Only now, with the Great Horned Rat God's afterimage still lingering in their minds, did the terrified centaur warriors realize that the "filthy, stinking rats" they had scorned, despised, and slaughtered had suddenly turned into savage mad demons.
Ratmen wreathed in killing intent kept leaping from the grass and landing behind them.
They drove blades sharpened to the point of slicing a hair into two deep through the gaps in their armor.
Or they swung spiked war hammers, smashing at the most vulnerable spots on the centaurs' backs and the backs of their heads.
The shocked and furious centaur warriors struggled violently, flinging these outrageously bold ratmen off their backs before savagely trampling their chests beneath iron hooves, until ribs, hearts, and lungs all burst apart.
But after taking the divine medicine granted by the Rat God, the ratmen's adrenaline erupted like volcanoes, allowing them to bring the High-Level Orcs' formidable vitality to its fullest extent.
Even with their chests reduced to pulp, they still did not die.
Instead, they seized the chance to lock their arms around the centaur warriors' hooves. Even as the spikes embedded in those hooves pierced their bodies, they clung to them with their fiercely burning flesh and blood, becoming a burden dragging the centaur warriors down.
Even after swallowing their last breath, brilliant smiles still bloomed on their faces.
In this way, the ratmen who had suffered endless bullying displayed their valor and loyalty to the Great Horned Rat God standing high above the clouds.
The other ratmen were not frightened by their companions' horrifying deaths, either.
Instead, the splattering hot blood stirred a hundred thousand measures of courage and killing intent within them.
Howling wildly, they charged forward one after another, clinging to the centaur warriors like leeches.
The centaur warriors' physiology gave