From Skaven to God-King of War

They would not have thought that Du Yuan could condense his divinity so quickly.

This was something Du Yuan himself had never expected, and to some extent it also declared Du Yuan's competence as a god.

Du Yuan's figure dimmed and returned to the barren mountain range.

I don't know from which day all the plans were disrupted. Now it is no longer possible to decide what kind of god Du Yuan wants to be. Instead, he can only become this kind of god, a cruel evil god and a crazy madman.

In the desolate mountain range, in the temple of the underground rat city, Du Yuan held Xiaochun's branch, and Xiaochun, who was still relying on his sleep to slowly transform, was awakened.

Looking at Du Yuan in horror, it was obvious that she did not understand what was happening.

Du Yuan did not explain. The huge torrent of faith surged in Du Yuan's hands and gathered into the surging waves.

He needs to step up.

Blessing revelations or gifts can make the rat people more calm when facing this war, but they are not enough.

In order for him to gain enough power to confront the gods of the grassland, this requires the birth of the god of killing, and the birth of the god of killing requires more than just victory in a huge war.

This will require more Skaven.

For this reason, he focused his attention on Xiaochun. This surging wave, a wave formed by the power of pure faith, was an excellent nourishment. Xiaochun's growth began to accelerate.

But this process is not easy, and it is extremely painful. Even though Du Yuan has greatly purified the power of faith provided, this power is still inevitably entangled with the terrifying whispers, coming from the rat beings. of whispers.

Ratmen are not as pure as those pure races. This belief contains too many things.

Koharu let out a horrified cry.

This transformation made her wisdom more full, and her wisdom was no longer so superficial.

Looking at Du Yuan in front of him, he shouted eagerly.

She didn't want this power, it hurt, it really hurt.

"Father!"

A milky cry appeared from Xiaochun's mouth, and the movements of Du Yuan's hands paused, but the pause only lasted for a moment.

There was no response to Xiaochun's call, and the surging wave of faith in his hand did not stop either.

In pain, Xiaochun twisted and struggled miserably in Du Yuan's hands.

After a while, the twisting stopped, Xiaochun completely collapsed in Du Yuan's hands, and there was no movement. Du Yuan's divine core took over Xiaochun's will.

Most of the whispers of beings were directed by the divine core into the lake of blood.

The miracle came. In the blood lake, blood mushrooms emerged like a blowout, and soon the pool was filled with scarlet water. The corpses floating in the blood lake were suppressed by the blood mushrooms that kept emerging. Crowded the entire lake.

Facing this scene, the temple guards stationed in the temple also widened their eyes, and soon they reported the matter.

The white mouse arrived in a hurry.

At this time, the blood mushrooms had dispersed out of the blood lake and started to spread towards the entire temple.

Is this a blessing from the gods?

Such questions appeared in the mind of the white mouse, but the mutation did not end. A little black appeared, and a spreading black suddenly appeared on the extremely bright blood mushrooms.

Not one blood mushroom, but all the blood mushrooms. On these stacked and swaying red blood mushrooms, deep black began to spread.

After a while, all the blood mushrooms in the blood pool were dyed black and red, and the bright and dazzling red intersected with the deep and deep black.

As the news spread, rat men continued to arrive and came to this temple. However, after witnessing such a scene, they all became a little more panicked.

They are all important figures in the Ratman Kingdom, or in other words, those who can enter this temple are all important figures in the Ratman Kingdom.

But at this time, they all showed panic expressions.

Before, no one looked forward to God's revelation more than they did, but when this scene actually happened, only fear appeared on their faces.

The uneasy expressions of these guys made the white rat frown, and his cold gaze swept across the rat men gathered in front of him.

Silence returned to this sacred hall again.

There was nothing to be afraid of. He was a believer in the gods. He took steps forward and came to the altar that was about to be swallowed up by the black and red blood mushrooms. He knelt down devoutly.

Suddenly, these gathered together, and the rat man who came to the temple knew what he was going to do. Although he was probably still a little scared, he knelt down together with the white rat.

A loud, spontaneous cry of piety.

"Great God! Great God!"

Except for the two warlords who were rat councilors, looking at the spreading blood mushrooms, they knew how these blood mushrooms grew.

