From Skaven to God-King of War

In the castle that gathers so much glory.

A young emperor sat at his desk, with all kinds of documents in front of him, some of which had not even dried up.

The feather pen had just fallen.

As his magic machine troops were completely lost in the attack of the ratmen, the young men who were fanatically chasing him died one by one on the battlefield.

He, the emperor, was gradually becoming weaker.

But he was an emperor after all, and not everyone was qualified to manipulate him. Over the years, he had proved this to many people, even now, the once huge empire only had this one city left.

But as long as he stood on the high platform again.

Then there would still be people willing to follow him.

But it was meaningless, and it would not change anything.

So he was willing to sit here and listen to these guys who were increasingly not like humans chattering.

The great wizards stood in front of him and chattered.

But the sitting Caesar looked at them with a different kind of disgust.

"Don't you want to save the empire? Your Majesty! Only you can save it all! Only you can save it all!"

"We can't defeat the ratmen, they have some very unusual powers."

"We lack a little noble quality!"

"We need a noble existence of our own!"

"A god! We need a god!"

The great wizards shouted in unison in front of Caesar, shouting that they needed a god. This was really crazy and funny.

But what was even crazier and funnier was that.

Caesar decided to cooperate with their plan.

Soon after, these great wizards left one after another.

Caesar was the only one left in the room.

Lying back on the chair, he rubbed his eyes.

There was no more way, in such a situation, there was no more choice.

He had to save the empire, and he had to save those who believed in him.

Even if there was only a slight possibility.

He would make any attempt for it and pay any price.

In the silent room, there was no echo for a long time, only the last sentence with tired murmurs echoed.

"God?"

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A grand celebration began in full swing in the city of the sun.

At this most critical moment.

There were strange colors everywhere.

But the residents of the city were all encouraged.

Free food, drinks, candies, performances, and the great emperor, the hero, who was the only one who could save them.

This celebration brought all of these together.

The moment of joy is about to come.

But the shadow hidden under this celebration is not noticed.

Those great wizards are enthusiastically promoting this celebration, and at the same time they are becoming more and more inhuman.

Weird patterns are drawn everywhere in the city.

Some quarrels appeared in the army stationed on the city wall, but they were soon calmed down.

The second line of defense entered the construction state, in the central area of ​​the city.

Their hero, the great emperor, he has also become more and more tired these days.

Often looking up at the sky for a long time in the middle of the night, I don’t know what he is thinking about, but his appearance is getting more and more haggard.

But all this was not interrupted.

Some fanatical guys gradually took over various places in this city of light.

Those inhuman wizards completed all the preparations.

In the end, all this was tacitly agreed by Caesar.

Daybreak.

The darkness was dispelled, the light was sprinkled, and the cheerful music sounded everywhere in the city. The joyful crowd, the people who had been waiting for a long time, began to take to the streets.

Floats, magic tricks, beer, candy, big-nosed clowns.

Incredibly, this celebration was so dreamy that it seemed to make people forget the fear of these days.

The wanton carnival, with a different meaning of venting.

The laughter echoed throughout the city.

I just don’t know why Caesar, the absolute protagonist of this celebration, has not appeared yet.

This can’t be separated from him.

After all, those newspapers, dramatists, and bards have long used various ways to tell the future.

Their hero, the great Caesar, will save them again, and only their great emperor Caesar, only he can save them again.

In such a frenzy, people shouted Caesar's name.

Of course, Caesar would be the protagonist.

But blood and fire came first.

The rats were conducting routine exploratory attacks.

A rat army of about 20,000 people, from the scattered Western fleet, a standard rat pirate, was pushed onto the city wall.

This was not a good job. When these guys were pushed onto the city wall, most of them were in unspeakable fear, and even their bodies were trembling uncontrollably. If nothing unexpected happened, the best outcome for them would be to crash headfirst into the city wall and die without any splashes, as a routine attack and consumption.

But unexpectedly, things did not go as they thought.

The magnificent city wall was so empty, and the densely packed defense measures were not even activated.

They only encountered some sporadic attacks when they charged, and then they rushed up the city wall so incredibly.

In extreme surprise and contrast, these guys stood on the city wall for a long time, obviously not understanding what happened, until their eyes were attracted by the celebration in the city.

It can be guaranteed that this magnificent City of the Sun, the capital of the Dark Eye Human Empire, must be the richest city the rats have ever encountered.

This is almost certain.

It can be seen from the gradually green eyes of the guys standing on the city wall.

No need to drive or shout, the same decision was made almost without hesitation.

These guys began to cross the city wall and ran wildly towards this magnificent city. Obviously, the rats also wanted to participate in this unparalleled celebration.

Just when the rat commanders outside the city were confused.

A looting and killing broke out in the city.

After all, there were too few of these guys who broke into the city. Twenty thousand rat warriors were like a drop of water for this extremely large city.

They were simply inconspicuous. In the chaos, in order to better suppress these heretics and successfully complete the looting and slavery.

These pirate-born rat guys chose the simplest and most brutal way to relax. They first killed and intimidated, and made these overly large heretics chaotic and frightened them, so that they could easily capture these guys.

Waving scimitars, igniting magic rifles.

Death, in this grand celebration.

Sharp shouts appeared, blood was spilled, and the sharp and piercing laughter of the rats echoed in people's ears.

Of course, the number of these guys was still too small, and the city was too big.

The chaos was simply difficult to spread.

Until the other rats outside the tall city wall reacted.

More and more rats climbed up the city wall and then went to the city and never returned.

This is confusing, but the rat warlords who were arguing with each other made the same decision after learning about this situation.

Attack.

Charge! Charge quickly!

In order to grab more sacrifices and eat more cakes, the rat's general attack broke out without any warning. There was no arguing, and there was no alliance to kick the unlucky guy who didn't fit in to be the first to be the cannon fodder to consume the city's defense.

All the rats, all the rats gathered outside this huge city, they all surged almost madly at this moment.

Normally, the rats would try their best to capture the heretics for greater benefits, but the situation at this time was not normal.

Chaos, corpses, blood, plus some unruly guys, such as the black-haired Storm Rat Guards, these guys are absolutely crazy killers.

In such a situation, even those rat priests, war priests, and those rat captains, they wanted to brake but couldn't, and the terrifying killing began.

This is indeed a grand celebration.

This is true for both ratmen and humans.

In the center of the City of the Sun.

Caesar finally left the towering castle and appeared in front of everyone.

The city is still too big, and the chaos outside the city has not spread here for the time being.

All kinds of eyes fell on Caesar, reverence, excitement, fanaticism, disgust, scrutiny, this is normal, not everyone likes Caesar, but it has to be admitted that no matter whether these guys love, hate, reverence, or scrutinize Caesar, they now place their hopes on Caesar.

In the entire human empire, the only hope left is Caesar.

This celebration is not only a celebration, but also a ceremony of going out.

Under the gaze of everyone, in this fanatical celebration, Caesar should have faced the sight of these guys, strode forward in the sight of these guys, pulled out the long sword on the high platform under the gaze of everyone, and resolutely faced the ratmen outside the city.

This is what should have happened.

But now there are some unexpected things.

Those great wizards who were becoming less and less human convinced Caesar.

Those guys' whimsical whispers convinced Caesar.

Caesar strode forward to the high platform. He was going to draw the long sword and make that whimsical attempt to become that god!

To save this country!

Even if there was only a slight possibility.

He would make any attempt for it and pay any price.