From Skaven to God-King of War

There are always ants who keep looking up, wanting to spy on greatness, but the process of spying on greatness is not always so smooth, or in other words, most of the time they face tragedy again and again.

Xiaochun ended her slumber and officially became a demigod. The most essential background is pure life, but it is different from most life gods.

Xiaochun's power is purer and more original.

It is not the various branches and appearances that can refer to life, healing, growth, forests, breeding, health, these superficial appearances, but something more original, life itself, whether good or bad.

Relying on the almost terrifying life carrier offered by the rats, this most essential concept was born.

It is a concept extracted from countless piles of corpses, so naturally there will not be too obvious emphasis, like the life gods on the natural side, they are extremely concerned about the appearance of life, the appearance called nature.

And Xiaochun's life is obviously not so particular.

Deformed, twisted, growing wantonly, upward, natural, these messy things can represent life in his heart.

What is alive is life, and there is no other requirement besides this.

The flesh and blood land that instinctively spreads in the dark abyss of the underground rat city is the continuation of this concept.

It is hard to say who is right or wrong between Xiaochun and the natural gods, but Xiaochun's concept is obviously more in line with this twisted rat empire.

It cannot be said that Xiaochun created this twisted country. Xiaochun has never really interfered with the rats.

He does not have deep feelings for these noisy guys, only a little bit, like treating the unlimited renewal rice bowl.

Well, Xiaochun, who is transforming into a demigod, is not so abundant and rich in wisdom and inspiration, but he is indeed a little depressed recently. He has noticed it, or he is sad for himself.

For the adult who raised him from a wisp of spring breeze to a demigod with an unlimited renewal rice bowl.

Well, maybe it should be described in this way.

Somewhat frustrated, after formally instigating the authority of the craftsman's heart, Xiaochun initially possessed the authority to play with souls. This is a very precious authority, but it does not mean much to Xiaochun.

As a demigod who does not need to work hard to cling to the pillars of God and eat buffets and has never been hungry.

He is not interested in the power represented by this authority, and no matter what, he cannot shake his idea of ​​eating buffets on the pillars of God.

But it is not that there are no benefits.

He has gained the ability to check the memory of the soul, and this ability has made Xiaochun's still slightly ignorant wisdom make great progress.

But recently he found that many things are different from what he saw in that soul.

He has always felt that he is a daughter. After all, in the pictures he saw in the memories of those souls, he felt that he was the daughter of that adult.

After all, that adult has never had any restraint in providing him with food.

Just like the father described in each soul, tall, indifferent, and providing.

That day, Xiaochun mustered up her courage, that terrible day, but the adult gave a cold response.

Xiaochun felt confused and terrified.

At the same time, it was not just these questions that confused him.

He began to think, some questions made him very concerned, starting from the beginning of his transformation into a demigod.

Among the questions that puzzled and confused him, those about Du Yuan occupied a large part, which was not surprising. Du Yuan's figure did occupy a large share in Xiaochun's not long enough life.

The creature enlightened by Du Yuan finally thought about his relationship with Du Yuan. Well, Du Yuan did not do well in this regard.

This guy was always so decisive, fearless, domineering and cold when fighting with gods, which made people fear and respect, but when facing some more complicated problems, he seemed a little at a loss.

Xiaochun is too special and too important to Du Yuan. He will never let go. It's just a matter of how the two of them should get along.

Du Yuan didn't know. This was a long-standing issue. The silent old father might be a little close to such a role.

But the reality made him inevitably do things that went against his heart. Xiaochun was too important to him and he had to hold on to her tightly.

That engraving deepened the connection between the two, but it also made the problem more difficult.

Not knowing how to deal with it, Du Yuan chose to avoid it, just like he had always been so high above, indifferent and without fluctuations.

Even when he was dead with a good look, this guy still sighed.

Awkward guy.

But Du Yuan's avoidance alone obviously couldn't stop Xiaochun from thinking about this relationship, especially when Xiaochun's wisdom had greatly increased after obtaining the power of the soul and his thinking became more active.

The little guy looked a little sad.

This is a very normal situation, a gift and curse from wisdom.

This problem is not easy to solve.

After all, Xiaochun is not a truly innocent and cute little guy.

It’s hard to say whether it’s the influence of the environment.

But it is true that Xiaochun has never interfered with the rats, but He has never opposed the rats' running all the way on this road. Even though this little guy has recently been addicted to watching movies in a pile of crazy souls, His essence is still a flower that has taken root and bloomed in countless corpses.

Yes, Xiaochun bloomed. On the day when He truly became a demigod, a beautiful flower appeared on the creeping vine, a light pink flower that has not yet fully bloomed but still cannot conceal its beauty.

This can be seen from His concept of authority.

Not kind, not evil, but life itself, a natural god with a somewhat confused level.

It will probably take a long time to get the answer to the relationship with Du Yuan.

During this time, He was attracted by another thing, a beating heart, a candy stained with filth.

It was similar to the situation when facing the craftsman's heart. In fact, this candy is indeed related to the craftsman's heart.

There is not much power contained in it, but Xiaochun can't resist his greed.

To some extent, Long Claw's achievements were remarkable, and he was recognized by Xiaochun. He really plundered some high-level elements from the beating heart of the craftsman, and slowly cultivated these elements with his own methods.

