Chapter 1048 - Brute Hammer’s Fear
Chapter 1048: Brute Hammer’s Fear
It was a pity that these domestic rat soldiers of Brute Hammer’s had been tormented by the powerful medicine that Meng Chao had meticulously concocted, causing them to vomit up and down. Their entire bodies went limp, and they couldn’t even move a single finger.
How could they possibly stop Meng Chao?
It was too late. Before Brute Hammer could swing his long nose again, Meng Chao had already stepped on the heads of the domestic rat soldiers and scurried up the windowsill.
He turned around, grinned at Brute Hammer, and disappeared out of the window.
The mocking smile completely destroyed man Hammer’s rationality.
The furious Blood Hoof Warrior roared and dashed out of the door, knocking half of the door away.
His huge elephant-like body activated his cheetah-like speed. He took three steps and two steps, circling to the window where Meng Chao had escaped.
On the roof not far away, a black shadow flashed. Meng Chao was desperately trying to escape from the Blood Skull Arena.
“Catch him!”
Man Hammer shouted.
But at this moment, the Blood Skull Arena was in chaos.
The serial biogas explosion destroyed a corner of the arena and destroyed half of the arena.
Flames shot out from the cracks between the broken walls, flowing and spreading everywhere like lava.
The billowing black smoke released tentacles that bared their fangs and brandished their claws, disturbing the vision of the clan warriors who had stayed in the arena.
The collapse of the buildings and the crackling sound of the Flames also made the roar of man hammer seem distorted and insignificant.
What was even more terrifying was that countless rat civilians were ready to make a move.
If it was said that the rat civilian servants had a bright future in theory, they might become the master’s personal soldiers and attendants. They might even receive the master’s blood and become the new ‘master’.
Then, for the disabled and old rat laborers, they had little choice. In other words, after being exploited by the Clan Warriors for so many years, they had nothing to lose.
According to the original plan of the expedition.
After the Clan Warriors completed the drill, they would be incorporated into the Blood Hoof Army and become the lowest level of slave soldiers.
They would normally serve the servants and warriors and do the most tiring and dirty work.
During the war, they would be forced to rush at the front of the battle formation by shining sabers and whips that were covered with thorns. They would rush toward the trenches and pits that were filled with sharp wooden stakes. On the opposite side, there would be a dense phalanx of long spears, or tens of thousands of arrows whistling toward them, arrows that were like a rainstorm.
Just as leaf had said, if they were all going to die, why not die on their own journey?
Therefore, as long as there was a glimmer of hope, even if there was no hope at all, as long as they were given a chance, the ratfolk handymen would be willing to take the risk and risk their lives.
The emissary of the Rat God had seen through this.
He had long sent people to secretly contact the ratfolk handymen in the various large arenas.
They had trained a batch of fanatics who were full of firm faith in the Big Horn Rat God.
Even if a few days ago, Casavar bloodhoof deliberately spread the statement that the big horn rat god did not exist and that the so-called messenger was just a spy of the Gold clan, many rat folk servants who did not know the truth had their faith shaken, in times of panic.
These backbone members were still full of confidence in the “Miracle”of the Big Horn Rat God.
Today, the miracle had indeed come.
In the arenas of black horn city, even though these people did not have strong combat ability, they had rich combat experience. They had seen the warriors of the clan wearing totem armors countless times on the side of the arena, they had released an aura that was full of pressure and explosive force. Therefore, the handymen who could withstand the pressure were all overjoyed.
They jumped up without caring about their own safety. According to the plan agreed with the emissary, they broke the dungeon where the ‘wild rats’were imprisoned and called for the wavering rat folk soldiers, they led a large group of rat folk to seize the weapons and supplies in the arena.
Then, they rushed out of the arena and met up at the designated location, preparing to escape from black-corner city.
The ‘wild rats’who were forcibly captured by the conscription team and imprisoned in the black prison for three to five days, or even ten to half a month, still harbored deep-rooted hatred and had yet to be tamed, needless to say.., naturally, they were the most fervent worshippers of the big horn rat god.
As long as they were given a bone blade or spear with a sharp tip, they would dare to launch an attack that would perish together with the warriors of the clan who had destroyed their homes and slaughtered their family members.
For a time, ear-piercing bone whistles were heard from all directions of the Blood Skull Arena.
Under the guidance of the bone whistles, a large number of rats gathered into a tide that was even more powerful than the shock wave.
They broke through one dungeon after another and rushed into the weapons warehouse that was affected by the explosion. Cracks appeared on the door, and they were fully armed.
They let out hysterical shouts and rushed to the warehouse that stored the mandala fruits, snatching back the food that was originally taken from their homes.
Some clan warriors also sensed the rat people’s commotion.
They immediately carried out the most severe suppression.
However, there were too few clan warriors guarding the Bloody Skull Arena.
Other than brute hammer, the clan warriors who had a certain fighting strength had long been taken out of the city by Casava, trying to take the lead in the actual combat practice.
