The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1633 462: The Mad Rat Uprising! (Part 4)

The slaughter on the battlefield continued; the death of a mouse was insignificant... even if it was a Chosen Mouse.

At the same time that the rocket cannon roared, the eager "Players" launched their charge.

They shouted "creak crack bang," waving all sorts of weapons in their hands, and charged towards the vast swarm of Ratmen.

However, their speed was still a bit slow.

Gunter's Great Sword was always a step ahead, cutting into the enemy ranks before they even touched a single rat hair!

"Blade—"

"Storm!"

The howling sword blades whipped up a Hurricane on the flat ground, and the endless sword shadows slashed in all directions, covering a circular arc with a hundred-meter radius!

Wherever the Hurricane passed, whether armor or bones, they were like carrots thrown into a meat grinder, crushed into carrot paste!

Most Divine Chosen Rats were either struck into a mist of blood on the spot or swept up by the Sword Qi into the sky, only to crash down heavily amidst the rat swarm.

Seeing the Ratmen falling like rain, Gopal the Ratman seemed to recall the memory of falling to death, and a trace of fear appeared on his face.

However, after all, he was the Divine Chosen Rat selected by Urgos, and ultimately he mustered all his rat courage, pushing his Platinum Level power granted by Urgos to the extreme, and roared as he charged forward.

"Squeak—!"

He let out a cry.

Then, he was cut into minced meat by a single sword strike.

The rocket shells still whistled through the air, raining fiery down upon the endless sea of rats, engulfing one giant rat after another.

As the howling Blade Storm cut into the middle of the enemy ranks, the charging Players finally collided with the Divine Chosen Rat warriors in close combat!

The sound of clashing metal echoed across the battlefield, with the sound of the Salvation Army's Firearms Soldiers raising their guns and firing from behind.

Although their military discipline was far inferior to that of the Campbell people trained by successive Demon Kings, their firepower was in no way inferior to the latter.

The reason was simple.

It had nothing to do with faith.

It was purely because the Flintlock Guns produced in Beifeng City were of a breech-loading design, plus "Smokeless Gunpowder Paper Shell Bullets," and even though they were Flintlock Guns, they clearly belonged to a different era.

The Demon King didn't even reveal all his good stuff.

If he handed out hand-cranked Revolver Machine Guns to this Salvation Army, "Holy Maiden Carian" might be able to lead her followers to push out beyond Brass Pass!

Of course, we are not discussing Transcendent combat power here. That thing is really too difficult to compare horizontally; it must be analyzed case by case.

Facing the joint assault of the Players and the Salvation Army, the Divine Chosen Rats were visibly slain at an incredible speed!

Ignoring those ugly rabble, Gunter's gaze locked dead-on the figure behind the rat swarm, his wind-like sword blades charging straight towards him!

Selas's gaze also locked onto Gunter, completely ignoring the rain of fire falling all around them, deeming it insignificant.

The distance between the two was less than a kilometer!

As that figure drew nearer, a sharp glint flashed in Gunter's eyes, and he suddenly halted the clamor of his sword blades, with his left hand formed into a palm in front of his brow.

Domain—

Open!!!

In an instant, the sky changed color, reflecting the dim yellow of the Dimension Desert!

An overwhelming pressure enveloped this vast battlefield, seemingly intent on tearing this space-time apart and dragging it into another realm.

Centered around his feet, the ground, mixed with blood and muck, began to crack and turn into sand—a boundless sea of sand was gradually devouring this place!

Standing amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of bones, Selas showed no fear in the face of this, instead bursting into wild laughter, as if he had long anticipated he would use this move.

"How ridiculous! In the boundless Nest City of my master, do you still want to move your pathetic pile of sand here a few more times?"

His smile gradually turned manic, his right hand clenched into a fist, with the tips piercing into his palm.

A viscous black blood flowed down between his fingers, dripping onto the lowly bowing heads of the Ratmen.

"You all—"

"Have long been in my Domain!"