragon swooped down south at full speed, and finally, the horse girl's body was thrown out and crashed through the roof of a building.

She struggled to crawl out of the ruins, her face covered in pale gold blood, the sling on her left arm broken, the severed arm hanging limply at her side.

She looked north.

The fortress was already very far away, with flames rising from the city walls and thick smoke billowing up.

The fortress entrusted to her by the Kelot family, which should have stood for a thousand years, was so easily conquered.

The deformed dragon made a turn in the distant night sky and flew back towards her.

A pale white flame gathered deep in its throat, illuminating the white shroud covering its body.

The horse girl closed her eyes.

A sharp whistling sound tore through the air.

A candlestick shot through the deformed dragon's neck at sonic boom speed, leaving a cloud of black blood mist.

The flames that had been building up in the dragon's throat burst forth from the pierced wound. It let out a twisted, mournful cry, lost its balance, and crashed heavily to the ground, sending dust billowing into the sky.

Ma Niang suddenly opened her eyes.

On the other side of the dust, on the half-collapsed spiral stone steps, Robert was slowly walking down from the top.

Black hair, 1.6 meters tall, dragging a knight's lance.

Her expression was excessively languid, but with each step she took down a step, that languidness lessened, and her bright golden pupils became brighter.

By the time she reached the last step, the lazy and gluttonous pony was no longer there.

Only one monster with glowing eyes remained, standing in the center of the ruins.

Laziness and gluttony were meant to suppress a certain true desire within this monster.

Monster Princess, all of this is to avoid destroying the cardboard castle around her.

"They've all escaped, you should escape too."

Robert said casually.

The deformed dragon struggled to its feet, and the piercing wound on its neck was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It lowered its head and stared at the small figure in front of it with its remaining pale white eye.

Then it spread its wings and tried to take flight again.

Robert disappeared.

The deformed dragon's claws slammed down where she had just been standing, shattering the stone floor into a spiderweb-like pattern, but she was already beneath the dragon's belly.

The lance thrust out, and the dragon scales burst open at the point of contact, creating a huge hole.

It roared and swung its tail, but the lance pierced down again, and the scales above its spine exploded and flew in all directions.

The deformed dragon rolled, pounced, and spewed pale white flames, but each attack missed its target, while new wounds kept bursting open on its body.

The surrounding buildings continued to crumble in the aftermath of the battle, stone walls collapsed in whole sections, roofs were blown off by the shockwave, and deep cracks appeared in the ground.

The brown-haired horse girl stared in disbelief for a few seconds, then quickly got up and ran away, far away from the devastating battlefield between the monsters.

The battered and deformed dragon flapped its wings with all its might and soared into the sky, its black blood raining down in the air.

The knight's lance shot up from the ground and pierced the deformed dragon's throat. It swayed in the air, its wings flapping erratically and weakly, and its body flew off to the south at an unsteady gait.

Towards the low hill.

Chapter 120 The Deformed Dragon

The noble beast girl, fleeing south, lifted her skirt and stumbled forward.

Several servants behind her carried heavy boxes, rushing about in a panic. The boxes slipped from their hands and crashed to the ground, scattering gold coins and jewels everywhere.

What are you doing?!

The noble beast girl whirled around, her eyes blazing with fury, and snapped:

"Pick them all up! Pick them all up, not a single one can be missing!"

The servants fell to the ground, frantically grabbing at the scattered jewels.

The noble beast girl no longer cared about her manners; she lay on the muddy ground, grabbing handful after handful, crawling to chase after the coins that had rolled into the grass.

A thunderous roar, like a dragon's roar, crashed down from the sky.

The voice was low and hoarse, yet still powerful enough to make the ground tremble slightly.

The tiny beast girls below trembled as they raised their heads.

A huge black shadow swept overhead, its wings spreading out and obscuring the last remaining patch of open space in the pitch-black sky.

The deformed dragon glided southward, its massive body gradually disappearing into the shadows.

The noble beast girl stood rooted to the spot, her face ashen, her legs trembling. Her lips moved, and she managed to squeeze out a single sentence:

"Ai Shan is probably doomed too."

