From Skaven to God-King of War

Of course, maybe you are going to ask this question now.

What if the rocket exploded in the Waste City before it took off?

Maybe the rat priest will tell you fearlessly.

It doesn't matter.

So do the unlucky people who are about to board the test rocket know about these changes and risks?

Yes, this experimental rocket is still a manned version.

The original idea is not sure how safe it is.

But in this version, it is certain that these unlucky people who are sent to the sky will probably be set off by fireworks.

So do they know the tragic ending they are facing?

Maybe those big claw priests will pat their chests and tell you again.

It doesn't matter!

…………….

The simple iron pipe was pushed into the sky in the burning and explosion. Unexpectedly, it really rose into the sky.

Getting farther and farther away from the ground, breaking through the clouds, leaving this not-so-big planet.

The rats in the Waste City have begun to revel.

This is indeed a miracle.

In order to better demonstrate this miracle, the rat priests even opened up the connections between all levels of the Waste City, and a huge hole was made in the center of the city, which was also the launch hole of the rocket.

The effect was good, and the enthusiastic cheers in the city were proof of it.

In the barbaric growth history, the rat priests were the first rats to understand the brand effect.

Such enthusiastic cheers were satisfying.

At the top of the city, on the most luxurious street, the real leaders of the city, a group of rats with blood mushrooms, at present, there are only the rat priests in this group, but since the rules of this city have been determined, it is estimated that it will not be long before other rat guys may come here.

After all, if everything depends on the number of blood mushrooms, then everything else is not so important except the number of blood mushrooms.

They looked at the rocket that disappeared from their sight, and their faces were full of pride.

This time their investment was very successful, and it was worth the price they paid.

Rocket, rocket? Starry sky? God's revelation! Soul gem!

Well, they only have a vague understanding of many things here, such as what a rocket is, why this thick iron pipe can fly, and what it means when it flies.

If you ask these guys to explain these things, you will probably only get a lot of humming and humming. After all, in the entire Skaven Empire, most of the guys who are still fanatically dealing with gears, steam, magic networks, and these increasingly complex things are Big Claw Priests.

Orthodox Skaven Priests will not do these things.

For the truly respectable people in the Skaven Empire, they can either join the Skaven Parliament to pursue the most superficial rights, or join the Waste City District to try to embrace the blood mushrooms.

If it really doesn't work, joining the Skaven Lords is also a path that can be chosen.

It's really difficult for them to expect them to deal with those gears and machines every day.

But even if they don't lead the progress of technology and don't participate in the research and development of these things, there is no problem either.

While the Big Claw priests gradually became the main force, or even the only main force, on the technology tree of the Rat Empire, one thing has not changed.

The progress, development, achievements, and everything brought by technology are still serving them.

Power and strength are still controlled by these respectable people, and the achievements and fruits are also enjoyed by them.

Just like now, although they don’t understand what the rocket represents, this does not prevent them from investing in it. They only need to pay a little blood mushroom to enjoy it in the grateful expressions of those Big Claw priests.

After today, the Waste Slag City and their names will circulate in all the places where the rats gather. As the first group of guys who touch the divine revelation, they will become the first and will become sacred.

At least, at least the gods’ ritual vessels and sacrificial utensils produced by the Waste Slag City, these things related to the gods will no longer be directly crushed by the underground rat city.

This will bring them more than a hundred times the return.

Just thinking about the situation that will appear, it is so intoxicating!

On the bustling street closest to the surface, on the underground street engraved with various patterns showing strange beauty, this group of decent guys clinked glasses with each other, celebrating the upcoming beauty in the rustling conversation.

………….

It has been a few years since the last divine revelation, the appearance of the Soul Moon and the Death Comet, and the rats in the Rat Empire have been iterated for several rounds.

The divine revelation has become a little vague.

Although the guys gathered in the underground rat city, the waste city, and the furnace city are constantly emphasizing this point, the rats' exploration of the sky has become unusually slow after the enthusiasm of the first few years has faded.

It must be said that greed is sometimes a very useful thing.

The underground rat city and the furnace city have made such slow progress, which may not be without the state of tacitly acknowledging that this matter is difficult to do.

After all, the gods are always high above, and things related to the gods, the revelations of the gods, these are also inevitably extremely difficult and a long-term challenge.

This is a very normal judgment.

So it is not surprising that the Underground Rat City and the Furnace City will be surpassed by the Waste City.

After all, compared to them, these greedy guys in the Waste City really want to pry something off the Death Comet and the Blue Moon, which exist as miracles.

Rather than the traditional, fanatical, and simple desire to worship.

After the crude rocket broke through the small planet, the fuel was gradually consumed.

In the burst of flames, the soul gem powder that was not completely released was splashed out, and a blue light track was pulled out in the gap and coldness outside the world.

It seems that something has been forgotten.

The knocking sound at the top of the rocket became weaker and weaker, and it was pretentiously embedded in a transparent shell on the metal shell.

A desperate face was stuck tightly.

The eyes were full of bloodshot.

The body gradually stiffened.

Of course, those who can board this rocket are not those lowly guys. In fact, it is two devout rat priests who decided to be the ones who touched the divine revelation.

But how to say it.

