From Skaven to God-King of War

The war is still going on.

The stalemate and loss seem to last for a long time, until one side can no longer bear it, until a grand rout occurs, it seems that only at this time can the real winner be determined.

But one thing seems to be forgotten, or perhaps in the chaotic battle, both sides are completely red-eyed.

The holy war army, the vanguard at the forefront.

Their position is getting closer and closer to the messy stone pillars.

The forefront of the melee between the two sides.

The short sword in his hand broke, but before the long sword broke, another ratman was killed by him, and the long sword broke in the body of the ratman warrior in front of him.

The ferocious expression froze, the scarlet in his eyes gradually faded, and he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything, and fell to the ground.

He couldn't remember how many ratmen he had killed, one after another.

He was too tired, so tired that he didn't even remember the number.

Inexplicable irritability appeared in his heart.

How many more ratmen does he have to kill?

In front of him, another ratman warrior appeared.

As the vanguard, at the forefront, the battle will never end for them.

In the inexplicable irritability, he gave up thinking, and all he had was the kind of unreasonable anger, and all he had was the weapons that he waved again and again in this unreasonable anger.

It can be said that the ratman priests are really a group of geniuses who harm their friends.

Their unscrupulous berserk technique made this war bloody to a point that is difficult to describe.

It's not that there are no smart people on the battlefield who have discovered this.

Those magic knights have a considerable degree of resistance to the berserk technique of the ratmen.

But few of these guys responded to such a situation.

Most of these guys are survivors of the wild run of the rat war.

They lost their territory, their castles, and many things. Everything was reduced to ruins.

These magic knights are different from those farmers who have nothing and mercenaries who sell their lives for money. They join this war to find back what they once had.

Caesar and the churches of the gods promised them that if they were willing to participate in this war, they would be given money to rebuild their territory, a reputation for survival, and the possibility of further advancement, the promotion of the title.

This is also the reason why they are willing to participate in this war.

Obviously, no one will respect a noble whose territory and castle have been reduced to ruins, or a noble whose glory and accumulation have been completely lost.

In this embarrassment, there is even a terrible possibility that they may fall to those humble civilians.

Never, they will never accept this.

It is also at this time that Caesar and the churches of the gods gave them this opportunity, and they must seize it, they have no choice.

They will never fall to those humble farmers, and their surnames will never fade in this generation.

At this time, on this battlefield, these magic knights are so radical.

After all, the premise of everything is the victory of this war.

Even the current situation is inseparable from their promotion.

In addition to the crazy berserk spells cast by the rat priests, various auras of excitement were bestowed on the soldiers of the holy war.

Push forward, keep pushing forward, for victory, for themselves.

In the melee, a magic knight raised the greatsword in his hand high, and a ratman in black armor was beheaded in horror. This was a ratman captain.

Of course, in this situation, even if there was no captain, it would not affect anything.

The rats had no intention of retreating at all.

The blood of the ratman captain splashed all over the magic knight, but his fate was not good enough. A huge, violent giant rat approached him with a dull sound.

He wanted to swing the greatsword to resist, but he couldn't even hold the greatsword in his hand in the huge force.

The greatsword flew out, and the rat troll violently tore off the two arms of the magic knight.

He knelt on the ground unwillingly, wanting to roar.

If he died, everything would be over, the glory of the ancestors, the family, everything, everything would be over.

If you lift the helmet of the magic knight at this moment, you can see an extremely complex and entangled expression on his face.

Struggle, unwillingness, anger, despair, loss, these situations are constantly echoing on the face of the magic knight at this moment.

An extremely special scene.

It's just a pity that the rat troll with red eyes obviously didn't want to appreciate these things. In that heavy force, the head of the magic knight sank deeply into the body and died in an extremely painful way.

Push forward, the holy war army is still pushing forward, although the progress is so slow.

But in the end, they still did it.

In front of the chaotic and strange stone pillars.

An ordinary young man was dying in the siege of the ratmen, and an old figure broke into the battlefield at this moment.

The rat priests finally reacted to something, but it was obviously a little late, and they didn't dare to break into the front line of the battlefield to face this cruel war.

Of course, the ratmen captains might be able to stop it, but they obviously don't understand what the strange stone pillars mean. Even if they understand, they probably don't want to fight for their lives.

A magic knight jumped high and pounced on the strange stone pillars in front of him with a resolute attitude. A rat troll who was getting more and more violent in the berserk spell slapped his chest at this moment and roared loudly.

He regarded the magic knight who jumped high as a provocation to himself.

He pounced on him fiercely.

The magic knight ignored the rat troll who pounced on him, and smashed the strange stone pillars with the big sword in his hand.

Of course, an ordinary sword can hardly cause any effective damage to this stone forest, but what if the sword is brewed with the right magic.

It's just a stone turned into mud, but it's very effective.

The hard stone was softened into mud, and the hard stone pillars were cut off by a sword, and the magic lines on them were interrupted at this moment.

This simple structure began to shake violently because of the loss of a stone pillar.

It was a pity that the magic knight didn't have time to swing a few more swords, and the violent rat troll threw him away, and the brave knight's life or death was unknown.

It was just a little bit, just a little bit.

The relieved rat priests began to shout wildly, and the rat captains finally realized something and began to gather towards the stone pillar.

But this was not the most fatal thing. The most fatal thing was that the rat supervisors moved again. They pushed a large number of rats onto the battlefield again. In the extreme crowd, the rats were pushed forward.

