From Skaven to God-King of War

Chaos really began to spread across this land.

The struggle for power has determined the winner.

The swollen corpse was brought into the tall hall by the mercenaries who were eager for wealth, and the lady with red eyes pulled the child into the hall.

The heirs whispered to each other, with malice in their eyes, even though, even though they all had the same blood.

In the desperate fight, this sudden change, everyone wanted to climb the high throne, whether it was the once noble lady or the noble sons who claimed to be elegant, throwing out promises and dividing interests, the huge city was brewing a huge tsunami in an instant.

With the death of the behemoth, all those who were qualified to attend the banquet were eager to surge, wanting to sit down and wanting to eat a lot of food.

There was a slight twist in this banquet.

The dead governor was really brought back, brought back by a young lady, she was so dazzling, so beautiful, and noble, she was once the saint of the Stargazing Church, and the girl who was personally named by the Pope.

Once the most dazzling pearl on this land.

She was also the youngest wife of the deceased provincial governor. Was there love between them?

Maybe.

The former provincial governor was old, but also had a conspiracy. This marriage was opposed by the Pope of the Astronomical Church. The Astronomical Church, which had swept all other provinces in this province and held the God of Astronomy high, did not urgently need a marriage, let alone send its saint as a bargaining chip.

That pure girl, the girl with a bright smile in the purple flower garden, was really regarded as an heir and was regarded as a daughter by the serious Astronomical Pope.

But she was picked by the provincial governor.

At first sight, she fell in love, moved, and the heart of the power animal began to beat, because of that purity and beauty.

Also in the purple flower garden, the old man made a funny expression just to get that bright smile.

Or maybe it is more realistic.

For the sake of profit, to completely bind the Stargazing Church, to make herself and her family reach the top of the city and become the uncrowned king of this area.

Unknown.

As the years passed, the pure girl tied up her hair, gave birth to a child, her eyes were red, and she bit her mouth.

People always have to learn to grow up.

The stable environment was almost broken in an instant. The Stargazing Church, as a pillar, entered into a fierce turmoil together with the Jilang family.

She must learn to grow up. She is the proud daughter of heaven. Fate seems to have given her everything. Even if the situation is bad now, as long as she wants, she can still grasp the power in an instant.

The stern pope appeared at the door of the hall.

The appearance of the knights of the Holy See interrupted the flowing malice. Under the gaze of everyone, the lady with red eyes, the lady pulling the tender child, and the lady who was no longer pure and stained with dust climbed onto the high platform.

The swollen corpse was placed beside him.

Once, she loved him, and the two of them used a pair of simple rings as a witness, but now, the young lady did not even look at the swollen provincial governor.

Carefully pulling the young child, let him step on the high stairs, step on her skirt, and land on the luxurious seat with a high backrest.

The noise sounded, and the young men under the high platform cast their eyes at the lady in anger. They did not agree with the progress of this matter.

The scene was more chaotic than before. The young child was a little more uneasy. He didn't understand why the brothers who used to smile kindly at him were so angry and stared at him. The sight was so terrible.

Somewhat uneasy, he tightly grasped the fingers of the lady in front of him.

The equally old and decrepit Pope of Stargazing walked towards the high platform. His eyes were so indifferent and calm when he looked at everything. He didn't look like a human, but like a god.

Until his sight paused on the girl and the uneasy young figure.

With a little more kindness, the Stargazing Church has not completely lost its power, even though the priests can no longer call on the power of God.

But they still have wealth and power.

Elite knights of the Holy See entered the hall indifferently, and the Stargazing Pope looked down indifferently at the figures in front of him from the high platform.

The killing began.

The turmoil in the city is about to end, and the young second son is helped to the throne, but everyone knows who will be the final winner of this city.

The old Pope overwhelmed all other words.

In this turbulent age, his god has left, but he still stays, keeping the name and glory of the god in this city.

But, is it still useful?

More and more ratmen appeared on the outskirts of the city, with defeat, flames, ruins, and corruption everywhere. Those short-sighted guys, the guys living behind the towering walls, they don’t take the places outside the city seriously.

But would this old Pope of Stargazing, who has experienced countless twists and turns and stories, be so short-sighted?

Is it still useful? The best time to stop a disaster is often when it has not really erupted. Now the flames have begun to spread everywhere outside the city and gather together. A monstrous disaster is about to really gather.

Get ready.

The Stargazing God paid the price for his actions. This time, no god could give him power.

Everything depends on the mortals themselves.

Their fate can only be saved by themselves.

In this dark world, mortals have to decide their own fate.

………….

The rats are still trying their best to gather strength on the battlefield, but the guy who is high above is even weaker.

Hunched back, curled up in the darkness, even blood mushrooms, even the essence of life can no longer restore the vitality of the decayed body.

But the sharp eyes are getting deeper and brighter.

He wants to do something, he will do something.

For the gods, for the gods.

In the deep abyss of the underground rat city, a crazy guy smashed the statue made of mottled crystals in front of him, and picked up the transparent red crystals in the frenzy and excitement.

Not everyone has the courage to cross over, not everyone dares to offend the great god, but he is already crazy, he is already crazy.

Long Claws threw the transparent red crystal in his hand, which seemed to contain life, into the beating heart.

Scales appeared on the surface of the beating heart.

Long Claws chose the right object, and he was also lucky.

The dragon is qualified to climb to the throne of God. Even among the legendary creatures, the blood of the dragon is the best.

