Chapter 259, Premonition

In the dark streets and alleys, there are rustling sounds and furtive figures.

What the officer was worried about finally happened. The ratmen, big and small, in the city, the ubiquitous ratmen, were about to choose a leader, a rat covered in black.

This process took place in the dim slums. Countless ratmen gathered and crowded around him. A flag with intricate patterns was held high by him. It came from an abandoned and dilapidated church. It was a flag of the god of stargazing, but it was held high by this guy.

The flag was covered with blood-red lines drawn stroke by stroke. It was obvious that this guy was not a professional. Not surprising, there were no professionals such as rat priests in Jilang City from beginning to end.

Is this a blasphemy? I don't know, and no one in the rat world would care about it now.

Scarlet patterns were painted on the purple flag, which was raised high. Fanatical shouts rang out one after another. A simple altar was pushed out, and a grand sacrifice was about to begin.

The rats began to move and quickly received a response. A grand sacrifice was what all rats longed for.

The city is about to begin to become completely turbulent, and crises both inside and outside the city are about to break out.

The dark ratmen held high the flag of blasphemy, and a large number of ratmen responded. Admittedly, this was not an elite team. Even the weapons in their hands were so messy, including pots and pans, wooden sticks, kitchen knives, wheels, and even things like dung shovels. It was a mess.

But it is about to gather into a tide and impact everything in this area.

Do not underestimate them. They have truly become the source of chaos in this city. Just let these guys carry out this simple yet grand sacrifice smoothly, and let them pile all the poor guys living in this area on this simple altar.

Until a figure appeared at the end of the street.

Pairs of scarlet eyes appeared in the darkness everywhere.

In the dim streets, only the simple altar of the god was lit. Some relatively fresh corpses were piled on the altar. A black ratman holding a blasphemous flag stood in the light.

The sneaky guys were watching as the figure at the end of the street took steps forward, and the black rat man also started to move.

The dark ratman drew out a knight's greatsword.

Yes, that's right, a knight's broadsword. This heavy sword was not easy for him to operate. He needed to hold it with both hands to use it smoothly, which seemed particularly weird.

There are many smart guys among the rat people, and sometimes some of them will learn some strange things.

Take this guy for example. He hid in a small house and spied on the knights living there practicing sword skills every day. It always feels a bit wrong to describe a ratman learning sword skills, a bit weird, but he did it. He really learned it, and when he graduated, he personally executed his teacher with the greatsword in his hand.

The figure who strode forward tightened his grip on the pitchfork.

This was a rare duel. For the Dark Rat Man, as a newly enthroned leader, he had to use a variety of means to establish his status and prestige. Grand sacrifices were one way, and powerful force was another.

How to show your powerful strength? Defeating a powerful enemy is the best way to show it.

The ratmen gathered here are composed of small groups. Single combat is not a method advocated by the ratmen. It is obvious that the leaders of those small groups are not so convinced by the dark ratmen.

With a sharp hiss, the dark ratman took a step forward. You could see the precise movements of the human knights on this strange creature, but since these moves were performed by a ratman, it was so glaring no matter how you looked at it.

The heavy knight's sword fell heavily, rotating endlessly in each move, and the only thing that could block the knight's sword was a pitchfork.

The material of the pitchfork is good, with a smooth and straight wooden pole with mottled rust, but the fork head made of the material has produced a series of sparks in repeated collisions, but it has not been cut off or deformed. After all, it is made for long-term use.

It was still the same simple moves, even though he was beaten back repeatedly.

The battle lasted for a long time without any result. The Hayfork Knight was incredibly steady. Even though the heavy sword kept falling down and he retreated step by step, he never showed any flaws.

The dark ratman let out a sharp hiss, and his body began to tremble slightly. This situation often occurs in cowardly guys, or it may be due to excessive anger. He jumped high, and the bright and sharp knight's sword fell heavily. The hayfork knight took several steps back from this attack and blocked it, but as a price, the hayfork broke, and the old friend in his hand was cut into two pieces.

The dark ratman raised the knight's sword high in his hand, and intermittent cheers emerged from the surrounding darkness. It was obvious that the battle was about to be decided.

The sneaky guys emerged from the darkness, climbed onto the roofs of the simple huts, and their figures appeared in the sight of the Pitchfork Knight, piled up together, and their shadows were vague.

The Pitchfork Knight took a deep breath and held the broken wooden handle in his hand, feeling a little helpless. He didn't know many things. Poke, stab and press were just three actions. He also didn't know many weapons. He could only operate a pitchfork.

But at this moment, the pitchfork in his hand was cut off.

Still not retreating, the dark figure suddenly didn't seem so urgent, as if he saw that this guy was at a loss, a ferocious smile appeared on his face, and he looked up and down with scarlet eyes, slowly approaching step by step.

Fake and then lunge.

With an awkward but still swift and fierce movement, he got in front of the Hayfork Knight and swung out with the sword in his hand fiercely. Bright red blood oozes out. Like playing with a toy, the dark ratman jumped high and kicked the Hayfork Knight in the chest. The Hayfork Knight sat heavily on the ground.

The dark rat man landed not far away, the mockery on his face so obvious.

The old suit of armor was pierced through, and he struggled to stand up using the half-broken pitchfork in his hand.

The Pitchfork Knight was defeated.

The ratmen surrounding them became even more excited.

Perhaps these days' actions were not in vain. A voice appeared, that of a girl who was still a bit immature.

The girl who was rescued by the Pitchfork Knight was not taken away by the Vatican Knights.

Stand up at this time.

