From Skaven to God-King of War

The rat people have broken through the city wall, and a terrible disaster is about to happen for everyone in the city who cannot escape.

It’s not that no one struggled, many were prepared.

Brighter and brighter lights rise in the city one after another, illuminating the road and preparing to run wildly.

The dark tide crossed the dike.

Countless ratmen, countless ratmen.

It’s not surprising that these guys are extremely excited, for their achievements, for everything they may gain next, and for surviving.

The rat people have always suffered casualties that have no trace of light at all, but these low-level guys have no chance to struggle.

Praying, pleading, restless, and stepping onto the battlefield, just looking forward to this day.

The city has been trampled, and the killing is about to begin. Give it all, for yourself, for the blood mushrooms, for those blue eyes, for merit, for becoming a rat warlord, for an excellent weapon, what you long for. There are really too many, but often I can only wave my arms feebly.

They are the lucky ones, the lucky ones in the Eastern Expeditionary Force. Today, the desperate charge ends and they step onto the city wall.

In unparalleled ecstasy, they raised their weapons high. Ratmen kept falling from the city wall, running wildly because they were carried away.

He was almost completely carried away by the rising desire and joy.

The fire of desire burns everything that possesses intelligence.

And the rat people are even worse. They are dry firewood, coke, or cotton wool. In short, no matter what they are, they are so suitable, and they are so suitable that they raise a hot flame.

It's just that other races and other intelligent beings won't particularly like this crazy state.

Because these lunatics regard them as firewood.

The rat people roared down from the city wall, and the chaotic and noisy sound sounded in the city of Mountain Dew for the first time. It was heard by every resident in the city, bringing boundless fear.

The nobles are ready, and the great nobles are ready.

Guards, mages, mercenaries, magic knights, and those who are qualified to be involved with them live in the top neighborhoods of Mountain Dew City.

All of these gathered into a huge team. They faced the approaching rat people with an urgent attitude. The heavy gears began to rotate, the heavy doors opened, and what they witnessed outside the city The scene was still the same, with countless rat-men, gathering into a dark tide of rat-men, countless rat-men.

This huge team was well prepared and rushed into the gray-black tide in front of them. Like the sharp arrows, they did have some good qualities.

It is simply difficult for ordinary rat warriors to stop them.

He forcibly waded his way through the dark tide.

They are the essence of this city, bringing together the city's last hope and most powerful power, but now, they leave without looking back.

The rat people were indeed bullying the weak and afraid of the strong, and their departure did not trigger a wild riot. The rat people had good eyesight, and the rat people felt that there were more left in this city.

In the hole that this team waded out of, the rat warriors broke away from the dark rat tide, ran excitedly, and poured into the city desperately.

The feast is about to begin.

It’s not that the Star Gazing Pope didn’t respond to such a situation, it’s just that their power was too dispersed and scattered in every corner of the city. It wasn’t that the Star Gazing Pope didn’t respond to this situation, but the rat people gave it. The pressure is just too much.

In order to support this city, the Star Gazing Church is constantly mobilizing various reserve forces into the battlefield.

They were betting on almost all their cards.

So compared to those big nobles, their reaction was so slow and embarrassing.

But after all, the Stargazing Pope is not dead.

The remaining priests, Holy See knights, Faith Guards, and various members in the city are gathering towards the Stargazer Pope. They will also leave the city. Everything is irreversible.

Just before that, the tired stargazing Pope stepped into a flower garden.

Is he tired? Of course he is tired, very tired. He has exhausted all means, made decisions big and small, and struggled with all his strength, but in the end he still received the worst ending. This has brought about Unparalleled exhaustion.

But even so, he has no intention of giving up. He will definitely maintain the church of God.

In the flower garden, the tired stargazing Pope saw the lady in a long black dress. Actually, she was a lady, but in his opinion, she was not much different from before. At the moment of divine enlightenment, he just made He made the decision to dedicate everything to the gods and never marry a wife again.

It's just that as time goes by, there is still a bit more loneliness, especially as the Star Gazing Church becomes larger and his status becomes more respected and superior.

The loneliness became more and more obvious.

Until he took the young child's arm.

The stargazing Pope, who looked exhausted, stood in front of the mother and son, with a long-lost smile on his face.

But it was only revealed to the lady in the black dress, or to the child who once giggled in the deep and cold church.

"Let's go."

It's just that time has passed, and everything is a little different after all.

A young child appeared in front of the Star Gazing Pope. It was the young boy. His face showed hostility towards the Star Gazing Pope, and he was struggling to drag a long sword in his hand.

"I won't leave! It's you who should leave!"

The poor child hasn't figured out what happened yet, but simply, the Stargazing Pope is not prepared to care about such a trivial matter.

Turning around and leaving, he had already made arrangements for everything that followed. He would arrive under the command of the most powerful warlord, and the Stargazer Church would also undergo extensive revisions of its doctrines as a price for surrendering to that ambitious warlord. In exchange for support to maintain the church's existence.

This is not pleasant. He wants to turn himself into a blade and offer it to others, but this is the final result.

A soft sound interrupted his thoughts, and also put a hint of indifference on his expression.

He grabbed the waving sword blade and pulled it gently from the hands of the young figure. With a clear look of disgust in his eyes, the young child slumped down with a crisp sound. on the ground.

The Stargazing Pope did not like the former governor of the Golden Province, or to be precise, he did not have a good impression of the entire Mountain Dew family, which naturally included this young son.