Use the heart of the dragon as a carrier, as a transition, fill the pure blood and flesh of the god without a trace of extra will, and add that little essence of life.

This is a key.

A key that can bring about a transition.

There is only one problem. Long Claws's idea is right. The flesh and blood of the god cannot be touched by ordinary things. It must be buffered. The dragon can be used as the buffer material.

But the blood of the dragon is also not something that ordinary ratmen can bear.

Those skinned giant rats almost all entered a crazy, twisted and deformed state, and this is just a trace of the dragon's blood implanted.

Take off the scales on the heart.

Long Claw anticipated the appearance of this scene and made preparations. He prepared a buffering medium, and the dragon scales growing on the heart were the medium.

These scales are impurities spit out by this seed, and they can also bring changes. As a preparation, Long Claw used these scales, the scales grown from the heart, as the first step of transformation.

A crazy idea finally bore fruit in the madness of a guy.

Long Claw, who couldn't wait, dropped a piece of ordinary scale in his hand on a terrified slave rat, and the horrible deformation was born in Long Claw's exaggerated smile.

A real dragon was born in this dark abyss.

Bat-like flesh wings, mouse head, huge body, a huge dragon, a dark dragon, originated from an ordinary slave rat, just dropped a scale.

The dark dragon let out a painful wail. Long Claw did not inject enough nutrients into this transformation. He didn't really want to create a dragon to help a humble guy to truly transform.

Just to verify, to verify a possibility.

In the extreme expansion, the pitch-black dragon suddenly exploded.

He succeeded, the effect of this scale was not much different from what he speculated.

The crazy guy embedded a scale into the flesh.

The terrifying deformation also broke out on the long claws, and scales grew on his body.

Spreading on the flesh and blood that exploded on the pitch-black dragon, swallowing in big mouthfuls, supporting the deformation of the body.

Not enough, not enough, stuffing a bunch of pitch-black blood mushrooms into his mouth.

He is indeed a genius. What this scale brings, it is said to be a transformation, a transition, but in fact it is a kind of pollution. The long claws only touch pollution, but he forcibly opened a way in this pollution.

Turning pollution into a ladder, the flesh and blood left by the gods turned into terrifying pollution, and the heart of the dragon and the drop of life essence sealed in the statue became gentle, turning into a seed, a seed that allows people to touch the gods, a heart of God.

The mottled impurities were spit out and turned into scales, which turned into milder pollution. Inoculating these scales would also bring strength, but more importantly, if you can survive, you will have the qualification to swallow the Heart of God.

It was just that fate seemed to play a joke on Long Claw, and he seemed unable to really bear this pollution.

Deformation began to happen on his body.

The scales that grew on his body were lifted up, and tiny tentacles emerged from the gaps and began to dance.

Of course, he certainly did not want to accept such an ending, he had always succumbed to the so-called fate.

In the red eyes, Long Claw began to devour the flesh and blood of the deformed dragon on the ground, hoping to rely on the flesh and blood that had released power in the deformation to buffer the distortion in his body and adapt to the distortion in his body.

But there was no effect.

He made a crazier move.

He began to devour the pitch-black blood mushroom, introducing a second type of pollution into his deformed body. The erosion of the gods and the pollution of life simultaneously erupted in his long-clawed body. This crazy guy rolled on the ground while wailing, his body constantly torn apart, becoming a battlefield for two completely different pollutions to fight against each other.

Endless pain, struggling to survive in all kinds of extremely amplified feelings.

Until the terrifying distortion slowly subsided, Longclaw ushered in the last glimmer of hope for himself in a certain death situation.

He stood motionless on the ground like a corpse. It took a long, long time before he regained some strength.

Slowly climbed up from the ground, his eyes turned into vertical pupils like those of a giant dragon. Collar pieces remained on his body, and tentacles twisted in the gaps. The distortion and dragon transformation were both retained on his body, bringing with it There is a different kind of weirdness.

He succeeded, half succeeded, survived, and started the real leap.

But it failed, but it was not a complete failure. The pollution of life in his body was balanced by the erosion of the god.

This is a very peculiar situation.

He has indeed become stronger, twistedly powerful.

No more scales were inserted into himself. In this extreme pain, he finally regained some sense.

Madness is a state experienced by every intelligent creature.

Especially in the face of constant failure and never seeing the possibility of success, people lose their minds and become reckless.

But there is no way to get rid of it.

Longclaw temporarily got rid of the frenzy in pain and returned to calm again, no longer recklessly embedding scales into his body.

Standing in front of the heart of God that has been born.

The state of his body at this time will bring unknown effects, which may really drag him into the abyss, and he will begin to feel the inexplicable fear.

Especially after realizing what he had done, he stared at the broken and mottled statue.

Fear began to rise in my heart.

He realized what he was going to do.

The sober Long Claw began to return to the wisdom he should have had.

Start making decisions and regain your senses.

But how long this state can last is unknown.

The madness is still buried in his heart, and he has been unable to achieve his wish. As time goes by, this madness will eventually come back.

He is still a madman. Although he briefly returned to reason in extreme pain, he is still a madman.

But it is precisely because he is a madman that he can truly achieve a miracle.

The beating heart in this deep abyss, the miracle born in the impossible and in the hands of mortals, the ladder climbing towards the gods.

A beating heart of God.

This miracle came from clawed hands, from that crazy idea, and was truly born in the hands of a madman.