However, only idiots will be fooled like this.

Eski grabbed a strong storm rat, a rune of destruction burning his flesh and was quickly portrayed on his shoulders.

Immediately, the Storm Rat, who was still in a dizzy state, woke up.

"Go to find Ecrete. Let him find a way to kill the clock, I can't see it here!"

The footsteps behind him gradually faded away, Esky's muzzle gradually raised, and Ratrin's bullet shot towards the clan rats behind the Storm Rat.

He concluded that the Grey Prophet could not waste his precious magic on those things.

Unsurprisingly, clan rats began to fall in pieces.

But at the same time, the storm rat was walking forward faster and faster, almost as if it was running.

But they were still rational enough to know that most of their physical strength needs to be used in the last charge, and no matter how fast they were, they were just walking speed.

The deflection magic that appears on the front row of Storm Rat does not affect melee killing or magic killing.

Even though the gun shield array here may have been destroyed, the big clock has no effect on the Acesky people.

He had made up his mind. After the Storm Rat approached, he would use the most basic 10-focus flame technique and melee combat to solve the Storm Rats.

On the other side of the battlefield, looking at the hills made of corpses of the hired small clans at the corner of the street, the gray prophet was so angry that he almost shook the big bell under his feet and almost flashed green sparks.

"Discovered so soon?"

Damn engineering warlock!

The gray prophet stomped his pink claws hard. If he had not taken into account the losses after the war, he would have used the ground-breaking technique to collapse the high ground on the other side of the parliament hall to the ground.

Just to apply deflection talismans to the hundreds of storm rats, the power of two dimensional stone coins has been consumed.

That had completely exhausted the mana pool he had previously reserved, and now his mana has been maintained entirely by sucking dimensional stone snuff.

However, those storm rats should be able to consume the magic of that engineer.

Although I don't know why this kind of battle appears in the Skuri clan, the way of fighting is closer to that of the Gray Prophet's engineers

——Generally speaking, Scully’s engineers rely more on those who use engineering creations instead of directly attacking magic—

But next, they competed for their tolerance and reserves of dimensional stones.

A faint green light and heat wave ignited over the buildings in the distance.

Did that engineer release the tsukoi technique?

"Go and see if those things are dead."

The gray prophet shouted to the guards guarding under the car, shaking the big bell under his feet more and more effort - this thing did not consume much of his mana, just like the magic spell of Dimension Fengxiao, it was the divine power of directly summoning the big-horned rat.

However, these temporary guards hired were not sure if they were unlucky.

The leading clan rat had just walked to the street and looked outside, turned his head and turned into a broken or complete corpse in a fog of blood.

He had to spend his mana to add protective magic to the second group of personal guards to bring back complete information.

The storm rats were ignited, physically, but the strongest of them had almost rushed to the front of the engineer warlock with flames... "Very good! The command is now, attacking the whole line!"

The engineer no longer had the chance to fiddle with his useless engineering equipment.

Three hundred meters away, as he expected, Esky was indeed almost out of his hands with the rat Tryn.

Esky pointed the last time at the Storm Rat that had almost rushed to the front of him and pressed the trigger, but even if the muzzle was pushed to a place only five meters away from the Storm Rat, he could not concentrate his target.

This magic has exceeded the limits of physics for missile attacks.

The reason why these storm rats in front of them was able to rush up so quickly with the Jiaoyan Technique was purely because of the runes shining with green light on them.

Those armors were enchanted, and they were different from Skuri's enchantment methods.

Since he did not impose any protection on Rickek's soldiers, they are now on the verge of death.

However, this is also under the plan. At the beginning, he planned to solve the problem with melee combat.

"Melee combat is good for me! Storm Rats!"

As he said that, Esky rushed towards the storm rats.

At this moment, a horn sounded, and the earth began to tremble slightly. If you carefully distinguish it, you can know that it was caused by countless claws stomping on the ground. The smoke and dust in the distance had already predicted the arrival of Scarven's troops.

But behind Esky, Rat Tryn had no rats to operate, and Rickk's soldiers also collapsed to the ground.

A waist knife was inserted into Storm Rat's eyes and penetrated it out from behind his head. Icret quickly jumped onto Storm Rat's body and took back his waist knife from his head.

"You're finally here."

Esky stepped up and cast several small-dimensional lightning bolts to harvest the lives of several storm rats in the distance.

