Chapter 463: The Rat Rebellion!

In the deep, dark forest, all sounds fell into silence.

A giant sword, as tall as a person, had now pierced the chest of "Archer" Rees, pinning him firmly to an ancient oak tree.

Blood flowed down the blade and the texture of the tree trunk, gathering into a pool of blood on the ground.

Just a few minutes ago, this battle had been quite intense.

Rees, shuttling through the jungle, kept shooting arrows attached with the aura of Chaos, trying to use the terrain and distance to exhaust this so-called Rock Sword Saint to death.

However, reality was cruel; even though he had tried his best, he still couldn't defeat the "Thoughts of the Multitude" condensed by the righteous thoughts in the hearts of thousands of people.

He couldn't even leave a wound on the Sword Saint's body...

Rees spat out a large mouthful of blood.

He reached out a trembling hand, grabbed the blade that was as firm as a mountain, and smeared the blood that had begun to turn black onto it.

"Even if I become a ghost... I won't let you go..."

This vicious curse used up all his strength; he stared fixedly at Gante's face, and finally dissipated the light in his pupils in that boundless resentment.

Gante's expression didn't change at all.

He just watched that pair of gradually unfocused pupils calmly, then withdrew his greatsword, sending away yet another soul that had lost itself in evil thoughts.

Evaluating from the perspective of a martial artist, Urgos's God-chosen seemed to be much weaker than Calmandes.

Although this guy broke through to the Purple Crystal-tier in battle, the pressure he brought was far less than that ogre he saw outside the Huang Tong Pass.

As a Diamond-tier "Destruction Flame" God-chosen, that guy at least successfully hurt him in the slaughter.

Perhaps this also had to do with Urgos's "preference" for the rabble.

However, Gante didn't let his guard down because of the victory in one duel, after all, the tragedy that happened in the southern part of the Griffin Cliff territory was still vivid.

Urgos's God-chosen might not be the strongest, but they often could cause earth-shattering disasters.

And once things developed to that point, even a demigod powerhouse would feel troubled...

Establishing order is a long thing.

But destroying it is too easy.

Rees's corpse slid silently to the ground; Gante shook the blood off the sword and carried it behind his back again.

He looked up at the increasingly deep sky in the distance, his brows furrowing.

Something is not quite right.

Several Chaos God-chosen had died at his hands; if it were at the Huang Tong Pass, even the most fanatical ogre tribe would have started to retreat.

However, it was different here; the corrosion of Chaos not only didn't weaken, but became stronger and stronger...

Outside Dusk City.

Thick black clouds covered the entire sky, like a heavy curtain, isolating all light and hope.

In the middle of the slowly rotating black clouds, a bottomless vortex was facing the spire of the Dusk City church, and that deep pitch-black was like the pupil of Chaos.

And under Its overlooking, it was a rolling black-gray ocean. Countless giant rats were wriggling their fat bodies, using their endless devouring to complete the grand sacrifice to please Urgos.

On the city wall, the face of Governor Baron Alaric had no trace of blood, looking at the ocean of flesh and blood outside the city, his lips trembling.

The knight standing beside him swallowed a mouthful of saliva and squeezed a sentence out of his dry throat.

"What... the hell is this."

No one could answer him.

Alaric was also seeing such a blasphemous scene for the first time, as if the end of the world had descended beside him.

"Governor..." A young soldier looked at him and asked with a trembling voice, "What... should we do?"

Alaric didn't look back, still staring fixedly at the ocean wriggling outside the city, and said in a hoarse voice.

"Hold the city wall... until the last moment."

He didn't know if reinforcements would come, nor did he know how long he could hold on.

But he knew he was the governor of this city, the baron conferred by His Majesty, the child of Saint Xisi, and the last barrier for the millions of soldiers and civilians in this city.

The city wall was filled with panic.

Many soldiers had been fighting bloody battles for several days, and their spirits had long since reached their limit.

And after witnessing this terrifying scene, even those with the firmest wills could not help but reveal an undisguisable despair on their faces.

It wasn't just despair on the city wall; it was the same below the city wall.

If nobles wanted to kill someone, they still had to walk through a legal process based on the other party's identity, but those Green Turbans killed purely based on their own free will.

A city with a population of one million would have to die at least 100,000.

In the Dusk City Cathedral, Count Seron Gard, kneeling before the statue of the god, was full of repentance, but more of fear and despair.

"Saint Xisi above... please forgive my sins, I... I treated the saint you sent as a witch; it was my ignorance and arrogance that harmed me."

He not only regretted his greed for pleasure and being content with the status quo, wasting his talent in transcendent power, but also regretted not running further away before the flood came.

