Chapter 109 Chapter 107 Ratman Tribute
Jenna’s neck was very pale, coated with a layer of halo, the blood that fell on her neck was strikingly red, and the dagger piercing her neck was glaring. George had kissed Jenna’s neck before and knew how soft and fragile it was.
Beside them were several despicable, loathsome ratman assassins, making their move, leaping up together, thrusting their daggers and short swords toward Jenna. Yet Jenna was still trying her best to maintain the luminous orb.
The massive body of the rat ogre blocked Jenna’s figure as it fell from the sky towards George, bringing its electric drill down on his head, while the ratman chieftain on its back opened its mouth wide, seemingly mocking him.
A surge of anger rose within George, as his wings turned red. He suddenly sprang up from the ground, knocking over a nearby clan rat, pushing off with his legs and jumping towards the rat ogre, which loomed like a mountain.
He had no weapons in his hands. The ratman chieftain was overjoyed, a big smile spreading across its face, thinking the human had gone mad, not dodging or fleeing, but coming right at them. The drill of the rat ogre lunged forward, its head larger than George’s own.
George pulled out a page hammer from his waist, the hammer was laughably short; the drill struck George first, but he pivoted and punched it aside. The drill grazed his chest armor, sparking, as George swung the page hammer, letting out a beast-like roar that rattled the faceplate.
One swing broke the rat ogre’s elbow; grabbing the drill, another swing struck the ogre’s cheek, shattering half of its rat face, twisting its head one and a half full turns.
The ratman chieftain loomed above, slashing downwards. George tossed his hammer, it glowed white as it struck the ratman chieftain on the forehead, creating a deep dent. The chieftain fell backward off its saddle onto the ground, its face frozen in a smile that couldn’t change.
The head-crushed rat ogre fell with a thud, its twisted face reflecting the sight of George flying in mid-air, its eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets.
His wings glowed red, as bright as a furnace, carrying a blood-drenched banner, even though his hands were empty and he only had a dagger at his waist. The clan rats, armed with spears, pointed them at George, retreating in fear.
The ratman officer lashed his poisonous whip hard against the trembling backs of the clan rats, leaving stripes of blood and cracking sounds, but it didn’t stop the clan rats from distancing themselves from George.
However, George didn’t care about the group of ratman enemies, nor did he care about his weapons, but instead looked to Jenna without delay.
Jenna still had a dagger in her neck and a short sword in her lung, but for the team, she continued to maintain the terrifying luminous orb with a radius of twenty meters, rolling forward.
Her right hand was loosely grasping the neck of a ratman assassin, the latter’s legs straightened, head thrown back, mouth wide open, light bursting out from it, smoke wafting from its seven orifices.
Jenna relaxed her grip, and the ratman assassin fell to the ground, turning into a charred corpse from the inside out, no longer moving. By her feet lay several charred ratman corpses, some with arrows from Eve Frostleaf embedded in them.
Jenna directly pulled the dagger from her neck and tossed it aside, her blood mixed with some golden hue, dripping onto the ground, the horrific wound on her neck immediately stopped bleeding and healed.
The only surviving ratman assassin was bound by a light net, unable to move; he watched all of this with terror in his wide rat eyes.
She had long since become a diamond-tier warrior, her life form undergoing a qualitative change, and what would be a fatal wound to ordinary people couldn’t kill her. Perhaps that was fine, but the ratman assassin couldn’t understand, the carefully concocted poison on the dagger had no effect whatsoever.
He screamed in ratman language: “Monster! Monster!”
With a wave of her hand, a light orb drilled into the ratman assassin’s mouth, just as she had killed Young Master Is. Inside the ratman, the light orb burned, making smoke pour from its seven orifices, setting it ablaze, and with the light net withdrawn, he collapsed to the ground.
Jenna noticed George’s gaze. She turned her head, blood staining her tender neck, soaking her silver robe in front. She smiled at George, who was about to fly over, with glowing words appearing above her head: “It’s okay.”
Jenna still needed George to protect her from behind.
George made a turn in mid-air, heading to retrieve his weapon. The ratmen who had run off with his weapons had already dropped his heavy sword out of fear. George retrieved his sword and page hammer, continuing to guard the flank.
The ratmen, unable to organize another attack in a short time, successfully killed their way to the stone wall, and the luminous orb extinguished.
Before George could give an order, Eve Frostleaf used earth elemental magic to turn the stone wall into mud, causing it to collapse, revealing a large hole. Behind it, a group of astonished ratmen stood, armed with various strange dimensional technology weapons, planning to ambush the rescuers coming through the main gate.
Traps were set up, but they didn’t expect George and his team to go through the wall instead of the door.
George leaped up onto the high platform, slaughtering the ratmen who couldn’t react in the short firefight.
A figure flew into the hole; it was the demoness Jima.
“Eighty!”
She split a ratman attempting to ambush Jenna in two with her axe and spread her wings to slow down, running on the ground for a moment before stopping, meanwhile swinging her “branch axe” to chop down a slave rat, calling out to Jenna: “Jenna! Are you okay? I saw you in mid-air, there’s a long dagger stuck in your neck.”
