824: Chapter 678: Exterminating Rats 824: Chapter 678: Exterminating Rats Ratn hunched and hideous, damp and disease-ridden, bearing so human traits, yet more like monsters.
In Aizu City, the Rat Clan had been cleansed; the Ratn present actually ca from other parts of the world.
They fully utilized the capabilities of Ratn, hiding in ship holds, burrowing deep into cargo crates, braving the risk of drowning and asphyxiation to reach the Northern Archipelago, all to witness the solemn spectacle before them.
Old projection equipnt was playing clips of “Saint Sally’s” broadcast, prompting them to leave their hiding places and appear.
In the end, roughly over a hundred emaciated Gray Ratn gathered.
Like watching a fantasy film, they sat side by side, gazing eagerly, full of yearning, at the scene before them, indifferent to the looped replay, without a hint of boredom.
Saint Sally looked flawless, with a pleasant voice, able to emit sounds akin to those of a Rat.
“Squeak, squeak…”
“Sally—take us with you—Sally—”
“Squeak-wow!”
“Yes!
Yes!” The Ratn raised their heads, waving their arms toward the projected image, emitting shrill voices that startled the nearby onlookers.
Then there were the delicate-bodied white rats, the robust black rats, watching their surroundings warily.
At first, they were astonished, squeaking and calling for their kin to return, soon to be drawn by the central Saint Sally’s sound and image.
Every rat hoped for redemption.
These mutant mbers of the Rat Clan gradually lost their other thoughts, swaying as they sat behind their Gray Ratn peers, silently watching the grand scene of Saint Sally, as if listening to a sermon.
Seeing “Saint Sally” speak to them, her smile radiant, these Ratn were nearly frenzied, clasping their hands in prayer, their cries almost sobbing.
Beyond this specially designed rat-trapping ground, were the local residents of the Nestor Community, totaling over three hundred, half of them ard with guns.
They stared at these Ratn with disgust and hatred, recalling various hypotheses about the origins of Ratn, which could be the products of biological experints, the offspring of powerful Magic Power, or even extraterrestrial beings.
They could also be transford Humans.
Rumors say so people living in the dark, without jobs, subsisting on inferior diets, physically deford, with no hope of ascension, beco apathetic, idling away their days watching live idol shows…
such people could beco Ratn.
Sewer Rats!
Such vile aberrations before their eyes, most people felt initial revulsion, followed by fear; if fate fared poorly, could they too beco Ratn?
Faced with such detestable life forms, the people of the community grew increasingly impatient.
“Kill!”
Soone cried out, and a rifle began firing from the bushes.
Bullets whizzed out, piercing through the skull of a large black rat, the sharp bullet passing through the skull, landing in the grass on the other side, dragging a crimson streak of blood.
The pheromones of their dead companions resonated like a ntal bomb deep within the skulls of the Ratn, sending them into panic, leaping from their places, trying to flee.
They scattered in all directions, running instinctively, appearing to the encircling community residents as if they were launching an assault.
Driven by hatred or fear, panic and the need for self-defense, the people didn’t stop shooting, unleashing full power from assault rifles, dostic semi-automatic weapons, and thermal-ray guns.
The flesh and blood of the Ratn undulated and dissolved in the blaze.
The next day, news of the “Great Victory of Asakusa District” made the papers, and related ssages spread like wildfire.
The front pages of various online dia outlets were filled with reports about Ratn, with an exponential explosion in numbers of related photos, videos, recordings, and interviews, the heat pushing the topic to the top of trend searches.
On most streaming dia information apps, the keyword #Ratman# ranked first, just like the initial rat plague in Aizu City.
The community residents, who participated in the battle, were initially uneasy, echoes of the dying screams of the Ratn in their minds, until journalists, self-dia practitioners, and professional reporters sward in, and they ca to believe themselves to be heroes the saviors of society, their childhood dreams of heroism fully realized.
They spoke enthusiastically to the keen interviewers.
“Yes, there are Ratn in Asakusa District; last night, they brazenly attacked our community but were fiercely repelled by us.”
“The Ratn thought we were easy to bully…
just like the seven people they killed in Haruto Pool Shop, drilling in and eating their brains.
Last night we exterminated them, haha!”
“They steal, kill, rob, causing a severely bad influence in the locality; last night we couldn’t bear it anymore, and finally taught them a lesson.”
“One Ratman charged at in anger, trying to kill , and I fired a shot in its chest at that mont.
To avoid being accused of advertising, I won’t ntion which company’s weapon I bought…”
“They killed seven people in our community; we originally intended to kill seven Rats in revenge, but they had the audacity to attack the community, so we had to wipe them all out.”
“Under that dreadful onslaught of Ratn…
we overca them, and we had no casualties, it wasn’t easy.”
Buoyed by their achievents, the residents were in high spirits.
The journalists discovered that every person they interviewed had a different version of last night’s events—they picked the most exciting, most boast-worthy segnts, allowing the writing AI to mix and edit them into articles aid at the readers.
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