From Skaven to God-King of War

Chapter 387, The Fall of the Human Empire

Death, blood, fear, fanaticism, laughter, these complex emotions were intertwined at this moment.

Until Caesar stood in front of the long sword.

This was an extremely gorgeous long sword, and it was also the center of this ceremony.

Only Caesar was qualified to pull out this long sword, and now only Caesar was qualified to pull out this long sword, not because of anything else.

There was only one thing, these dead, bleeding, and turned into part of this grand ceremony were all his people, most of whom still believed in him fanatically before they died.

The gorgeous long sword was hot and began to climb the scarlet color.

The ceremony officially began.

The scarlet color was imposed on many ratmen who broke into this shining city, with only one purpose, that is, to bring more killings.

The majestic scarlet breath enveloped Caesar's entire body, like a beating embryo.

Those great wizards, they broke out from the crowd of onlookers, dancing and clapping.

Caesar's guards, those guys who fanatically worship him, fanatically guarded around this huge scarlet embryo.

At this time, Caesar, wrapped in scarlet, seemed very calm.

As the center of the ceremony, he took on all the negative emotions born in this ceremony.

This is a chaotic emotion that is enough to drive people crazy.

But Caesar is a hero.

Strong enough, firm enough, and extraordinary enough, such a guy can be called a hero.

In silence, he held the long sword in front of him more forcefully.

He has decided to bear everything, just for the survival of the empire, for the survival of the ordinary people in the empire.

Draw the sword hard, pull out the long sword in front of him.

At this moment, a new demigod is about to be born.

Of course, the physical universe does not allow a true god to appear, and instinctively begins to reject it.

But Caesar is not a complete god. As a demigod who is undergoing transformation, his mortal nature and the divine nature that is undergoing transformation occupy a considerable proportion.

So, it was divided into two parts.

As a god, He came to the world of surging chaos, boundless and indefinite, while as a mortal, He stayed in the center of the city.

This transformation was successful.

No matter how many parts it was divided into, Caesar finally got that bit of divinity and was no longer a mortal.

But the plans of those great wizards failed.

The minds of these guys were impure.

Crazy guys, guys who were deformed and twisted, they did all this naturally not to save those ordinary people, to save those mortals who had little value.

Pushing Caesar to ascend to the gods was essentially to elevate himself.

These guys wanted to completely throw themselves into the chaotic world, relying on the disordered and boundless chaos, the unimaginable original magic power, and relying on these to completely sublimate themselves, which they called ascending to the devil.

But their essence was too inferior to cause the rejection of the physical universe itself, nor would it attract the active acceptance of the chaotic world.

At this time, it was time to use their brains.

So, this ascension ceremony came into being.

These great wizards wanted to sneak into the chaotic world by relying on the world cracks torn when Caesar ascended to the god.

But their plan failed.

Because Caesar was not great enough, he only became a demigod.

Admittedly, a demigod can do a lot, but it does not include triggering the instinctive rejection and competition between two huge worlds.

When Caesar opened his eyes again, his eyes were already a little golden.

He completely pulled out the long sword, and the dazzling golden light burst out from the long sword, and the scarlet blood cocoon was easily torn apart by him.

But what caught the eye was so disappointing.

The crazy great wizards knelt down to him with trembling bodies, and their voices were so excited that they were even a little incoherent.

"You succeeded, you succeeded, ah, you are a god, you be my god, you be my god!"

In the incoherent words.

A guy, an old wizard, a wizard who could no longer suppress the deformation on his body.

Scarlet blood threads climbed on his body wantonly, and the facial features on his face had become blurred and dim. Faintly, an eye was about to appear on the chaotic face, hideous and grotesque.

At this time, such a guy clung to Caesar's thigh in a state of madness, wailing in a humble posture that was almost begging.

"Please, please, be my god, just let me see the sun again, see the great sun, that's all!"

Faced with such a situation, Caesar, who had just stepped out of the scarlet blood cocoon, set his sights on this twisted and pathetic guy. He did not answer, but raised the long sword in his hand with dazzling golden light.

The long sword fell.

A twisted and screaming head rolled to the ground.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but at this moment, this head that was about to swell and change into a scarlet eyeball felt more relieved.

Caesar swung his sword one by one, and the twisted great wizards fell down one by one.

They became motionless corpses.

But the things to be done were not over.

This city was finished.

The human empire was finished fighting on this planet.

But it was not that there was no hope.

At least, at least he could leave some fire.

The fanatical guards began to act under Caesar's command. The retreating city defenders no longer watched all this happen. The rats affected by the ritual gradually regained their sanity.

