Chapter 833: 832 This place has an owner without rules! Let's go in

Chapter 833: 832. Unruly things, this place has an owner! Don't you know to knock before entering?
The existence of the Ratmen is relatively new.
Based on the clues uncovered by Murphy and the players regarding the Scholar faction, the real breakthrough in the biological experiments concerning the Ratmen occurred roughly around the time Explorer Kant joined the Scholar faction, which is less than ten years ago.
Aside from the preparation time needed to perfect the genetic blueprint, the rat-man as a whole has only truly existed for less than three years, yet this being, which cannot even be called a "civilization," has already accomplished many "great deeds."
The destruction of the Shadow Elf city of Megerva was orchestrated by them, and the collapse of the Black Flame Mountain Pass is intricately linked to the ratmen. Now, they are completing their third objective as biological weapons, storming into the ruins of the Copper Fortress to slaughter the stubborn Copper Dwarves, thus opening a path for the Black Calamity army to the Genoa Peninsula.
```htmlThis task is not easy.
Although the brass dwarves have lost their god, their city, and their lord, and have also suffered significant losses among their kin during the fall of their fortress, the population base is still there. Even in this desolate ruin, the number of surviving dwarves is certainly no less than one and a half million.```
财富之神履行了承诺。
在黄铜要塞于沧海桑田的地质转换中崩塌时，那些手中持有财富的矮人都勉强留下了一条命，除了真正被压死和摔死的倒霉蛋之外，黄铜矮人作为一个族群并没有因为一座山的塌陷就死光光。
There are currently fewer than 150,000 ratmen attacking the fortress ruins. Even if it were a one-for-one exchange, losing them all wouldn't be enough to wipe out the dwarves here. Moreover, given the pathetic individual quality of the ratmen, they would have to pay an even higher price to take down a single dwarf.
However, war is not just a simple comparison of paper statistics; the morale and organization of the brass dwarfs have already been completely shattered.
Faced with the frenzied skaven pouring out from the ruins, there is very little they can do. Besides the iron-hearted warriors who are still fighting, the plight of the other dwarfs is aptly described by the phrase "mere lambs to the slaughter."
不过在废墟正面的情况稍好一些。
帕英尊主和老爱德华守在这里并且组织了一批矮人在这里坚守抵挡，让鼠人的进攻一直无法突破正面入口。
The battles here also attracted many surviving dwarves to join. In such life-and-death situations, even the most down-and-out individuals can unleash incredible survival power as long as they are led by a sufficiently excellent commander.
What's most amazing is that at this moment, leading this group of down-and-out individuals is the millennium lord of the vampires, the finest commander and top powerhouse on the continent.
As for old Edward, this reckless guy has already gone completely berserk.
The Wolf Poison Duke fought fiercely on a strange land filled with smoke and dust, mercilessly slaughtering every ratman that came near him, displaying no dignity of a strongman. His fighting was extremely efficient, with each move delivering terrifying lethality. He was like an unyielding barrier all on his own.
In the face of the power of the gold-wielders, the ratmen are essentially fragile and shatter to pieces upon impact.
As the Lord mentioned before, if given enough time, Old Edward can single-handedly traverse from one end of the Dark Mountains to the other, crushing every life he encounters without feeling the slightest bit of fatigue.
This is because old Edward has a rather unique golden superpower: Blood Hunt.
As long as the opponent has blood flowing, the Wolf Venom Duke can continuously recover energy during the battle. This recovery is all-encompassing; it not only keeps the body and muscles in a state of intense activity without fatigue, but it can also alleviate mental exhaustion.
Through the constant stimulation of blood, Old Edward is kept in a considerable state of "combat stimulation."
Murphy knew from his previous studies of the Wolf's Kiss swordsmanship that this technique is meant for group attacks, and paired with the unique power of the Wolf Poison Duke, trying to overwhelm him with numbers is nothing but nonsense. The only way to defeat Old Edward is through a direct duel; in a one-on-one situation, the effects of Blood Hunt can be minimized.
However, Old Edward's prowess in close combat is even more exaggerated than that of the Paladin Lord Paingiver. In the past thousand years, the only one who could consistently defeat him, without the use of the Holy Lance of Eternal Silence, is the Blood Archduke Constance, who excels in psychic abilities.
