Warhammer, I'm a nanny, not your father!

Ruth glanced at Wop and ruled out the possibility. Not everyone would risk their lives for Wop, and they weren't raised by Wop.

But besides Wop, there was nothing else of interest in the fleet.

Unless the night raiders' target is food itself, then all of them are prey to these night raiders.

But these night raiders have lived underground for thousands of years. They must have their own unique food source, and this source must be sustainable, otherwise they would not be able to survive so long.

In the previous two waves of attacks, the Night Raiders had left behind hundreds of corpses. This time, the number was even greater, at least several thousand Night Raiders.

The Rus tribe is already one of the most powerful tribes on Fenris, but even the entire Rus tribe has a population of only 30,000.

Even if Russ saw only a few thousand night raiders, their population was already enormous. If these night raiders were only a part of them, their scale would be unimaginable!

To be able to support a population of this size, the underground world where they live must not be short of food.

Rus used a battle axe to chop off the head of a night raider that had climbed onto the dragon boat. Black blood and brain matter splattered on the dragon boat's skeleton, and he suddenly thought of an answer.

"If it's not for food, then it's just killing for killing's sake."

Russ grabbed a Night Raider's neck with one hand, trying to read any emotion from its ferocious expression.

The Night Raider let out a sticky roar and tried to tear Rus's arm with his deformed claws. Rus used the axe blade to accurately chop into the mutant's elbow, and the axe blade splattered with black blood and swirled around to cut off the kneecap, splitting it into a human pig bit by bit.

There was a hint of pain in the Night Raider's roar, and its pale eyes were expressionless, but Rus saw a hint of fear on its face.

Ruth smiled.

These night raiders are indeed intelligent and not just beasts.

Every member of the Rus tribe was a warrior, man, woman, and child, and they fought these night raiders, using every weapon they could find.

The wolves used their agility to shuttle between different dragon boats, helping the Rus warriors deal with the night attackers who climbed onto the dragon boats, smashing their heads with their sharp claws or biting their bodies in two with their wolf kisses.

Although the Night Raiders were the attacking party, the advantage was clearly on the Russ side, but they never gave up.

The war lasted until dawn, when the first rays of morning light pierced the clouds and the sky turned pale.

Those night raiders that were directly exposed to the sunlight let out heart-wrenching screams, and the rest of the night raiders immediately retreated like a tide, their twisted limbs fleeing into the depths of the island with an eerie agility.

But when they all fled to the shallows, the faint blue psychic light flooded over the shallows like a tide, and all the night raiders were instantly frozen in place.

The moment Wop clenched his five fingers, a torrent of psychic energy rushed in from all directions, crushing these deformed creatures one by one with crisp explosions.

"Snapped!"

The phantom blue spiritual energy receded like the tide, leaving only a mess of scarlet on the shallows.

Thousands of night raiders exploded under the pressure of psychic energy, and the sticky black blood and rotten flesh fragments turned the originally clear sea water into a turbid pool of blood.

"Wop!"

"Wop!"

The Rus people on the dragon boats burst into thunderous cheers. The warriors raised their blood-stained bone spears and battle axes. The undried blood on the spear tips and axe blades shone like rust in the sunlight.

They were proud to have such a powerful guardian as Wop, and were grateful that he preserved the honor of letting his people die in battle.

Although many died in the battle against the Night Raiders, death had long been a daily part of the Fenrisian life.

To die in battle is not a disgrace but an honor.

If Wop deprives them of the opportunity to fight, these Fenris warriors will not be grateful, but will turn their desire for battle into resentment towards the guardian, because only the weak need meticulous protection!

"We must find the lair of these monsters as soon as possible," Russ said, "or at least find out how many of them there are."

Tengjier nodded reluctantly. Although he won the war, Tengjier felt heavy-hearted and his eyes looked further away than those of other tribesmen.

Thousands of monsters launched a night attack tonight alone. Who knows how many are still hiding underground?

Although he was the one who initially proposed to clean up these mutants, he is now beginning to waver.

Their purpose of going to the island was to survive, but if too many of their tribesmen were killed or injured, then capturing the island would become meaningless.

……

The wolves remembered the scent of the night raiders and followed it to the cave where they came to the surface.

