Fairy Tail: I don't want to be the president

Chapter 277 F2A (asking for monthly ticket!)
Rhodes happily used the magic of changing clothes to take out some cooking utensils and a box of ingredients.

I wanted to use word magic to create water and fire, but Mira stopped me: "Don't waste your magic power. I'll just go get a bucket of water and come back."

Ordinary dress-up magic doesn't consume much energy, so it's fine to use it once, but text magic is not necessary.

Fetching water was not considered physical work for Mira.

Normally she would be weak occasionally, but at times like this she just wanted to handle everything by herself.

Rhodes wanted to help several times, but Mira drove him away, telling him to prepare for the task well and wait for the delicious food.

But Rhode felt miserable, watching the nest of worms giving birth to worms at the entrance of the village, watching the worms line up, watching the rats making a commotion outside...

Which of these is better than cooking with Mira?
But since it was Mira's idea, he had no choice but to use the river crab's vision to look around the village. After making sure there was no problem, he sat down cross-legged.

He planned to concentrate on recovering his magic power so that he could last as long as possible.

There was a blue glyph golem standing in front, and the sound of Mira chopping vegetables could be heard behind, creating a very reassuring environment.

Mira processed the ingredients in an orderly manner, occasionally glancing at Rhodes' back as he sat cross-legged.

What's with this visual illusion that the husband is working overtime while the wife is preparing dinner?

Mira blushed a little. Will her life always be like this?
More than two hours passed in a flash, and the blue-purple void worms had already formed layer upon layer around the village outside the fence.

The densely packed insects jumping restlessly in place are definitely a boon for people with trypophobia.

The village chief arranged for people to look out in different directions, and each of them could see dense swarms of insects:

"What an amazing amount!"

"If it's this amount, it can work!"

"It's saved, the village is saved!"

The mice outside seemed a little confused about the situation.

At first, they looked at the strange creatures jumping out one by one and thought they were just spare food.

After all, they even dare to attack larger livestock, let alone these tiny creatures that are not much bigger than them?

As the number of worms increased, the mice became a little restless. There were too many of them and too much food.

If they had not been afraid of the circle of fire, they would have rushed up impatiently.

Even so, they still advanced a short distance, and the bodies of many rats were directly exposed to the flames.

It was just that there seemed to be special fuel added to the fire, and the smell after burning made the mice instinctively not want to get close.

It was like this in the past, but today the rations in sight made my appetite slightly prevail.

But after a while, the mice retreated again.

This time it was because there were too many of them, too many of those strange creatures, and they felt like they were going to become food.

Although it was less than two and a half hours, some villagers had already rushed over to tell Rhodes that the rats seemed to be escaping.

"Time waits for no one. Let's fight!"

Rhodes temporarily broke away from the protection of his personal bodyguards and gave the order to attack the Void Nesters.

Three nest insects raised their heads and screamed, and the swarm of insects outside the fence immediately jumped out like bouncy balls.

The innermost layer couldn't squeeze out immediately, so it got excited and bit the fence.

I took a bite of almost every one of them.

The originally simple fence fell to the ground in pieces, which frightened Rhodes into breaking out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately they did not cause more damage.

Rhode had already seen that the IQ of these worms was much lower than that of normal wild monsters, and they were afraid that they would not be able to execute too complicated tactics.

Rhode could give some complex commands to ordinary wild monsters, including three or five instructions on what to do if they encountered something. But these worms probably only had one at most, and more often they had to rely on three nest worms for command, and even then it was still a mess.

This is okay. When I was playing the game and trying to mass produce F2A, the team also rushed forward in a mess like this.

Anyway, as long as there are enough of them, we can charge forward!

The mice were caught off guard by this sudden full-scale charge.

However, since they had nowhere to find food, they would immediately fight back if attacked.

As soon as the front row of mice came into contact with the front row of worms, a fierce battle ensued.

The worms are simple-minded and their target of attack is the mouse closest to them. Their two rows of thin sharp teeth do not pick and choose positions and will bite whatever they catch.

Smaller mice may have five worms bitten on their limbs and tails, while larger mice may even have their noses and ears bitten, with two worms hanging on their backs.

Of course, in some places, a worm is besieged by several mice, and the mice pull the worms' highly elastic bodies into a single piece like a rubber band.

The area around the village had completely turned into a battlefield, with rats everywhere besieging worms and rats everywhere being besieged by worms.

The chaos of the scene was probably equivalent to a fight between two nests of ants. For a moment it was difficult to tell which side had the upper hand.

The village chief, Mr. Jasper, has mobilized all the villagers to disperse around the village 'at Rod's suggestion'.

The weak ones, such as the elderly and children, were responsible for holding torches and lanterns, while the strong ones, such as young men and women, were on high alert with weapons, guarding against any angry rats that might break away from the defense line and rush into the village.

In fact, Rhodes originally meant for him to tell the villagers to be vigilant and not to be hurt by any undetectable rats that sneak into the village.

But the villagers obviously regarded this as a decisive battle to determine the life and death of the village.

Rhode had no choice but to call out the Razorbeak, Shadow Wolf and others to keep watch and to catch any rats that slipped through the net.

If even one person is bitten by a rat tonight, it will be the result of his carelessness.

Mira silently supported Rhodes and pouted at him in dissatisfaction: "You are trying to be brave again."

Rhode smiled and said, "This is a little shorter than expected. The magic power saved is almost enough to do these."

Mira was unhappy. Her free hand turned into a devil's claw. Black magic balls as big as fists appeared in her hand and she threw them into the rat group one by one.

The explosions sounded loudly, as if someone was throwing grenades like whips.

Rhodes felt sorry for the road outside the village for a second, and asked the golem to give Mira a Crown of Insight as well.

My girlfriend is just venting her anger because she is unhappy. What she is blowing up are the rats and the ground, not people.

Let her blow it up. At worst, she can help the villagers build the road tomorrow.

However, the villagers did not seem to care about such a small matter as the road being damaged. Instead, they wanted to cheer for her - the scene of everyone being killed was so satisfying!

Rhode patted the golem and said, "You can help as well. Bring the floating cannon."

The golem thumped forward, just needing to avoid the worms and lift its feet to land. Two small golems emerged from the ground and flew over the rats, shooting blue lasers one after another.

The battlefield was filled with screams and the village was filled with cheers.

The rat carcasses were increasing rapidly, and the worm population was decreasing rapidly.

But the mice were really dead, and worms were still being born at a rate of 60 per minute.

In addition, mice feel pain and fear when they are injured, and retreat when they sense danger;
However, the worms' brains do not support these ideas. As long as they are alive, they only know to continue biting the nearest enemy.

This fearless fighting style made the villagers feel sorry for these "cute" little bugs.

As one group gained strength while the other lost, the mice, which originally had the advantage in numbers, fell into a serious disadvantage.

(The last chapter of October, please vote for me, it will expire if you don’t vote)

October is over. Although my work and rest schedule has been a bit messed up recently and I have failed to update more chapters, I have managed to stick to an average of three chapters a day (you can count them if you don’t believe me). So, that, that is, that kind of monthly ticket... do you have any extra ones?

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