"This is the worst day of all."
Different people said the same thing over and over again.
Since Lori was the central system, a lot of information was gathered by Rorschach, who then sent out new orders.
"This is such a terrible day. Bad news, bad news, it's all bad news."
Rorschach only had two choices: bad news or even worse news. Naturally, he could only choose between heavy losses or heavy losses.
"Retreat. Everyone, retreat and defend the headquarters. Give up on all the external assets for now. We can't care about the amusement parks, toy factories, and so on. Let's give them to them if they want … If the invaders are foolish enough to choose these as their primary targets, it might be a good thing."
At this moment, Rorschach was rather grateful for the fact that his own assets weren't "good enough."
The amusement parks and entertainment facilities probably wouldn't be the main targets. The toy factories were highly valuable yet fragile, but no lunatic would attack them first. However, his Game Church didn't have the ability to interfere with the airports, city defense fortresses, factory areas, oil depots (resource areas), and train transportation areas that would definitely be the main targets.
The Game Church's core news organization headquarters was located near the city center's Victory Plaza. Almost all the major churches' headquarters were gathered there. Although it would definitely be the main target … Rorschach wasn't worried about that place at all. After all, if that place really fell, the entire city would fall as well. There was no point in worrying about it.
"Give up on searching. Lock the main doors tightly."
Rorschach gave out one passive order after another. If it were a major church, he would still have to worry about being held accountable. However, the small Game Church had already taken on far more responsibilities than normal. They had already done more than enough.
Yes, they had already done more than enough.
Currently, Rorschach was surrounded by circles of magical beasts and evil ghosts. It was impossible to see how many of them there were in the sky, above him, on the ground, and below him.
The result of expending so much divine power to drive was that he had become a lone army that had charged too quickly.
Wouldn't it be normal for an experienced driver like the front of a car to be severely punished?
Wouldn't it be normal for someone to drive against the wind even though they knew that they would be severely punished?
"… That's really ridiculous."
Rorschach could no longer see how many demons and ghosts were around him, but he smiled. This was what he had been looking forward to.
The more attention he attracted … the easier it would be for the Evil Gods' rescue plan to succeed!
"… Let's hope that he can fulfill his promise."
[Don't worry, that person is at least more professional than you.]
Hearing this, Rorschach remembered the situation when he saw that person on the assault boat. Rorschach never thought that the Radiance Scroll would send him out.
"Lurking Plague Hanks Feng. Let me see if you're worthy of your reputation …"
= = =
"Hanks? Why are you here? What happened to your eyes? "
At the same time, Su Nanna was shocked to see the Ratman in front of her.
She followed the signal on the Game Church's emergency communication device and saw that it wasn't someone from her church, but rather the head of the intelligence network that all the survivors hated so much.
This famous spy didn't look good at all. His empty eye sockets were frightening, and blood kept dripping from them. His four limbs were wrapped in bandages.
If it weren't for the fact that he was holding Rorschach's communication device, Adeline and Su Nanna would probably have already attacked him.
To be honest, even Rorschach was shocked when he saw him on the assault boat not long ago.
In his impression, this Ratman who had just lost his eyes should be lying on a hospital bed waiting for his limbs to recover.
But even though he clearly didn't have any vision, it was as if he could easily see Rorschach's position. He even managed to squeeze out a seemingly natural smile.
"… I'm a Ratman. My vision isn't that important to me. On the contrary, this old man needs to reflect on whether I've been relying too much on my vision recently …"
Rorschach just remembered that Ratmen were actually very similar to rats in some aspects. For example, "short-sightedness" was enough to explain Ratmen's extremely poor vision.
Ratmen and rats were the same. Their main sensory organ was actually their sense of smell. Their sense of smell was several times or even dozens of times better than well-trained hunting dogs. It was so strong that they could build spatial models in their brains just by smelling.
And it was because of this ability that the most suitable place for them to live was actually a complex underground maze … In the old era, many Ratmen chose to live underground because that was the place where they could display their abilities the most.
But Ratmen were still humanoid creatures after all. They lived in human society, so they naturally learned how to use their vision. All sorts of magic and equipment could also effectively strengthen their vision. It was only when they were adventuring, exploring underground mazes, or dismantling traps that their three-dimensional sense of smell would have the opportunity to fully display its abilities.
But this time … Rorschach could sense the sincerity in Hanks' words. He really regretted relying too much on his already weak vision. If he had still relied on his strongest sense of smell this time instead of maintaining a safe distance and observing with his vision, he wouldn't have suffered such heavy losses.
"… Also, I personally hate owing people favors. You're looking for someone, right? Even with your vision, it'll be very difficult to find someone in this chaotic battlefield … Trust me, in this aspect, no one in Vila Nova Dônia is better than me. "
Hanks' last words were filled with pride and self-confidence, which dispelled Rorschach's worries. He also decided on his next strategy.
Rorschach himself acted as bait to attract the Ratmen's attention. This was a professional job. Compared to searching for someone while being chased by the Ratmen, it was better to let old Hanks use his superior sense of smell that far surpassed that of ordinary Ratmen.
And from the looks of it, the result was quite good. Hanks had brilliantly completed his mission.
But before the two sides could catch up, a gigantic figure suddenly descended from the sky.
It was a distorted gigantic beast. Its gigantic limbs were twisted and deformed, but there was a humanoid upper body where its head should have been.
It was a body part that Su Nanna was somewhat familiar with. She immediately recognized it.
That was because a deep roar came from the gigantic beast's mouth. Although the roar was unusually hoarse, Su Nanna could still clearly hear the stubborn determination in the beast's voice.
"My … My dagger … is coated with poison …"
"Dagger? What dagger? Are you bullying a blind person? "
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