Cannonballs plunged into the Rat Swarm with piercing shrieks.
The impact instantly reduced the Ratfolk around each cannonball to pulp. Those nearby were blasted apart, limbs and entrails flying.
The cannons kept firing without aim.
The Soldiers did not even need to aim. There was nothing here but rats. Every shot was bound to crush a few unlucky Ratfolk.
But the whole thing felt as pointless as standing on a beach and throwing stones into the sea...
The great, approachable idol of teenage girls and middle-aged and elderly women, lord of the Floating City, Annan Reeves, gazed at the endless Rat Tide. Even despair felt like a luxury.
"How are we supposed to kill them all..."
They desperately needed rat poison.
Could they use Plague and disease? Ratfolk were already breeding grounds for every kind of germ. They carried more germs than there were Alchemy Elementals.
Forget it. This isn't my problem to solve...
Even when the Gods were still around, they had been helpless against the Ratfolk. At most, they had driven them into one corner of the Allen Continent. During this time of turmoil among the Gods, keeping them in check was already an achievement.
Once the Floating City had three Arcane Cores, the Mage Tower had six floors, Magic Gunpowder saw a breakthrough, the population reached three hundred thousand, and Annan had a seat in the Holy Council's front three rows, he might finally be qualified to worry about World News.
When Annan turned around, he noticed a crowd standing behind the Cannon emplacement.
"You want to fire too?"
Annan sensed their eagerness.
"We want to blow up some Ratfolk too! Lord Annan, can we?"
"Let me think..."
Within minutes, the people of Free City were delighted to find a sign erected before every Cannon emplacement: [Fire