But soon, they became excited again in the diffuse scarlet and the corpses on the ground.

In the fierce battle.

The survivors of this city, those people were gathered together, gathered according to their professions.

Doctors, teachers, craftsmen, warriors, men, women, children.

A total of 500 fires were selected.

Caesar wanted to take them away from this planet, through the boundless and eternally disordered chaotic world.

After all, the status of demigods was a long way off, but it was enough to take advantage of some of the characteristics of the chaotic world.

Compared with the rigidity of the physical universe, the chaotic world is simply unimaginably casual.

For the chaotic world, distance exists, but it does not exist.

If the physical universe is just a piece of spread paper, then the chaotic world is a ball of crumpled paper.

In fact, this description is not accurate.

Perhaps the chaotic universe should be described by the countless points that are constantly flowing.

The concept of space is so vague in the chaotic universe. In the intersection of countless points, as long as you find the right direction, then as long as you take a step, you can theoretically reach any place.

Whether it is the chaotic world or the physical universe.

It is incredible, but it is true.

Because the physical universe and the chaotic world fit each other.

And the demigods are qualified to find such overlapping points.

As long as you can find the right point, band, and rhythm, then as long as you take a step forward, you can cross the unimaginable scale and reach a new and unfamiliar place.

Of course, this way of shuttling is actually too rough.

Those races with mature subspace shuttle technology have their own positioning methods, otherwise every jump is a real blind box draw.

No race can afford such a blind box draw.

But it doesn't matter to Caesar now.

This ceremony has brought him many changes as expected. This guy who is ignorant of the knight's story, this guy who is often alone in the dark night, is more indifferent at this moment.

Without delaying for too long, after selecting the candidates and estimating his own strength.

Caesar began this journey.

Such a jump will inevitably touch the chaotic world.

Although the intensity has not reached the level of tearing the world apart.

It is just entering the buffer zone between the two worlds.

But it is inevitable.

It is inevitable to be able to glimpse some scenes in the chaotic world.

The cold sun is seen by everyone.

In this bizarre gap.

This is not a good thing, and what's worse is that Caesar sees the cold sun much more clearly than ordinary people.

He has a part that is truly wandering in the alien space, those of his divinity.

If these fires were only a glimpse of hazy colors in this gap, then he, he saw it clearly.

It was a sun, a hot and cold sun.

I don’t know how long it has been, countless years, or just a moment, when I opened my eyes, everything has changed.

Not in that majestic city, not on that once familiar land, what I saw was a strange and desolate Gobi, a new world.

Caesar succeeded, he did it, he preserved that trace of fire for mankind.

Despite paying such a high price.

But why, why is his face so ugly at this time.

He saw it, or rather, since the moment he became a demigod, he saw it clearly.

Not only did he see it, but these fires he preserved also saw it.

Looking up, Caesar’s eyes fell on the people and fires in front of him.

What he wanted to save was mankind, which was what he insisted on after turning back from so many thoughts that made people collapse and unbearable.

After all, he was already a god.

He wanted to save humanity, the purest humanity.

His eyes burst into cold gold, and he raised the sword in his hand.

A massacre began.

Precious fire seeds died one after another, in Caesar's cold expression.

Until the end, only three figures were left, two crying babies, and the newly born crying baby.

And another, a young man with anger on his face.

Among the five hundred fire seeds, Caesar only chose one mage, a guy who was no longer young, a guy who was often gray.

He was one of the few uncontaminated guys among the mages, and a rare kind of person among the Dark Eyes who could walk with Caesar.

Another hero.

The silly young man who had been busy in the fields for a long time to grow a piece of wheat, Arthur.

During that long war, he was always busy in the fields. As a hero, he also admired Caesar.

Until the war was about to end, until Caesar brought him to such a strange place.

His face was full of disbelief and the rising anger.

Facing Caesar's cold face.

He roared loudly.

"Why?"

He didn't understand what happened today. Everything was a mess. Before the celebration, he was one of those who expected Caesar to bring them hope.

But he came here inexplicably to witness such a scene.

The two sides looked at each other.

Arthur was so angry.

And Caesar could only give an empty answer.

"This is for us and for the future."

Arthur's face showed such surprise, and then the more intense anger.

"You are a lunatic!"

But when these words fell, the golden sword pierced his chest.

Arthur knelt down weakly on this desolate Gobi.

Died like this.

Obviously, he still didn't understand what happened.

But Caesar didn't explain more.

The Dark Eyes no longer need the magic eye, and the entire magician system will be cut off by Caesar, out of fear and vigilance.

