Alien world

Chapter 1896, Section 529: The Bombing of Old Vale
The behemoth ship atop the Kingdom's army spotted the approaching fleet.

The scout knight descended to lower altitude and reported to Grand Marshal Galkin.

The Kingdom's army on the ground also made a new discovery: the Rat King appeared on the walls of Old Vale, mocking them from afar.

News also came from the air that the gray rats they were watching had retreated into Old Vale.

It turned out that the rat people couldn't hold back when they saw that the human creatures were slow to attack, so they gathered the rat king and all the gray rats around them.

“There’s also an unexpected bonus.”

If Grand Marshal Galkin, who has shrunk to the size of the Rat King, moves to the front line and has all his soldiers build a defensive line, the Ratmen's counterattack will be fierce.

“Erase Old Val Town.”

Grand Marshal Galkin's orders were relayed to the Behemoth and then from the Behemoth to the arriving fleet.

The airship group, which had been raising its altitude to conceal itself, began to lower its altitude.

……

At night, in the central square of Old Val town, bonfires flickered as the gray-haired rats of the Moon-Eating Clan enjoyed a filthy feast.

They certainly have nothing to fear. Fel magic protects the ratmen, rendering human magic ineffective; they can only face the endless, desperate horde of rats.

They wouldn't have bothered accepting the Stunn Rat's proposal if the high priest hadn't ordered them to finish the battle quickly.

"Once we deal with these human creatures, we'll invade the Empire! Sweet blood, golden treasures, and the raucous cries of food await us there!"

"Make the clan great, Middle-earth belongs to McKenne!"

The gray rats' celebration echoed through the town's night sky. Unbeknownst to the rats, a silent tear appeared in the deep night sky on the western horizon. At first, a few faint halos appeared, but they grew closer and closer, turning into bands of light, and then into spots of light, like wandering stars.

In a corner of the city wall, an elite rat spotted an alien star in the sky. It wanted to raise an alarm, but was bumped into by the rat-men jostle it around. Its gaze returned to the ground, and it forgot its discovery, numbly following the "surging" of the rat swarm.

Some of the ratmen began to notice the strangeness in the sky, but they didn't pay much attention to it. They just thought the moving stars were nothing special.
Surrounded by bonfires in the central square, even the gray-haired rats could not see through the net of firelight to catch a glimpse of the approaching, malevolent stars.

The strange howl of the nearly one hundred airships gathered together finally drowned out the noisy squawking of the rats in Old Vale and rang out like muffled thunder in the sky above the clouds. At that moment, some ratmen noticed the strange thunder and looked up.

Having escaped from the Great Wall in the north and hidden in the Gray Mountain Range for several days, he was ordered to gather in Old Val Town. The Gray Rat priests were holding blood wine and celebrating with their tribe.

As the familiar lights clustered closer together, the gray-haired rat priest stumbled to the ground, knocking over the table. A sharp screech escaped its throat, instantly drowning out the clamor of the banquet.

After a brief silence, complaints, noise, shouts, and confusion mingled together. Only a few gray-haired rats looked at the terrified, screaming gray-haired rats, then at the specks of light in the sky, and became uneasy.

"Kavan, what is that thing?!" Blackrock asked sharply.

“Hurry… run away!”

The gray-haired rat priest just crawled backward, staring at the airship floating directly overhead with a terrified look and screaming pitifully.

Its fear infected the cowardly gray-haired rat nobles. They dropped their wine cups, pushed aside their servants, and even trampled each other as they ran outside. Blackrock grabbed the gray-haired rat priest and loudly demanded to know what had happened.

The giant rat king, being served by his servants, also turned to look in this direction.

Then, a cool, sticky, and smelly sensation, like rain, landed on its forehead.

The airship descended upon reaching Old Vale, and the scout knights struggled to lift the oil drums and hurled them toward the most obvious feast. The new airship then roared open its belly hatch, dumping the oil drums out in one go.

Instead of the glittering starlight that cascades down under the bright light, it is a thick, pitch-black rain that reeks of decay.

It drenched the houses occupied by ratmen, splashed across the square teeming with rat heads, knocked down the unfortunate ratmen running around, and seeped into the fur of the crowded rat horde...

The Rat King picked up the oil drum that had fallen in front of it, crushed the outer shell, and black oil stuck to its paws, dripping down in a trickle.

bang——

The oil drum that fell from the sky crashed into the fire, sending sparks flying. A few seconds later, the fire exploded into a fireball, the terrifying blast sending nearby ratmen flying, the expanding flames touching the air thick with oil—

The entire central area of ​​Old Vale was instantly transformed into a raging inferno, the blinding orange-red light turning the town into daylight.

Fear exploded like a plague, and the gray-haired rats, covered in oil or slick with black grease, were the first to be affected. Their clean gray fur became the best tinder, and their ornaments crackled and popped in the flames. One by one, the "gray-haired rat torches" rolled, struggled, and futilely beat out the inextinguishable flames on their bodies in the scorching streets.

The gray-haired rat priest who escaped the Great Wall in the north could not escape the flames of fate and died in agony.

The air was thick with the nauseating smell of burnt meat, which quickly spread outwards along the burning street.

The fleet did not stop. Using the firelight in the town, they spotted the two largest targets, the Rat King and the Rat Queen, and hurled oil barrels around them.

The town of Old Val, shrouded in intense heat, was transformed into a torch. The surging heat caused the reconnaissance airship to tilt and sway. The dropped oil was ignited in mid-air by the intense heat, turning into fire meteors that resembled apocalyptic disasters, tearing through the darkness with long trails of flame before crashing down on the earth.

Their fall indicated that they exploded into swollen, orange-red cargo clouds, devouring swarms of rats.

The Rat King was patting the burning flames, while deep within the town, an indescribable, bloated shadow, as large as a small mountain, writhed painfully in the firelight.

The rat mother's massive body, covered in sparse gray fur, was exposed to the flames. Her skin and oils sizzled under the high temperature, and her pelvic cavity was constantly squeezed in excruciating pain, causing countless unformed rat-human embryos to gush out from beneath her.

Its degenerated limbs were completely unable to support its heavy body, and it could only twist in place. The intense pain caused it to emit a shriek that shook the earth and drove the ratmen mad.

The ratmen rushed towards them, fearlessly climbing onto the mother rat's body to extinguish the flames, not caring even if they got covered in oil and burned into torches.

The blinking mouse blinked itself a hundred meters into the air, like a piece of garbage being thrown back into Old Vale by gravity.

The catapult was set up, but before it could even be loaded with stones, it was overturned by oil drums falling from the sky and exploded in flames. The catapult that survived the explosion was launched, but it only arced through the air before landing on a swarm of rats outside the town, killing dozens of rat-men.

Looking down from the air, all the ratmen around Old Vale were driven mad by the screams of the Rat Mother and poured into the town.

Airships are also gathering above the mother rat, intending to destroy her there.

(End of this chapter)