Rus stood at the entrance of the cave and looked into the darkness. He only saw a long trail leading to the bottom of the mountain, like the intestines leading to the belly of some giant beast.

Tengger sent three hundred warriors to guard the entrance of the cave, and he personally led twenty warriors into the cave.

This narrow underground cave would limit the wolves' fighting ability, so Wop also let the wolves stay outside, with only Sylvia following them, using her sense of smell to track the lairs of the night raiders.

The structure of the underground cave is very complex, winding downwards in a crooked manner.

Without Sylvia to point them in the right direction, everyone would be lost.

The original caves were naturally formed, but as time went on, the traces of human excavation became increasingly evident, and the passages changed from uneven stone walls to a combination of plastic steel and stone walls. Although these passages have begun to decay over the millennia, they still vaguely reflect their former glory.

"Why did the ancients abandon the underground?" asked Rus.

Tengger also pricked up his ears. He was very curious about the ancient history, but he had no intention of letting his people live underground, because only cowards would choose to escape. The brave Fenrisians should play the annual summer battle royale and winter famine on the surface of Fenris.

Wop: "It's said that the underground has been corroded, or perhaps some forbidden weapon has been used. In any case, the result is that anyone living here will become a Night Raider. The ancestors of the current Fenrisians must have known the reason, otherwise they wouldn't have escaped from underground."

Tengjier thought for a moment and shook his head: "The Rus tribe doesn't have such ancient legends."

"Perhaps they forgot on their own accord," Russ said. "If the underground has been eroded, those who escaped must have feared that simply knowing that knowledge would lead to corruption."

"What corruption?" asked Tengger.

Wop: "It's better if you don't know."

Although Wop would not hide the matter of the Warp from the Primarch, because knowing this would help them better fight the Warp, he did not intend to make it known to everyone, and it was better for ordinary people not to know.

"Tick!"

The vague sound of water made everyone in the exploration team hold their breath, and Sylvia also stopped suddenly, which meant that there were enemies ahead.

Russ sank into the darkness and headed alone towards the cave where the sound of water came from. He and his family of three were the only ones in the exploration team who could see clearly in the dark, and he didn't want to put his parents at risk.

Soon the exploration team heard the sound of a battle axe splitting flesh.

When the exploration team also entered the cave, they saw Rus standing among the corpses of several night raiders.

Before them, a deep underground lake gaped open like the maw of a giant beast. A yellow-green fluorescent light, like a trapped nebula, shone eerily on the dark, oily surface.

The stalactites hanging from the cave ceiling are like inverted fangs. The condensed water droplets on them keep dripping, causing ripples on the fluorescent lake surface, like the saliva of some ancient creature.

Rus asked the warrior next to him for a bone spear and fished out a dark mass from the pool.

"What is this?" asked Wop.

Ruth: "A piece of beast's fur."

Tengjier gripped his battle axe tightly and said in a deep voice, "Since they are drawing water here, it means we should be close to our destination."

Ruth suddenly asked, "If the island had always been underground, how did they prevent the seawater from entering the cave?"

Wop: "There should be a door at the entrance to the dungeon. When the island sank to the bottom of the sea, the door was closed and the sea could not enter."

"Who controls the door?" Ruth asked.

Wop was stunned for a moment, then realized what Ruth was referring to.

When these monsters lived on the seabed, the door must have been closed, and when the island rose from the ground to the surface, the door must have been opened.

Such a precise switch is definitely not a coincidence. Is there someone else in this underground city?

Wop thought of Medea, "Maybe not human."

The underground was full of Night Raiders, and Wop didn't believe they were smart enough to control the dungeon.

However, humans in the Golden Age have already used AI technology in all aspects of life. Such a large dungeon certainly cannot be managed without AI, and only AI can continue to manage the dungeon for thousands of years.

Tengger asked, "If there really is a door, then have we entered that door now, or not?"

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To get in or not to get in, that is the question.

Wop didn't even know what the door looked like, so it was difficult to answer this question.

But no matter whether they got in or not, they have already come here, and turning back now would be giving up halfway.

They continued to walk deeper into the earth along the narrow caverns, and whenever Sylvia stopped, Ruth would walk into the darkness alone.

