Let go of that monster girl!

The slave ratwomen moved forward, crying, their spears trembling, yet the tips still managed to pierce out with unsteady steps.

From a distance, it was a scene of chaos and bloodshed. Waves of monstrous beasts charged the battle line, only to be repelled, then charged again, only to be repelled once more. But each time the battle line was breached, it would retreat. The army of the Exterminator Army slowly advanced on the meat grinder-like battlefield.

Beneath the giant tree.

The pure white dragon girl gently spread her arms.

The pair of slender dragon girl wings behind her began to tremble, the feather bones extended, the membranous wings expanded, and little by little they grew and multiplied until they finally unfolded into huge, multi-feathered wings like those of an angel, obscuring a patch of sky behind her.

She swooped into the array of knight golems, sidestepped the golems' sweeping swords, grabbed one of their arms, and with a twist, flung the entire golem away, knocking down two others nearby.

The golems attacked from both sides, but she passed directly between them, grabbing the head of one golem with each hand and slamming them together. The heads of both golems caved in simultaneously and collapsed to the ground.

More golems pressed down from behind, but she didn't dodge. Instead, she reached back, grabbed one by the neck, lifted it up, pulled it high into the air, and threw it away.

She moved lightly and freely through the array of golems.

In the far distance, those mountain-like rune colossi all raised their cannons, ready to fire.

A bright red cross converges with thunder.

Morren put down his binoculars.

The airships from the low hill gradually approached the other side of the battlefield in the darkness, getting closer to a high ground several kilometers away from the giant tree.

The rat girls clung to the ship's railing, looking down at the surging tide of monstrous beasts, their ears pressed tightly against their heads, squeaking in fear.

"Squeak."

So many.

The female horse riders knelt on one knee on the deck, bowed their heads, clasped their hands together, and moved their lips slightly.

A moment later, they stood up one by one, each with a resolute expression on their face.

The two airships, each equipped with a cannon, began to slowly descend, while the other four dispersed and spread out to the sides.

The 150mm fixed gun has a maximum range of 11 kilometers, but like most artillery pieces, its accurate range is only about half of its maximum range.

We must get close, into this rather dangerous distance.

Morren calmly began:

"Let's begin."

The mouse girls in the military band exchanged glances, took a deep breath, and hugged their drums and trumpets tightly.

The melodious military music floated in the sky, mingling with the sounds of battle from the distant battlefield.

Explosions rang out one after another, and the devastating bombardment tore a gap in the tide of monstrous beasts.

Several tall, heavy iron plates crashed down from the airship and embedded themselves in the ground, forming a temporary, iron-gray defensive line.

One acid barrel after another exploded, creating a curtain of flames in front of the defensive line, with green and red flames rising up.

The horse riders jumped off the airship, which was ten meters above the ground.

They landed heavily, bending their knees slightly to absorb the force, then stood up straight and drew their swords and spears.

The 150mm cannon was then placed on the ground, swaying slightly. The mouse girls grabbed the ropes and slid down, landing with squeals and cries. They then scattered and hurriedly went to secure the cannon's support legs.

"Bolt, squeak!"

"Where's the rope? Where's the rope?!"

"That's my tail!"

At the front of the defensive line, some of the deformed beasts that failed to bypass the fire wall crashed into the ranks of the horse-woman knights.

The beasts collided with the swords, were stopped by the spears, and the horses used the impact to take a half step back, regain their footing, and then slashed back.

They huddled together, back to back, shoulder to shoulder, desperately holding on before that makeshift iron plate defense.

"Your Excellency, you've finished pretending!"

The flying mouse reported loudly from below.

Behind the cannon, in the center of the temporary position, Lyme infused the rune arrow in the cannon with the last bit of magic power, gripped the firing rope tightly, felt the distant and terrifying aura of the Holy Maiden Dragon, raised his head, and awaited his master's command.

Molen did not bow his head.

He stared intently at the bright red cross of lightning converging on the distant horizon.

Saintess Dragon also sensed the bright red cross of lightning on the distant horizon.

She was blind, but the destructive strike, imbued with immense magical power, was extremely bright, dazzling, and clear to her senses, drawing all her attention.

She flapped her wings, creating a gust of wind, and suddenly rose into the air from the ground.

A vast amount of magic gathered at her fingertips, the air began to distort at that point, and the surrounding dust was drawn towards her.

Facing the bright red cross in the distance.

Suddenly, an enormous scarlet arrow shot out from the very center of the bright red cross in the distance!

Lightning crackled around it, and the surrounding air was compressed into a massive blast of wind, hurtling toward the Holy Dragon with earth-shattering force.

At this moment, all was silent.

All eyes were fixed on the approaching, devastating punishment.

The Holy Dragoness clasped her arms together, facing the crimson torrent with all her might.

Magic gathered in her palm, and her body was thrown backward by the impact, burning all over.

To the disbelief of the soldiers, she forcefully split the incoming torrent of magic in two right in the middle!

Two torrents of bright red magical energy swept past her on either side, carving out two molten trenches hundreds of meters long on either side of the giant tree. The rocks melted under the high temperature, emitting a dazzling orange-red glow.

The shockwave spread outwards, instantly throwing the ranks of the Exterminator Army below into chaos. The Rat Girl soldiers were overturned by the shockwave, the golems staggered backwards, and the deformed beasts were also shaken and knocked off balance.