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At this moment, the low hill.

The electric bell suddenly rang loudly, and the mouse girls who were busy outside quickly put away their tools and ran back to the mine entrance.

The foremen rats waved their small flags and shouted orders through large brass megaphones.

Following the well-prepared plan, the group leaders and rats stood guard at various intersections, counted the number of rats, and evacuated the rat girls under their respective responsibilities to the ground.

"East District, go through tunnel number two! Tunnel number two! Don't push!"

"Foundry workers, keep up! Squeak! Don't fall behind!"

Although the mouse girls ran around in a chaotic manner due to their short legs, they didn't really fall into disarray; each mouse girl knew where she should go.

Ever since that mysterious white legion began its southward march, the airships of the low mountains have been keeping watch from high above.

Therefore, Morren already knew the situation of the battle.

He walked slowly and steadily up the city wall, raised his binoculars, and aimed them at the northern sky.

Through the lens, under the pitch-black sky, a dark shadow was approaching.

Molen put down his binoculars and took a sip of the sugar-salt water in his glass.

He appeared calm, even thoughtful.

That's it.

A bit disappointed.

"How did such a little thing end up here?"

Under the northern sky, the dark shadow grew larger and larger.

Wings spread, and its outline gradually became clear in the darkness. Its massive body pressed down on the low mountain, drawing airflow with it.

The bell of the Mouse Girl Train rang from behind.

A flatbed wagon, towing a long string of anti-aircraft shotguns and high-angle crossbows, slid rapidly along the tracks toward the northern line of the city wall.

The rat girls, pushing the ballista carts, trotted behind, their round ears twitching. Next to each cannon, three fully armed militia rats quickly took up positions, their helmets askew and not yet adjusted.

Molen raised the binoculars again and aimed them at the approaching dark figure.

Through the lens, the outline of the deformed dragon gradually became clear.

It has six legs, is over twenty meters long, and is draped in a shroud stained with black blood.

There were two wounds on his neck, one of which was almost healed, while the other was still bleeding, dripping into the darkness.

On the city wall, the militia rats were already in position.

"That's huge!"

"It's bleeding from its neck."

Inside the city walls, a group of rat girls drove two giant cargo rats, pulling a large cannon with a barrel over ten meters long, slowly moving along the mine tracks.

The cannon was too heavy, so the rat women pushed it from the side and pulled it from the front, making it move very slowly.

"Squeak ahhhhh!"

"Hold on, hold on!"

"Don't fall! Don't fall! Squeak!"

Morren waved and shouted from the city wall:

"Don't touch that thing! Just nail it down!"

The blacksmith rats exchanged glances and immediately deployed the securing device that came with the vehicle.

Ground anchors, pressure plates, and diagonal braces were unfurled one by one from the vehicle.

The hammers swung, clanging and banging. The mouse girls had a clear division of labor, but they were in a flurry of activity and it took them several tries to finish the job.

A 150mm fixed cannon with an effective range of 11 kilometers. It is the only one of its kind in the entire low mountain area. It is an explosive and fragile rat-like device, a half-finished product among half-finished products.

Morren personally crafted a special cannonball, containing a runic sword exclusive to the Baron, capable of piercing through all things. There was only one, designed specifically for that dragon girl.

The deformed beast before them was not worthy of it.

Under the northern sky, the roar of the deformed dragon came again, lower and heavier than the last, carrying an oppressive feeling of crushing everything.

According to a manual circulating among adventurers, the speed of wyverns is approximately 150 feet per 6 seconds, and the speed of dragon girls is double that.

Flight is an extremely precise mode of movement. Chimeras that can fly make up less than one in 100,000, and almost all of them are defective species like blind birds.

After all, you can run whether you have three legs or eight legs, but you can't fly even if your wings are misaligned.

So much so that even the approaching enemy from the north consisted of only one deformed dragon.

The deformed dragon before them was over twenty meters long, its wingspan enough to blot out the sky, its scales were indestructible by any physical or magical means, its breath could easily melt steel, any wound would heal within minutes, and its extremely high intelligence was enough to see through any trap.