Alien world

Chapter 1626 Chapter 259. Decapitation Plan
The ratman priest stopped five or six miles away, out of reach of the magic artillery, a fairly safe distance.

Even if humans want to attack, they have to cross a tide of elite rats that is several miles long first, and they can retreat at any time.

In the strict hierarchy of the ratmen, only those above the gray-haired rats are valuable, and those below the gray-haired rats can all be consumed, even high-level troops such as the champion rats and the dimensional rats...

What it didn't expect was that behind these human soldiers with strange weapons there was a group of blue dragons!
The moment the blue dragon appeared, the ratman priest mistook it for a trap set by humans.

This is the demon base camp, how come a group of human refugees suddenly appear here? I sent a team to capture the refugees, but then an entire human army appears... It's just like bait!

Wrong prediction leads to wrong decision: it orders the rats to charge at all costs, while letting the champion rat retreat to protect itself.

Ilimayas rushed to the front, and the sky beside her was suddenly torn in half - her parents' childhood playmate, her uncle, the blue dragon Azgros, who was comparable to human epic, surpassed her in an instant, and swung his dragon wings to create a hurricane, tearing a crack in the fel energy cloud.

Then the other three uncles and aunts surpassed her - Ilimayas was the weakest blue dragon present.

The four blue dragons in the front folded their wings and began to dive, but were forced into the air again by the spears thrown by the champion rats.

The inability to cast spells means that they can only fight with their physical bodies, and getting injured in this environment, especially injuries to the wings, means big trouble.

Realizing this, Ilimoas set her sights on the champion rats. She swooped down, grabbed a wild rat, and threw it towards the location of the ratman priest.

The rat flailing its limbs wildly in free fall had just dropped to a height of 20 to 30 meters when it was cut in half by a spear, scattering a shower of blood and internal organs.

"Let me see how many spears you have."

Elimoas continued to catch rats and throw them.

"You annoying rat, go to hell!" An angry roar sounded in the sky.

The blue dragon Azgroth showed unusual anger, his horns tearing through the air, emitting arcs of blue and white electricity.

Dragon language magic cannot be used in the forbidden magic area, including dragon breath, but for a powerful blue dragon warrior, breathing dragon breath has become an instinct. Even without magic power, he can still unleash some of the power of dragon breath.

The lightning was no longer limited to the dragon horns. Each of Azgros's dragon scales leaped with blue arcs of electricity, and then suddenly converged. Then, its abdomen lit up, moving along the chest membrane step by step, and reached the throat.

Azgros raised his head high, lightning flashed between his sharp teeth, he folded his dragon wings and began to dive.

Dragon breath in the form of liquid plasma spurted out of its mouth. The moment the spear thrown by the champion rat made contact, it was vaporized, and the liquid plasma fell around the ratman priest in the blink of an eye like lightning.

A dazzling white light rose from the ground, engulfing all the ratmen within a diameter of tens of meters.

The fel energy defense hastily erected by the ratman priest was instantly shattered, and the wildly branching plasma swept across the battlefield.

After the light column disappeared, a large area of ​​sand that had melted into purple-black crystal veins was revealed. The champion rats that were fully capable of arm wrestling with the Black Watch soldiers were turned into charcoal without any resistance. Only a few lucky ones avoided the winding forks.

The ratman priest somehow managed to insert the spinal staff into his chest and survive the horrific dragon's breath, but he didn't look too good either, as he collapsed in the completely crystallized sand.

If it had not abandoned the rats and evacuated on its own, the densely packed rats would have greatly reduced the power of the dragon's breath... but in the end it was swallowed up by a dozen of them.

"Ilimoyas, have you learned it?"

Azgros's low moan sounded in the sky. Ilimoyas thoughtfully imitated her uncle's dragon breath: using the power of her body to transform, rather than magic.

Soon, her dragon horns began to flash with faint lightning, and slender arcs of electricity appeared on her elegant dragon body.

Ilimoyas slammed down and stepped on a champion rat. As it continued to struggle, the arcs of electricity flashing between the dragon scales converged. Then she took a deep breath and opened her mouth to exhale!

puff--

An electric current as thick as a finger fell on the champion rat, making it numb all over and unable to muster the desire to resist.

Elimoas stomped on the dragon claw in anger, "imprinting" the champion rat in the sand.

"Good. From now on, you just need to practice repeatedly and you will be like me." Uncle Azgros's praise came from above.

For the dragon clan who is using their flesh to transform dragon breath for the first time, success is considered a victory.

Ilimoas did not comment, raised her head, and stared at the frightened ratman priest with her cold dragon eyes.

……

On the ice, the madly surging tide of rats was already fighting with the Blackwatch soldiers.

They lived up to the name of the Imperial Guards. With just over fifty people and Hellfire Warriors, they actually blocked the endless influx of ratmen.

With their equipment and training, Hellfire Warriors can deal with two or three elite rats at the same time, but the rat tide will never give them the opportunity to "fight alone", and the enemies often accumulate in number... and the Blackwatch soldiers who can quickly kill the ratmen are equivalent to taking this opportunity back.

Not long after, they saw a scorching light like the sun rising behind the rat tide, and then the rat group fell into chaos.

Adjutant Lokran looked up and saw the messenger on the reconnaissance airship making a gesture indicating that the rat priest had been dealt with.
He looked at Fermi with a stern expression. The legion commander's decapitation plan actually succeeded. It was worth it for them to hide the blue dragon until the end.

When the ratmen rushed up just now, he read the alternative plan several times in his mind: if the decapitation plan failed, they could only leave the Far North on the small boat behind them.

Without the command of the rat priest, the rat tide suddenly became like a headless fly. Some of them continued to rush towards them, but more of them ran around everywhere and scattered along the long coastline.

The Hellfire and Black Watch soldiers cleared a path to the mudflats, allowing Commander Fermi to reach the place where the Ratman Priest prostrated himself - the headless body of the Ratman Priest collapsed on the edge of a frost-like lightning crystal vein, with a spine staff inserted into his chest, and a frozen black blood bead hanging from his back.

"It's dead?"

The blue dragon replied gruffly, "You only want the head anyway."

Fermi said nothing and asked Adjutant Lokeren to install the head of the ratman priest and the spinal scepter that symbolizes status. It's a pity that the flag was destroyed, otherwise it could have contributed to the future "Jingguan Museum" in Liberty City.

Sporadic gunshots rang out all around, and the smoke of the battlefield merged into the clouds. Fermi raised his head and looked towards the gradually blurry north.

This wave of attack was successfully resolved. Next, they only had to clean up the ratmen running rampant on the coastline, and then hold on against the expected stronger attacks from the ratmen until Kyrian returned with the survivors of Blackwatch.

Or just them coming back on their own.

(End of this chapter)