From Skaven to God-King of War

The tall mobile fortress that hit the wall head-on turned into a staircase.

A hole was torn in this solid human fortress.

The rats swarmed in, the rats raised their weapons high and shouted excitedly, almost drowning the fortress in an instant.

The Grand Duke, the commander of the noble coalition, who stood in front of the gap in the mobile fortress, wearing gorgeous armor.

Like a reef standing on the shore to welcome the waves.

It's a pity that the waves are endless.

The fight lasted for a long time until everything was pushed down and burned.

At night, this fortress that had blocked the rats for a long time fell down and turned into a ruin, leaving nothing.

The Grand Duke's gorgeous armor was covered with blood, and many deep and shallow bumps fell on various parts of the armor, but the most fatal thing should be the blood-stained spear that was injected from the lower jaw and pierced through the skull.

It was hung high on this ruin.

A carnival is going on, a carnival in the ruins.

In order to capture this fortress, the rats paid a high price, with corpses everywhere, but how to say it, the rats don't care much about the death of their companions.

In the dark night, flames burned on the ruins, sharp and piercing sounds continued, sneaky guys ran wantonly on the ruins, rummaging through various objects in the messy ruins, arguing and fighting from time to time, and then scattered when the war priests arrived.

A carnival is going on.

………….

A piece of news that made everyone uneasy was passed to everyone's ears.

The rats broke through the fallen fortress, and almost abused one side again in just two or three days.

The defenders in the city of Jilang abandoned the city and fled, and the Golden Province fell again. The rats are coming soon.

This time, how are they going to deal with it?

In fact, things are worse than they thought.

When they got the news, the rats had already rushed out of the Golden Province and took back the land that had been seized.

And compared to the fierce resistance encountered during the last rat war invasion, the enemies that the rats had to face this time were obviously not so difficult.

After several wars, the rats almost beat down the noble knights who were the backbone of the human empire.

Chaos was secondary.

What could the human empire use at this moment to stop the rats who were about to come again?

City of the Sun.

A group of mages found the depressed Caesar.

In the dim room.

The precision machinery that burst out with faint blue light was displayed in front of Caesar.

In this war with the rats, the mages did not gain nothing.

Some wreckage of lightning cannons was found and dismantled by them.

It was just a pity that the rats' lightning cannons did not bring them much technical inspiration.

They were all very ordinary things.

Simple patterns, simple energy pathways, but the energy source was particularly not simple.

The blue skeletons cut into small pieces were obtained by them.

Like the ratmen, these ghost-eyed people were also amazed by the soul energy contained in the blue skeletons.

Compared with the ratmen's rough and just starting magic technology, the ghost-eyed people's mages can use the soul energy contained in these blue skeletons more efficiently.

Used to make special magic equipment, or to improve the spiritual power of mages.

At this time, a magic equipment that uses the blue skeleton as an energy source was placed in front of Caesar.

It was an arm.

Caesar stared at the arm in front of him in silence.

After a long time, he finally spoke.

"Can I try it?"

The leader of this group of mages, the old mage in a robe with white hair and beard, smiled and responded to Caesar.

"Of course!"

Caesar used his remaining hand to pick up the metal arm in front of him, and simply connected it. After the dark blue lines lit up, the arm was successfully installed.

From the initial awkwardness to the gradual familiarity, this metal arm, this complex magic device, gave Caesar a very strange feeling, as if this machine was alive.

The old wizard did not stop talking.

He spoke slowly and steadily to Caesar.

"Your Highness Caesar, this arm is just a hastily made thing, and we will have better works for you later.

The entire empire is in chaos.

But we all know that there are no more choices. Three hundred years ago, the pioneer wizard of the Empire's First Magic Academy explored this world, and the results were not optimistic.

Except for the endless ocean, the great pioneer wizard found nothing.

If we lose this war, then we will also find nothing except the sea water."

Caesar has initially adapted to this magic arm and is already controlling the fingers on it to swing slowly.

This magic arm is very important to him.

He was sure of this the moment he connected it.

At least, it can make him no longer look like a useless person and allow him to stand up again.

During this period of time, Caesar could not help but look forward to this scene many times.

Although the things given by these mages did not fully meet his expectations, the intact arms turned into such weird instruments.

But this is what he expected.

His eyes stayed on the arm glowing with blue light for a long time. Finally, Caesar disassembled the arm himself.

Make eye contact with the old mage.

"Will this arm allow me to hold the sword again?"

Asking this most important question was met with silence.

"cannot."

Caesar shook his head and waved his hand.

"I'll think about it for a few more days."

This was an unexpected answer. At least this group of mages didn't expect it. They just wanted to say something, and the guard standing not far away had already approached.

Soon, silence returned to the room again.

Caesar's shoulder is still moving unconsciously, as if there is an arm connected to it, as if it is complete.

It's just a pity that there is nothing, nothing above.

It's easy to guess what the old mage was thinking. After all, who can still have such prestige now that it's easy to control?

And the most important thing is that they still have to rely on them to take advantage of this kind of prestige.

After all, a hero who can stand up is a real hero.

And a Dawn Knight who can no longer hold the sword is a good Dawn Knight.

It's just that Caesar doesn't want to be reduced to a real pawn, even if he can never stand up again.