There is no hiding this disgust.

It was revealed directly, and the young boy was frightened to death. Faced with such a situation, tears filled his eyes, and a cry of surprise rang out, and the lady came in eager steps.

After restraining some of the disgust in his eyes, the Star-gazing Pope turned and left again. The figure of the Holy See Knight had already appeared in the distance. Now it was obviously time to race against time, but the Star-Gazing Pope still chose to come here.

Even after arriving here, he didn't even say more words, just glanced at the figure who had become a lady.

As he walked away, the sound of tiny footsteps appeared again behind him, but it was not unfamiliar. He was not prepared, and did not take any precautions.

A sharp blade passed through his chest, blood slowly overflowed, and a trace of confusion appeared on the face of the Stargazer Pope.

He turned around and glanced at the figure who put the weapon into his chest.

It was the figure wearing a long black dress.

There was even more confusion on his face. Who could have thought of it, not even him.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

Not far away, among the rapid footsteps, the sound of armor clashing sounded. The leading Holy See knight's eyes were red. It was obvious that someone was going to pay the price at this time.

There was panic on the face of the lady in black dress, but it was not because of the thrusting sword, but because of the incoming Holy See knights.

The stargazing pope's face was even more dejected, and his back looked so stooped at this time.

The last strength left no formal words, and he did not even mention the gods. At the last moment of his life, this guy who had saved nothing said his last words to the knights of the Holy See who came over.

"Take them away."

Falling down suddenly, the years turn, and after all, everything is no longer the same as before.

The stargazing pope collapsed in this beautiful flowerbed.

The Holy See Knight did not obey the Stargazer Pope's last words. The cold and blood-stained long sword penetrated the lady in the black dress, and the young son was also beheaded.

Amidst sobs, the old stargazing pope was carried out of the castle.

Complete confusion appeared on the faces of all the Holy See knights, priests, and faith guards who gathered here.

Until sneaky figures appeared all around.

The Star Gazing Church is dead, even if the figure who stayed here leaves the city alive. The departure of the Star Gazing Pope has brought them too much confusion and complete shaken.

The struggle of a demigod also came to a complete end.

In the chaos, the battle started. These confused people were not ready to sit still and wait for death. They began to fight the arriving ratmen. Even if their faith was shaken to the point where it was almost impossible to survive, the mortals still had reasons to wield their swords.

To survive.

That messy neighborhood.

The Pitchfork Knight once again grasped the pitchfork in his hand. Even in this huge and rich city, it is not difficult to find a pitchfork.

Such things are really ordinary and can be seen everywhere. The retreating dark ratman left behind a rather exquisite knight's sword. The Pitchfork Knight didn't pick it up and try to use it. He didn't know much, and he didn't know how to use it. Just waving a pitchfork.

The commotion on the city wall and what happened, even if there was no preparation in advance, what it meant was clear at a glance.

There was a bit of fear on Pitchfork Knight's face, because he had experienced this scene before. On the day the village was destroyed, the rat people also broke in through the weak wooden wall like this.

Fear, unspeakable fear.

There was a little more trembling in the body, facing the pitch-black rat tide that crossed the city wall.

Such a scene was not only noticed by Pitchfork Knight, but also by the poor guys in the shanty town.

There was an uproar, but no chaos broke out, which was unexpected.

But it's not surprising. These guys are just wretches living on their last legs, so there's nothing they can't accept.

Pitchfork Knight anxiously ran around the shack.

On the way, he was stopped by a childish figure. It was the childish girl. She was not taken away by the Holy See Knights and stayed with the Pitchfork Knights.

With a look of confusion on her face, she stopped Pitchfork Knight.

"Uncle Knight, why, why do you want to save them? How can they be worth saving!"

Loud shouts.

Indeed, if you think about it carefully, why would Pitchfork Knight save these guys?

Why didn't even Pitchfork Knight himself understand this? His movements came to a standstill, but the thinking didn't last long. In the distance, a horrified cry sounded, but it also made Pitchfork Knight unable to think about this problem. .

He patted the little guy on the head and ran towards that place.

The injuries on his body have not fully healed, or they may have left irreversible disabilities. His movements when running are not that smooth, and the limp comes from the strangeness in his calves.

There was no stagnation in the movement.

After being interrupted for a moment by the immature girl, Pitchfork Knight's fear calmed down somewhat, and what happened when the small village was destroyed stopped circling in his heart.

He couldn't tell why.

Why do you want to do this.

These people obviously have nothing to do with me, but they can't stop walking. They haven't figured it out yet, but they took the lead in doing it.

A swing of the pitchfork killed a Skaven as it leapt out of the darkness.

I couldn't figure it out, but the familiar scene kept lingering in my mind.

Even his body was trembling a little more.

Obviously, Pitchfork Knight didn't know what to do, otherwise he wouldn't have been wandering on the field ridge in despair.

But he didn't know it, but others did.

A clear voice sounded behind him.

"Don't worry about them! Let's run quickly, Uncle Knight!"

Such a simple sentence inspired Pitchfork Knight. He didn't know why he did this, but he figured out what he wanted to do now.

Although I don’t know if it’s too late.

Flames were ignited all over the city, and all kinds of negative emotions filled the air.

The rat men who poured into the city began to kill. They filled the city at extremely fast speeds, almost drowning everything.

The best choice was to capture living slaves, so as to get the greatest benefits, but the bloody massacre still began.