From Skaven to God-King of War

The defeat on the front battlefield was quickly conveyed to the underground Rat City through a secret network.

Rat Zhan was not prepared to convey this news to the rear.

But his every move was watched by the eyes in the secret place.

The rat assassin who came to Bai Shu this time was no longer the tall white rat man.

Not so expressionless, the sight of Bai Shu with a trace of reverence and fear.

Is it really necessary to be afraid?

Bai Shu's condition is even worse.

Curled up in the dark, hunched over, and old.

An old guy.

Listening to the situation being conveyed.

Only his eyes, only his eyes are still so sharp.

When you are old, you always like to sigh, and Bai Shu has not escaped this rule.

"I am old too."

The passage of time and the deterioration of his health forced Bai Shu to admit that he had to admit his old age, and also forced him to recognize some situations that he could no longer avoid.

He may not be able to witness the end of this war. In this third war of gods, he wanted to offer the gift to the great god, but he may not be able to offer it to the great god before he dies.

This may not be a good thing.

If he gave up some things, then the white rat might set his sights on other things, which is a very dangerous situation.

Rarely, the long-silent high priest reappeared in the sight of all the ratmen and came to the original temple of the great god.

The temple guards guarded him by his side with solemn faces, and the rat priests fell behind him and followed carefully.

Along the way, he did not hide his whereabouts.

Step by step, he walked towards the original temple of the great god.

This temple was built bit by bit under the witness of the white rat.

Today, this already simple original temple was emptied, and no ratman was qualified to step in here, even the temple guards were no exception.

Along the way, the white rat received countless kowtows.

Countless rat pilgrims bowed to him, with such fanatical looks, as if seeing him was seeing a god.

But the white rat did not even look at these humble guys who looked like grass.

Step by step, his steps were not big, and even some difficulty could be seen.

Until he stepped into the temple of the god, which was too simple for the rats now.

No rat knew what the white rat was going to do, and no rat knew what the white rat did in the initial temple.

But the appearance of the white rat itself was already a big deal, enough to make any so-called big man in the rat empire nervous.

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Long claws were very uneasy, from a light summons.

There were not many guys in the rat empire who were qualified to summon him, or only one, even though he rarely showed up in any occasion, but just relying on the appearance of the giant rat, his position as a rat councilor was unshakable.

He is indeed one of the most powerful ratmen in the Ratman Empire. Hiding in the abyss of the underground rat city and being unknown is just his own choice.

But these can not make him more stable at this time, nor can they make him less uneasy at this time.

He quickly left the abyss and shuttled alone in the tunnel of the underground rat city. The fine scales on his body were more conspicuous, but these were all covered by the wide cloak on the surface of his body.

But the conspicuous vertical pupils were difficult to cover.

Recently he has had a clue, a clue from the dark blue skeleton.

Long claws did not really recognize the existence of the soul.

But he first keenly perceived the relationship between the body and the soul. He found out why it was difficult for him to control the changes in his body, which came from imbalance.

He felt that there should be something in his body that corresponds to the energy in the dark blue skeleton, and at this time, there was an imbalance between this thing and his increasingly powerful body.

This is a correct idea.

After all, a strong soul can control a strong body.

Long Claws is indeed a genius. After finding the idea, he immediately began to try to use the power of the blue skeleton to strengthen his soul.

Until this summons.

He came to the inconspicuous cave, and just stood there, he was told that he could go back.

At this moment, surprise, anger, anger, all kinds of emotions appeared in his mind one by one, his expression became extremely hideous, and the pupils in his eyes completely shrank into a vertical slit.

All kinds of thoughts swirled in his mind.

But in the end, he stopped at uneasiness, lowered his head, and chose to endure.

This guy has enough courage, but he doesn't have the courage to continue.

It's awkward, right? It's not surprising. Maybe it can be called inferiority, which comes from the scars left by his own slave rat experience.

With the rise of status and becoming a ratman councilor, this scar will no longer be easily touched, except when facing two guys who have always been so high, or indifferent, or arrogant.

In front of the white rat, he seems to have always been so humble.

In front of Shu Zhan, he had always been looked down upon by that arrogant guy.

He lowered his head and did not leave immediately.

Long Claw stood in front of the White Rat's door for a whole day and night, but he was not summoned.

After the initial resentment, Long Claw was more afraid. Would the White Rat be so bored?