Unlike Kalian, who believed he was the incarnation of justice until his death, Seron was more honest when facing death, at least admitting his stupidity and arrogance.

However, even so, it was still hard to evaluate whether a coward or a madman was more noble; it could only be said that the latter was more dangerous to innocent people.

Just when Seron Gard was in fear and could not be at peace, a fierce quarrel was also breaking out in a hotel on the edge of the outer city.

Lyon, a magic apprentice from the Academy, grabbed Skyler's shoulder, looked at this right-hand man of the so-called King, and let out a hoarse roar.

"Look! Look outside! What did I say before? Do you still want to tell me until now that even this cannot prove that the corrosion of Chaos exists on this land!"

At first, he wanted to try to create an "evidence" himself to attract the attention of the King of the Ryan Kingdom, but now it seemed there was no need for that.

The prophecy of the Great Sage had come true again.

People always arrogantly didn't take that adult's wisdom seriously, and the final result was that tragedy repeated itself again and again.

"Enough!"

Unable to hold his face anymore, Palace Steward Skyler finally let out a roar and pushed away the magic apprentice who was grabbing his shoulder.

He stared fixedly at that passionate face, venting all his anger and fear on this disciple of the so-called Great Sage.

"Since he knows everything, why isn't he here! Answer me! Is the Empire raising him just to worship him on the top of the Mage Tower to watch the jokes outside?"

Lyon stared at him with wide eyes, his face slightly pale, wanting to explain but not knowing how to answer.

This question really hit him.

To be honest, he was confused all the way, not only by the King's indifference, but also by why the Great Sage gave this task to him.

Even if he didn't want to manage the affairs here, him going to the King's palace in person would probably be more useful than sending himself here to pass a message.

Why?

"This... is after all your problem," his Adam's apple moved, and he finally squeezed out a hasty excuse, his eyes dodging to the side, "We... have already reminded you."

Skyler was silent for a long time, smiled bitterly and said.

"Okay, I thank you."

He naturally knew in his heart that he had no position to blame others; after all, wasn't he also one of those who comforted himself?

His despair actually wasn't entirely because of the Great Sage, but because of his own King... why did that adult seem like he couldn't see it.

The Ryan Kingdom had its own demigods and the renowned Lionheart Knights; their intervention wouldn't say they would destroy this group of petty thieves in minutes, but at least they wouldn't let this battle be so difficult.

His Majesty seemed to be still waiting.

He could think of many excuses for His Majesty, or say some "realistic" reasons, but now that death was imminent, he really couldn't deceive himself.

He even suspected...

It wouldn't be surprising if that respected His Majesty Theoden Devalu had also been quietly targeted by Chaos...

"..." Lyon was like a deflated ball, no longer aggressive, hanging his head in shame, not daring to look at this old steward.

Arguing about right and wrong now had no meaning.

The only thing they seemed to be able to do was pray, just as they had always been doing.

Perhaps that could make the corrosion spread a little slower.

Or, let the God-chosen arrive earlier...

Just when despair was permeating the city, in the center of the rat sea outside the city, Silas was enjoying the most glorious moment of his life.

His face carried an intoxicated smile, in a posture of opening his arms, embracing the power descending from the sky and constantly pouring into his body.

"Ah, this delicious aura—"

"It's truly intoxicating..."

His mouth let out a sinister laugh, his turbid pupils had already turned green to the extreme black, just like a devil in the abyss.

Kalian and Rees were both dead; of the twelve leaders of the Green Forest Army, only he remained.

Except for that coward Bulunnan who deserted, everyone else died on that pilgrimage road smeared with blood.

If they were normal rebels, they should have scattered like birds and beasts by now, but the Green Forest Army was different; they were servants of Urgos.

Now the preparations for the sacrifice were complete.

Although one was missing, it didn't matter.

Soon he would use the entire Dusk City as a sacrifice to complete the grandest offering he had prepared for the "Claw of Eternal Hunger" Urgos!

At the same time—

That would also be his offering to ascend to godhood!

He would use the blood and bones of the citizens of Dusk City to fill the sacrifice lost because of Bulunnan's betrayal!

Perhaps feeling his piety, "that adult" not only cast an expectant gaze at him but also sent souls from foreign realms to act as his subordinates.

These souls might not come from a world with magic, but without exception, they all came from the most twisted Hive Cities.

They possessed those giant rats twisted by the Chaos ritual, forming an endless "God-chosen" legion!

They gnawed on the flesh and blood of the sacrifice, making a tooth-aching "crunching" sound, gathering into a vast sea of rats sufficient to submerge any steel defense line.

As the price of the expedition, they only had one request—

Not to be full.

But after the "Hive City" was built, to allow their souls to reincarnate here, continuing the grudges and entanglements of their previous lives.