The saintess Jenna dropped a hand, casting a shield on Jima, glowing words appearing above her head: “I’m fine, almost healed, thank you for your concern.”
In truth, Jima wasn’t very worried about the saintess Jenna; she was already a diamond-tier warrior, merely a dagger stuck in the neck wouldn’t kill her.
But this was a rare opportunity to gain rapport. When someone is injured and helpless, that’s the best time to increase the favorability with a beautiful girl.
Now, what else could she say to enhance that favor?
Jima blurted out: “You can’t talk yet, right? That stinky ratman is really disgusting, don’t worry, I’m here to protect you.”
After saying that, Jima killed another clan rat with a fierce thrust of her spear.
During their conversation, she managed to kill three ratmen. At the same time, the number that the saintess Jenna had eliminated was ten times that.
There was no other way, when all other tricks failed, Jima’s combat ability in direct confrontation could only be described as pathetic, relying solely on her weapon advantage and combat experience to eliminate some straggling ratmen.
Behind the rescuers, a large group of ratmen surged in, and Eve Frostleaf created a wall of fire to block the opening.
But all the doors behind, in front, and to the sides closed simultaneously, and the ratmen fled in all directions, diving into various mouse holes located in corners and ceilings, turning the entire fortress into a maze.
“Jima! Lead the way.”
Jima suddenly remembered her purpose, hurried to come and lead the way.
“Oh.” Jima retracted her blood-soaked wings, running ahead, pointing at a wall: “Break this! Go this way.”
“Frostleaf!”
“Yes.”
The stone wall gradually turned into mud. Before it could completely liquefy, George charged like a bull, shouldering into the wall, smashing a three-meter high hole. The rescuers filed in, while Jima ran alongside George, shouting:
“We need to hurry! I just saw ratman elite troops rushing this way.”
George crushed a ratman’s skull underfoot, asking, “Do you have any potions?”
“I ran out of the hot light orbs.” Jima said while killing ratmen: “I risked my life to throw them on top of the ratman army to slow them down, which cost a lot—go that way!”
Jima pointed at another wall, and George rushed to the front, routinely smashing through the wall. Everyone followed quickly, Felix even broke into song, the marching tune, inspiring everyone to charge forward.
Jima felt her feet getting lighter, keeping to the tune and rhythm, thinking that the song would be better titled “Advance.”
Seizing the rare opportunity, the butcher Traik asked: “Are we going to kill our way to the stone bridge?”
Jima replied: “That’s the only way.”
“Is it still packed with rat scum up there?”
“Yes.”
Jima’s heart sank; she knew killing all the way across the stone bridge would be far harder and more dangerous than breaking out of the ratman encirclement. Not to mention, there was still an elite ratman force behind them.
Even if they broke through to the stone bridge, there was still a fortress there. The ratmen only needed to shut the fortress gate, and the four of them would have to besiege it! Rescuing wasn’t truly human work.
Jima only considered the four of them because she felt everyone besides the four would definitely die, even the butcher Traik wouldn’t escape death.
Hoping against hope, Jima said: “Let’s be quick, the ratmen might not react in time on the stone bridge. Plus, it’s getting late, there may not be many ratmen.”
The butcher Traik chopped off a ratman’s head and, disregarding Felix, who was growing paler, said: “But there’s still a fortress!”
Jima was somewhat irritated: “Then let them die!”
The butcher Traik laughed happily: “Good! Fantastic! Felix, write my butcher’s song!”
Felix ran while playing music; hearing this conversation, his face was as pale as a dead person, but he still managed to compose lyrics on the spot, singing about the brave battles of butcher Traik.
Jima felt it was so easy, she learned it quickly.
Driven by the impulse of the song, Jima killed ratmen while brainstorming and learning the song.
At that moment, George stepped on a mechanism in the floor, and with a snap, a spiked log as thick as a person’s embrace fell, swinging like a pendulum toward them.
“Watch out for the trap—” Jima’s warning was cut off, as Eve Frostleaf shot two arrows that severed the ropes of the log, causing it to crash to the ground.
“Well done.”
Jima had a good sense of direction, capable of handling the situation well.
After they broke through the fourth wall, Jima pointed at the stone bricks beneath their feet: “Below here is the stone bridge!”
“How high is it?”
“About fifteen to twenty meters.”
Without waiting for George’s order, Eve Frostleaf turned the stone brick floor into mud.
Felix asked: “How do we get down?”
What a bunch of dead weight.
Jima ignored him.
While George picked up a ratman’s knife, he said: “Frostleaf will handle it.”
As he spoke, he threw the ratman’s knife, striking a fleeing ratman in the back, piercing through its chest, killing a second ratman.
As usual, without waiting for the mud to finish, George leaped up, exerted force with his legs, broke through the floor, directly stepping out a large hole, and fell down.
Jima approached, looking into the hole, below was the entrance to the stone bridge, clearly a “night” scene, with ratmen densely packed below, comparable to a spring festival train station.
“There are really so many rats.”
