In the battle zone of the elevated building complex, the impact of the wolf rats was blocked by the shield spear formation of the Shikuri clan rats.

However, the battle of casualties constantly increased, allowing the odor of dimensional stone in the air and the rust-smelling combat pheromone to be gradually covered up by blood and odor.

Meanwhile, on the elevated platform on the upper floor of the parliamentary hall, Eski stood on the edge, his scarlet eyed looking down at the chaos below.

The tips of his claws were leaping green light, and the white fluff between the pink fingers opened under the action of electric current, and the dispersed energy emitted the deadly fragrance of the dimensional stone.

This fragrance made the rats of all kinds of clans around them work harder and harder under the stimulation of the dimensional stone equivalent to the strongest psychedelic drug.

While these rats were trying to aim at all enemies who dared to emerge from afar, Esky smelled the scent of the battle pheromone coming from afar. He said to himself,

"I just knew that these wastes couldn't hold on for long! The front was almost impossible to hold on!"

He turned around suddenly, pointing his claws at the weapon group beside him, and ordered,

"Motrin is moved up to support the frontal battlefield, hurry up!"

Several weapon teams moved when they heard the sound, and squeaks came one after another.

They curled up, dragging a tripod and a Ratrin machine gun around them looking for a suitable location for re-setting weapons.

A group leader—the dark yellow-haired Shikuri clan rat, with his paws tightly clan, his tail wrapped around the support pole, and ordered the surrounding group members and the clan rats of the small clan who came to help.

"The order of the great engineering warlock, move-moving-moving! The front is no longer able to withstand it!"

Another team member pushed the ammunition box,

"Hurry up, don't let them collapse!"

The metal parts of Ratrin were fiddled with and kept colliding, making a harsh jingle.

The team leaders quickly discovered the problem - the position here is slightly lower than the upper level of the combat zone, the angle of the rat trilin shooting is limited, and it cannot directly cover the front, so it must be re-established.

The dark yellow-haired clan rat weapon team members gasped and squeaked,

"It's too low...it has to be raised, but this is too heavy!"

The heavy Rat Tryn slowed down, and the team leaders complained, staggering, but it was difficult to drag Rat Tryn without the slave rat pulling it.

Esky's pupils swept across, green light flashed, and the emotions in his mind were turbulent, and he pointed at a thin, slim mouse.

"Go and urge the group of kids below to bring the cannons up quickly! If you don't come, the front line will collapse!"

The messenger asked the mouse to nod, swing its tail, and drilled into the depths of the tunnel, with its footsteps fluctuating and squeaking sounds gradually fading away.

He looked up again at the cannons that had been set up at the height of the sky. The barrel was rough and covered with traces of gunpowder powder. The muzzle seemed to be aimed at the combat zone.

Eski shouted, "Fire the guns and smash those bastards! Don't be too slow!"

The voice was hoarse, with impatience and pressure.

However, the leader of the weapon team responsible for artillery—a sparsely haired brown-haired clan rat, twitched his nose, hurriedly pushed forward, and said squeakingly,

"No, no! Bombing from here will cause the entire building complex to collapse!"

He gestured with his claws and pointed at the scaffolding and the stone wall,

"Those blocks are built with rat skin, hair ropes, bone plates, and stones, and are as fragile as piles of sand! If they are bombarded, they will collapse directly there, and more people will die than them!"

Another team leader responded, his hair was covered with oil.

"And the position of the artillery is still too low. The cannon needs to be rebuilt. The cannon is too heavy. Even if the parts are separated, the slave rat will have to be pulled for a long time. The cannon barrel is too heavy, it will be very slow, very slow! Let's focus on the passage in front of the door."

Another team member nodded,

"Yes, yes, it's right for cannon fodder to explode together, but now these cannon fodders are not good, the front will collapse early and die faster!"

Esky's pupils shrank, and the green light in his eyes surged.

"Baste! Are you saying there is no way to deal with it?"

Then he suppressed the emotional violence caused by the chaotic energy. As an engineer, he actually knew these truths better than his subordinates.

He was about to use magic to transfer artillery and machine guns to the upper level when he smelled the mixed fear pheromones in the air coming from the front line.

The angry Esky shook his tail and hit a passing slave rat, bleeding in the air, and the dimensional stone energy surged in his claws and emitted bursts of green light.

"Fuck, trash!"

Then, Eski flew to the war zone in a green light.

In the elevated building complex in the war zone that he could not see, the subsequent impact of the wolf rats was still blocked by the frontal shield array, but they had begun to learn to jump onto the surrounding roofs and find ways to jump to the flanks to attack.

Although the flanking Shield Spear clan rats have learned to hold their shields and spears above their heads, their threat is increasing.

This is behind the line of a thirteen claw groups in the Evil Clan. The three claw groups are 6,000 clan rats without clan marks, making the line of the Skuri clan rats shaking.

Crete roared and secreted the combat pheromone, allowing his subordinates to fight, but the smell was getting weaker and weaker, and the air began to smell the opponent's combat pheromone.

Screek cursed and stabilized his subordinates, but his subordinates were already cowardly not daring to stab the spear, and they only dared to hide behind the shield.

Wiz tried to continue to inspire his subordinates with his crazy laughter and bloody killing, but this trick had also made the surrounding clan rats aesthetically tired.

Gnitt shrank behind, fear gradually grew, thinking about running away at any time.

At the same time, in the lower parliamentary hall passage, Bairek, the leader of the Storm Rat, was leading a claw group of more than 2,000 people quietly surrounding him.

The steel-armored Storm Rat is tall, even if it curls, it is nearly 1.75 meters tall, and after standing upright, it exceeds 1.95 meters tall.

The black hair exposed between the gaps of the steel armor is as thick as a steel needle. When combined with the steel armor covering the whole body, no one knows that it is not easy to mess with.

The axe blade of the battle axe that was leaning against his shoulder dripped with dark red blood stains that had been stained when fighting with the Mede clan. He deliberately retained this part other than the blade to deter the enemy.

In the quiet march, Bairek's scarlet eye pupils locked at the end of the tunnel in the war zone, and whispered to all his subordinates at a volume like a whisper.

"Go around and tear them apart."

Beside Bairek, hundreds of elite storm rats followed closely. These black-haired rats were wearing heavy armor and were taller than ordinary clan rats. They were more than 1.7 meters tall in their curled fighting posture.

They held steel halberds and made as little noise as possible during the march to avoid the attention of the enemy.

Behind Storm Rat was a group of clan rat claws, with brown, yellowish brown hair mixed with dark brown hair. Although the equipment was not as good as Storm Rat’s elite, the steel spear was still complete and the chest and plastron were still complete. The steel spear was tightly held and the shield was raised. Although the steps were chaotic, they were also quiet.

It's like they were born with stealth training.

For a while, these claw groups would advance upward along the wool rope scaffolding and stone tunnel at the predetermined location. The scaffolding would inevitably squeak due to being trampled by a large number of troops.

The surrounding stone chips fell under the vibration, and the musty smell of rat bones and leather spread. Bairek waved his claws and pointed upwards.

"Be careful, don't let these garbage be discovered!"
Chapter completed!