Let go of that monster girl!

Chapter 125

The airship sailed north, scattering death and ashes along its way.

Every few minutes, the cylindrical iron frames were released by the rat girls, their parachutes opening in the air, followed by a cloud of emerald green acid mist covering the earth, and then an explosion that crushed everything into nothingness.

The horse girl knights initially screamed, then fell silent, and finally all the horse girls wore incredibly complex expressions.

The scene below, where the Holy Remains Army was crushed, was horrific.

Those who were crushed into dust by the shockwave were considered extremely lucky; the survivors on the verge of the explosion were the real nightmare.

The monstrous creatures dragged their charred remains across the scorched earth, tearing open their throats and vomiting out their entrails. Their flesh and blood were fused together by the acid, burning into black and red lumps, yet they could not die for a long time due to their immense self-healing power.

Hell, a scene straight out of hell.

He truly deserves to be called the tyrant who unleashed that shimmering white plague.

The horse riders had seen mountains of corpses and the fire and debris from rune bomb explosions.

But no horse had ever seen such a move, burning an entire battlefield to ashes.

If it weren't for the airship hovering high above, this desolate area below would surely be filled with burnt blood and the stench of decay.

This wasn't a battle at all; it was a one-sided slaughter.

Ruthless, vicious, and devoid of any sense of fairness and justice that knights uphold.

The horse-woman knights all turned to look at Morren, their eyes filled with fear.

Molen simply stood calmly by the ship's railing, without even looking down at his work.

If you are heading into war with even a shred of honor in your heart, then you have surely fallen into an ancient deception.

Perhaps in the future people will call it a terrible war crime, but for now, Molen is willing to call it high efficiency.

The rat girls weren't surprised at all; they were already used to the Baron's high efficiency.

They did their work, adjusted the pulleys, and threw bombs as needed, occasionally peeking out to look down before retreating back inside.

There was even a kind-hearted mouse girl explaining to the horses:

“That’s how the Baron always does it, squeak.”

"This time it's already considered quite mild."

The women's faces turned even paler.

The brown-haired horse girl knight leaned against the ship's railing, her eyes unfocused, and slowly slid down to the ground, completely lost in thought.

So easy...

What about those comrades who died in battle, those burning fortresses, those knights who were torn apart by the monsters while covering the rear?

Molen didn't have time to cheer her on; he was raising his binoculars, gazing at the gradually forming battlefield in the distance.

That's the real hell.

Those cultists, that dragon.

There is also the Exterminator Army of the State Religion gathering in the north.

The decisive battle is about to begin.

Morren had to admit that holding the low hill and dragging things out until the Punishment Army wore down the Holy Dragon was definitely a winning strategy.

But Morren didn't want to win that way.

Whoever hunts down that dragon will win the entire Dark Zone of the Rat Girl Kingdom as a reward.

Although Morren was reluctant to admit it, the Holy Remains Army's southward march had utterly shattered all the stubborn noble forces and wiped out those enemies that Morren was reluctant to attack due to his noble status.

They pushed all the refugees and defeated soldiers to the vicinity of the low hill.

As long as Moren becomes a hero in the hunt for the Holy Dragon, he will naturally be able to take over the rat girls that the Holy Dragon collected from various territories through dirty means, and take over the new market controlled by her.

They could even easily take over the entire territory between Aishan and the new market under the pretext of assisting in reconstruction.

The feat of hunting down that dragon would make Morren a hero of the kingdom, making up for the prestige and legitimacy he lacked when he annexed these territories.

Each one perfectly suited Moran's needs.

This reward was practically tailor-made for him.

It appeared at the perfect moment for him to pick it.

It's too perfect, ridiculously perfect.

It's almost like it was done on purpose.

Molen put down the binoculars, adjusted the focus, and then raised them again to push the field of vision further away.

Where the new market once stood, that giant, fleshy tree still stands.

The dark red tree trunk, with parallel spiral patterns, was so thick that it defied conventional measurement. It pierced straight into the dark clouds overhead and disappeared into the eternal darkness.

A massive canopy unfolded in the clouds, obscuring the entire sky, with vein-like vines hanging down from the dark red branches and leaves.

The snow-white dragon maiden was floating quietly in the sky below the dark red giant tree.

At the base of the giant tree, tens of thousands of chimeras draped in holy shrouds were running around the trunk, forming a massive swirling vortex that protected the still brightly lit city at its very center.

Morren turned his telescope further into the distance, where the kingdom's Exterminator army was already in formation.

At the forefront were a large number of cowering slave rat girls, dressed in rags, with iron rings around their necks and linked together by long chains, carrying crude weapons, serving as cannon fodder and human shields.

The central section is filled with fully armed regular rat girls soldiers, their guns bristling.

Behind them stood towering knight golems, each three or four meters tall, their iron-gray bodies engraved with complex rune circuits, and their eye sockets burning with a cold blue light.

Further away, colossal runic statues soared into the clouds, each as large as a mountain, with massive siege cannons, each with a caliber of several meters, perched on their shoulders, their muzzles pointing towards the giant tree.

