From Skaven to God-King of War

On the chaotic battlefield, the rats and the ghost-eyed people are still fighting day after day.

Death, roar, raised dust, and the hardened and cracked earth stained with various strange colors by the chaotic elements.

It seems to be an illusion. I always feel that if I dig out some of the soil on the battlefield and fill it into the rats' latest magic steam hybrid furnace, it seems that it can be used as fuel.

The war has lasted for a long time, and both sides have accumulated too many lives on this small piece of land.

The river is about to be filled with war equipment and warship wreckage by the rats. The river water is no longer as clear as it used to be, but has become turbid and black. It is obviously a constantly surging river, but in this area, it is like a dirty and smelly ditch.

Twisted steel structures and wreckage, these things are like sharp and twisted thorns piercing out of the turbid black water, spreading unscrupulously on the river surface.

There must be a winner.

There must be a winner.

The war priests on the other side of the river almost always keep their eyes on the fortress with mottled scars on the opposite side, and always cast their sneaky eyes on the exhausted human army.

Their tactics are not so clever, not so exquisite, but a bit rigid, but they can bring the greatest pressure to the group of heretics, which is also the most suitable for the current situation of the rats.

It is endless pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure more, not giving the group of humans a chance to breathe, looking for every possible opportunity, pressure, pressure more.

Just like now.

The war priests sensed a possible opportunity.

Not long ago, an army left the fortress and left to the rear. This may be related to the flag that was constantly marching across the river, but it undoubtedly caused the defense of the Youyan people on this line of the fortress to be a little slack.

These warriors of the Ghost Eyes are not the iron golems. They have been seriously lacking the necessary repairs in the long war. The rotation of the battle line depends on the fixed armies that are constantly replaced in the fortress.

And not long ago, one of the armies left this battle line.

So? So! Put some more ratmen! Put some more ratmen!

Like this? Can this crush these damn heretics?

This idea came up.

These war priests are not just thinking about this matter, they really try it this way.

Countless young ratmen who were newly incorporated into their ranks were simply issued a simple magic spear and then rushed to the battlefield.

The weapons in the hands of the ratmen have been constantly iterating.

It must be admitted that Graystone is already an absolute key figure in the field of ratmen weapons.

Everything he made was very special. The magic rifle had become something very exaggerated in the continuous iteration. In a full-load attack, it could even penetrate the steel golems made by human mages for their own mage towers or spell nodes on the battlefield.

And the most important thing is that Graystone's works are born with a temperament that seems incompatible with the technology line of the ratmen.

Reliability, the weapons he researched actually have reliability and safety.

This made the ratmen's gun-carrying team gradually gain a great reputation on the battlefield. With the replacement of weapons and the continuous improvement of the shooting level after the gun-carrying team survived the battlefield again and again.

As for why these gun-carrying teams can survive the battlefield again and again, it is probably because the weapons in their hands can shoot far enough.

Some of the experienced guys are constantly approaching the direction of the elite units, standing in the corners of the battlefield, in the corners that are difficult to observe, and accurately sniping and killing the commanders and mages of the ghost-eyed human race and some tricky targets on the battlefield.

Of course, there are only a few gun-carrying teams that can do this. Most of the guys are better at raising their magic guns in the safe corners behind the main force, and carrying out slightly more accurate suppression attacks on the enemy while dancing.

And sometimes it is inevitable to attack friendly forces.

But how to say it, the battlefield needs these noisy guys, but not all of them are noisy.

Those unlucky guys who charge forward are the majority on the battlefield, and it is obvious that in the current war, even these cannon fodders should hold something in their hands.

The spear can no longer be used as the main weapon.

Faced with such a problem, the industrial zone of the Waste Slag City took the lead in providing a solution. The cannon fodder type I magic rifle has a simple structure, just an iron pipe engraved with magic patterns and a trigger. Yes, just like this, a magic rifle is produced.

The quality is extremely poor. According to the test, the actual service life of a brand new cannon fodder type 1 can only support it to fire about ten to fifteen magic beams.

And this is even just the test result under the best conditions. The more realistic situation is that often before ten shots, these simple iron pipes may disintegrate by themselves. The more realistic situation is that in a battle, the war priests will probably only give the young guys holding these cannon fodder type 1 a low-quality soul stone that is only enough for three shots.

It is enough. All these shortcomings bring some outstanding advantages that cannot be ignored, such as extremely low cost, production difficulty and lightness.

As long as you casually play one or two hundred blood mushrooms, those big claw priests will immediately be able to bring you a batch of cannon fodder that can arm a thousand-man army. It can even be said that the transportation costs of those inferior green soul crystals and big claw priests as ammunition are more expensive than these broken iron pipes.

Its production difficulty is even lower to an outrageous degree. As long as you want, any industrial zone in the Ratman Empire has the ability to produce tens of thousands of such broken water pipes in a day, and this is just the minimum.

If the industrial zones of the Underground Rat City and the Waste Slag City put aside other things and concentrate on producing such broken water pipes, it will probably not take many days, and even the numerous slave rats in the Ratman Empire will be able to have a magic rifle in hand.

Under such circumstances, the power of this Cannon Fodder Type 1 is not low, and it is definitely far inferior to that made by Gray Stone, whether in terms of distance, accuracy and power.