He needs to leave himself some leeway.

Was he just like this in the past?

When I was thinking about those complicated things, a thought crossed my mind.

brought silence.

After a long time, Caesar himself gave the answer.

Maybe not.

It's just that the change isn't surprising to him.

After all, he has lost too much, he has lost too much.

Sighing in silence.

After struggling, he turned over and pushed open the window, only to hear a burst of excited conversation.

"You haven't seen that the things those mages tinkered with can really make His Highness stand up!

Really! "

But it was the soldier who was still guarding him who conveyed the news in excitement.

Well, not everything was lost together for Caesar.

Many Jihadi soldiers did not leave after the end of the war and stayed with Caesar for various reasons, ranging from no longer having a home to go back to bowls of meat porridge.

Just like that, they gathered around Caesar.

While looking at these guys, Caesar was able to cheer up a bit.

A towering tower was built on the icy plateau where violent elemental storms were still sweeping through.

Countless elements were stirred up at this moment, and an unprecedented elemental storm entered the brewing stage.

brought revelation.

The mage who presided over the fall of this tower received a revelation. At this moment, he saw a lot.

The world that revolves around the sun is not only these, but also the twinkling stars, the misty and chaotic world. What did he see? He saw one that almost occupied the entire field of vision. What an unimaginable one. ! A cold bloody sun!

At this moment, the poor guy's body began to shake involuntarily.

The expression on his face also changed violently as his body shook.

Surprise, confusion, fear, horror, and piety, yes, piety. Involuntarily, he felt that many chaotic voices were singing in his mind, and involuntarily, he sang together with the voices in his mind.

Involuntarily, involuntarily, he began to sing loudly about His greatness.

He began to call out to the gods.

In the towering tower on the icy plateau, many young mages cast their eyes on their teacher with great concern.

As one of the few masters of inscriptions and tectonics in the empire.

From the proposal of the plan, to the site selection, to the final completion of this tower, almost everything was led by their school.

When the tower was about to be built, their teacher had a premonition that there would be an elemental storm. However, no one expected that this elemental storm would be so fierce that it would almost interrupt all their communication channels with the outside world. .

But simply, the tower they built was strong enough. Even if the elemental storm was so violent, it did not shake the tower.

But their teacher seems to have some problems.

Finally, the senior brother among them plucked up the courage and leaned towards the teacher who had been sitting on the ground since the elemental storm started blowing, muttering to himself in a low voice.

"What's wrong with you, teacher?"

But his balance was suddenly broken, and he was caught by his teacher who was muttering lowly and grabbed him by the shoulder.

The force was so strong that it almost knocked him down to the ground.

The face with an extremely exaggerated smile was immediately in front of him.

"I'm nothing, I'm nothing, I just saw the great god, I just saw the great god!"

"O God! O God! How great, how great!

Great God! "

Chaotic words kept coming out of the mouth of the teacher who was always calm and wise. Although he had a smile on his face, an exaggerated smile, he could clearly see the unsuppressed pain from such an expression.

At this time, a young wizard not far away was frightened and screamed, attracting the teacher's attention.

A sharp and twisted roar.

"How dare you, why don't you sing praises to the gods, the gods are so great!"

The spell was condensed in an instant, and blood and flesh splashed in the sound of rock collision.

The terrified shouts continued, and their teacher also began to move.

Under the gaze of the young wizard who fell to the ground, everyone died.

Everyone in the tower died, leaving only him and the teacher.

Soon after, the teacher came back covered in blood. The teacher was very pleased that he could keep quiet and did not kill him.

In front of him.

Using the flesh and bones of the brothers and sisters, he began to paint on the wall of the tower.

A bloody sun slowly took shape.

It was depicted, but it was missing something, lacking some flesh and blood. The teacher did not use his flesh and blood, but began to dissect himself.

In this way, he peeled himself off in a crazy laugh, adding his blood and flesh little by little to the almost completed pattern.

The young mage survived and witnessed all this in a daze.

The storm gradually stopped.

The dark blue lines outside the tower also gradually dimmed.

A team of mages appeared outside the tower. The lord and his students in the tower had not contacted them for a long time.

Many lords were anxiously waiting for the news from the tower.

They were eager to know whether the imagined endless magic tower was successful.

So, they appeared here.

Even if the storm gradually subsided, this cold plateau was not safe enough.

In doubt, the leading battle mage opened the door of the tower.

A terrifying and grotesque scene appeared in front of them.

That noble lord died, with a twisted and hideous smile of satisfaction, and died in a rag-like manner.

His students disappeared, except for a guy sitting on the ground in a daze.

The leading battle mage walked over quickly and came to the only guy who was still alive.

He asked loudly.

"What happened! What happened here!"

With such shouts, the stunned guy came back to his senses, and finally, he came back to his senses.

A strange and hideous smile appeared on his face.

"We saw the gods, we saw the real gods in that storm!"

Following his sight.

The captain of the battle mages looked at the wall of the tower, where a cold bloody sun was painted.

Behind him, a loud chanting sounded.

It was the stunned guy who survived.

He shouted loudly at this moment.

Shouting loudly to the cold sun painted with blood, bones and flesh.

"Great God!"

Watching this bizarre scene, the battle mage captain shuddered for no reason.