These blood mushrooms require flesh and blood to germinate!

Uneasy and fearful, looking at the diffuse blood mushrooms.

When faced with such a scene, the rat priest was indeed more peaceful.

At least these rat priests who knelt down in the temple were frightened, but they still knelt down and became fanatical and pious when they began to shout and pray.

But these two rat warlords were still wavering.

One of the rat warlords gritted his teeth and knelt down, but the other was unwilling no matter what.

Such a scene angered the temple guard standing not far away, and his red eyes were focused on this maniac who was disrespectful to the gods.

In a rage, he rushed towards the rat warlord in one step or two, swinging the sacrificial blade in his hand. How could the rat warlord, who had not held a weapon for a long time in the long-term comfort, resist?

The head was cut off by the temple guard.

The head was full of disbelief. He couldn't believe that as a rat councilor, a high rat councilor, he died like this. Blood splattered and fell to the ground.

The rat warlord who knelt on the ground on the other side trembled a little more. The temple guard who had just executed a rat councilor cast a disdainful look on this rat warlord and didn't do it again.

Executing a councilor is not without a price, even if he is the guard of this sacred temple.

Wiped the blood on the sacrificial blade in his hand, facing the dazzling pillar that always glowed.

The sacrificial blade was placed on his neck, solemn and solemn.

As the hand fell,

Is there any price more severe than death?

The gorgeous blade used for sacrifice fell. Even if he died, the temple guard still used all his strength to make his posture solemn and pious.

Kneeling to the great god.

The surviving rat warlord was frightened and pressed his head tightly to the ground, not daring to move.

The rats present did not focus their eyes here.

The black and red blood mushrooms were still spreading, almost drowning every place in the temple, but the pious and fanatical shouting never stopped.

"Great God!"

Du Yuan stopped moving.

Xiaochun was not forcibly pulled to the rank of demigod. Du Yuan's action was already a kind of forcing things to grow. Xiaochun's original effect, the effect of the god card of Spring Call, was re-catalyzed by the huge power of faith and completed the transition first.

The price is that Xiaochun's path is more strictly bound to Du Yuan and the rat man, which undoubtedly limits Xiaochun's future.

In exchange for a stronger call of spring, the rat man's twisted breeding is increased.

In a gentle movement, Du Yuan put Xiaochun back on the pillar, and Xiaochun climbed back to the pillar with instinctive wriggling.

The pain has not yet passed, and the green branches twitch from time to time.

There is another item that has not been mentioned.

Du Yuan's actions will also bring a consequence, that is, Xiaochun's resentment. The transition of rank brings the improvement of wisdom. After the wisdom is improved, the way he gets along with Xiaochun will inevitably change.

But now he is so rude.

Xiaochun's resentment can't bring more things, it has been firmly tied to Du Yuan's system.

If Du Yuan loses in the battle with the gods of the grassland, then everything is over, and he doesn't have much right to choose.

His sight fell.

It fell on the temple in front of him, and the oracle fell.

In the temple.

The black and red blood mushrooms have stopped growing and spreading. A dazzling golden light fell on the figure kneeling in front of the temple altar.

At this moment, the diffused blood mushrooms naturally fell off and rolled all over the temple.

These precious blood mushrooms were scattered in every corner around them, but no ratman kept his eyes on these scattered black and red blood mushrooms.

Pairs of eager eyes were cast on the figure kneeling in front of the altar.

The gods have not given revelations or oracles for a long time.

What kind of guidance did the gods give?

Can I touch this glory?

Such thoughts flowed in the hearts of every ratman on the scene.

The gods have not guided the ratmen for too long, and every ratman on the scene was eager to listen to the revelation from the gods.

But when their impatient eyes fell on the kneeling figure in front of the altar, their impatient emotions instantly calmed down.

They could only wait quietly.

Until the guy who carried the revelation from God slowly stood up, his cold eyes cast on all the ratmen present.

"God has given revelation."

As he spoke, he gradually became more excited, raised the wooden stick in his hand high, and grinned at the eager eyes in front of him.

"God will bless us, in that war, God will bless us."

This simple sentence caused an uproar on the field.

Du Yuan simply pushed this war to the most tragic situation.