From Skaven to God-King of War

The towering fortress collapsed.

The entire battlefield was in chaos at this time, and the rats were roaring and running around in this chaotic battlefield.

The roars of the war priests were buried in such chaos. The joy of victory could not be seen on the faces of these guys. Indeed, this victory was indeed not perfect.

More than half of the human troops in the fortress completed the evacuation. Although they were a little embarrassed and left behind a large number of weapons, war equipment, various consumables, supplies, food, and these scattered things, they successfully escaped.

Perhaps this fortress and this battlefield have really suppressed the rats for too long. When the rats climbed the city wall and the fortress ended in sporadic resistance, an unstoppable carnival and riot appeared among the rat warriors.

The turbulent rats were no longer driven by the war priests. They ran wildly on this land, snatching the things left by humans, setting fire to the war buildings, and destroying the war equipment.

Here, every inch of the battlefield was soaked with the blood of the ratmen. At this moment, they were running wildly in such a place.

A chaotic carnival began.

The war priests roared in anger helplessly, but they could not stop the carnival from continuing. They could only watch helplessly as the human army moved away.

This was a serious strategic mistake. For the Youyan people, the loss of this fortress meant that the ratmen's large army would be able to march straight in without hindrance. The entire Lianyan Province could no longer be defended, and the battlefield would be pushed back. This represented the loss of a province and the province could no longer function normally due to war mobilization.

What's more, this solid defense line built along the winding river was lost.

The human empire was already more and more breathless under the pressure of war.

It was foreseeable that Caesar signed his name on the joint letter.

Those vigorous young people would also lose the right to choose. Going to the battlefield and welcoming this cruel war would become their necessary and only choice.

In a trance, the twilight of the human empire seemed to be coming.

Of course, before all this happened, there was a prerequisite, that is, the end of this carnival.

Amid the roar of the war priests, this chaotic carnival was still going on in this chaotic battlefield.

And on the other side of the battlefield.

In front of the tower, a rout was happening.

The cold steel golems walked out of the tower. These heavy steel lumps trampled on the rats that kept pouring in, facing such a terrifying war weapon.

It is normal to lose courage. The rat warriors fled in panic.

However, it is worth affirming that the rats are generally better than before, no matter in which aspect.

Especially after the group of big claw priests in charge of the breeding house pointed out a very strange theory.

Eugenics theory.

How to say it, this is a strange theory mixed with nutrition and efficiency supremacy.

The Great Claw Priests began to discover and recognize the nutrition and abilities needed for the growth of ratmen, and began to quantify this concept, ensuring that the most standard energy and nutrition were provided to each new ratman, without giving any more.

The motivation behind this refined measure is extreme stinginess, but it greatly reduces the probability of producing overly thin ratmen during breeding.

A stronger body can certainly bring stronger courage, that's for sure.

On the battlefield, these young ratmen were able to quickly restore a certain morale after fleeing in panic, and many of them were able to enter the battlefield again soon.

Although this habit would also make the battlefield messy, there was no order at all.

But the ratmen should have gotten used to it.

After the fear was somewhat dispelled, the rat warriors who returned let out sharp roars. They randomly pulled the triggers of their short-barreled rifles, and dangerous magic beams flew wantonly on the battlefield. Many of these attacks fell on the low stone wall raised by the Dark Eye Human Mage. Behind the stone wall, many human warriors relied on this simple wall to fight back against the rats.

Crossing the river is not an easy task, especially in order to prevent humans from being prepared, this is still a blitzkrieg.

Qi brought only a terrifying lightning cannon to the battlefield.

He really caught the humans off guard.

Until the hideous and black muzzles on the tower began to open one by one.

The hot magic beams shone in this area, and the only lightning cannon left in the Qi army exploded violently in several thick magic beams.

In the brilliant light, there were the figures of the rats running away in panic, including Qi.

Qi shouted loudly on the battlefield.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

He made a judgment and stopped wasting time and pressure.

A grand rout was born.

However, these human armies and the mages stationed in the Mage Tower were also unable to pursue the fleeing Qi and his army.

They received the news from the front that the troops evacuating from the fortress would arrive here soon, and they had to prepare for it.

And the reserves of the magic pool in the magic tower were almost exhausted.

There were many things to prepare.

The mages not only had to dismantle and recycle the large number of surveillance arrays installed in this area, but also wanted to see if they could pick up as many stars falling from the sky as possible before evacuating.

The human warriors who had just experienced a bloody battle were also busy. This area might not be able to be defended. The villagers in the villages and towns had to be notified to come, and they must complete the assembly before the retreating troops arrived, and then evacuate to the rear together.

At the same time, the resources in this area had to be collected, and the food reserves might not be able to fully support this retreat.

If it weren't for the intrusion of the flag, the autumn harvest should have begun. After the harvested wheat was ground into flour, a large part of it would have been supplied to the fortress in front.

Now, the autumn harvest is about to begin, in order to urgently harvest the last batch of grain.

Everything started suddenly standing here.