Simply put, you feed me a mouthful of shit, I trick you into drinking a mouthful of urine, swap identities in the next life, and go through another round with super doubling.

Until the Hive City of this world can no longer contain their twistedness, or collapses physically, they will "ascend" to the Hive City of another world to continue new entanglements.

The territory of the "Claw of Eternal Hunger" is vast, and Its will spans endless planes; there is always one that suits Its children.

Facing that vast and boundless God-chosen legion, Dusk City was like a lonely island in the wind and rain, as if it could be submerged by that storm at any time.

However, just at this moment, a beam of dazzling light suddenly lit up in the distant sky, piercing through the vast and boundless darkness.

Governor Alaric, standing on the city wall, saw that beam of light, and a hint of hope suddenly reignited on his desperate face.

It's reinforcements!

Although he didn't know why the reinforcements came from the north, he couldn't care about that anymore, as long as they weren't from the Green Forest Army!

Silas's smile didn't change, casting his gaze toward the distant sky, a hint of joy rising in his sinister pupils.

"Finally here?"

Gante Steingraber.

The Sword Saint of Huang Tong Pass!

He had long heard about this guy from the scouts of the Carrion Clan; Malachi, whom he sent to develop in Gray Stone Town, died at the hands of this guy!

"Let's use your blood to test the divine power bestowed by the great True God Urgos!"

Boundless pressure swept over from the sky!

Silas didn't hesitate, no longer suppressing his aura, and released his strength at the peak of the Grandmaster level without any concealment!

The two auras collided!

In the distance, Gante, standing in the Salvation Army, had his face change slightly, revealing unprecedented solemnity.

Such a powerful aura!

The Chaos God-chosen hidden behind the vast sea of rats had actually reached the peak of the Grandmaster level, only one step away from a demigod!

The other party didn't intend to hide, instead issuing an invitation to a duel, inviting him into his "domain"...

Unlike the dark green abyss in the southern part of Griffin Cliff, this "flesh and blood swamp" permeating outside Dusk City at this moment was clearly an order of magnitude higher in both quality and quantity!

A hint of worry appeared on Kalian's face.

As an ordinary person, although she couldn't feel that huge pressure, she could see from Gante's face that the strength of the opposite side was probably not to be underestimated.

And—

The rat tide in the distance was visible to the naked eye.

Even without looking at the expression on Gante's face, she could intuitively feel the bloody smell and death aura close at hand!

"Is that Silas? Or Kalian?" Bulunnan's face was full of astonishment, his right hand holding the Champion's Axe trembling slightly.

He clearly remembered that those two people were only Platinum-tier, how could they become so strong in just a few months?!

Lei Deng didn't speak, just looked solemnly at Dusk City shrouded in black clouds, hoping they didn't come too late.

The only guys on the entire battlefield who didn't show a difficult look were probably the old "ancestors" from Wheat Field Village.

The soul fires flickering in the skulls were all burning with anticipation; not only was there no sign of fear, but they were even a bit impatient.

The previous few battles were all soy sauce, either the NPC Sword Saint stole the limelight, or the rocket launchers of Beifeng City stole the limelight.

This time it was finally their turn to show their skills and practice the swordsmanship learned from the Sword Saint!

Gourd Baby: "My big knife is already hungry and thirsty!"

Handsome and Sleepless: "SKIP! SKIP!!!"

Lighter: "Ao ao ao! Who dares to bite me!"

Just when the "Holy Spirits" were making crunching clamors, Gante expressionlessly drew the greatsword behind his back and answered Bulunnan's astonished whisper.

"... No matter who that person is, leave him to me."

After saying that, he glanced at Kalian not far away and said in a deep voice again, "As for those rats... leave them to you."

Kalian nodded seriously, then cast her gaze toward Bulunnan.

Seeing the Saintess looking at him, the "Champion Warrior" of the Salvation Army immediately came back to his senses and ordered the dwarf brothers pushing the "Organ Rocket Launcher" to prepare.

With their stored ammunition, it was probably not enough to clear all the "God-chosen rats" outside the city, but at least it could reduce some pressure.

"Fire!!!"

Following Bulunnan's order, the organ rocket launchers arranged in a long snake formation immediately let out a deafening roar.

"Woo—!"

The whistling sound of breaking through the air was like the sound of the Grim Reaper's scythe, and the gorgeous firelight exploded in mid-air, and the fire oil ignited by runes rained down hot fire rain toward the ground!

The rat swarm outside Dusk City let out a scream.

Looking at the burning flames, many God-chosen rats were awakened to the fear deep in their souls, even if the reincarnation of their previous lives had long been forgotten.

They seemed to have experienced it once, but not in this "Hive City" that had not yet been built.

"Gee—!"