When the exploration team caught up with him, there were only corpses on the ground.

They encountered night raiders more and more frequently, and everyone realized that they were getting closer and closer to the night raiders' lair.

The broken corpses made the exploration team feel instinctively disgusted. Whether it was their clawed and webbed hands or their terrifyingly large eyes, they all gave people an extremely weird feeling.

Some variants had hairy bodies, some had horns on their heads, or shark-like teeth in their misplaced jaws, and some had hooves.

Ruth asked, "Do people underground look like this?"

Wop: "Simply living in the absence of light wouldn't have led to this."

He understood what Ruth was getting at, but Wop had been to Nostramo, where the people looked just like normal people except for their completely white eyes, and their genetic traits were stable.

But the distortion of each Night Raider is different, and there is definitely an element of corruption.

"Ouch."

A low roar suddenly came from Sylvia's throat, which meant that a lot of people came.

"Stand behind me."

This time Ruth did not walk into the darkness alone because he could see a fork in the road ahead.

The exploration team held their breath, and the only sounds in the darkness were each other's heartbeats.

There was silence at first, then a slight noise, and then a large sound of footsteps and growls.

"boom!"

Russ smashed the head of a night raider with his tomahawk and fired the first shot.

The night raiders discovered their location and rushed towards them with mad roars.

The others were about to help when Wop suddenly reached out and twisted it.

"Snapped!"

Everyone heard a sticky explosion suddenly in the darkness, like rotten fruit being crushed. The strong smell of blood instantly filled the cave, followed by deathly silence.

The aftermath of the psychic energy still left a trace of faint blue light in the air, allowing others to see clearly what the mountain wall covered in blood and flesh looked like.

The Night Raider's exploding black blood splattered like a torrential rain. Russ instinctively raised his arm to prevent the blood from splattering on his face. However, the blood was completely intercepted by the light blue light curtain before it could reach him, and the sticky blood spread a glaring red on the transparent barrier.

The exploration team continued to move forward and did not encounter any more night raiders along the way.

From time to time, they would encounter a group of bat-like creatures hanging upside down on the top of the cave. When the exploration team approached, they would be startled and fly deep into the cave.

As they entered a humid cave corridor, they discovered giant fungal organisms crawling across every inch of the ground and rock walls. Their thick caps emitted an eerie green fluorescence. Fluorescent slime snaked through the mushrooms as if alive, eventually burrowing into holes the size of human heads in the rock walls. The edges of these deep holes still bore etched lines resembling tooth marks.

Russ could almost taste the mycelium particles floating in the air on his tongue; it was a rotten smell that was so sweet it was sickening.

In the dark cave, others could only see the strange fluorescence emitted by the deformed mushrooms, but Wop could see the subspace energy of corrupted life surging deep within the mycelial network, pulsating in the rock like countless parasitic blood vessels.

Wop covered his mouth and nose. "At least now we know what they ate to survive. Sylvia, can you please get around it?"

The she-wolf shook her head slightly, this was the only way.

Wop waved the others back, extending his arm toward the corridor.

Completely different from the violent method used to crush the Night Raiders before, the psychic light swept through the cave as precisely as laser surgery. Those deformed fungi emitting fluorescent light sizzled under the burning of the psychic energy, and then they were melted away inch by inch along with the eroded rock walls, revealing the uncontaminated original rock layers deep inside.

As they walked through the fungus-grown corridor, they came into view of a spacious dome-shaped hall.

Although the intricate patterns etched on the walls hint at its former glory, the dome hall, like the corridor, is now overgrown with mushrooms.

These strange fungi glowed, casting a layer of emerald green filter over the dark hall.

Among these fungi, dozens of young night raiders were lying on them, gnawing on them, and even more were huddled in the corners. The arrival of the exploration team surprised these young night raiders, and roars immediately echoed in the hall.

Wop: "This should be their lair."

"Then kill them all." Russ nodded and raised his battle axe.

"Please don't hurt them." A soft female voice echoed in the hall.

Ruth stood in front of Wop and Sylvia, staring warily at the woman who walked out of the darkness, "Who are you?"

The woman performed an ancient ritual towards Wo and the others. "I am Freya, the administrator of the Vanaheim Dungeon."