The cold cavalry commander, Honorary Baron Kuli, the commander of the third magic machine army of the empire, led the team personally, riding a warhorse in villages and towns, spreading the unfortunate news.

The numbering of the magic machine army in the human empire is actually determined according to the order of the establishment of this army.

The third in the empire, which means that the magic machine army in Kuli's hands is the third magic machine army established in the human empire.

This is an extremely valuable title. It can be seen from the fact that Kuli was awarded the honorary baron that after the end of the nobility, their set of titles were retained, but the current viscounts, barons, and earls basically have no actual rights, but are used as a title of honor.

It was established early and almost fought the entire war with the ratmen.

Of course, the casualty rate was also terrifyingly high. In the human empire, a fully staffed army is about 100,000 people. But now, after another bloody battle, the third magic machinery unit led by Kuli still has 1,500 staff. This is a problem.

When this army was just established, Kuli was just a small captain, but now he has become a general.

Speaking of which, Qi also has a deep relationship with them. After all, he returned to this battlefield by sneaking and destroying the first magic machinery unit that was about to return to the hinterland of the human empire by water for repairs. Such an achievement.

And now, the third magic machinery unit, which had few people left, was hit hard by him again.

To some extent, Qi is also notorious.

At dusk, groups of villagers gathered and came to the towering magic tower.

The corpses of ratmen, broken weapons, and potholes on the ground made the children very uneasy. They pulled at the sleeves of their families.

Compared to the children's fear of corpses and blood, the adults' eyes were filled with complex sorrow.

When the sky was once again covered with a hazy glow, the children were placed in the army camp, and the vast smoke drifted out. The tall and rude logistics officer got up early to cook meat porridge.

These were for the children.

And the adults came to the golden wheat fields early. This year, after using the methods brought by the mages, they ushered in a bumper harvest.

Now is the harvest season.

Looking at the endless golden color in front of them, there was no joy in the eyes of these men, but only complex sorrow.

On the third day, the exhausted army appeared from afar. They brought a message about the lightning tower of the ratmen. This news made the mages more panicked.

Decided to leave earlier.

After completing the harvest in the morning, they were ready to leave.

The tall and rude officials took out some honey from the reserve resources today, which was rare. He hastily cooked a pot of barley porridge with a little sweetness from the wheat that had just been harvested.

The cheerful laughter of children echoed in the army camp.

It was time to leave.

The large group of people began to march in an orderly and urgent manner.

At the end, a flame was ignited in the golden wheat field, and the blazing flame spread across the plain.

Even if it was too late to harvest these wheats, they would not be left to the ratmen.

In the flames, ashes spread with the wind. This time, it was humans who destroyed their own things.

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No matter what, the ratmen won this time.

After the riot ended, the war priests began to occupy the land crazily. Of course, this did not mean that these guys needed the land. This was just a way for them to show their merits.

Not only them, Qi also reacted quickly. He fled to the other side of the river in a panic, and then hurried back again.

With the rat army, he madly occupied the deserted towns and villages, and took the burned black land into his arms.

A grand sacrificial ceremony was about to begin.

This was the instruction given by a big shot in the temple guards. Of course, everyone knew that such a thing would delay the war to a certain extent. After all, humans are certainly not ready for defense now, and it is a good time to advance.

But no one was ignorant of the current situation and objected to this sacrifice.

How to say it, the group of rat lords have been showing off for a long time, and even the most eloquent captain of the grassland city temple guards, he was holding his breath.

It is better not to raise any objections at this time.

This grand ceremony was organized by the temple guards, on the battlefield that has now become a ruin, in front of the broken walls of the fortress.

These guys are getting more and more particular.

In just one day, a high tower was built, and at the top of the tower, the altar and the pillars fell.

The temple guards decided to build a temple on the ruins of this battlefield, which also means that a new rat city will fall here.

But why did they build such a high tower? After all, this was something the rats had never been used to. They were undoubtedly more used to living underground.

This was from that miracle. After that miracle, the temple guards enthusiastically and smoothly accepted the moon worship trend that had emerged in the rat empire.

All this went smoothly, without even any setbacks.

In fact, the temple guards were almost impeccable. The early altars, stone carvings, divine patterns, the conservative monopoly on the divine pillars, the middle-term bells, blood gold, and the engineering concepts of the gear school were all accepted by the temple guards. So now, among these messy elements, there is one more worship of the moon and comets. What's so strange about this?

The slave rats sought salvation and a peaceful death, the rat priests fanatically pursued their own desires, the rat warlords embraced war and killing, and the temple guards, although these guys were so pious, were actually almost blindly pursuing anything and anything related to the great gods.

The temple guards stood in front of the sacred temple, the most loyal guards.

But also the most dull.

The tower was covered with intricate patterns, every corner was not left out, gorgeous and exquisite, and this set of rituals was the same, starting at the moment when day and night alternated, and ending when the blue soul moon fell and the sky was stained with a touch of morning light.

There was no fanaticism, nor the disorderly shouting of the rats, everything seemed particularly solemn, and with a bit of divinity.

The ceremony ended just like that.

This temple of the gods also fell like that.