But the dark humor lies in the fact that Edward the Elder's true lifelong enemy is the great lord of the Blood Vulture Clan, Salokdar.
Not because Murphy's old clan leader is stronger than him, but simply because Salokdar's flying ability is overwhelmingly powerful, while Edward the Elder's short wings clearly struggle in aerial combat. In short, with the wrathful Wolftoxin Duke around, the Brass Dwarfs can at least leave behind a little bloodline.
However, as the battle raged on, Old Edward was the first to notice something was wrong.
It seemed like the never-ending onslaught of ratmen was quickly retreating. Edward was sure that this was not due to his overwhelming bravery causing the ratmen’s morale to collapse; he had personally witnessed a ratman, armed with a crude bone weapon, charge right up to him, only to freeze in place as if struck by lightning at a certain moment.
He saw the flickering emotions in that guy's small eyes, lacking depth, with confusion occupying most of his mind.
It seemed like he suddenly didn't know what to do, even though the enemy was right in front of him.
When old Edward raised his pale bone whip at it, the latter let out a sharp scream, just like a mouse encountering a cat, dropping its weapon and turning to run.
This reaction left old Edward dumbfounded.
No
Is it really okay for you to expose your back while fleeing?
Which genius instructor taught you this retreat tactic!
As the Dreaded Wolf Poison Duke who possesses the blood of fear, he can accurately determine that the ratmen are indeed afraid of something, but that source of fear does not come from him.
“They're retreating! Paing.”
Edward didn’t take the life of that terrified individual; he looked around, and the rushing ratmen around him were exhibiting the same behavior, screaming as they fell back. This scene caused the Wulfdou Duke to retract his Fear Sting.
There is no need to fight anymore; the ratmen are fleeing now that they have the advantage of a surprise attack.
He darted past the blood-soaked battlefield filled with corpses and landed next to Lord Paing, saying to the millennia-old lord who was repeatedly charging with the Aurora:
“Some things have happened that I can't understand, but these guys seemed to fall apart in an instant, that reckless state of fearlessness has disappeared.”
"Wait a moment!"
Lord Paimon also noticed the problem.
He shook off the blood from the Holy Spear, maneuvering through the Aurora into the high skies, then looked down at the battlefield situation.
Not only were the ratmen in the front retreating, but the ratmen from other directions were also experiencing varying degrees of chaos.
This is by no means a tactic!
Because the directions in which the ratmen retreated varied, there was no order or coherence, as if they had been shattered into eight pieces. They scurried around like a swarm of bees, seemingly devolving from a once-targeted legion into beasts acting purely on instinct.
```htmlIt's like.
It's like a hunting dog's collar being taken off, turning it into a wild dog running around everywhere.
"Hello? Hello! Master, can you hear me?"
Just as Pa Ying was puzzled, the blood crystal stone in his arms began to vibrate, and a slightly weakened voice of Murphy came from it. The master felt a stir in his heart and took out the blood crystal stone, the blood-colored light points forming the current situation of Murphy in front of him.```
He is being equipped with armor with the help of Count Baishan and Duke Bloodfear.
Beside him stands a group of enormous wolfmen clad in Eden District security uniforms, surrounded by warriors from Trancia.
The Lord recognized a few uniquely styled vampires at a glance, such as the bald vampire brute with crossed arms; this guy, Giant Shark, has a visually shocking look that outright disregards the elegant traditions upheld by vampires, making it the kind of appearance that one can't easily forget after just one glance.
“I shattered the mind crystal of the ratmen. The followers of Twilight can’t control the ratmen anymore unless they create a new crystal.
Based on my understanding of these creatures, their first reaction after losing the common mental constraint will definitely be to flee. Poor things have never tasted the feeling of freedom since their inception; they must be terrified by the emptiness in their hearts.”
```htmlIn short, the ratmen are no longer a problem!
Please disperse as many dwarves as possible before the wolf-man army invades the ruins, wherever they go, it doesn't matter; that place can no longer be held.```
The Gulf of Genoa is destined to be the next battlefield; I'll leave that to you.
“Hmm, I understand. Thank you for everything you’ve done for the brass dwarves, Murphy. I will tell them about your heroic deeds.”
The respected master nodded and breathed a sigh of relief before asking again:
“And you? Where are you going now?”
“I have already received the gift from the elven ranger general, and now I must go support Prince Feloxir, but this has nothing to do with your actions, so there is no need to worry.”