No, the terrifying White Rat in his impression would never be so bored.

Then why?

For no reason, he felt a little more uneasy.

Even the experiments after returning to the abyss were a little more absent-minded.

He still needed time to think about why. He had done such a bold thing as stealing holy objects, so he certainly had an understanding of the power stationed in the Desolate Mountains.

The most powerful temple guards had been stationed near the initial temple and had never moved.

That was a terrifying force. Not to mention him who had just embarked on the path of transformation, even if the black dragon was reborn intact in the abyss, facing that temple guard, he could not escape the fate of being suppressed instantly.

And this temple guard, White Rat must be able to mobilize.

Uneasy, inexplicably panic, he needed to do something.

Long Claws lost his calmness that he had finally recovered. His current state was not right. The scales on his body were growing rapidly and moving disorderly on his body surface.

What he should do now is not to worry, but to devote all his energy to the completion of the Heart of God.

It's just a pity that his state is gradually getting out of control.

The white rat only summoned Long Claws and then chose not to see him.

Just this made Long Claws so uneasy and panic.

A message was brought back from a distant place by the rat caravan to the underground rat city, and along with this message came all kinds of special trophies.

Each one had a faint blue eye.

The rat caravan publicized the defeat on the front line and stripped Rat War's underwear. The reason for doing this was of course not only to disgust Rat War, but actually to do business.

The label that was hit along with the news of the defeat on the front line was the precious magic eyeball from the powerful heretic, which was most suitable for showing his own merits and making the release of divine arts smoother.

Best-selling, the price itself is doubled again on the basis of super double, everything is business, of course, there is also the meaning of disgusting rat war.

However, this also indirectly spread the situation of the battlefield to all parts of the rat empire.

Long Claw also knew the news, and he spent some time to understand the situation on the front line more deeply, including why the battle was in a stalemate.

Among them, the existence of the magic cannon was known to him.

He knew what he was going to do.

Let your mind begin to fluctuate, this is an extremely dangerous thing, and manipulating unstable mind is a very simple thing.

But there is no way, touching the forbidden area is an extremely dangerous thing, and the power of the gods is not so easy to covet.

Long Claw's movements are fast and efficient.

The dark blue metal frame is engraved with complex patterns, gathering elements and then throwing them out. This is not a complex mechanism in itself.

It's just that for a long time, the concentration of elements in the restricted world has made it difficult to do this.

But now, the environment of the world has changed.

Moreover, the rats have an absolute advantage that the dark-eyed human race cannot match anyway.

The existence of the blue skeleton, with high enough energy, can produce absolutely powerful bricks.

As long as the energy level I output is high enough, as long as the energy I output is enough, there will be no difficulties or bottlenecks.

Ratman technology is shocking!

On this day, the primitive man built a dark matter catapult and prepared to push it to the battlefield to fight against other people's serious cannons.

A very strange picture.

It took only one day for Long Claw to complete the prototype of this magic cannon.

Then, this prototype was sent to the battlefield on the front line.

After doing all this, Long Claw breathed a sigh of relief, and his fear and anxiety gradually faded, and rationality and calmness returned to his heart.

But suddenly, he came back to his senses.

He realized that something was wrong.

He noticed the problem with himself, and his two claws were tightly clinging to the glass column carrying the Heart of God, and his appearance at this time was reflected on the smooth glass surface.

He saw the fine scales constantly emerging from his body, and he saw clearly his eyes that had completely turned into vertical pupils.

Everything was so strange.

The power of God was not so easy to covet.

Long Claw finally realized what he had to do now. It was not to worry about the gaze of the white rat, not the damn magic cannon, not the situation of the war, not even God, nothing.

He had to be quick, to quickly complete the Heart of God in front of him.

Before he was completely distorted from mind to body, he had to be quick, he had to be quick!

Only in this way could he save himself, only in this way could he save himself.

He turned around hurriedly and grabbed the things on the table. He still had time, he felt that he still had time.

But was it really still?

In the corner of this dark and deep abyss, Long Claw's work area.

A poor guy was hung high up, in a mess, dying.

It was gray stone. Obviously, it fell into the hands of Long Claw. This was really not a very good result.

But fortunately, he is still alive, and not just alive. Although he doesn't know how long he can live, Gray Stone is not desperate. This dazed guy has been watching Long Claw's movements these days.

