From Skaven to God-King of War

The tower was successfully activated, like a large antenna, which could continuously transform the surging elements on the plateau into magic power and spread it in all directions.

There was nothing wrong with the function. This was indeed a tower that could change the times.

At this dangerous moment of external and internal troubles, the magic industry of the Dark Eyes took the most critical step.

This is very important. With almost infinite magic power, there are too many things that can be changed.

It was just that the day when the tower fell, the day when the elemental storm was violently stirred, and what happened on this day painted a hazy bloody shadow on everything.

The dead master of structural science and his students, the surviving students had completely gone crazy, whispering day and night, and the bloody sun painted with blood, flesh, and bones.

He suggested to the great wizards many times that they should treat this matter carefully. This matter is not simple.

It’s just that this tower is too important, even the death of the master and his students was suppressed and taken away.

The bloody sun was also washed and whitewashed.

Seven days had passed since the storm. He witnessed the death of the only survivor. The white sheets were stained red by his blood. He seemed to want to draw something.

What to draw?

Draw a bloody sun.

It must be! He must want to draw a bloody sun!

The doctor who was watching was frightened by such a picture. It was a lady, a beautiful lady, with an extremely plump and proud figure. Such curves were really hard to extricate oneself.

Well, this seems to be a bit offensive, but I can guarantee that this is an occupational disease and is not an intentional offense. After all, it is well known that combat mages always deal with ratmen roaming in the corners of the city. It is certain that they have keen observation skills.

When the lady screamed, I broke into the room.

This time, the beautiful lady finally stopped showing such disgust to him.

She was even held in his arms for a time. Ah, such softness was intoxicating.

But I had to break her neck.

She saw it, she saw it, she saw the pattern, the sun painted with blood, flesh, and bones.

This sun should not be seen, it should not be seen.

It will bring disaster, it will destroy everything.

As for why I know this.

Because I also saw it, and I can't forget it.

The burning flames destroyed everything left here. From today, a secret sect began to spread among humans.

The exploration of magic power brought a possible trigger for destruction to humans.

This is certainly not a good thing, but it must be admitted that if this tower that can capture boundless magic power is not built, the Youyan people may not even be able to survive today.

The rats have really surged over and are destroying everything.

Does Du Yuan know all this? Du Yuan certainly knows.

After all, the object pointed by the bloody sun is not anything else, but the incarnation of his kingdom of God in the chaotic realm, and the kingdom of God pointing to him can be said to be pointing to himself to a certain extent.

How to say it, even this set of rituals is more orthodox than the rituals that the rat people used to worship him.

It's just that Du Yuan did not respond to these new believers of his.

During this period of time, Du Yuan made a choice about his own path.

He chose to let it go, and did not correct the increasingly skewed path, but chose to let it go.

It brought some different changes, and the weight of the power of faith in his power was constantly declining.

Instead, those complicated and chaotic thoughts began to fill his eyes.

The sun that his kingdom of God turned into seemed to really start burning and had mass. Those chaotic thoughts, various surging thoughts, and desires became his new source of power.

In this process, his own and the priesthood that was constantly being born became the medium for communicating these messy thoughts.

War, redemption, life, merit, power, suffering, scarlet, reproduction.

War priesthood is Du Yuan's ladder to godhood. Salvation comes from the prayers of countless lowly guys, life comes from the worship of blood mushrooms, conspiracy and breeding come from the fighting between rat priests and the contribution of the breeding houses made by the big claw priests.

These priesthoods that Du Yuan himself possesses and subsequently creates are constantly changing with the deviation of Du Yuan's path.

Even Du Yuan himself doesn't know what the final result will be.

But since the choice has been made, there is no need to hesitate.

Compared with the magnificent war going on in the center of this world, the changes brought about by the deviation of his own path are really inconspicuous.

It's just that this process is not so comfortable.

After leaving the mature framework of believing in gods, Du Yuan was forced to have a closer contact with the power he possessed.