Those giant cannons could only be loaded once a day, but one shot was enough to raze a castle to the ground.

At the far end of the line of sight, at the very very end of the Punishment Army's lines, the sky was flashing with dense, crimson magical lightning.

Morren slowly lowered the binoculars.

A luminous, bright red cross, clearly visible even at this distance without the need for a telescope, gathering lightning and reaching to the heavens and the earth, is gradually taking shape in that darkness.

This scene felt somewhat different from what he had imagined—the hunt for cult members.

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The Holy Dragon floated above the city with a smile on her face.

She held a uniquely shaped communication rune stone, its shape very simple: a rotating vortex.

Because she was blind, she could not see it, only hear it.

From inside came the voice of the Cardinal of the Church of England, a voice so angry it had lost all decorum.

That guy was currently at the very back of the Punishment Army, guiding the dragon-slaying lightning.

"What do you think you're doing! Do you want to die?! The experiment isn't even ready yet, why are you starting now! Are you going to go against Lady Cheshire's plans?!"

"say!"

The Holy Dragon did not answer, and calmly shut down the runestone.

She sensed the rat girls below being led by the nuns to the roots of the giant tree for refuge.

Turning south, facing a distant direction, a gentle and expectant smile played on his lips.

come on.

We have overcome this month of disaster.

Step over me.

Win your prize.

My hero.

My dragon-slaying hero.

Chapter 126 (4k) Regular Army

This was the first time Morren had ever seen a large-scale Kingdom army in person.

He held up his binoculars and scanned the array once again from beginning to end.

The kingdom's history is not long, but the history of these golems is as long as, or even longer than, the history of the knight families they represent.

On the chest of each forged iron, there are traces of the heraldry being repeatedly modified over hundreds of years.

Dynasties come and go.

Times change.

Nobility is eternal.

The golem is eternal.

On the battlefield, a knight golem is locked in combat with several small winged monsters.

The deformed beasts were not large, but their wings were powerful. They circled the golem, looking for an opening. Two of them swooped down at the same time, their claws digging tightly into the golem's shoulder armor.

The golem swung its arm, flinging one of them away, while the other seized the opportunity to bite its neck.

More monstrous creatures pounced from the side, grabbing the golem's limbs and lifting it off the ground.

The golems struggled in the air, their armor clashing with a dull thud, before the winged monsters released their grip.

The golem plummeted straight down from a height of tens of meters, crashing into the ground, its armor shattering and fragments scattering everywhere.

Well, even golems aren't entirely eternal.

The number of winged monsters is small, and they fly slowly and low, so they cannot be considered true aerial units.

The kingdom's rat-girl soldiers immediately retaliated against the threat in the sky. They raised their crossbows, tilted their heads back, aimed, and fired a barrage of bolts into the air.

The slave ratwomen in the front row cried out in alarm and retreated, only to be pushed back by the soldiers behind them with the shafts of their spears.

"Don't move!" "Go forward!"

The slave rat girls cried out, but had nowhere to retreat.

Around the new market, the radius of the grotesque beasts draped in the shroud of the holy remains suddenly expanded. They no longer circled the giant tree, but charged straight toward the lines of the Exterminator Army!

The slave rat girls in the front row screamed and scattered in all directions.

The monstrous creatures completely ignored them, leaping over the dense spear formation of the ratwoman soldiers and rushing directly towards the knight golems in the back row.

A golem swung its iron fist, sending the charging monster flying several meters.

The monstrous beast landed, rolled, stood up, and continued its charge forward!

Another golem stomped down, crushing a monstrous beast into the mud, before being bumped by two other golems from the side, causing it to stagger backward.

The monstrous creatures did not confront the golem head-on; instead, they circled around, searching for joints and gaps, tearing at every weak connection with their claws and teeth.

One of the monstrous beasts bit down hard on the golem's wrist, while another pounced from behind, tearing the golem's carapace in two.

The golem turned around, trying to shake it off, but at that moment the armor on its chest was pried open by the claws of the previous monstrous beast.

The armor cracked open, and the monstrous beast reached in with its claws, pulling out the witch who was controlling the golem.

Blood splattered.

Before she could utter a sound, the golem stopped moving and collapsed on the spot.

However, the knight golems quickly regained the initiative.

In the middle of the formation, a knight golem with four marigold emblems on its shoulders was rampaging through the horde of monstrous beasts.

Its movements were completely different from the other golems. Every step it took was in the gaps between the monsters' attacks, and every strike of its greatsword precisely hit the most vulnerable joints of the monsters' bodies.

A deformed beast lunged at it, but it dodged to the side, grabbed the beast's hind leg, swung it up, and slammed it into another deformed beast that was jumping nearby.

The two deformed beasts collided and were sent flying sideways.

The third one jumped up from behind. Without turning around, it fell backward and crushed the creature to the ground with the weight of its entire armor.

Taking advantage of the fact that the monsters had no interest in them, the rat-girl soldiers drove the slave rat-girls closer and used their spears to stab the monsters that were fighting the golems from the side.