Many people in this area were secretly watching what was happening here. These guys were just like ostriches, curled up in their own simple shacks, not caring about what was happening in the outside world.

Although the situation is indeed like this, whether it is the nobles who fixed their fate, or the gangs, evil wizards, aliens, greedy officials, city guards, these are not what they can fight against. They just need to bow their heads and pray that the impermanence of fate will not befall them. The young girl held a rusty table knife tightly in her hand, but she dared to shout loudly with that sharp voice.

"You bad guys, let go of Brother Knight!"

But it really had no deterrent effect. The Hayfork Knight stood between the Dark Rat Man and the young girl. The young child's body was trembling slightly from the real fear, but the Dark Rat Man seemed to be more interested in the Hayfork Knight.

The knight's sword hit the pitchfork knight's calf heavily, making him fall to his knees again. The young girl's eyes were red, but she was braver than most people in this slum.

He threw the rusty knife in his hand towards the dark rat man.

It didn't hit the target, but it attracted a little attention. He just waved his hand, and some ratmen understood what he meant. They emerged from the darkness and rushed towards the young girl.

Seeing this, the Pitchfork Knight let out a roar, an angry roar, the first in this battle, only to be met with a heavy kick on the calf that had been struck by the knight's heavy sword.

His eyes turned red, but he couldn't get up.

It seemed that the young child was about to die at the hands of the rat man, but he couldn't even get up.

There was a hint of trembling in the roar, a hint of unwillingness.

In the shabby shack, these pathetic guys were still watching. Even though they couldn't bear it, no one stood up. They were so cowardly.

The young child ran trembling, but how could he outrun the rat-man that was chasing him?
Until a purple light appeared in the darkness.

A long sword engraved with complex patterns and shining with light cut through the sky and arrived here, accurately hitting a ratman warrior who was chasing the young child, piercing the ratman through. The other ratmen who were chasing were frightened.

The Vatican Knights broke into this area, and the large number of ratmen gathered here were discovered by a mercenary team hired from a neighboring block. Faced with so many ratmen, they didn't even have the courage to go deeper. They reported the matter to the officer and attracted these Vatican Knights over.

The streets began to roar as the Vatican's knights galloped wildly, and knights wrapped in light came into view. Faced with such a situation, even if the dark ratmen were unwilling to retreat, there was nothing they could do. The ratmen gathered around began to waver.

Particularly angry, but helpless.

At this moment, the pitchfork knight crawling on the ground moved, and the broken half of the pitchfork was suddenly thrown out by the pitchfork knight on the ground, which scratched the face of the dark ratman. It did not kill this strange guy, but left three bloody wounds on his eyes. Such wounds made the dark ratman look even more hideous. In anger, he raised the knight's sword high in his hand, intending to kill the guy under him.

At this time, the Vatican knight also arrived. The ratmen around him were fleeing in all directions. The knight's sword raised high was grasped by an arm wrapped in purple light. It was the leading knight who led the team to attack the ferocious knights.

He arrived first and saved the Pitchfork Knight who was about to die.

The dark rat man decisively let go of the knight's sword in his hand and ran wildly behind him. The large group of Vatican knights was about to arrive. He paused when he was about to enter the darkness, and looked deeply at the two guys behind him with his bloody scarlet eyes, especially pausing for a long time on the pitchfork knight.

Disappearing into the darkness, the ratmen gathered here scattered. The leading Vatican knight threw the greatsword in his hand onto the side of the street and did not rashly chase after them. They were not good at fighting in such a complex environment.

Behind him, other knights of the Vatican arrived on horseback, one of them brought the leading knight's sword, and one of them arrived holding the young child.

The leading knight dismounted from his horse and pulled up the fallen Knight with the Pitchfork.

He pushed aside his mask and thanked the Pitchfork Knight earnestly.

"Thank you, thank you for saving the people here!"

A young face appeared. This powerful leading knight was unexpectedly young. Behind him, one by one the knights of the Holy See pushed away the masks on their helmets, revealing all young faces.

In other words, the Vatican knights are all exceptionally young.

The disheveled Pitchfork Knight took a bulging bag from his waist, took out a blood-stained bread, pushed away his mask, and stuffed it into his mouth. He was seriously injured, but he didn't even have the money to see a doctor.

We can only rely on the local remedies in the village. If we are sick, we just need to eat more.

The red and rough face was full of pain. The leading knight noticed this and a purple light fell, bringing healing to the Vatican Knights.

The flow of blood stopped.

In the distance, a roar sounded from the towering city walls and echoed here. The war began again.

The Vatican knights pulled up their masks.

The leading knight saluted the Pitchfork Knight with his chest.

They still had things to do, so soon they ran away again.

A childish voice sounded.

"Wow! It's Grandpa Knight!"

It was that young girl. The Vatican knights who went to the battlefield still did not take this little girl away. The first words of this little girl stunned the Pitchfork Knight. Both he and the little girl felt a little awkward. Well, the appearance of the Pitchfork Knight under the mask somewhat shattered the little girl's imagination, and the Pitchfork Knight was also a little uncomfortable with being called like that.

Two figures, one big and one small, stared at each other.

However, it also diluted the solemn atmosphere here. Even the crude altar with piles of corpses and sacrifices to some unknown evil god not far away was not so glaring.

The area was saved by the Pitchfork Knight, but the city had to face a more serious situation.

The dark ratman was not killed, although his attack was interrupted by the pitchfork knight, but this could only delay for a while, and soon, a surging tide of rats might descend on the city.

This is not a good situation.

(End of this chapter)