Now he is actually closer to those ancient gods, the oldest gods, but those ancient gods that were born with the world do not have the desire to contact such chaos as that guy.

After all, desire is a new concept that emerged with the explosive birth of intelligent creatures and these inconspicuous mortals. Naturally, it will not be mastered by those ancient gods who were born in ancient times and are born sacred.

It is just that it is not that easy to be an ancient god.

Without godhood, priesthood, or divinity, they who are restrained by those great powers must bear and contain their own authority.

The time it takes for a young ancient god to grow up from birth to adulthood is almost calculated according to the era.

And Du Yuan is now experiencing this process quickly.

In the blood-red sun, on the throne of bones, a silent god sits on it, and countless thoughts are entangled in him. He cannot resist this process, which is a painful process.

This is an extremely powerful god. In an instant, he can destroy countless people, but such a powerful force cannot make him avoid such pain.

This is a necessary process to greatness.

If he wants to control those chaotic thoughts, he must learn to adapt and must be able to bear it.

Bear the love and hate, anger, fear, courage, cowardice, despair, hope, and everything from countless creatures.

He can truly hold these in his own hands.

During this time, the countless wails and resentments that entangled in front of him made him dizzy.

These were all made by the rats. The endless sacrifices brought Du Yuan too many such entangled thoughts.

It made him exhausted.

However, he had to admit that if it were not for the rats' continuous and fanatical sacrifices, he might not even be able to get to this point.

This is indeed what he must bear.

He rubbed his head.

He lowered his head, his sight passed through the kingdom of God that turned into a bloody sun, through the hazy and chaotic space, and fell on an ordinary planet, on the group of noisy rats.

Retracting his sight, Du Yuan murmured in this empty kingdom of God.

"Even the steam engine has been developed, I thought you guys would be far ahead on the hamster wheel."

At this time, Xiaochun appeared in the kingdom of God, climbed onto the armrest of the skeleton throne, and straightened up. Du Yuan stretched out his hand and teased the little guy.

The pain on his face was relieved a little.

It was not easy to bear all this, and Du Yuan could only grit his teeth to bear it. In the countless thoughts and various desires, he felt that his emotions had become less and less sensitive and dull.

But fortunately, he was not defeated.

Even so tired.

……………….

The three rat warlords officially parted ways in front of the Wave City, in order to more efficiently record merits, killing, looting, and all kinds of things.

Of course, it was also to compete for superiority.

The fall of the Golden Province again made these three guys taste the sweetness, and the rat lords and temple guards standing behind them finally had income.

One by one, the rat caravans dragged the slaves who had just been pulled down from the battlefield, and the expressions on their faces were all that irrepressible ecstasy.

After all, this is a rare thing, and this time period is extremely good, after all, the war has been stagnant for a while.

All kinds of sacrifices are becoming scarce. At this time, they will undoubtedly make a fortune by taking these rare things back.

Of course, it is not just that.

These captives dragged back will be conveyed to many guys in the Rat Empire as a signal.

After all, the success of the war represents many things.

The flourishing of blood mushrooms, more weapons demand, more young rats, everything can start to turn around.

When there is no war, most of everything in the Rat Empire is stagnant.

War, bringing back sacrifices and spoils, requires more weapons, food and rats. A bigger war is about to appear, and more sacrifices and spoils will be brought back, forming a cycle.

After a cycle falls, in the carnival, this cycle will be pushed faster.

Now, it is entering the acceleration stage.

As long as more things and victories can be brought back by these rat warlords and supplied to the Rat Empire in the rear, then this war weapon can be operated continuously.

Of course, this has nothing to do with the fact that the rat warlords parted ways in front of the city of Jilang.

The main problem is that the humans did not put up any fierce resistance, which caused any obstacles to them, and it was related to the fact that these three guys were not of the same mind.

The human army stationed in Jilang City did not even dare to fight the rat warlords and fled.

Perhaps there was nothing wrong with the decision of these guys. After all, Jilang City is still in a state of ruins, which really can't give people much confidence.