Extraordinary Puppeteer

Chapter 133 Namo Gatling Bodhisattva

Realizing that there might be some bargains to pick up, Snicker immediately rushed out of the elevator platform and headed towards the noisy area.

The streets here are still a mess, there are not many generally intact buildings, and there are still a large number of ratmen soldiers and some rat-shaped beasts engaged in the most brutal street fighting in the block.

Compared with the area patrolled by death master Snicker, this place is much more lively, and there are many types of troops. There are no longer only ratmen soldiers holding steam rifles.

When Snicker cautiously followed a broken wall to an intersection, he saw a temporary fortification consisting of barbed wire, sandbags, and trenches in the distance of the street, and the battle flag with the emblem of the Skryre clan fluttering in the wind.

Bullets roared out from the fortifications and shot towards the street on the other side of the intersection.

Before Karin observed the specific situation here, he heard the roar of a group of wild beasts.

Rumbling--

From several cracks in the ground, rats that looked like wild wolves with a height of half a person poured out continuously. Groups of wolves formed a swarm of rats and charged wildly, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

From the cruel and violent eyes of these rats, it can be seen that they are obviously not intelligent rat people, or a group of domesticated beasts.

Gray fur, thick and sharp claws and fangs, like a pack of wolves rushing towards their prey.

They are not only extremely fast, but also extremely sensitive. When sprinting at high speed, they can swish over obstacles two or three meters high. Sometimes, in order to avoid bullets, they will run against the wall and rush into the interior of the wrecked buildings on the street.

The rat beasts let out terrifying roars and rushed towards the fortification ahead, vowing to tear all the enemies into countless pieces.

"Wolfrat of Clan Mordel!"

Karim immediately recognized what the beasts were.

Some information about the Skryre clan and the Mordel clan is also recorded in the "Black Codex" and the memory book of the death master Snicket.

The group of wild beasts in front of them are the most basic cannon fodder—wolf rats bred by the animal trappers of the Model clan using wild mice.

Almost all the more advanced rat beasts are obtained by continuing blood transformation on the basis of wolf rats.

'A wolf rat is neither a rat nor a wolf, but a monstrous fusion of the two.

They will plunge into the hail of bullets without fear, quickly leap into the enemy's rear line, and feast on the feast of flesh and blood in front of them.

It is worth mentioning that not only the sharp claws and fangs, but many of their organs are full of poison. It is better for the prey bitten by them to pray that they can be killed in one bite, rather than let the poisonous saliva kill them. My internal organs slowly and painfully dissolve. '

After Karin recalled the record of the wolf mouse in "The Handbook of Black Clothes", he manipulated Snicker to hide in a safe place to watch the battle.

One after another, the wolves were hit and fell down by the bullets emitting a miserable green light, but immediately more wolves stepped forward, trampled the corpses of their companions into a pulp, and continued to charge.

In just a few dozen seconds, the rat wave was less than 30 meters away from the temporary fortifications. If there was no movement on the other side, it would be overwhelmed by an astonishing number of wolves within a minute at most.

Snicker focused on the development of the battle situation, and at the same time was looking for his own prey.

There must have been a trapper or trappers from Clan Mordel behind the pack of wolves, and possibly warlocks from Clan Skryre in the fortifications, both of which were his prey.

Opportunities are rare, no matter how strong these Ratmen's Rat Beasts or Life Weapons are, their own level is suppressed at the apprentice level and their bodies are extremely fragile.

If he could kill a warlock engineer and a trapper, then Karin would gather the secret biography of all the apprentices of the three major clans.

Especially the secret biography and memory books of the Skrye family, there may be records of the [Throne Difference Machine] and the production method of the [Steam Core], so that he can really have a better understanding of this extraordinary computer.

At this moment, Karin's eyes suddenly lit up, and he noticed that there was movement in the temporary fortifications of the Skryre clan.

I saw a few groups of novice rat men, who were different from ordinary soldiers, pointing their rotating barrels at the charging wolf rats.

Subconsciously, a poem by Mr. Lu Xun came to Kalin's mind.

"Namo Gatling Bodhisattva, with one breath of [-] revolutions, Vajra Polo depleted uranium bomb, saves the world with great mercy."

They were carrying ammunition boxes taller than their own height, pulling a long chain of ammunition, and behind them another skaven of Clan Skryre was cranking the crank of the ammunition box.

hum-

The fast-rotating gun barrel began to spit out flames that exploded wildly.

Da da da da da da da da --

Bullets rushed towards the rat tide one after another, and the dense bullet screen also brought out a path of miserable green swaying in the wind.

Under the powerful storm of firepower, the ruins on the street were blasted into pieces, and one wolf mouse after another was beaten to a pulp before they could even make a final scream.

For a while, a large area of ​​wolves crowded on the street was emptied, and the rat tide was forced back by 40 meters, but this was not the end.

boom--

After another loud noise, shells shot up from behind the fortifications one after another.

The cannonball also exuded a miserable green light. After firing, it drew a beautiful parabola and dragged its tail flame towards the wolves, like a series of miserable green meteors passing through the air and falling to the ground.

'Poison wind mortar! '

Karim immediately recalled the records in the "Black Codex", a portable light artillery developed by the Skryre clan.

One rat man carried the gun barrel on his back, and the other rat man put ammunition into the gun barrel and fired. Although the range was not as good as that of field guns, it was still more than three kilometers.

Compared with the power of field guns, it is also insufficient, but the biggest advantage of this light artillery is that it can be carried by one person.

A contact-level Ratman can run fast with his back on his back, even shooting while maneuvering is no problem.

As long as the number is enough to completely cover an area, the accuracy problem is not a problem.

After seeing the artillery fire, Snicket slipped away without thinking.

It's not that they are afraid of being accidentally injured by intensive bombing. The key is that all the weapons of the Skaven, whether they are cold weapons or hot weapons, are poisonous, which is poisonous in the literal sense.

Boom-boom-boom-boom-

With the deafening explosion, the intersection area was almost covered by green flames.

Coupled with the continuous output of the multi-barreled rotary machine gun, the green smoke gradually began to spread rapidly on the street, enveloping many wolves in it.

Snicker retreated quickly while observing the wolf rats on the battlefield.

I saw that these apprentice-level wolves engulfed in the green mist had no room to struggle, their bodies were corroded and melted into puddles of liquid at a speed visible to the naked eye, and there was not a single bit of bone residue left.

And at this moment, he discovered that the soldiers of the Skryli clan also quickly evacuated the temporary fortifications, as if they were hiding from something.

Sure enough, there was also a roar of artillery fire from the Model Clan's position.

boom--

In an instant, the deadly green flames submerged the temporary fortifications, and some ratmen who moved a step slower were also blown to pieces by the shells, and then their bodies were dissolved in the poisonous mist.

Carlin looked at the quiet intersection street with lingering fear. At this moment, only the poisonous fog was left. If Snicker ran slower, he would probably fall into the poisonous fog.

(End of this chapter)