This may be a complete nightmare.

According to the information left by the Dark Eyes, the big claw priests pretended to set up a landing chamber for the rat people to move around, but this rocket was cast in one piece, and they never considered ejecting the landing chamber on the top of the rocket.

In other words, if the power is enough, it will directly bring the unlucky guy on it to the starry sky. If the power is not enough, it will be a living missile, and if it explodes, it will be directly cremated.

Flying coffin, starry sky funeral.

And this design is not a single case, for example, the closed system that was made by tinkering with half-knowledge did not add any insulation system.

Flying coffin, starry sky ice burial?

What was even more torturous was that those who were sent to the sky were all devout rat priests, and they were all the best among the rat priests. These guys were not short of blood mushrooms, that is, they were strong, that is, they were durable.

So until now, there was still one who was struggling unwillingly and had not died.

This was not the pilgrimage he had imagined. He should have thought of the unreliability of the group of big claw priests.

"God! God! God!"

On the stagnant rat rocket, a hideous guy clung to the observation window at the top of the rocket, looking at the dark blue soul moon in front of him, with despair on his face.

A poor guy who sacrificed for the cause of the rats.

Just when this unlucky guy died, a small spaceship that crossed the starry sky also anchored to this section of the rat rocket.

Not only did it anchor to this rat rocket.

It also carefully pulled out a light energy trawl net and carefully captured the dark blue tail pulled out by the rocket.

It was the uninvited visitor.

The shocking scene that appeared in front of them after entering this galaxy made these guys give up their previous style.

Every race that broke into the starry sky was not a kind guy.

Destroying those planetary civilizations that looked like insects in their eyes was simply a common occurrence for them.

Even for the Eldar on this small patrol ship, it was the same.

There was not much cooperation, and there would be no help or gentle contact.

If there was an ecological ship by their side, then they would destroy and mine the planets after scanning and recording these insects.

If there was no ecological ship by their side, then such contact would often jump directly to the next step.

In the long war, the Eldar also became cold. When they just stepped into the starry sky, these guys still adhered to the attitude of non-contact, but now, things have changed.

Of course, there will be exceptions, cooperation and utilization also exist, but these are all based on a necessary premise, that is, everyone belongs to the same starry sky civilization.

Obviously, the Skaven who just used fossils to send a sealed iron pipe outside the planet does not meet such standards.

The uninvited guest.

Although this Eldar reconnaissance ship has never completed the task of cleansing the planet, it has provided intelligence and anchoring for those cleansing policies.

This reconnaissance ship and the Ark Fleet from which they came are both hard-line.

They will not pursue the so-called protection, observation and recording of the benevolent faction, and pursue such a strategy.

But now, their style is not so tough and even a little too cautious.

It's still the ether that fascinates the eyes.

It can only be said that when something very strange, absolutely abnormal, and really unimaginable appears in front of you, everyone has to be more cautious.

This is a very normal thing.

The tall captain awakened the dormant crew members, and in everyone's dull expressions, a handful of soul gem powder separated from dust and Skaven rockets, that is, ether, was placed in front of everyone.

The expression is inevitably a little dull.

These guys who just woke up from cryogenic hibernation, after all, the handful of dust in front of them is enough to buy ten of the reconnaissance ships they are currently driving, and there is still a lot more.

Just waking up, it is to witness such a wealth, which really makes people a little confused.

The tall captain didn't seem to be surprised by the expressions of his crew.

Next to the dust, a stiff and hideous ratman corpse was displayed, but the guy who was looking at this place was distracted by the dust.

The tall captain stood next to the ratman corpse, stretched out her hand, and with a simple grope, a soul gem the size of a pigeon egg, which was punched and worn as a necklace, appeared in her hand.

Just a light flick.

The exclamations on the field were heard one after another.

And this was not even the end.

Behind her, on the bridge, a vague blue moon flashed by.

At this moment, there was complete silence.

To some extent, the ratmen were really too rich.

Although these guys didn't care about their wealth.

If the Eldar knew that these guys burned up a lot of ether just to fight an intraplanetary war, then I'm afraid a heart attack affecting the entire universe would come.

A veritable super primitive man who uses antimatter to light candles.

However, such wealth is not without benefits. At least at this time, when this group of uninvited guests arrived, they had to be more cautious and did not use the simplest and unpretentious strategy.

To announce the arrival of the super creature, the irresistible powerful existence, or the god.

To a certain extent, they are indeed no different from the gods to those races and creatures that have not left the planet, to a certain extent.

A psychic synchronizer was found in the warehouse.

This is an extremely old model with only one function, which is to read the skills in the soul.

The Eldar believe in the existence of the soul.

Although the soul in their cognition is actually more like a reflection of a creature in the subspace.

The logistics boy held the old device in his hand and was eager to try.

He was going to participate in this synchronization, and the object of his synchronization was the frozen corpse.

Before these visiting Eldar officially entered the planet in front of them, they wanted to obtain some useful information first.

After all, these guys grew up under the light of the etheric moon, and who knows what kind of ghosts they are.

This is a necessary preparation.

Of course, it is hard to say whether this preparation is good or not.

The eager logistics boy officially activated the synchronizer.

This attempt is about to begin.