Murphy replied:
“I am contacting you not just to take credit for my accomplishments, but there is another matter—your god-slaying plan must be expedited immediately. Once the werewolves enter the Genoa Peninsula, the awakening of the Huntmaster will be imminent.”
“I have already contacted a group of strong individuals willing to contribute to the cause of peace.”
The Lord said solemnly:
“Once I confirm the defense situation at Shaldu Port, we can set off immediately. Is the Wise Wolf prepared on that end?”
“The vanguard of the Creator is gearing up!”
The voice of the wise wolf came from the huge black power armor beside Murphy, and Hogg responded in a resonant tone:
“We can set off at any time.”
“Very well, then wait for my news. Return the Ranger Legion of the Elves as soon as possible. Lady Felocious is also one of the Godslayers, so please ensure her safety.”
The Lord gave this instruction, then cut off the communication and returned to the ground.
Old Edward looked at him with a curious gaze, and Par said the truth in a curt tone. Upon hearing that Murphy had taken care of the ratman, the eyes of the wolf venom duke immediately narrowed.
He realized that he seemed to have underestimated the Scarlet Witch's pretty boy, and he pondered in his heart how to quickly improve their relationship.
“After things here are over, you need to pay a visit to Murphy.”
The Great Patriarch Pa Ying Zun took off his helmet, shook his long black hair, and said to Old Edward:
“He will help you retrieve those forgotten ancient memories.”
"Yes?"
Old Edward was taken aback, but he maintained his composure and nodded, saying:
“Hmm, I was wondering how you've changed so much all of a sudden; it turns out your memories have returned? Looks like our little Murphy is quite remarkable.”
“So, who will represent the Blood Eagle Clan in this Holy Blood Seal event?”
“You're thinking too far ahead, Edward.”
Payne waved his hand and said:
“Let's deal with this disaster first.”
——
“By Avalon! By the Mother of the Forest!”
In a certain location of the Gorgon Pass, completely reshaped by the explosion of subspace energy, the elven ranger general half-knelt on the mountain rock, continually expressing his astonishment.
Just now, she witnessed the collapse of the brass fortress and the reshaping of the entire mountain pass with the vision granted by the Mother of the Forest. Even for the elves, this scene was astonishing enough to be worthy of being written into myth and legend without any sense of incongruity.
Not to exaggerate, but at the moment when the entire Gorgon Pass was flattened and reshaped by the eruption of the hyperspace power, this general found himself reminiscing about his entire life like a revolving lantern.
She knew that there was absolutely no way she could survive such a reshaping of power.
However, the worst thing ultimately did not happen. The ranger general, guided by the governor of Transia, found this mysterious relic site, which evidently possesses some special power. It protected this hill from being affected during the reshaping of the earth, but it also made this place very conspicuous.
After all, the land after the reconstruction is pitch black, and only this mountain peak maintains its original appearance with a blanket of white snow, which is quite strange no matter how you look at it.
Anyone with a bit of sense should know there's something off here. For example, right now, in Ms. Feirosil's hunting vision, a portion of the wolfman army that is advancing toward the ruins of the bronze fortress is splitting off and charging this way.
Although the mountain path is difficult to traverse and the reshaping of the land makes it even harder to climb, considering the efficiency of the worgens' activities in the mountains, their hiding place will be exposed to the worgens within half a day's time.
"It can't be delayed any longer!"
Ms. Filrosir made up her mind, stood up, and then, with her signature silver war bow on her back, limped toward the crack at the base of the mountain.
Looking at her awkward posture, it's clear that this lady has been injured during her recent hunt and hasn't fully recovered yet.
It's not easy to conduct guerrilla tactics in a mountainous area dominated by worgens; they don't have the stamina and knowledge like the Transylvanians to dig tunnels.
Fortunately, the elves are not fighting alone.
Along with them hiding here are remnants of two human expeditionary forces and the Sun Priest of the Sangha people. Just look at this damn situation; it has even forced the elves and the Sangha, who are natural enemies, to join forces.
Returning to the temporarily restored fissure in the mountains, Madame Firolxil immediately contacted Major General Misoyan from the humans and the Shanhai God's envoy, Umon. The three disheveled and downcast commanders huddled together to discuss, and then sadly realized that under the current circumstances, they had basically no way out.