He is learning. Although Long Claw has been crazy these days, he saw the contents of the scroll being reproduced in his hands.

This made him look very seriously.

The increasingly crazy laughter appeared deep underground and echoed in the corners of this deep abyss.

Long Claw felt that he still had time.

But in Gray Stone's view, he is not much different from before.

They are all the same crazy.

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The ratman's magic cannon was carried to the battlefield, and the ratman priests quickly figured out how to use it.

It's not complicated. Just fill the dark blue bones and wait for the majestic energy to gather on the metal frame engraved with dark blue patterns.

This hastily made thing is not particularly safe. Most of the gathered elemental energy will dissipate on the spot, which is an obvious loss of power. But no matter what, this thing that Long Claw hastily made in a day is much better than the horror series of war weapons that the Big Claw priests tinkered with.

At least the first shot did not go wrong and was fired smoothly.

The only thing that is not so good is that the sharpening of this thing was done by our own people. The ratman priest who debugged this prototype cannon obviously did not estimate the trajectory and attack distance.

The faint blue compressed element group exploded on the ratman’s own position.

It brought a huge sound. The faint blue element group mixed with soul power did not create as clear damage effect as the human side’s magic cannon.

The diffused elemental turbulence began to dissipate in a very short time.

But in contrast, a more horrifying effect appeared. The soul power that was not fully released began to vibrate in the fluctuation of the element. A dark blue lightning spread across the battlefield, indiscriminately attacking all the intelligent creatures included in the range.

It seemed that only intelligent creatures were attacked. Even if those low-intelligence insects, birds and beasts were swept by the dark blue lightning, they would only stagnate for a short time and soon return to normal.

But the guy with higher intelligence was not so lucky.

The faces of the ratmen were still dull and confused. It was obvious that they did not expect to be hit by something thrown from the rear.

The expression on the face was frozen, and a dark blue line like lightning climbed on the cheek. They were not dead, and their hearts were still beating, but their pupils were scattered and no longer responded to the situation outside.

The minds of these ratmen seemed to be wiped out by the dark blue lightning.

This situation is not much different from being dead.

The mind was wiped out, leaving only instinct.

Although they didn't know why the movement and effect of their magic cannons were completely different from those of the other side.

But the rats who believed in pragmatism didn't have too many ideas about this.

They didn't care much about the principle of the thing in their hands, what caused the difference in the damage effect, and what the dark blue skeleton they filled in each time they activated it was.

It's OK as long as they can use it.

In short, push it to the battlefield and bomb it!

The Eastern Expeditionary Force, which had been suppressed for a long time, finally had a certain ability to fight back at this moment.

The mutual bombardment began at the first time. This group of guys even didn't hesitate to drop the dark blue lightning on their own positions, while calibrating the trajectory and continuously firing.

Although it was just a prototype, the lethality of this thing was no worse than that of the Dark Eye Human Race.

It almost indiscriminately cleaned the attack coverage area, and the dark blue lightning would even spread underground along the tunnel.

After one shot, although it could not cause serious damage to the underground tunnels and fortifications, there would not be many real living things left in this area.

After several rounds of calibration, finally, a cannonball hit the human position.

The sentinels stationed at the front line of the noble coalition had just sent out the warning signal, and the attack fell so urgently.

They noticed the unusual movement of the Eastern Expeditionary Force, but did not expect the ratmen to be so anxious.

Serious guys would definitely not use their own people to deduce the trajectory. Obviously, the rat priests of the Eastern Expeditionary Force who manipulated the magic cannon were not serious guys.

The scene in the ratmen's position was played out in the front-line troops of the noble coalition.

After the elemental turbulence that quickly subsided, it was the real blow. The dark blue lightning spread rapidly along the ground. In an instant, the front line of the noble coalition was completely quiet.

The dark blue lightning patterns climbed on the faces of human soldiers, military mages, magic knights, and all the affected dark-eyed human faces.

The stronger mental power of the accompanying mages and magic knights did not allow them to survive the terrifying lightning strike, and they also fell silent in an instant.

The only things that were still moving in this frontline position were the war horses of the magic knights, but these war horses seemed to be frightened and began to break free from the reins. No one paid attention to these rioting war horses.

The dark blue lightning pattern brought silent terror. The attacked person was like being kissed by the devil, sinking silently, which was no different from death.

The terrifying lightning bombardment.