Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 657: Section 460: Victory (Part 1)_3

Chapter 657: Section 460: Victory (Part 1)_3

"That’s just their breeding machine," Malin said, looking at the giant mother rat and snapping his fingers.

Two dwarves with new fuel canisters ran over.

"Do you need us to burn it here?"

"No, drag it out into the sunlight; I want my citizens to watch this ugly thing being lit by their allies," Malin shook his head. "You find someone to drag it out."

"Leave it to us," the dwarves nodded, and then the flame soldiers gathered.

They approached the giant rat with the cover of their own kind.

"There are babies!" a dwarf shouted.

"Pick them off! Don’t reason with the invaders!" The Great Craftsman’s voice came through.

Malin shook his head at the sight of the rat-men scurrying toward a distant passage, "Tell our soldiers, we have to clean up this section of the sewers thoroughly, not a single rat can be spared."

"I will convey your orders precisely," the elven ambassador replied with pride on his face.

Then he turned and led his guard in pursuit, while Malin turned to see his commander, a young man covered in blood—whose blood it was, he couldn’t tell because of the mask. Nonetheless, from his bearing, Malin could tell that the youth had not disgraced his family.

"Sir, were you looking for me?"

"Yes, you take over command. I’ll have Matilda follow you. Level every node, sweep every passage, kill all the rat-men, remember, I want no prisoners. The world is already too crowded for these uninvited guests," Malin ordered.

"Yes, sir, your command is our mission," the young man replied. Then, he turned, waved his hand, and the soldiers quickly assembled around him to move forward in combat formation.

Malin noticed that the Great Craftsman also followed with his shield guards.

So Malin led the flame soldiers to watch them net the giant rat and drag it out of the sewers.

The members of the Benevolent Church, treating the wounded at the entrance, stared dumbfounded at the trophy brought out by Malin, then moved the wounded away at Malin’s urging.

The dwarves chanted as they dragged their prize towards the designated cremation spot.

"What is that?" Lord Marian had been waiting for news, but even when he saw the meatball, he was disgusted by the twisted creature.

"The mother of the rat-men, a typical tool," Malin explained to the Bishop.

"Mother? Tool? I pity the word ’mother’; they have desecrated it," Marian sighed.

"That is fate, Lord Marian. For rat-men, what you see here is nothing more than a tool responsible for breeding. They cannot even be called mothers, for as soon as the young are born, they are rounded up; the weak are eaten by the others, and only the strong survive to adulthood. Most of them will become slave rats, a standard form of cannon fodder."

"...Their existence truly blasphemes life," Marian said, looking toward the meatball as it rolled further away.

"Yes, so we must eliminate them all," Malin said and patted the old man on the back. "Your Excellency, you should rest now. The rat-men are no longer a concern; they are in retreat. Our army is pursuing them methodically; they have no escape. I have ordered to take no prisoners... Perhaps you can offer their heads as a sacrifice, after all, many soldiers in my factory guard are your followers."

"...I regret now why I didn’t stick to old Hoffman and snatch you away back in the day," the Bishop mentioned again, to which Malin chuckled and patted his shoulder. "Your Excellency, I am the High Priest of the Goddess of Harvest, you might want to refrain from such impractical wishes."

"Yes... You’ve worked hard this time," Marian said, and he and Malin both turned their heads.

They saw a small teleportation channel appear on the street, out of which a little fear monster stepped, trembling yet resolutely holding up a box in its hands while facing at least a hundred weapons.

"For me?" Malin asked.

The little fear monster nodded desperately.

"Put it down, and you can leave alive."

After Malin spoke, the fear monster put down the box and dived into the channel.

Marian turned to Malin, "I didn’t know you had a merciful heart for fear monsters."

"I’m conserving bullets. It is a minion of terror, a coward unworthy of serving it. Since it’s going to die anyway, why waste my bullets?" Malin answered, then walked over and kicked the box open.

Inside were two jars.

"What are these?" Malin did not recognize the items.

"Spirit Coffins, used to store souls. What is Chaos up to?" Marian walked over, picked up one of them, and crouched down.

Then, as if sensing something, he clutched it to his chest.

"It’s that child!"

"Does that mean their souls haven’t been made into fear monsters or some other form of Chaos creature?" Malin suddenly realized why Nameless hadn’t been able to find them—they hadn’t been turned to Chaos, so of course, they couldn’t be found.

"Then these two Spirit Coffins are your gift, Your Excellency," Malin felt the matter was none of his concern. Since they were the souls of those two children, he left Marian to deal with them.

"This is the best birthday present I have received, Malin," the old man said jubilantly, holding the two Spirit Coffins.

"Happy Birthday, Your Excellency," Malin nodded, and made a respectful gesture, touching his chest: "May you live long, Your Excellency."

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