From Skaven to God-King of War

There was hardly any surprising reversal in this massacre.

These rat warlords who were simply calculated, gathered together, and fell into depravity, and who had become somewhat unable to see themselves clearly, could not make any waves.

In the grassland city not far away, for today, the leader of the temple guards specially prepared a viewing platform.

A group of rat lords, the scarlet grassland, the main continent, the guys who can be named and those who can't be named, almost all gathered here at this moment.

The figure in armor, leaning on the guardrail with delicate patterns, looked down at the cruel massacre in front of him.

He didn't even turn his head, but the rat lords behind him began to tremble unconsciously.

Is there anything more deterrent than such a direct scene?

These guys who have been high and mighty for too long have forgotten the original rules in the rat empire. Peace has indeed poisoned the rats for too long.

This viewing platform is actually quite far from the battlefield. The blood, screams, and the harsh friction of the gears cannot be heard here.

But fear began to rise unconsciously in the hearts of these guys.

Suddenly, a group of guys in the massacre attracted the attention of the leader of the temple guards.

Turned his head back.

At this time, he turned his head back, and almost none of the guys in front of him dared to look at him.

They all lowered their heads in fear. Who could have thought that a few years ago, these guys could still gather together to compete with him for the dominance of this land.

In the end, he grasped the most fundamental law of the Rat Empire.

Violence and power.

That's why he didn't fall in the rotation of the Rat Empire.

So he was willing to give a guy with the same vision a chance.

On that battlefield, blood smeared the ground and corpses piled up.

Qi was covered in blood, and a big sword was firmly stuck in the gap of the armor on his back.

On the other hand, Heimao was kneeling on the ground not far away, with a broken flag piercing his ribs and nailing him to the ground.

He did not defeat Heimao by his own strength.

Beside him, the bodies of the guards fell to the ground one by one.

If it weren't for his guards who kept rushing over fearlessly, Qi would probably be cut in half by Heimao's sword.

However, he won the first half after all.

Heimao struggled to pull out the broken flag that pinned him to the ground. In the rough movement, the luxurious flag was torn into pieces, and blood kept flowing out, and he roared sharply.

He really did it.

Standing up with red eyes, Heimao panted in a low voice, staring at Qi not far away.

Actually, he and Qi are quite similar. They are both subordinates of the former commander-in-chief. They are both unwilling to give up what they have and unwilling to give up the title of rat warlord.

They are also struggling to hold on, but the two guys have chosen different paths.

Everyone in the Rat Empire is afraid of another commander-in-chief.

This is not good for anyone.

But everyone knows that as long as they reach a certain step, no matter who they are, no matter what promises they make, and no matter how much benefits they share, there is no way to stop them from climbing to that position.

Rat people are greedy.

No one wants to be a rat warlord for their whole life. If there is a chance and a possibility, they will definitely climb up.

Unruly, disloyal, ambitious, greedy and desperate.

These are statements for the rat warlords.

Qi is like this, Heimao is like this, and those scattered rat warlords are also like this.

Therefore, the suppression and defense against them have never stopped.

If the leader of the temple guards was not really ambitious, then according to what the rat lords had agreed, all the organized rat armies would be disbanded as soon as the war ended, and the rat warlords would also be reunited.

Rat mercenaries would become an absolute mainstream, and the military force of the Rat Empire would give in to the rights of these guys and be dismantled into a state of scattered sand without a leader.

At that time, the ambitious temple guard leader took advantage of the rat lords' abandonment of their greedy guys and severely defeated them.

The temple guards easily took the sweetest fruit of this battle, almost the entire main continent, and completely subdued the rat lords.

But in this way, the problem that the temple guards had to face was also the same.

How to deal with such a group of guys who are unruly, disloyal, ambitious, greedy and desperate, and who control a large number of ratmen troops?

In the absence of any upward environment, it can be seen from the fact that these ratmen warlords quickly colluded with the Waste City and their old masters, the ratmen lords.

They are definitely not a group of honest guys.

And today, the temple guards also gave their answer to this question.

That is to kill them all.

Kill all the rat warlords who are about to become the source of unrest and have no loyalty, and use them to intimidate all those guys with strange ideas in the rat empire.

At this moment, the decision made by the two smarter guys among the rat warlords also paid off.

Heimao chose to become a crazy wild dog, while Qi increasingly restrained his edge and made a gesture of complete submission.

Heimao, a wild dog who was extremely crazy and might even be backfired, became a tool in the hands of the temple guards.

And Qi, no matter how he restrained his light, rushed forward in this cleanup, constantly wagging his tail, but he was on the list of this massacre.

In this team, Qi lost completely.

But how to say it, Heimao didn't win there.

Even if he was not accepted by others for wagging his tail, how could this mad dog escape the fate of being abandoned?

Qi staggered forward, stood up straight, and grasped the handle of the big sword behind him. He exerted force, and blood continued to flow out. His face was hideous, and the pain was immeasurable, but Qi did not sway his body any more.

Even though Qi did not light up the blessing of killing, he was not inferior to Heimao.

He was the guy who crawled out of that grand battle. He was the lucky one who got the name of the rat warlord after suffering many disasters.