Most of the warriors who remained in the arena were disabled warriors who had lost their arms and legs, or old warriors with white hair who had not been on the arena for a long time.
These warriors had just been shaken by the series of explosions.
There were also some who were smashed by burning rocks and burned badly.
Looking at black-corner city, which was beyond recognition, they were in a great shock. They did not understand what had happened at all.
Naturally, they could not respond quickly and effectively.
Even if they pounced on the chaotic rat people aggressively.
However, the rat people did not communicate directly with the samurai. They would often scream a few times before dispersing in a hubbub.
It was true that the samurai could kill a few rat people with their swords.
However, it was impossible to find and eliminate all the rat people in the constantly burning and collapsing arena.
If they wanted to quell the chaos in the blood-skull arena, they could only rely on the large number of rat people soldiers.
The problem was that no one could tell which rat people believed in the big horn rat god and participated in the riot.
And which rat civil servants remained unmoved after witnessing such a “Miracle”and devoted themselves to the bloody hoof clan.
Perhaps, even the rat civil servants themselves could not tell.
Therefore, such things could not be avoided.
A group of rat folk soldiers, who were loyal to their master, rushed out after the explosion, fully armed, in an attempt to maintain order.
However, they were killed out of the corner, and their faces were covered in dust from the explosion. The Clan Warriors, who were in a frenzy, treated them as “Traitors”and killed them indiscriminately.
Most of the “Rat folk”were killed, and a small number of the “Rat folk”who escaped did not dare to show their faces in front of the master warriors who were red-eyed from killing.
When they encountered a group of rat militia soldiers who were organized by the backbone elements and were trying to rush out, they were often confused and surrounded by them.
Since the situation was so chaotic, naturally, no one could hear man Hammer’s furious roar.
Even if they could ‘hear’it, no one could ‘listen’to it.
That was because in the middle of the flames and the smoke, no one noticed Meng Chao except for Man Hammer.
Fortunately, Meng Chao seemed to have used up all his strength when he escaped from the training camp.
At this moment, he was limping on the eaves, but he didn’t escape man Hammer’s sight.
“Humph, you’ve been vomiting and diarrhea all night. Let’s see how much strength you have left to escape from my hands!”
Man Hammer’s two tusks shook. “When I catch you, I’ll stomp on you and Crush Your Dirty Bones Inch by Inch!”
He was too heavy to jump onto the crumbling roof.
However, he was surrounded by falling rocks. With a gentle curl of his long, retractable nose and a flick, his power was comparable to that of a stone bullet thrown by a large catapult.
Boom!
Boom Boom!
The rocks kept falling behind Meng Chao, shattering the place where he had just landed and collapsing.
Meng Chao let out a strange cry and jumped up and down among the broken walls, looking extremely pathetic.
This posture of being able to hit the bull’s-eye just by a hair’s breadth attracted man Hammer’s relentless pursuit.
He gradually dived into the depths of the ruins where the smoke was the thickest and he could not see his own fingers. There were no warriors from other clans around to help him, so he did not care at all.
Bang!
Boom!
When the black-haired, black-eyed rat’s speed became slower and slower, and it even ran into the blind spot of the ruins in a panic.
Man Hammer finally seized the opportunity and rolled up two pieces of gravel at the same time, shooting them at his back and feet.
Meng Chao was finally hit by the gravel.
He screamed and spat out a mouthful of exaggerated blood.
The crumbling ruins under his feet collapsed further. His entire body sank down and was swallowed by the smoke and dust that spewed out.
Man Hammer laughed sinisterly and strode forward. He crawled into the smoke and dust, trying to drag Meng Chao’s mangled body out and bring it back to the training camp. He would use the cruelest punishment to intimidate the pariahs who were ready to make a move.
However, he didn’t expect that the moment he crawled into the smoke and his eyes were covered, a faint chill would come from his throat.
Man Hammer’s pupils suddenly contracted.
His long nose that could expand and contract freely was frozen into a popsicle.
He even had the illusion that his head had been moved.
He let out a sharp scream.
His legs that were as thick as pillars stomped on the ruins, blowing up the broken walls under his feet and forcefully sinking half an arm’s height.
With a swoosh, a bone-piercing chill came from the top of his head.
Then, a wet liquid blurred his eyes and flowed to the corner of his mouth. It was a salty taste.
It was his blood.
A sharp blade as thin as a cicada’s wing silently brushed past his head and cut off a large piece of his scalp close to his skull.
And if he had not reacted in time, this blade would have cut off his throat.
Only at this moment, a piercing pain came from the top of his head.
Like an ice pick, it fiercely pierced through the gap between his skull, all the way to his tailbone.
Facing the smoke and dust that could not be seen with one’s fingers, the darkness deep in the smoke and dust, and the attacker in the darkness.
One of the four trump cards of the Blood Skull Arena, the holder of the totem armor “Million steam hammer”, who had once defeated countless powerful enemies in the arena and torn apart countless totem beasts, the deepest part of his brain.., uncontrollable fear surged out.