From Skaven to God-King of War

When the chaos on the scarlet grassland was flattened by the rat warlords and a large number of rat troops in a fleeting manner.

A more terrifying turmoil entered the brewing stage.

It didn't take much effort to clean up the rioting slave rats, rat bandits, and rat ghouls, although some accidents occurred at the end.

Some rioting slave rats entrenched in the marginal areas had more strange weapons in their hands.

There were even magic cannons.

But in the end, these guys could only bring some accidents.

The guy who cleared that direction was Qi.

This guy was one of the few guys among these rat warlords who could still maintain combat effectiveness.

All the rat warlords and their troops were pulled to the grassland city.

Pulled to the starting point of the great development, and now it is still a strong and unparalleled super fortress city.

They were a little confused.

But they were not able to get any interview for the time being.

All the rat warlords were confused at this moment.

The more alert ones were a little uneasy, perhaps thinking about what they had done over the years, while the duller ones were a little more careless, as if they felt that what they had done was nothing.

Indeed.

For these rat warlords, the most basic requirement is loyalty.

As long as they are still loyal, greedy, stupid, and even incompetent, these are not a big deal, never a big deal.

And even if the temple guards want to do something to them and settle some things, now all the rat warlords are gathered together, and almost no guys have received special summons.

Even if the temple guards want to do something, how should they do it?

Compared to guessing something, it is better to keep a close eye on other rat warlords.

If one or two rat warlords are constantly received by the temple guards, then the problem will really become big.

In the past few days, the rat warlords gathered together and held banquets.

But the most frightening scene did not appear.

A lively banquet was held in a huge tent.

Qi was also sitting in it.

Sitting in the corner, the scene of the banquet in front of him made him feel a little more disgusted.

Sweet wine, fluorescent green bliss mushrooms, high-quality blood mushrooms piled on the low table, and various blood gold ornaments filled every corner of the tent.

Chaotic, bloated, but extremely luxurious.

For most ratmen, such a scene is what they have been longing for all their lives.

And for these rat warlords in front of them, this is just a place they have randomly arranged for comparison.

After falling into depravity, it seems that everything has become within reach for these guys. After all, as long as you have blood mushrooms in your hand, those rat merchants can put everything in your hand.

Holding the wine glass made of blood gold, he poured the mushroom wine that was as bright as blood into his mouth. This was a new thing made by the guys in the Waste City, a kind of wine brewed with real blood mushrooms.

It was extremely expensive.

While drinking, he was drunk, and slapped his chest to the guy next to him, and started to compare loudly.

From blood mushrooms, to sacrifices, to the blood gold he had, all kinds of things.

Peace was like the filth that looked down at the bones.

These rat warlords were not so unbearable. At least in the war that established the absolute dominance of the rats on this planet, they all showed their courage to a greater or lesser extent.

And now, after so many years, they have all turned into a group of fat and dirty evil rats.

A group of useless guys.

It's annoying.

Did Qi go to corruption? He was also corrupted. In fact, there was no difference in essence. After all, he had basically done what these guys did.

It's just how to say it.

What ratmen need most is comparison.

Qi is definitely the one who preserves his army the best among these ratmen warlords, and even slightly expands it. He still has a huge rat army in his hands.

This can be seen from the fact that he is the only ratman warlord wearing full armor among the chaotic battalion commanders, which also saved Qi's life.

Soon after, a huge furnace gradually took shape.

At the same time, a massacre was about to begin.

The leader of the temple guards was so determined to drop the Imperial Code.

And to drop this code, these ratmen warlords and their ratmen armies are needed.

It is not necessarily necessary for these guys to pay.

But they are obviously an obstacle.

The fallen ratmen warlords feel that they have maintained the lowest and most important boundary and maintained their loyalty, but this is just their illusion. In fact, they have not done anything.

The ratmen merchants who traded with them almost all came from the Waste City. Half of the blood mushrooms in their hands came from the resale of various resources, and the other half came from the ratmen lords who appeared to be submissive.

If the temple guards were not one of the most powerful forces in the Rat Empire, then the scarlet grassland and the main continent would probably become a big sieve.

This leader needs those former rat priests who have become rat lords, and needs them to give up those unrealistic fantasies and do their role well, a rat lord sitting in the city.

In order to do this, he needs a deterrent, a fear that will be remembered for a long time, and at the same time cut off their restless hands and feet, plus the priest ceremony prepared by the temple guards needs sacrifices.

All of this makes one thing very necessary.

That is a massacre.

The temple guards have not shown their strength to the guys in the Rat Empire for a long time.

I am afraid that these guys have forgotten why they are qualified to guard the temple of the gods.

Very suddenly, a massacre began.

Of course, even if you want to show your muscles, there is no need to be so impatient.

The black-haired storm army became the vanguard.

Just so suddenly.

Heimao is simply a madman, not afraid at all.

The fighting power of the rat warlords in front of him is indeed not as good as before, and it has declined unbelievably, but the number is still in that absolute advantage.

At the same time, as the regular army of the rats, a large number of war equipment is still retained.

The best way to suppress these rat warlords is not to fight head-on, but to capture those dishonest rat warlords one by one, so that it is the most efficient.

