The Ominous Lord of the Skaven

Chapter 127 If hit there.
Among so many enemies, Bemke is the first one that can make Ickert feel the pressure.

He could deal with the previous opponents with superior firepower and rat sea tactics.

He didn't expect that traditional fighters with thick armor would be so difficult.

Moreover, Bemke's single-body power output can only be described as a small eva.

He can't be cut with a sword, can't be pierced by magic, and can suppress him with superior strength. Is this really something that a jackal can fiddle with?
Despite all the confusion in his heart about this form of enemy, Ickert could only weaken him honestly.

"Article Three!"

Taking advantage of Bemke's inattention again, Ickert drew his sword and cut off the last chain on his right arm.

Only the welded part on the back of these chains is still connected to the armor.

Feeling the looseness of his right arm, Bemke switched to using his left arm.

But this will only give Ickert more opportunities. As long as this rhythm is maintained, the armor on the left arm will sooner or later become a zombie.

At that time, he will have no arms when both hands are burdened by the armor!
After being bombarded with half of his brain, Bemke also realized that something was wrong.

He took a good opportunity to retreat suddenly, and when Ickert had no time to press on him, he tore off all the armor that bound his right arm!

When tearing it apart, Ikert had to admire the hard work of the craftsman. Dozens of armor pieces fell off Bemke's body with layers of flesh and blood, and the entire right arm was torn to the bone!
But immediately afterwards, a large number of black substances climbed up, and finally re-formed the weird arm that was as black as ink.

The arm attacked Ickert again.

According to the previous routine, Ickert naturally dodged again, dodging in an extremely thrilling manner.

But who would have thought that in the next second, the black arm started to squirm, and suddenly changed direction in mid-air, knocking Ickert out!

At the last moment, he only had time to raise his sword to block.

"@#￥%! No martial arts!"

The original offensive rhythm was suddenly disrupted. Although Ickert, who defended in time, was not seriously injured, he was no longer as flexible as before.

Cursing and throwing a fireball at Bemke, Ickert, who was thinking about how to deal with the enemy, finally heard the gunfire again.

Snapped!
The sound of raising the gun sounds so sweet now!
Lapa seemed to be inspired by Ickert, and this warpstone bullet hit the thick chain on Bemke's chest.

"It's too accurate, Lapa! It's you! My battle partner!"

Targaryen said happily that he was Rapa's newly captured Vice Rat.

This Warrior Rat reloads much faster than the other Rats.

However, Lapa, who successfully scored a hit, was not as excited as his friend.

In fact, he was aiming at the opponent's crotch, thinking that hitting there would definitely bring a critical blow.
But if it's a chain, it should be fine.

"Anyway, let's reload quickly. If there is something wrong with the clan chief, those rats who covet us will tear us apart!"

Targaryen nodded his rat head to express his agreement. While these rats gained something, they also offended other rat people all over the place.

If not, the clan chief would not have appointed them.

The precise gun-raised attack further increased Bemke's burden.

He wanted to tear off the breastplate, but unexpectedly, Ickert seized the opportunity and rushed forward.

If he waited honestly for him to finish tearing off the armor, he might be able to tear out a second stage of this big piece of iron.

Ickert just wanted him to die right here.

The black right arm wanted to continue attacking him, but for this fragile organization that had lost its armor protection, Ickert's third-order fireball blasted him to death.

I thought that the black right arm could support two spells, but unexpectedly it was so fragile inside.

"Well, there's not even a protective layer of magic pressure. The materials of this year's Corruptor are not very good."

This situation meant that this corrupted person wasn't even converted from an extraordinary person.

Another sword slashed at the chain on his left arm, and Bemke, who finally realized something, found that it was neither taking off the armor nor putting on the armor.

After entangled with Ickert for a while, he raised his gun and exploded his ass.

Ickert watched the green bullet trails, feeling like his weapons team was aiming at strange places.

Consciously or unintentionally, Ickert tried to guide Bemke's to a more suitable shooting position.

Sure enough, at the same time that Ickert cut the tenth chain, Lapa finally hit the part he wanted.

Ickert could see that there was a bullet hole in the iron crotch that covered the most important part.

Bemke, who was just about to unleash his full body armor and show his full strength, was instantly discouraged.

"I hit it! I hit it!"

"What did you hit?"

Targaryen was held down by the gun and saw nothing.

But the other Ratmen watching the battle couldn't help but grow their mouths and covered their most important mouse.

Bemke, who was hit directly, still maintained his posture of looking up to the sky and screaming, unable to see clearly the expression under his helmet.

A gust of cool wind hit, and the coolness poured in from the bullet hole made Bemke's heart even colder.

"Why are you not moving?"

Ickert saw the giant steel beast standing in place like a stone statue in front of him, which was really weird.

It will not fall.

In fact, for Bemke, the shame and pain of being shot didn't really matter.

It's just that after this dimensional stone bullet was shot in, the dimensional stone toxin in his body had been equalized with the corrupted substance.

There is no energy to support him to continue fighting.

Unless he can discard the heavy armor and reduce the burden on his body.

Now, only one more dimensional stone bullet is needed to cause irreversible changes in his body.

"Rapa, give him another shot."

At this time, Ickert also ordered the gun carrying team to make up the knife in a timely manner to confirm that he was truly incapable of combat.

The warpstone bullet penetrated Bemke's left chest, knocking him to the ground.

Can't get up again.

"One more shot and blow your head off!"

"Yes! Clan Chief!"

After calling in the gun carrying team to put on the last layer of insurance, Ickert approached Bemke with confidence.

"It's hard to imagine that such a powerful thing was killed like this."

Ratman Rapa said with emotion, the scene of the steel monster smashing the third team and his deputy Rat Shooter was still in front of his eyes.

"This guy's weakness is too obvious."

Ickert said that armor is good, but the way to fix the armor on the creature is still open to question.

"Collect the spoils. Besides, where is our guide? He was also killed?"

"Here it is! Your lord!"

Wilbur, who was as timid as a mouse, had been hiding aside and did not participate in the battle, but he jumped out quickly at this time.

"My boy, should I say that you are brave? You didn't run away?"

Ickert looked at the cobbler who jumped out of the grass in a speechless manner, why his men were so crouching.

"I won't run away, my lord! Your strength has shocked me deeply! If you have anything to do, just order me around!"

(End of this chapter)