In the chaos and noise, the rats were pushed forward.

Soon, soon this advance army would be pushed to the rear, all of this would fail, and the long and corrupt battle would continue.

Most of the soldiers of the Crusade did not react to what happened.

They did not necessarily know how important the destruction of the stone pillars in front of them was to them, but being pushed back was definitely enough to make them despair.

Especially when the berserk spell was interrupted, and endless fatigue and trance gradually swept over.

Yes, the berserk spell was interrupted, and the startled rat priests finally stopped spreading their damn berserk spells, and all kinds of offensive divine spells were thrown out crazily.

But this actually accelerated the collapse of the holy war army.

Of course, the rats also had to face this problem, and they were in a trance at the sudden end of the berserk spell, but they were different from the human holy war soldiers. They were pushed onto the battlefield.

They never retreated, moved forward, or died.

Whether it was trance, fatigue, fear, collapse, or all these, they had to keep moving forward, without any retreat.

The interruption of the berserk spell by the rat priests saved the life of the ordinary young man.

He was besieged by a team of elite ratmen.

In fact, he should have died long ago, if it weren't for the old figure who blocked the fatal blow for him.

He didn't understand why, why he did this.

Just looking at the figure falling in front of him, the inexplicable anger rose again, even overwhelmed the fatigue of his body.

He roared like a young beast that had lost everything, and fiercely grabbed the spear that the elite ratman in front of him stabbed at him. With a sudden pull, he pulled the insidious guy in front of him over, and the broken sword in his hand cut across the neck of the elite ratman.

The face of the elite ratman who came back to his senses was full of disbelief.

He couldn't believe that he would die here.

There were obviously more and more dangerous situations. During the long run, he survived, but died here.

He was not willing to accept it, but the broken sword cut across his throat, and blood gushed out like a fountain. Obviously, he was no longer alive.

Before he died, this unwillingness turned into a hideous look, and he wanted to drag the damn guy in front of him away together.

But before he could swing the spear in his hand, he lost all his strength and fell to the ground powerlessly without moving.

Well, it was obvious that he was also a victim of those unreliable rat priests, and died unwillingly in the trance of the sudden end of the frenzy.

But what could he do? At least the rat priests were not afraid of his revenge now, after all, he was dead.

The other elite rat warriors who surrounded him looked at each other. Of course, even if one of them died, it would not have any impact on them. If they wanted to kill the heretic in front of them, it would still be so easy.

It just took a little more effort.

They surrounded the violently roaring young man again.

The battle situation suddenly became so unfavorable to the Crusade Army. I am afraid that this bloody battle can end earlier. Some warriors in the Crusade Army began to waver. Even hatred could not completely resist the impact of such a scene on them.

Especially when the frenzy suddenly ended and the unimaginable fatigue swept over.

All that met his eyes were death and corpses. The pungent smell of blood rose to the sky. The battlefield was so noisy, but even the various sharp noises made by the rats gathered together could not completely suppress the mixed screams and wails.

Death was not the worst outcome.

Having limbs cut off, flesh torn off, being cut in half, being pierced by a huge crossbow arrow, running desperately with horrible deformed flesh and blood, none of these things would be more comfortable.

Howling, wailing, sobbing, roaring.

All kinds of sounds.

Looking at myself again, looking down at myself again, I was unconsciously covered in blood.

I wanted to retreat, began to waver, and lost my courage.

I was on the verge of collapse.

The balance of war seemed to have begun to tilt, and the rats were going to be the first to make a move in this war chess game.

It seemed that it should be like this, until a huge roar came from afar, no, not just one, but a huge roar continued to sound.

The human army mages did not sit and wait for death.

At the moment when the elemental turbulence diffused in that area fluctuated, they began to fire, and a large number of elemental disorder cannons were activated at the same time, and the gray chaotic light ball covered the sky.

It hit the elemental turbulence in the sky.

Even though there was a fluctuation, the rough structure supported by a large number of stone pillars was not completely destroyed. It could still play its role. Chaotic element groups collapsed in the sky and disintegrated into a diffuse chaotic magic.

But it was no longer complete after all.

Not all chaotic element groups were successfully intercepted.

Gray magic groups fell on the battlefield, causing violent explosions.

However, it seemed that no effective killing was caused.

These magic groups that crossed the elemental turbulence lost at least half of their effectiveness, and more importantly, these accompanying mages were not as crazy as the rat priests, and they did not hesitate to attack friendly forces.

The position where the chaos cannon was aimed was the edge of the battlefield.

But, is this wise?

No! Wait! It seems that it is not over yet.

The bombardment of the accompanying mages had not yet ended. Elemental Chaos Cannons continued to fall one after another. Gradually, more and more magic light balls passed through the elemental turbulence.

In addition to the terrifying magic infection, the biggest effect of the elemental chaos cannon was the violent shock that spread after landing. Even though these magic light balls were weakened by the elemental turbulence, the shock was retained.

The earth began to shake.

As if changing their faces, the faces of the rat priests changed drastically again.

It was just too late.

The strange stone pillars in the center of the battlefield began to shake.

It was too late to remedy it.

In the violent shaking, a stone pillar tilted, as if it was a chain reaction. At this moment, all the stone pillars began to tilt until they finally fell to the ground.

This strange forest of stone pillars collapsed at this moment and turned into a ruin.