From Skaven to God-King of War

"I must save this country, no matter what the cost."

Today's Sun City is still the same as it was in the past, but this once huge ancient empire and humanity itself have reached a shaky point.

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On the day the city was broken, the resistance did not end completely. The unyielding people exchanged fire with the ratmen in the ruins of the city and the complicated alleys.

But in fact, nothing can be changed.

The ratmen did not kill them. Even though countless ratmen died outside the city and were buried casually, this area, the water source in this area has been almost permanently polluted, and the faint bitterness and stench may not be eliminated for many years.

From the bodies buried by both sides.

The land is full of corpses.

There are corpses everywhere, there are bones everywhere, and there have been blood soaked everywhere.

But the ratmen don't care, they don't care about these.

Greedy eyes, wantonly and without disguise, fell on the captives, on the sacrifices of men and women, young and old, shouting happily and waving weapons in their hands.

The silent and fearful sacrifices were driven out from the ruins, defenses, and hiding corners, and walked silently and fearfully on the streets filled with the smell of burnt and stinking, moving slowly forward.

They may not know what they are facing, no, they should be prepared for it.

In the center of the city, where the towering tower collapsed, on the messy ruins, the rats built a high platform.

From afar, the sound of fear and despair came.

The fear was even worse.

The battle in the city has not yet ended completely, but all this does not hinder the convening of this grand sacrifice.

The rat priest on the altar, the rat priest standing on the high platform, the four rat warlords, the temple guards.

They all looked very solemn at this moment.

Standing on this high platform, the scarlet eyes looked down at everything happening in front of him.

God has not responded for a long time.

But it's nothing.

The ratmen are still offering victory and death to God, to the great God.

In the ruins of the city that was burning, there were more piles of corpses, piles of corpses that were difficult to count.

The wriggling flesh and blood was born from it.

After a visit from a greedy guy.

Not long after, the mining team visited this wriggling flesh and blood.

The mining equipment that swallowed black steam started to work with a roar, and pieces of green crystals were mined from the flesh and blood. If your mental power and spiritual perception are stronger, you can even perceive the truth in the crystals at this time.

One by one, the souls were trapped and wailing endlessly.

These will be used as nutrients to completely destroy the human empire.

In the Ratman Empire, the long-lost School of Distortion, which was destroyed with the death of Long Claw, has recently made a big news.

It is hard to say whether it was the work of the guys in the School of Distortion.

In the dark abyss, when the wriggling flesh and blood was being mined, an unusual thing was found in the center of the flesh and blood.

A dragon, a twisted and deformed corpse that was never completely dead.

The corpse of Long Claw.

The lifelong hard work of Long Claw was dug out from the wriggling flesh and blood.

The research of the Ratman on distortion and flesh and blood stagnated for a long time after the death of Long Claw.

Now, with the corpse being dug out again, things have taken a new turn.

Many Ratman were attracted by this amazing corpse, just like Long Claw once was.

I just don't know if they will set foot on the road similar to the long claws again. After all, the power of the gods, the deformed and twisted part, still remains in this corpse, in this dragon.

I don't know if it will be another new, but familiar reincarnation.

After the sacrificial ceremony.

Qi stood on the high platform, witnessing the shouts of countless rats below the stage, listening to all this.

His expression did not change much, but his heart was excited.

Yes, this is what he wants, this is what he desires.

Just like the rat war in the past.

The feeling of being high above is so unforgettable.

But if possible, he would rather be the only one standing on the high platform at this moment.

Obviously, this guy, this humble ratman is not limited to wanting to become a powerful ratman warlord.

He wants more.

Just like the rat war in the past.

At this moment, Qi hid in the shadow of the fluttering flag behind him, with a terrible look in his eyes.

But there was nothing strange.

Many ratmen will show such an expression at that particular moment, when they want more no matter what.

Especially the ratmen warlords, they are often more straightforward and fanatical in this regard.

Perhaps in the long war, their timidity and faith often fade away slowly, and they begin to believe in themselves and the power in their hands.

I just don’t know when the next ratmen warlord who stands at the highest point will begin to be dissatisfied with the most lofty god.

In the ruins of the city.

A soldier covered in blood screamed helplessly.

Beside her, a young mage was doing something to her.

In the hazy blue light.

I couldn't resist falling into a deep sleep, accompanied by those murmuring words.

"I can't save you Annie, you have been invaded too deeply by mycelium. Only the teacher, only the teacher can save you, but it is not easy. I will probably never see you again. Promise me Annie, no matter what happens next No matter what, don’t give up, even if it’s for hatred.”

Those last words triggered the female warrior's final response.

"Hate!"

After the words fell, she finally fell into a deep sleep. At this time, the young mage dared to take that careful action and wiped away the blood on her face, revealing a young and beautiful face.

He leaned down and wanted to kiss her, just on the forehead, but for a long time he didn't have the courage.

Suddenly there was a chaotic sound outside.

Several equally young mages broke in.

"Come on, those rat men have discovered this place!"

The young mage stood up and handed the figure in his hand to his companion in front of him.

"Let's go, it's already a little late. Those guys are here, and someone must cut off the rear!"

The companion in front of him wanted to say something, but the sound of breaking glass sounded, and the rat people had already broken into this dilapidated warehouse.