But he was not so lucky.

He was watched, because the heart of God was watched by a god.

Of course, Xiaochun did not do anything radical, but just watched the heart of God floating in the transparent column with a little entanglement.

It's really hard to say whether being watched by the gods is a good thing.

Even if it was not noticed, Xiaochun did not do anything, but Long Claw got the opportunity. Xiaochun's existence itself is something that can be encountered but not sought, especially the things he manipulated are so inseparable from Xiaochun.

Everything became clearer, whether it was experiment or distortion.

It seemed that something was helping him to select the answers, and this was not a wrong feeling.

Xiaochun, who had initially gained wisdom, instinctively used the feeling that was beating in her mind. Long Claw's experiments and actions seemed so naked in her eyes. Of course, Xiaochun knew the answer.

With just one glance, He could tell whether Long Claw's tinkering would succeed.

This was an instinct.

Acting on Long Claw and in this area, it became a magical revelation.

He had just started to do it, and the answer had been obtained. The gods knew, and all the results were determined.

This was not a gift, a favor, but also a sign. Long Claw had a chance to succeed. In fact, Xiaochun's appearance here was announcing that possibility.

But Long Claw's recent state was getting more and more wrong.

His eyes were red, and his body had been completely twisted. He could no longer leave this deep abyss.

Like a dragon, but it was a twisted dragon with two pairs of wings and a pair of tentacles, but the head was still a rat man's head.

In fact, there was nothing wrong with Long Claw's judgment. He really didn't have much time left after everything came to an end.

The distortion on his body was no longer easy to suppress. Every day was more different than the day before. But he should have found the last puzzle, or the possible last puzzle.

Like a wild beast digging in the wriggling flesh and blood, the faint blue bones piled up in front of him.

No one told him that the price of choosing this path would be so tragic.

But he still had a chance. He didn't have it originally. He was almost there. It was just a little time. It was just that Xiaochun's appearance gave him such an opportunity. His decisive decision gave him a chance.

This faint blue skeleton, that strange energy, he didn't quite understand, what it was, but it didn't matter.

The faint blue skeleton was melted into steel, and the chains cast into it penetrated the flesh and blood, entangled in every part of the body.

Like a broken basket, it used a rough method to introduce an unimaginable soul force to this body that was constantly twisting in the distortion.

There is nothing wrong with the idea. After all, life and wisdom are not two insulators that will never intersect each other.

But this is not without cost. Unspeakable pain broke out, and life and soul entered the state of explosion at the same time.

The soul of Long Claw began to contact this unspeakable twisted body.

But how to say it, this twisted contact brought the same twisted senses, and Long Claw is not a dragon.

You can feel your changes, the growth of flesh and blood, the displacement of scales, the growth of wings, you can feel everything.

And it's not just that.

The too powerful soul power prompted some sounds that shouldn't appear.

"I don't think I can stay here forever. Why do I have to hide in this squirming flesh and blood all the time! And I have to connect to that damn sac. Can't I have my own life?"

The small intestine of Long Claw made such an accusation.

"You despicable fellow, get out, get out now, don't even think about stealing my food, it's all mine! It's all mine!"

This is the long-clawed stomach, which doesn't seem to be that healthy. The possessiveness is too strong, which may have a certain impact on the health of the body.

This is what Longpaw is experiencing at this time. Many different sounds appear in his body.

Photophobic eyes, a butt that wants to eat, feet that feel like they are being persecuted, hands with obsessive-compulsive disorder, intestines that want to look everywhere, a stingy stomach, noisy voices echoing in my mind day and night, and There is no way around it.

This caused untold pain to Longclaw.

Loud roar.

"Stop arguing!"

It's just obvious that all parts of Longclaw's body seem to want to ignore him.

In the chaotic quarrel, a new voice joined.

An arrogant tail, well, the tail with the claws is also starting to make its own voice, it's an arrogant tail.

Maybe it has something to do with Longclaw's meticulous care of that tail.

After all, the most important thing on a Rat Man, apart from his claws, is his tail. As a priest with big claws, his long claws can obviously no longer be displayed, but his tail is well maintained.

This creates an arrogant tail.

Okay, that's a weird feeling.

In short, this arrogant tail became the last straw that broke the long claws.

Struggling painfully on the ground, various instruments and experimental items that were once treasures were destroyed in this painful struggle, and were easily destroyed by the current long claws.

Well, the destructive power of Long Claw is indeed a bit amazing now. He is already a dragon, a rat dragon, a dragon rat, maybe all of them.

Rolling wildly, shouting, and hitting the ground with his head.

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!

Stop arguing, stop arguing!

I beg you to stop arguing! "

Longclaw almost shouted in collapse, okay, maybe he was not completely prepared for what he might encounter on this road, or maybe those chaotic sounds were really driving him crazy. .

Of course, he knew very well that his body did not really speak. Whether it was his arms and tail, stomach, intestines, or more, this was all an illusion. His soul really began to control this even body. .

But he has gradually lost control of his soul.

The noisy quarrel stopped at the moment Longclaw collapsed, but of course, this was not the end.

Sharp laughter, ugly laughter, plural laughter replaced the quarrel.

Instead it was replaced by a more bewitching discourse.

"If you can't stand it, come be us!"