Meta let out a desperate scream; having just reincarnated into a foreign world, he hadn't had time to experience a brand-new rat life before being swallowed by the boundless purgatory.

The flames scorched his fur, burning every inch of his rat skin.

He cried out in pain until he didn't even have the strength to scream, and his three-meter-tall body turned completely into charcoal.

An invisible hand grabbed the back of his neck, taking that finally liberated soul from the ground to the black vortex in the sky.

'No—I don't want to go there! Let me go back, I want to go back to where I was!' He struggled desperately to escape, but his soul had long been tied to Urgos.

Without a second's pause, what awaited him next would be another battlefield in another world; perhaps there would be a glimmer of life there for him to catch his breath.

But also, perhaps, it was just another hell.

And it was a real hell.

In any case, this could be considered retribution for selling addictive drugs, although his sins were far more than just selling snake oil.

The slaughter on the battlefield continued; the death of a rat was not worth mentioning... even if it was a God-chosen rat.

At the same time as the rocket launchers roared, the eager "players" launched a charge.

They shouted crunching clamors, waving all kinds of weapons in their hands, and killed toward the vast rat swarm.

However, their speed was still a bit slow.

The greatsword in Gante's hand was always a step faster; before they could touch a single rat hair, he killed into the enemy formation with one sword!

"Blade—"

"Storm!"

The whistling sword blade set off a hurricane on the flat ground, and boundless sword shadows slashed in all directions, covering a circular arc with a radius of 100 meters!

Wherever that hurricane passed, whether it was armor or bones, it was like a radish rolled into a meat grinder, ground into radish paste!

The God-chosen rats were either slashed into blood mist on the spot, or swept into the sky by the sweeping sword energy, and fell heavily into the rat swarm.

Looking at the rat-men falling like rain, the rat-man Gopal seemed to be awakened to the memory of falling to his death, a hint of fear rising on his face.

However, he was a God-chosen rat chosen by Urgos after all; in the end, he still mustered up a rat's courage, ran the Platinum-tier strength bestowed by Urgos to the extreme, and roared as he killed up.

"Gee—!"

He let out a cry.

Then, he was slashed into meat paste with one sword.

The rocket shells in the air were still whistling, pouring fire rain toward the endless sea of rats, swallowing one giant rat after another.

Following the whistling blade storm killing into the middle of the enemy formation, the charging players also finally collided with the God-chosen rat warriors, unfolding a close-quarters slaughter!

The sound of metal clashing resounded across the battlefield, and behind them was the sound of the Salvation Army's musketeers raising their muskets and firing.

Although their military literacy was far inferior to the Campbell people trained by successive Demon Kings, their firepower was not inferior to the latter at all.

The reason was nothing else.

It had nothing to do with faith.

It was purely because the flintlock muskets produced in Beifeng City were all rear-loading designs, plus "smokeless gunpowder paper shell bullets"; although they were also flintlock muskets, they were clearly not things of the same era.

The Demon King didn't even take out all his good things.

If hand-cranked rotary machine guns were issued to this group of Salvation Army, "Saintess Kalian" might be able to lead her believers to push outside the Huang Tong Pass!

Of course, transcendent combat power is not discussed here; that thing is really too difficult to compare horizontally and must be analyzed according to specific situations.

Facing the joint attack of players and the Salvation Army, the God-chosen rats died at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Not bothering with those ugly miscellaneous soldiers, Gante's gaze locked straight onto the figure behind the rat swarm, and the sword blade dancing like the wind killed straight toward him!

Silas's gaze also locked onto Gante, while the fire rain all over the sky was completely ignored by him, not worth mentioning at all.

The distance between the two sides was less than one kilometer!

Watching that figure getting closer and closer, a hint of sharpness flashed in Gante's eyes, and he suddenly restrained the noisy sword blade, his left hand forming a palm and standing before his brows.

Domain—

Open!!!

In an instant, the sky changed color, reflecting the dim yellow of the dimensional desert!

Boundless pressure enveloped this vast battlefield, as if to tear this time and space apart and pull it into another realm.

Centered on his feet, the earth mixed with flesh and blood and mud began to crack and sand—the boundless sea of sand was gradually swallowing this place!

Silas, standing in the mountain of corpses and sea of bones, showed no fear, instead letting out a burst of laughter, as if he had long guessed he would use this move.

"How ridiculous! In the boundless Hive City of my Lord, how many times do you want to move your pile of pathetic sand?"

His smile gradually became frantic, his right hand clenched into a fist, his fingertips piercing his palm.

A stream of thick black blood flowed down from between his fingers, dripping onto the heads of the docilely crawling rats.

"You—"

"Have long been in my domain!" ===== CHAPTER 464 =====