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.
