Both of them were experts in stealth and assassination.
They also received the support of a brand new totem armor.
Like two faint shadows, they blended into the smoke and dust that filled the area and quietly arrived at the arsenal and granary at the southeast corner of the Blood Skull Coliseum.
They also found a high spot in the broken walls nearby and climbed up while sticking close to the wall.
Meng Chao wiped off the dust and mud on his hands and spread them evenly on the helmet of his totem armor to reduce the reflection from the flames.
He craned his head out and narrowed his eyes to look into the distance.
He noticed that the walls of the arsenal and granary, along with the tall walls of the Blood Skull Coliseum, had all collapsed in the explosion.
One huge hole after another formed a "green passage" that faced the main street.
Countless rat people with ragged clothes and hungry expressions smelled the unique fragrance from the Mandala Fruit. Their appetites were stimulated, and they gathered together to form a raging wave that rushed to the arsenal and granary.
After Meng Chao's ambush, even with the temple guards, there were only dozens of human warriors left in the Blood Skull Coliseum.
Aside from the temple guards, most of the warriors were missing limbs or had hidden injuries that were not beneficial to them in battle, which was why Casava had kept them.
They gathered around the arsenal and granary to form a sturdy defense line.
They were like a dam covered in thorns that blocked and tore at the waves.
The rodent slaves, who had never received professional training and had been drained of their lives in the forging workshops, were uprooted like weeds in a hurricane under the wild swinging of the giant swords of the clan warriors, flying everywhere in the sky.
In the short dozens of seconds that Meng Chao observed, more than one hundred rat people died under the warriors' greatswords, sabers, and morningstars.
But after the explosion in Black Corner City and the psychological suggestion from the Horned Rat God's descent, the rat people who were forced into a corner had their wills firm and their spirits excited no matter how weak their bodies were.
Even the previous wave of rat people had been cut in half by the warriors' greatswords, and all of them had died horrifying deaths.
The rat people at the back were still charging forward fearlessly. Using iron hammers, crude iron rods that had just been forged, and bone sticks that they picked up randomly without any polishing or strengthening, they launched attacks like moths darting into a flame.
While advancing wave after wave, they also let out extremely fanatical roars.
"The Great Horned Rat God has descended. Victory belongs to all the rat people!"
"The Great Horned Rat God is watching us from the sky. Charge! Kill! Even if we die in battle, we will be reborn at the peak of the Sacred Mountain under the guidance of the Great Horned Rat God!"
"Look, that's the Great Horned Rat God, that's the Great Horned Rat God!"
At this moment, the sky above Blackhorn City was filled with thick smoke, flames, and dark clouds that were licked by the flames until they were scarlet red.
The vitality magnetic fields of millions of people surged madly, causing the magnetic field of the planet within a small area to become chaotic. The flames, smoke, and dark clouds floating in the air tumbled nonstop like raging waves and changed into all sorts of shapes.
When the fanatical believers saw all sorts of strange shapes, they would think that they saw the Great Horned Rat God or that the Great Horned Rat God was looking at them. It was not strange at all.
Under the Great Horned Rat God's gaze, many of the rat people slave workers whose minds went blank because of the murderous intent did not think about getting enough weapons and Mandala Fruits to successfully escape Blackhorn City.
Perhaps, he could charge to the front of the detestable clan warriors together with the surging rat tide and cut off or even touch a hair on their body. Then, he would die in the hands of the clan warriors in the most tragic and heroic manner, so that the Great Horned Rat God could see his "heroism".
This was the rat people's ultimate redemption, and it was the meaning of fighting.
The incomparably fierce battle made the clan warriors guarding the granaries and arsenals tremble with fear.
Even if the rat people could not break through their defense line for the time being, they could only stretch their necks and let the warriors kill them to their heart's content.
But if they cut through more than one hundred bones that were as sturdy as steel in one go, they would still feel numb and tired.
This was especially so after the sudden explosion in Blackhorn City. Thousands of rat people were shouting the Great Horned Rat God's name and running to their deaths in front of them like mad demons.
This scene completely surpassed their understanding, and for the first time in their lives, the warriors felt a hint of fear towards the rat people, who had lowly blood flowing in their veins.
For a time, both sides were in a stalemate at the entrance of the granaries and armory.
Their formation was a mess, and they lacked the ability to attack. Only the rat people slave workers, who were filled with fervent beliefs, found it difficult to break through the final defense line formed by the warriors.
But no matter how crazily the warriors attacked, they could only slaughter the rat people's bodies. They could not destroy their will.
The rat people's frenzy wave was stronger than the last, and they did not show any signs of collapsing or retreating.
In a short while, the entrance of the granaries and armory was filled with the horrifying corpses of the rat people.
They had been cut down by sabers and covered in dust. Their faces were dark, but they still had smiles of relief on their faces.
"We can't continue like this."
