The Adventurer's Mission Log

Chapter 47 Lightning Slash Technique

The air in the sewers betrayed the peace first, and the chilling wind carrying a pungent, ammonia-like stench suddenly became fierce.

As the clan rats in the passage ahead scattered in unease, amidst the frenzied screams of the rat swarm, a roar approached, and a pair of scarlet, crazed eyes shot out violently from the darkness.

A massive creature, resembling a hybrid of rat-man and cannibal, smashed everything in its path. Its three-meter-tall body crushed rat-men who couldn't dodge in time. Its body, composed of twisted muscles, revealed exposed stitches or inlaid rough metal plates, clearly indicating that it was an unnatural creation.

Its scarlet eyes burned with an irrational lust for slaughter, and its massive fists, each finger encased in razor-sharp claws, contained the terrifying power to smash a heavily armored knight, armor and all, into a pancake.

"Kill this rat troll!" the butchers roared excitedly, leaping over clan warriors, with Tenor close behind.

He was a little slow, so he quickly fell a few steps behind, but that didn't matter. Haste makes waste, and he would only get a beating.

The butcher who first approached the rat troll hadn't even swung his axe when he was smashed away by the rat troll's fist, which was as big as a sandbag, and his fate was unknown.

Faced with the rat troll's overwhelming power, the dwarven butchers either dodged or risked their lives to slash a bloody gash into the troll before being knocked down and sent flying.

Looking behind them, the rat swarms from the three directions seemed to be spurred on, and they tried even more recklessly to pounce on and break through the dwarf warriors. After losing the butcher's support, the crossbowmen drew their short axes and swords and began hand-to-hand combat.

A fierce wind swept in, and Tenor mustered all his strength to raise his shield to block the rat troll's punch. The lizardman slightly turned his body, tilting his heavy black stone shield at an angle to guide the force to one side.

He was no longer the green recruit he once was; after so many battles, he had become much more skilled at using a shield.

Tenor's legs slid back a few inches on the slippery stone slab, carving two deep furrows into the moss and grime beneath his feet.

His cold-blooded body, larger and stronger than any human, withstood the impact that was powerful enough to shatter city walls. His thick tail instinctively lashed out behind him, anchoring him like a bolt.

Well, he realized that he was no match for this rat troll; he was still too young.

He clenched his teeth and let out a low, ancient roar from deep in his throat, making the dwarves behind him tense up, thinking that this Southlander was about to unleash some deadly move.

After all, the legendary heroes of Thoros are said to be of a different kind who can contend with the Great Demon.

They were right; Tenor was indeed about to unleash his full potential.

Activate the Power Belt.

The greatest step in human civilization was undoubtedly the invention of tools, and although Tenor was not of high rank, the equipment he carried was something that even high-ranking warriors would find difficult to assemble.

External forces are not forces? Tenor's opponents don't think so.

Fist and shield clashed tightly together, the rat troll's muscles twitching and trembling wildly. After knocking away the dwarf who tried to interfere with its other claw, it also grabbed at the lizardman, but was blocked by the lizardman's burning sword.

It desperately tried to crush the tiny creature that dared to stand in its way, but the cold-blooded creature's arms remained motionless, and its hollow reptilian eyes coldly stared at the rat troll through the edge of the shield.

Before the struggling butcher could leap over and steal the kill, Tenor shoved the rat troll aside and activated the 'Swift Pendant'.

Just then, his hunting instincts detected a threat emerging from the dome behind him, and his sword, which was originally aimed at the rat troll, instantly veered to the side and rear.

"Clang!" The burning sword clashed with the two blades in the ratman assassin's hand. Even though the ratman used some kind of tool or ability to unleash power comparable to a troll, it was still no match for Tenor's giant strength.

The assassin was immediately swept away, but it nimbly flipped backward in mid-air and landed on the dome, taking a few steps backward upside down to dissipate the force.

The tail blade swung out as the ratman turned, sweeping towards Tenor who was trying to chase after him, almost slicing through the lizardman's eye. At the same time, the assassin's glowing green blade precisely shattered the spherical object thrown by the dwarven engineering apprentice.

"Watch out for the explosives!" shouted Dole, the engineering apprentice who was throwing the bomb. Before he could finish speaking, his masterpiece was prematurely detonated.

The assassin's move was cool, but what it cleaved open was a tantalizing grenade.

Before Tenor and the surrounding butchers could lie down, and before the assassin could dodge, a muffled explosion suddenly erupted in the narrow sewer as it shattered the sphere.

The shockwave from the explosion spread outward in a visible arc, instantly compressing and tearing the air around the assassin.

Gravel and dirt crumbled from the dome and walls, scattering everywhere with a piercing cracking sound.

Those nearby, including Tenor and the butchers, also experienced a ringing in their eardrums and felt a scorching current of air sweep across their cheeks and scales, but no real damage was caused.

A hapless butcher was lucky to have his face scratched by shards; after all, if his neck had been scratched, he would have died, and in a very dishonorable way.

Ignoring the impact of the bomb, Tenor whirled around and swung his burning sword to smash the rat troll that lunged at him again. Using the last few seconds of the item's duration, he forcefully ripped off its arm, smashed its head, and in the last second, he once again sent the dying, massive body flying.

All the ratmen who witnessed this scene felt as if they had seen the end of the world. They lost all desire to fight and scattered in screams.

However, they were quickly blocked by another group of clan rats, and the deserters were killed and driven back to the battlefield.

The dwarves erupted in enthusiastic cheers, and all the clan warriors began to shout in a deep, resounding voice:

"Khazukan!"

The battle roar, echoing like mountains, spread along the tunnel, pressing down on the terrified rats. Before the roar had even stopped, the next one followed like a surging wave. The rats, already on the verge of collapse, were terrified of the enemy's power, and their retreat intensified.

"Khazakit!"

The dwarves began to shout, and the warriors banged their shields. As if they were simultaneously connected to some kind of resonance, the most classic war cry of the dwarven legion was uttered by dozens of dwarves, and it sounded like thunder.

"Khazukan!"

This was a roar that could strike fear into the hearts of greenskins and ratmen. They were all too familiar with the dwarves, and no matter how the ratmen overseeing the battle hacked and whipped them, they refused to take another step forward.

The dwarfs around them could not give them a sense of security because the dwarfs seemed to outnumber them—though this was an illusion.

"Khazukan Khazakit-ha!"

Amid the rhythmic shouts of encouragement from the dwarves, Tenor strode back, attempting to seize the opportunity to overwhelm the ratmen.

The ratman was indeed overwhelmed. Before he could even get close, they screamed and fled for their lives as if they were avoiding a plague. The supervising rats were also frightened and abandoned their companions to run away.

The ratmen behind didn't know what was happening ahead, but seeing all their kind fleeing in panic, they were terrified. Rumors, accompanied by the screams of the fleeing and those who were leading the fleeing, became increasingly outrageous. So much so that an elite battle group that was about to enter the fray to stop the retreating rat horde fled underground without looking back after hearing just a few words.

"Lizards! The army of lizard creatures is coming! They're catching up!"

"The giant horned rat has abandoned us!!"

"The serpent god's infant spirit! The serpent god's infant spirit is here! Run! Run!"

Although for them, the war with the lizardmen was just a distant legend.

But as descendants of those banished from the snake-rat war, their fear of the "great snake" is ingrained in their bones, and the story of that thousand-year war has never ceased, even in another world.