It's just a pity.

This is not just a simple war.

This is also a sacrifice.

A large number of temple guards came here one by one from all directions of the rat empire in the past few days.

Line up, prepare, then raise their weapons, and finally bet.

Heimao and his Storm Army are indeed very powerful.

But these guys also came out of that grand war after all.

Some people don't understand the situation, but in this sudden attack, in this rage, a large number of ratmen troops were mobilized soon.

The armies of several ratmen warlords gathered here were very large in scale, crowded together, and almost occupied everything in sight.

Amid the harsh bells and sharp shouts, the ratmen troops began to advance.

There are many, many problems, these ratmen warlords who have been at peace for several years and the armies in their hands.

For a time, the Storm Army was almost unstoppable, but the gap in numbers was too large. Those bulky magic cannons and various war machines were able to eliminate the suppression of ordinary ratmen by the Storm Rats to a certain extent.

The number of war machines and magic cannons in the ratmen army reached an incomprehensible peak during the period when the war just ended.

Even after the continuous reselling of the ratmen warlords over the years, there are still a large number of them in these ratmen armies.

At this time, when these things started,

For a moment, it seemed as if I had returned to that cruel war, with the roar of artillery fire and the wailing of one ratman after another.

Those who were affected, those who were blown into pieces, those whose hands and feet were broken, and those who died on the spot before they remembered, wailed sharply on the battlefield.

But no one cared about them.

In the anger of those rat warlords, in the sharp shouts, in the waving flags, there were no other more requirements, just move forward, press forward.

Those storm rats were much tougher, and they could keep silent even if they were affected by artillery fire.

Heimao had already rushed to the surroundings of the wide tent.

In the crazy shouting, he dragged the big sword in his hand and rushed forward frantically. It didn't take long.

A rat warlord died in his hands.

It was as easy as killing a bug.

Of course, this was also related to the fact that this unlucky guy was not only not wearing armor, but also had a red blush on his face from drinking, and the weapon in his hand was a magic lamp post.

It was a mess.

Qi did not participate in the chaos.

But he thought of a worse possibility.

Obviously, no matter how crazy Black Hair was, he would not do such a crazy thing for no reason.

Undoubtedly, he had received orders or approval for this attack.

Then, then, who was qualified to order and approve him?

And who would do such a thing, could do such a thing!

Qi thought of a terrible possibility.

A possibility that made his face more fearful and panic.

Obviously, obviously, this does not need to be thought about.

This does not need to be thought about!

At this time, chaos and panic began to spread.

The Storm Army retreated when steam tanks roared to the front line.

But fear made all the ratmen warriors stop, no matter which ratmen warlord was under his command, or whether they drove steam tanks or operated magic cannons.

They all stopped at this moment.

Because a group of guys entered the venue, because a group of guys wearing silver armor and holding large shields entered the venue.

No one would fail to recognize them.

No one would doubt their power and holiness.

You can see them in every temple, and you can also see the guilty expressions of the big men when facing them.

And now, they are on the battlefield, as enemies?

How can they not be afraid?

The morale of the rat warlords and their rat armies began to plummet and crumble.

There is no need to think about it.

Qi's guess was verified, and the expression on his face was extremely ugly at this moment, and what was even more frustrating was that a crazy guy rushed towards him.

Pulling out the spear on his back, with a crisp sound, Qi resisted the big sword that was chopped over.

What caught his eye was the madman Heimao.

He stared at Qi with a creepy look and shouted loudly.

"Sure enough! Sure enough, you are the only one worth watching among these guys. Last time, I wanted to chop you to death!"

This guy is getting more and more crazy, as if he was overwhelmed by the blessing of killing, or overwhelmed by the blood mushroom, or simply killed too much and became a madman.

These are all possible.

Qi did not mention the time he saved him.

After fending off this madman, Qi took off the second spear on his back.

With one hand holding a spear and the other holding a short spear, the panic on his face gradually calmed down.

No matter what the temple guards want to do, it is better not to show that bad.

As long as you show your value, you can get more possibilities. Qi has always understood this.

And even if he rushes to death in the end, he will never surrender.

At this moment, he shouted sharply.

The spear in his hand broke when the sword in Heimao's hand chopped it off. He blocked again and pulled some distance. Qi threw away the broken spear in his hand, pulled out the flag that fell outside the tent, and waved it with a sharp roar.

His rat army began to move.

No longer standing still.

It is not accurate to say that he retained the power of the rat army in his hand. In fact, over the years, he successfully tempered the rat army in his hand.

At least, at least at this moment, in the army of many rat warlords gathered here, these rat warriors in his hand, even if they were afraid, could still run towards him the moment Qi waved the flag.

It took him many years to do this.

Heimao interrupted Qi's action, and the long sword pressed down with great force. With a sharp and piercing sound, Qi took several steps back.

But he still parried it.

It seemed that in an instant, the situation was so bad that even he was a little overwhelmed.

Damn it, he didn't understand why this happened.

But he would never sit still and wait for death.

Qi also started to roar, which was rare.

"Come and try! Come and kill me!"

Using the flag in his hand as a spear, he fought with the madman in front of him, and the madness on Heimao's face seemed to be reflected on Qi's face.