The devastating battle made Meng Chao frown.
Regardless of whether it was from the perspective of emotions or interests, he stood on the rat people's side.
Based on this trend, even if the rat people slave workers could really take down the Blood Skull Coliseum's granaries and armory, they would have to pay a terrible price.
It would be impossible for them to have enough manpower and time to empty the granaries and armory.
It had to be known that the main force of the Blood Skull Squad led by Casa could return to Blackhorn City at any moment.
That was if the rat people slave workers had not retreated with a large number of Mandala Fruits and weapons when Casa personally arrived.
At that time, not a single rat person would be able to escape Casa's anger.
"I have to help these rat people. Otherwise, their casualties will be too great. Even if they can escape Blackhorn City, they won't be able to escape the Blood Hooves Warriors' pursuit!"
Meng Chao was about to jump up.
His shoulder was suddenly pressed down by an ice storm.
"Wait, I feel that something's wrong. The Blood Hooves Warriors' battle line is shaking. They're about to lose!"
Meng Chao was a little stunned.
Even if the Blood Hooves Warriors were third-class warriors with broken limbs, there was no way they could lose to a group of emaciated rat people slave workers.
But he knew that Ice Storm would not attack without reason.
When it came to her understanding of gladiators and temple guards, Ice Storm, who had been in the Blood Skull Coliseum for more than two years, clearly had a deeper understanding of gladiators than Meng Chao.
Meng Chao looked in the direction she pointed.
Just as he expected, he saw a Blood Hooves Warrior lose his footing under the charge of the rat people. He swayed.
After a moment, he was swallowed by the rat tide!
As it turned out, a Rat Man in a hooded cloak, pretending to be a corpse, wriggled slowly like a worm from the pile of bloody corpses and circled to the back of the Bloody Hoofs Warrior, holding his breath and lurking.
When the Blood Hooves Warrior stepped over him, he stabbed at the spot between the Blood Hooves Warrior's legs at lightning speed and pierced through the Blood Hooves Warrior's abdomen!
When the Blood Hooves Warrior fell, a fatal gap appeared in the defense line.
It was as if a dam had started collapsing, and it could not be stopped.
Meng Chao noticed that more rat people slave workers with hooded cloaks and whose faces could not be seen jumped out of the rat horde. Cold sparks shone from under their cloaks, and at the same time, they went to stab the Blood Hooves Warriors' vitals.
Their movements were much faster than the normal rat people slave workers.
The weapons they used did not seem to be crude or half-finished products either.
But they were just as fearless as the normal rat people slave workers. They were willing to die together with the Blood Hooves Warriors at any moment.
The appearance of these elite rat people instantly broke the stalemate.
In less than three minutes, a huge bloody flower appeared at the waist of the last Blood Hooves Warrior.
He covered his waist, and before he could even scream, he was completely devoured by the surging rat tide.
The rat people charged in and occupied the granary and armory.
Perhaps even they did not expect that their uprising, which they could no longer hold back, would progress so smoothly.
This was especially so for the warriors who had been high above them and had oppressed and bullied them in the past. But now, they had cut them into pieces and turned them into mincemeat.
That incomparable feeling was like a shot of adrenaline for all the rat people.
It made them believe even more that only the Horned Rat God could create such a miracle!
For a period of time, thousands of rat people danced and cried in joy on top of the mountains of weapons and Mandala Fruits.
Meng Chao and Ice Storm looked at each other, and they saw the puzzlement in each other's eyes at the same time.
"Those people in hooded cloaks aren't normal rat people slave workers. They're trained warriors."
Both of them came to a conclusion at the same time.
It was not as if there were no powerful people among the rat people.
Some of the talented rat people who were born with great strength were as brawny as the warriors in the clan and could tear apart tigers with their bare hands.
But the civilians who had never received professional training only knew how to use their instincts to fight. When they attacked, they would definitely be sloppy, and many of their actions would be ineffective.
Similarly, when an enemy, especially an enemy who was much stronger than them, swung their sabers at them, even if they were prepared to face death, their muscles would still tense up, their breathing would quicken, and they would instinctively block and dodge.
This was the survival instinct of intelligent carbon-based life forms.
Without years of harsh training, it was very difficult for them to control it.
But the rat people in hooded cloaks managed to control their instincts.
They also minimized the ineffective actions when they attacked.
Even if it was just a simple horizontal slash, when they executed it, it felt as if they had practiced their skills over and over again.
Their teamwork was great. Usually, three to five of them would jump up at the same time and attack a Blood Hooves Warrior.
Those who faced the Blood Hooves Warrior looked like they were going to die on their own, causing the Blood Hooves Warrior to reveal a fatal weakness so that the others could kill them in one hit.
His skillful fighting skills made Meng Chao remember the veteran special forces soldiers in the Red Dragon Army who were well-trained and had been through hundreds of battles.
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