On the distant airship, Morren raised his hand.

The Mouse Girls Band then launched into a series of rapid drumbeats.

Achilles, the heroic Achilles, the Achilles who was immersed in the River Styx and was invulnerable to swords and spears.

An arrow that killed him in the chaos of battle.

The roar of artillery fire was completely drowned out by the devastating aftershocks in the distance.

A slender, silver-blue line, moving with incredible speed and an eerie arc, bypassed all defenses and darted across the battlefield.

Saintess Dragon's expression shifted from confusion to surprise. She looked down at her chest and finally smiled.

"Well done, my lovely little mice, you always surprise me."

"However, that's not enough."

"The audience takes their seats, and the actors take the stage."

"The battle between dragons and heroes should be an even more magnificent scene."

Feathers scattered, and the dragon maiden's mutilated body fell from the sky, landing in the pool of blood on the ground.

Then, all the blood on the battlefield converged on that one point.

The monstrous beasts stopped running, their bodies began to tremble, and fine cracks appeared under their fur and shells before they instantly lost their life.

It disintegrated, turning into streams of dark red blood that poured onto the ground.

One, two, ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand.

On the entire battlefield, all the deformed beasts began to melt simultaneously, at an extremely fast speed. There was no struggle, no hissing; they simply turned into a pool of pus and blood quietly and completely.

Blood pooled on the ground, flowing in the same direction, forming thin streams that then merged into thicker rivers, and finally into wider torrents.

The blood that had spilled across the entire battlefield was flowing, converging, and swirling toward the same point.

That spot is where the Holy Dragon fell.

The giant tree of flesh and blood began to collapse from its top.

The highest branch broke off first, turning into a fine mist of blood that shimmered red in the darkness and drifted in all directions.

The collapse spread downwards from the treetops, layer by layer. The canopy disappeared, the branches broke, and the dark red trunk began to dissolve, turning into wisps of light that drifted in the air.

The streams of light flowed and intertwined in the darkness, refracting brilliant colors to form a magnificent yet eerie aurora in the eternally dark sky of the lightless zone.

The aurora flowed and converged in the sky, slowly approaching the vortex of blood below.

The entire earth began to tremble.

The tremors spread outwards from the center of the vortex, causing the pebbles on the ground to bounce, the dead trees to sway, and the distant mountains to emit a low rumble.

The vanguard of the Exterminator Army began to retreat rapidly.

The golem strode forward, and the ratgirl soldiers ran after it. The slave ratgirls cried out as they were swept back, and the entire front line retreated in a very short time.

At the vortex of the blood flow, a giant claw extends from the ground.

Pure white, pristine, each claw and toe several meters long, with sharp tips, gleaming softly in the aurora.

The claw gripped the ground and pressed down hard.

A giant dragon rose from the vortex of blood.

Her body was fluorescent white, radiating light, and covered in fine scales.

With a long neck, a head that combines the majesty of a dragon with the gentleness of a young girl, and bright, clear, and calm blue eyes.

With its wings spread out, it blocked out a large part of the sky. The wing membrane was thin and translucent, and the aurora refracted through the wing membrane to create a fine, scarlet halo.

The sacred shroud covering her body fluttered in the wind, blending seamlessly with her pure white scales.

She rose like that, slowly, calmly, without any urgency.

An unnamed white dragon gazes southward.

She took a step forward.

The mere movement, the sheer tremors caused by the massive body stepping on the ground, made it difficult for the surrounding Punishment Army soldiers to stand.

In the distance, those mountain-like rune colossi slowly raised their giant cannons, each several meters in diameter.

They marched forward, each step shaking the earth and causing hills to collapse.

They are the true warriors of this war; everything before was merely a prelude.

The giants will advance and enter the battle at the cardinal's command.

Amidst the shimmering rain of blood, on the battlefield of giants, Morren stood at the railing of the airship.

Behind him, Lyme, the Horse Girl Knight, and the Flying Rats were being pulled onto the airship on pulleys.

As for the giant cannon that had finished firing, it was simply abandoned.

This scene was something Moran certainly wouldn't say he had foreseen, but it didn't surprise him either.

Moren gripped the airship's cable, signaling the ratgirl band behind him to continue playing.

Come on, let's hunt down giants once again.

He looked north, meeting the dragon's shimmering blue eyes.

Chapter 127 (4k) The Very Clumsy Little White Dragon

It's so small.

They're quite cute, aren't they?

Molen stretched out a hand, spread his five fingers in front of his eyes, and easily blocked the view of the distant, shimmering white dragon.

He lowered his hand slightly, and the outline of the enormous thing only occupied a very cute width in the gap between his thumb and forefinger.

If you stand at the feet of a giant dragon tens of meters high, you will feel as small as an ant, suffocated by its pure white scales and sky-covering wings.

But if you are floating far away, several kilometers away, hundreds of meters above the ground, then the dragon is nothing more than a small white horse in the distance.

The horse riders didn't have Moren's time to spare.

They stood on the deck of the airship, their arms gripping their weapons trembling slightly, their eyes fixed on the enormous white creature slowly moving forward in the distance.

Every time the dragon took a step, the ground would tremble, and the vibrations could still be felt from the surrounding trembling dead forest several kilometers away.

The flying mice huddled together into several large clumps, most hiding behind Morren, while a few lay behind ammunition boxes, only their round ears showing.