In fact, there was no problem with the defense of those guys. Whether it was Qi or Heimao, these two rat warlords who survived the old era were not easy to deal with.

It was just a pity that peace came.

Even the war was stopped, and their ambitions could only be suppressed and rot in this peace.

The period when the war just ended.

The rebellious rat warlord had once approached Qi. He was not a stupid guy. He obviously saw that the war was about to stop, and he knew what would happen to them as weapons after the war stopped.

But Qi rejected him.

Qi did not participate in the rebellion.

Not long after, he saw the guy hanging high at the gate of the fierce city.

He shouted crazily.

Qi was unwilling to accept such a result.

He threw away the big sword in his hand casually, and Qi held the short spear in his hand and charged towards Heimao not far away.

Heimao was not to be outdone, and rushed towards Qi crazily.

The two miserable guys collided with each other.

And around them.

It was the crazy mincing of Heimao's Storm Army and Qi's rat army.

The other rat warlords and their armies all ended one by one.

Now, the only ones still fighting were Qi and Heimao, Qi's Ratman Corps and Heimao's Storm Army.

Up to now, there was nothing else to do, and they were so angry that they pressed forward without any scruples.

Just like the two warlords fighting to the death in their two armies.

The surrounding temple guards gathered around, but did not press forward, but stood outside the battlefield, as if waiting for the result of this battle.

The battle lasted from day to night.

The result was unexpected.

Both sides suffered losses.

Heimao and Qi crossed paths and knelt on the ground, both of them were already dying.

At the same time, Qi's Ratman Corps and Heimao's Storm Army also fought a battle that was a loss to both sides.

On the messy battlefield, there were layers of corpses everywhere, and some scattered figures were left standing, wandering in a trance on the battlefield.

The result has been revealed.

The battle can stop.

The solemn figure appeared on the battlefield. Qi raised his head in a trance and saw a silver armor.

There was no spear thrust out, nor the waving sacrificial knife.

Qi knew that he had probably passed the test.

But for some reason, he was not happy at all.

He raised his head and looked around the messy battlefield.

His ratman army, his ratman warriors, those noisy guys, there were not many of them left.

It was empty.

He squeezed out a very reluctant smile, and then fell to the ground powerlessly.

At least, at least he was still a ratman warlord.

Not far away, Heimao still wanted to stand up.

He was swaying, and only half of the sword in his hand was left. This guy seemed to have a trick up his sleeve and wanted to take this opportunity to kill Qi.

But it was obvious that he didn't have much left.

He was swaying, and finally he couldn't hold on not far from Qi, and fell to the ground and didn't move.

This made the temple guards a little confused about what to do.

Because the order given above was to accept the winner, but it was obvious that at this time, the two guys who were both injured could no longer distinguish who was the winner.

Finally, when this news reached the guy's ears.

He finally withdrew his eyes from the blast furnace that was burning, and forgot to take a look at the tragic battlefield.

"In this case, then give them two a chance."

The tone was calm, without much ups and downs, but it was enough to determine the fate of the two guys.

It was just a simple sentence, and soon, his eyes returned to the scene in front of him.

He did not leave the Guanjing Terrace. The view here was just right, allowing him to clearly observe everything that was about to happen.

In front of the Prairie City, a grand sacrificial ceremony was about to begin.

With this war, with the rats who participated in this war, with the blood and death born from such a massacre, a sacrificial ceremony with these things as sacrifices was about to begin.

This grand sacrifice had entered the preparation stage. A large number of big claw priests began to drive the slave rats to carry the corpses on the battlefield.

It was just different from ordinary sacrifices.

This sacrifice that consumed so much effort was naturally not just for such a simple thing, and even strictly speaking, it could not be regarded as a sacrifice to the great gods.

The object of the sacrifice was the Cold Soul Giant Bell.

If the temple guards had the most dealings with such sacred things, it would undoubtedly be the Cold Soul Giant Bell. They cast the giant bell and borrowed the power of the Cold Soul Giant Bell more than once or twice.

So when there was no qualified witness, the leader of the temple guards, in addition to the great god, the first thing he thought of was the Cold Soul Bell.

He would use the ore infected with the blood of the heretic gods that fell in the grand battle, combined with the corpses, blood, and death in the massacre, to cast a sacred bell, and engrave his imperial code that was about to fall on the discount bell to determine the true foundation of the Ratman Empire.

This is what he wanted to do.

And it was about to succeed.

As long as it succeeded, then there was no doubt that the Ratman Empire would be more prosperous and truly establish its foundation, and would no longer become turbulent because of one or two turmoil or the death of a ratman.

There were many benefits to doing this, that was for sure, but the consequences he would bring were equally serious.

The foundation for the temple guards and him to act recklessly at present was violence. The temple guards who suppressed the ratman lords had the greatest violence in the ratman empire.

But now, he has to take the initiative to restrain such violence.

The Imperial Code is not just a set of codes. If he really wants to build the Skaven Empire in his mind with it.

Then the first one to be suppressed is the Temple Guard in his hands at this time.

This sacred guard has never suffered any major blows since its establishment. It has steadily moved forward in rounds of changes and turmoil and has always maintained its heyday. It is currently the most powerful and unrivaled violent organization in the Skaven Empire.