However, compared with the magic firearms commonly equipped by the Dark Eye Human soldiers, although there is also a big gap in shooting distance and accuracy, to put it simply, this broken water pipe has no accuracy at all. Whether it can hit the target beyond ten meters basically depends on fate, but the power is slightly better.

There are various problems, but due to its low cost and easy production, this simple magic firearm quickly became a regular weapon of the rat army.

For every young ratman newly incorporated into the army, his first weapon is probably this Cannon Fodder Type 1, and his last weapon will probably be this Cannon Fodder Type 1.

At this time on this battlefield.

The young ratmen warriors rushed to the battlefield under the scolding of the war priests, crawled out of the trenches, fortresses and ruins, and in fear, many young ratmen would use up their ammunition at this time.

The green beams scattered in the sky, and the effect was good. At least this round of magic beams scattered in the sky could temporarily suppress everything on the battlefield. No one wanted to be killed by these randomly scattered beams.

It could prevent these young guys from being killed in large numbers by fierce attacks just when they climbed out of the trenches.

Various kinds of berserk spells fell.

The group of war priests were still shouting wildly.

"For the gods, for the great gods!"

"Kill these heretics, kill these heretics!"

"Charge! Charge!"

The young rats with red eyes began their own charge. The wreckage of war equipment and rat warships sunk in the river had become a real bridge, making it no longer difficult for the rats to cross the river.

The young rats jumped and ran wildly on the ruins on the river.

Such scenes have happened many times in this area, and everyone is familiar with it.

Various kinds of magic cannons were pushed onto the battlefield by the Ghost Eyes.

During these long years, they relied on their absolute advantage in firepower to hold the rats back.

The rats were far behind in this respect. Even though the lightning cannons had been upgraded and modified time and time again, they were still far behind the magic cannons of the Ghost Eyes.

This situation did not change until the emergence of magic resistance armor.

Amidst the terrifying roar, a huge steam tank broke through the ground and appeared on the battlefield. Terrifying black smoke continued to spew out from the large chimney behind its buttocks, and even a faint green lightning flashed.

This is the current highest technological crystallization of the rats, the new favorite of the Big Claw priests, and the steel behemoth that marched forward fiercely on the battlefield.

Steam tank.

And this is not an ordinary steam tank, but a specially modified steam tank with aquatic capabilities.

Amid the terrifying roar, it was watched by the entire battlefield.

Perhaps this describes this shocking scene.

Including the Soul Lightning Tower, the data of this steam tank is 25 meters long, 12 meters wide, and 15 meters high.

What kind of concept is this? It is like a metal monster that is eight stories long, four stories wide, and six stories high, covered with thick gears, spewing black steam, with irregular and rough surface armor, and slowly opens the turret protection cover in front of you, and begins to burst out deep green lightning.

Let alone other things, just in terms of appearance, it is also a top-notch eye-catching.

In fact, it is not surprising that before the steam tank drove into the river in the spewing black smoke, various magic cannons in the fortress began to focus on it.

One after another, magic vortexes rose around this steam tank, but when the smoke dissipated, the terrifying roar remained the same.

You can vaguely hear the sharp laughter from the big claw priest on this steam tank.

The protective cover on the turret slowly opened as the huge gears turned, and the terrifying tower wrapped in green lightning was completely exposed on the battlefield.

The Skaven's steam tank did not have a conventional turret, but instead had a lightning tower that could resist the bombardment of magic cannons to a certain extent. This tower was the steam tank's defense method and also its weapon.

More intense black smoke spread out from the tail of the steam tank, and the green lightning on the tower shook violently.

It began to spread irregularly and gradually enveloped the entire battlefield. Not only did the humans feel uneasy about the blue lightning, but the rats on the battlefield were actually more afraid of it.

They panicked and wanted to escape from the spreading green lightning, but they were still enveloped by the lightning field that stretched out on the battlefield.

They screamed in fear until they suddenly realized that they seemed to be fine, not dead, not becoming that kind of sluggish human flesh, and even without pain.

No, it’s not that nothing happened. The hair on their bodies seemed to stand up one by one, and they suddenly found that the magic rifles in their hands began to heat up.

Instinctively threw away the weapons in their hands in the stinging pain.

And it’s not just the magic rifles in their hands. The entire battlefield, the area covered by green lightning, all the magic weapons, whether it’s magic rifles, magic cannons, or the magic patterns engraved on the fortress, all of these have different reactions.

The roar that enveloped the entire battlefield paused.

This was the first time that this type of steam tank appeared on the battlefield.

When Graystone was iterating on the lightning cannon, he discovered a special situation. In this special situation, the soul energy that should have been gathered and fired would suddenly begin to disperse violently, forming a strange and unstable lightning field. In this field, all magic energy would also become unstable.

This tower was designed based on this discovery.

Based on the friendly relationship between the temple guards and Graystone, this weapon was sent to this battlefield as soon as possible.

It really had a very good effect.

The elements in this area, which were originally chaotic and chaotic, became more manic and active in this diffuse lightning field, and all the magic creations on the battlefield gradually dimmed and lost their original functions.

Losing magic is not a terrible thing for the rats, but it is different for the group of heretics.

Yes, it is a terrible thing.

The war priests pushed more ratmen onto the battlefield in excitement. With loud shouts, the ratmen began to run wildly.

"Kill them! Kill them!"

"For the gods! For the great gods!"