The little puppy curled up in Little Girl's arms, watching the two of them deploy their forces, and found it all rather amusing.
"Hmph, this is such a tiny, pathetic scene. What's so interesting about it?"
"Back then, Old Wen only had to give an Ordinary Person a few pointers to throw the whole world into chaos."
"An army of a million, charging and fighting across the land."
"I was even more impressive. I directly commanded dragons, Angels, and Titans by the thousands and tens of thousands, crushing everything in our path, invincible wherever we went."
As Little Illusion reminisced about her glorious past, she regarded the coming battle as nothing more than children's play.
Before long, more than a dozen Red-Eye Rats ran out from the rat swarm and headed toward the distant city.
Half a day later, as the two waited anxiously, two Red-Eye Rats came running back, covered in wounds.
After squeaking a few times, they collapsed to the ground without moving, dying there in utter silence.
Weil felt a little saddened and ordered the other rats to bury them.
The rats swarmed forward, and the dead Consort Rats were buried, leaving things cleaner than cremation would have.
The big rat merely frowned. "The black cats' combat strength has risen this quickly? Five Red-Eye Rats used to be enough to kill one, but now more than ten can't beat a single one?"
"This is the strength of the Saintly Order. No wonder they defeated the allied armies of more than a dozen kingdoms. Given enough time, they'll become far too difficult to deal with." Weil began to hesitate. "Brother, why don't we leave this place and find somewhere remote to breed rats? Wouldn't it be good to live peacefully like everyone else? Those Saintly Order people haven't