There is nothing more to say.

Lightning began to burst out from the young mage's body, the blue eyes on his forehead opened, and a blue gem was pressed hard into it.

Of course, the Nether-Eye Human Race can also use these soul gems. Even for the Nether-Eye Human Race mages, the method of use is simpler than that of the Rat Priests. It does not require any spells, formations, or magic lines.

After all, the Dark-Eyed Human Race is a naturally magical race. As long as you open the eyes on your forehead, it is like having an external magic organ.

Blood slowly flowed down from his forehead.

Amid the angry roar, terrifying lightning began to spread around the young mage.

Of course, this is an inefficient and dangerous way to use it.

The terrifying lightning drove back the rat team that broke into this place.

On the body of the young mage, faint blue lines appeared one after another.

In the peripheral vision, the figures of her companions and her were already far away.

A smile appeared on his face.

In fact, he had never spoken more than three sentences to her.

He just couldn't forget that day.

"Here, do you want apples? I picked them from Duke Dill's yard!"

That day was the first day that he, a down-and-out aristocratic young man, stepped onto the battlefield.

He was very lucky that he seemed to meet his princess on the first day he stepped onto the battlefield.

In an angry roar.

His body began to expand until it finally exploded, creating a raging lightning storm.

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A year later, the rat people were only one step away from Sun City, the capital of mankind.

In this year, with the collapse of the Western Front battlefield and the collapse of the fronts in both directions, the Skaven marched in. Under such circumstances, the dignity that the Human Empire had originally maintained was exhausted in an instant.

Only the last breath left.

But now, this last breath is about to be stepped on by the rat man and forcibly spit out.

The rat armies on the northern battlefield and the western battlefield successfully completed their rendezvous and arrived in front of the City of the Sun.

It's not just that.

During the investigation of the rat assassins, the human tower above the academy was finally exposed to the sight of the rat high-ups.

Can't blame the Skaven for neglecting the plateau.

As a place where the Rat War once failed, the environment here is really bad to a certain extent, and not only the environment is bad, but from the day the tower fell, the never-ending magic storm completely enveloped it. The top of that plateau.

This brings about a problem, that is, even though the area near the plateau is occupied by ratmen, no ratmen have carefully explored this plateau, and not many ratmen troops can walk on this plateau. plateau.

That terrifying magic storm was simply not something that an ordinary rat army could handle.

Finally, the final result after some discussion.

The temple guards will once again enter the battlefield.

They are going to clear out the last humans on that plateau.

Not only for sacrifice and merit, but also for occupying that high tower and such a high place.

While the rat people were fighting this war, they were also preparing to explore the stars.

Although they still have no idea how to ascend to the sky, it is not a big problem. The rat people are very optimistic. They feel that after wiping out the Dark Eye human race, they will know how to ascend to the sky.

At this time, the plateau undoubtedly had good value.

So, after a long absence, the temple guards began to mobilize.

A large number of temple guards gathered at the foot of the towering cold snowfield mountain. When they looked up, a spectacular vortex appeared at the top of the snowfield. The hazy seven-colored light circled and rotated. It was the magic power that had not stopped since the tower fell. storm.

Before the rat people launched a general attack on Sun City.

The temple guards took the lead in marching towards the plateau.

This group of solemn, well-organized, and powerful guys were almost unaffected by the steep environment.

The entire climbing process was not greatly affected.

There were not many living things on this cold plateau.

Except for the mages in the tower.

No, perhaps it is not appropriate to call them mages. This tower that drives the human empire forward, this tower that brings endless magic power, has a little problem and is regarded as a tower of disaster.

The mages stationed inside have not been rotated for five years.

Some terrible changes have appeared in the bodies of these guys.

The violent magic storm brought out a terrifying whistling sound, and tall anti-magic tower shields were raised. The temple guards only took a short time to create the violent magic storm. An eye of the storm appeared in the center of this cold plain, and the tower also stood here.

An incomprehensible picture appeared.

A sun, a dark red sun appeared here, appeared on the tower.

It shone brightly, melting the ice and snow. In the center of the snowfield, grass and bright flowers even grew.

The captain of the temple guards who led the team paused at the edge of the eye of the storm, frowning and watching the strange scene in front of him.

Outside the tower, the figures of the heretic wizards appeared. They crawled on the fresh green and knelt down to worship the dark red sun.

Just watching for a moment, the unexplained disgust, the indescribable disgust, was used in the heart.

A sharp and loud roar appeared in this quiet place.

"Kill them for me, kill these damn things!"

With this angry roar, everything was startled.

The heretic wizards raised their heads, and their horrible appearance was finally fully revealed. There were no facial features on their faces, only a huge eye left, and their bodies were shriveled, like mummies, as if all the nutrients were supplied to the huge eye on the head.

Not only that.

After seeing the intrusion of the ratman, these twisted things seemed to become angry. The huge eye turned into a pupil, and the soft and sharp neck began to stretch, pushing the huge eye to the sky.

At this moment, the red eye seemed to be a small, dark red sun.

Well, it seems that there is something else on the field. Such changes of these mages can't help but make associations.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with such associations.

Because the dark red sun hanging on the tower also opened its eyes at this moment.