"Everyone retreated, retreated to the fortress behind, with thick lead plates on it that could resist the sound of the bell."

Ecret yelled at the clan rats who were almost dead, but almost no one could respond to his call.

Seeing this, Icret's waist knife continued to slash the chest of a storm rat wrapped in heavy armor at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye, so that the opponent's breastplate turned red, melted, and finally spewed out flames.

The hot iron and flames splashed onto another storm rat, causing him to cover his face in pain, and then his throat was cut off with a knife.

"These things are useless. We have to kill the gray prophet. This time it was his move first. And the Moses clan did not take action."

Esky stretched out his claws and stared at the black-robed mouse waving a flag in the distance on the screen of the observer.

"I know that Quakwall's face is not good in front of the Morse clan."

Ecret said, also stretching out his claws, and the moment he held them, the green smoke wrapped them in.

The teleportation location chosen by Esky was at the foot of the scout who called the signal. As expected, the Prophet of Gray appeared in front of him.

The gray fur with curved long horns was hurriedly swallowing the things in his mouth.

Although a large number of Scarvans had gathered on both sides of him, he was still panicked when facing the engineer warlock, especially at such a close distance... Seeing the fine green residue on the corner of his mouth, Esky couldn't help but mock him.

"The big horned rat is really favoring you, Prophet Grey. After eating so many dimensional stones in one go, it's a miracle that he hasn't burst his body yet."

Esky said, his eyes turning to the bell under the feet of the Grey Prophet.

The second visual scene shows that this is not a miracle. The direction of energy flow resonates with the big bell under his feet. The bell can improve the patience of Scarven Dimension Stone in a way that Esky did not know.

As expected, I really wanted to seize this thing. This unusual screaming bell should be quite precious to the Gray Prophet.

As for the pressure on the Prophet clan, as long as it is too much, it should be fine.

Eski doesn't believe that the chief engineer Moskita has not privately studied this kind of thing.

Perhaps the dimensional force field generator may refer to the principles of this thing.

However, the priority is the gray prophet who is condensing the energy of dimensional lightning in his hand.

If he continues to compress, he will form the kind of plasma he used before.

"Yes, I'm not a fool."

Esky raised his hand and a blue-black air blew towards the direction of the gray prophet.

The curse of the soul immediately penetrated the magic shield, causing the gray prophet's will to become unbalanced, and immediately lost the complete mastery of magic. The strength of the magic shield also dropped to a minimum at this time.

The 100-dimensional lightning strikes the shield, immediately breaking it like glass.

The rapid Arnorquiyan called the gray portal to fly towards the gray prophet at a faster speed than the arrow.

Before he could break free from the bondage of his soul, the gray prophet's upper body entered the other side of the portal at the same time as the energy gathered on his staff.

Almost immediately when the gray prophet's chest had just entered the portal, Esky quickly closed the portal.

Half of the mouse's body, along with the remaining part of the elbow that did not enter, fell on the ground.

Esky passed through the storm rats and clan rats who had just wanted to resist but were now like a newborn mouse cub, and came to the wreckage of the Gray Prophet.

Quickly cut off the gray prophet's tail and hind paws with his claws, and pick up the residue of his elbows. These are very valuable magic materials, especially valuable when using summoning magic.

It was not until this time that he stared at the remains of the corpse on the ground. The death of the gray prophet was much smoother than Esky expected.

It even made him suspect that the previous series of preparations were all useless work.

Although this result was achieved by means other than Scarven.

Looking down at the blue-black marks on his chest, Eski stubbed. He felt that he was increasingly relying on Nagassh's magic, while Nagassh was still threatening his life at this moment.

These magic is really useful, but hidden dangers always exist.

"Where is your master?"

Ecret asked about the black-robed rat who had just jumped off the roof.

"The Lord of Defeats has gone to deal with their command."

After saying that, he made a harsh bird song and received a response from a distance... "It will be successful in a while."

He continued to answer.

Then there was no problem. Ecret relaxed his mind and sat in the gray prophet's car to rest. This was the only place nearby that was clean and could sit.

Esky walked to the pile of corpses he had made, and fell at the street corner and was piled into a hill, which had been destroyed by Ratrin, and silenced for a moment, and then told Ecret.

"We are still not politically mature enough, Lord Ecret."
To be continued...