Caesar retracted his sword, carefully came to the two crying babies, and gently embraced them.

A boy, a girl, the hope of mankind.

It was also Caesar's last obsession.

A true human god was born, a true emperor was born.

Was the ascension ceremony really successful?

Perhaps not.

The group of twisted mages seemed to have created a more powerful monster.

At this time, the monster was gently embracing the two crying babies, gently watching the crying little guys calm down in his arms.

………….

In the cold sun, the desolate and empty bloody world, on the skeleton throne.

Du Yuan, who was tired, raised his head, as if startled by something, and cast his eyes into the distance.

Sometimes, the more you want to get rid of something, the more you may not get what you want. Even if you go far away, when you look at the cold bloody sun in this area, the entanglement with Du Yuan is inevitable.

This is God. Even if you spy, it is so dangerous.

But most of the time, Du Yuan doesn't care about being spied on, and he won't pay much attention to those peepers.

It is often the mortals who chase the gods, how can the gods be entangled with mortals.

Du Yuan didn't pay much attention to this movement. He just took a look and retracted his sight. He once again set his sight on the galaxy that was so barren that there was only one planet, and on the group of noisy guys.

………….

In the Sun City.

The black-haired rat encountered a very interesting thing, a tall armored man.

Under the fully enclosed helmet, a pair of scarlet eyes were revealed.

This armored man was powerful enough, which made Heimao very satisfied.

Amid the shouting, the storm rats stopped what they were doing.

This is a messy neighborhood.

After the ceremony, a fierce battle broke out between the rats and the human defenders in the city, and this block was one of the battlefields.

Houses collapsed, flames ignited, corpses were piled up randomly, and blood stained the ground.

Heimao took off the big sword behind him.

He looked at the armored man in front of him with interest.

The fierce battle broke out instantly.

The surrounding storm rats stopped their actions, climbed up the surrounding houses one by one, and excitedly looked at the two parties who were fighting.

In the harsh collision sound, the big sword in Heimao's hand collided with the armored man for the first time.

In the huge sound, Heimao took several steps back in succession.

This warlike guy's eyes were more solemn.

You must know that under the combined effect of the continuous high-quality blood mushrooms and the killing power, Heimao's qualities in all aspects have been greatly improved. At least in terms of strength, this guy can even shake those magic-driven steel golems.

But he still can't beat this tall armored man.

After the solemnity came the indescribable excitement.

The greatsword kept colliding with the warhammer in the hand of the iron golem.

Again and again, in the splashing flames, the two guys fought a life-and-death battle in this chaotic city, amid the cheers of the storm rats.

The city was powerless to recover.

The rats had already captured the crude defense line built in the center of the city, and were now engaged in fierce street fighting with the retreating garrisons.

It was just a dying struggle.

There was no doubt about that.

As night fell, the human carnival had long ended, and now only the rats were left to carry out the carnival.

The flames began to spread in this huge city and in the dark night.

The rat assassins once again attacked the large library in the center of the city.

They were looking for those manuscripts, and this time, they finally found nothing.

Among the numerous books, a complex manuscript was found by these guys, about the exploration of the starry sky by the ghost-eyed people.

Soon, the rat assassins disappeared into the darkness again, but soon another group of rats rushed in.

These guys also wanted to find something, but it was obvious that their professionalism was really worrying. They ran around in this huge library like headless flies.

The battle between Heimao and the armored man finally came to a decisive moment.

After paying the price of a broken arm, the tall armored man was pierced through the armor on his body by Heimao.

Heimao won.

The tall armored man still wanted to struggle, but the sword that was accurately stuck in the gap of the armor made her unable to even stand up straight.

She didn't seem to exist in a normal state, and her flesh and blood were stuck to this rough armor.

The scarlet eyes fell on Heimao who was not far away.

It was a deep-rooted hatred, but it was a pity that she was going to die.

Heimao dragged the broken arm and approached her, as if he wanted to pull out the sword that was inserted into her abdomen.

When Heimao approached, she struggled and jumped up.

In this action, the big sword stuck in her body almost cut her in half.

Obviously, she wanted to drag Heimao down with her before she died.

But Heimao, the bad guy, was obviously prepared for this, and he easily avoided such an attack with just a backward jump.

In such a state of injury, she fell to the ground helplessly.

When she was close to death, she couldn't even remember who she was. In that cold laboratory, she spent a very unbearable period of time.

The only thing that was remembered was hatred, only hatred.

It was only hatred. She struggled to stand up, but failed, and died just like that.