虽然笼罩戈尔贡山口的亚空间迷雾已经在之前的力量爆发中被完全摧毁，再没有东西能阻拦这支残军突围，但黄铜要塞已经崩塌，通往热那亚半岛的路不能走了，一旦豺狼人全面进攻，他们这点人在这个鬼地方的下场只能是被一口吃掉。
The only way now is.
"We must enter the relics immediately!"
The Umon priest, wearing a massive sun crown, pointed to the black stone staircase spiraling downward behind the crowd. This tall Sanghai person had been pierced through the lung in the previous battle, and he was severely injured, relying solely on the blessing of the sun god to endure. While coughing, he weakly said:
“The three priests under my command have conducted an investigation here over the past few days. I can tell you that this is a previously undiscovered creation site, and it certainly holds the great legacy of the Creator.”
These items are sacred objects that the Sanghai people must protect, but right now, preserving the living strength of us rebels is more important.
We will hide in there for a while to rest, and then look for an opportunity to break through.
"But the governor of Transylvania warned us that this place belongs to them and is very dangerous."
Major General Misoyan sighed with his unshaven beard:
"We sent scouts inside, but none of them could come out. It is really dangerous in there, those walking killing machines. They are much harder to deal with than the wolfmen."
“That is the guardian of the Creator! It is not a killing machine, watch your words, Northman.”
The priest of Wumong was quite weak, but when it came to the greatness of the Creator, he still wanted to retort. After a cough, he said:
“I have something on me that can protect us from those guards, but you must listen to me. Once we enter, absolutely do not touch anything you shouldn't!”
“If you have this thing, why didn’t you take it out earlier?”
Major Misoyan felt a moment of joy; the emotions of the Northerners were so direct. He immediately escorting Minister Umon into the mysterious ruins, accompanied by Ms. Felrose and his guards. Soon, he saw the minister take out a rather exquisite device and shine it on the "flashlight" at the entrance of the ruins.
In the next moment, a commanding electronic voice echoed through the tunnel:
“Lower-level permission request detected! Identified as level three permission under the World Engine Guardian System, authentication in progress.”
“Just wait and see.”
The priest of Wumeng sighed and said:
“Certification by the creator of the land always takes some time, but we, the people of Sanghai, are the children of the creator. In these matters, we are always granted some privileges. You humans must remember to be humble; after all, this is the golden age.”
“Beep! Authentication failed! The Voyager Headquarters defense system has been taken over by higher-level permissions! Entry is denied to others! The defense system has detected unauthorized lifeforms approaching, Level 3 defense activated!”
Under the dumbfounded gaze of the Shaman of Wumeng, the seemingly ordinary metallic door turned its modules, revealing over thirty rapid-fire guns aiming at their group. The dark gun barrels emitted a sound of whirring turbines, and perhaps in the next second, a terrifying attack would vaporize these guys.
“Wait! This isn’t how it is!”
General Misyuyan jolted, instinctively raising his hands in a military salute as he shouted:
“Hey, Sanghai people, what is going on? Aren’t you supposed to be the Creator’s favored children? Is this really how the Creator shows His love for you? Your ‘father’ sure is strict!”
“I don’t know what this is either, oh my, there might be even more inside.”
“Tch, the favorite child of the creator? Really, what a self-aggrandizing statement, fooling others is one thing, but don’t fool yourself, Sang Hai people, please.”
A cold, detached voice interrupted the argument of the Umon priest. Following this, under the gaze of the crowd, the tightly shut mechanical door quietly opened, and a tall figure dressed in the blood vulture clan's psionic robe strode out, leaning on the serpent-shaped long sword at their waist.
Ms. Lina flapped her blood-red wings behind her, looking down at the group of intimidated remnants in front of her. She snorted and said:
“The three of you commanders, come with me! The master has just arrived here, and he is waiting for you.”
"Master?"
The ranger general asked cautiously:
“Who is your master?”
“You are the last person who should be asking that question, elf. Didn’t you send a gift to request my master’s help for you? What? You realize that gift was a bit too light, don’t you? Heh, you should hurry up and think of a way to make up for it on the way, or to put it another way, how much do you think your life is worth?”
ps：
Thank you to the leader of "Whale and Blue Sky" for the extra update, which will be posted next month~ The Spring Festival is over, everyone get ready to return to work~
(End of this chapter)