From Skaven to God-King of War

These gerbils worship the rats, and at the same time they are furious with other gerbils who dare to steal in the market. In their rage, they hang these guys one by one.

Well, although sometimes these battleship rats feel that this is unnecessary.

But how to say it, they feel that it is very meaningful and necessary. It is obvious that just three months ago, these guys were not much different from other wastelands struggling in this sea of ​​sand. In just three short months, everything has changed.

It is a very rapid transformation.

By the way, these mushroom wines are just a specialty of this market. There is another one. Although that other specialty is not so easy to take out, it is happening all the time.

There is no reproductive isolation between rats and gerbils. Strictly speaking, gerbils are a subspecies of rats. Even gerbils have a kind of exotic style that is difficult to describe for rats.

Reproduction, mixing of blood, such scenes are happening all the time in the corners of the market.

Even some gerbil girls will be taken away from this market.

Behind this market, on the ruins of the City of Progress, a brand new rat city is rising from the ground. It is the largest gathering place of rats on this planet, and it is also the place of residence promised to those rats who want to touch the earth.

It has not been too long since the last tragic massacre, but traces of gerbils have appeared here again.

How to say it, to a certain extent, rats show a loyal attitude towards marriage, and most rats will only look for a partner and an heir in their lifetime.

So to a certain extent, they will also accept a gerbil partner. In the case of having children, they are loyal to marriage, which can even make these naturally cruel guys willing to accept the natives who are regarded as pets by them as their partners.

How can this not be considered a pure love.

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Meteorite base.

One by one, the children disappeared during this period. Of course, there was no explanation for this situation. It was more that they were assigned to other places to fight for the great rat emperor, went to other places, or the unstable power in them was completely stabilized and taken away by their parents.

During this period, Victor began to ask these rat children to take a bitter pill.

In fact, he didn't have much time left. He was defeated in the last meeting of the Royal Rat Engineers Association. His resource supply was cancelled, this laboratory was to be closed, and the subject and route he was studying would be abandoned and sealed. He couldn't accept such an outcome.

There were not many choices left for him. In this situation, he had to start killing the goose to get the eggs.

The bitter pill was a mind-suppressing drug that came from a special mushroom. Long-term use could make people calmer, or in other words, it would only make people calmer.

This was a pill that Victor had been taking all the time. The reason why he experienced such a disastrous defeat in the last meeting of the Engineers Association was because his long-term use of this inhibitory drug was openly mentioned.

Those damn guys, they questioned whether he could control his emotions and whether he was still suitable for research at the meeting. That day, the furious Victor slapped the table like crazy.

Another experiment failed. A small rat man had his chest broken open on the test bench. A strange and hazy heart was replaced by Victor and the rat man's own heart.

When Victor did all this, the expression on the rat man's face did not change at all.

Taking those inhibitory drugs for a long time will bring two results. One is that all emotions are worn out. No matter what you experience or what you encounter, you will not respond. You are alive, but like you are dead.

Just like the appearance of this rat man.

Let Victor manipulate it, there is no reaction at all.

Failed, failed, Victor still failed. He felt that he might have grasped the wrong point, and threw the scalpel in his hand randomly in anger.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

A mutation was born. From the little ratman who had no expression at all, the flesh and blood began to swell. No, no, it was not the flesh and blood that was swelled, but the soul. His soul was sick.

The distortion began to proliferate disorderly. During the expansion, a passage to the subspace was opened. This laboratory, everything in this experiment, all began to distort. A monster was born in a trance. It was crawling out of the body of the little ratman whose chest was broken open. It was a monster with a hideous face and extremely angry. But if you look more carefully, you will suddenly find that no, there is nothing, as if nothing happened.

Monsters, distortions, subspace, nothing appeared. There was only the cold operating table and the ratman on the table with eyes open, heart beating slowly, but in pain, he could not make any expression and could not raise any emotion to deal with this pain.

Victor's expression was extremely ferocious at this moment, but his movements were extremely fast, step by step, walking towards the door of the laboratory.

Damn, the changes happening in the laboratory could not catch up with him at all.

Before everything that burst out in the blur swallowed him up, he left the laboratory dangerously and closed the door. Behind the door of the laboratory, there was still a guy who did not run out, Victor's assistant.

Fortunately, he was caught.

He wanted to go out by slapping the door frantically, but the great rat engineer with red eyes, the great Victor, was groping for something in the pocket of his white coat with trembling hands.

Found it, it was a silver box.

With his hands shaking violently, he tore open the box in his hand, and a white pill rolled to the ground.

This is an extremely great invention, a tranquilizer.

Perhaps you may not believe that it was originally invented and manufactured to keep rats away from madness.

If there is a race in the physical universe that has suffered the most from the erosion of the warp, it must be the ratmen.

They attracted all kinds of greedy guys to the warp almost just a few years after the world changed.

Madness is almost inseparable from the ratmen. These warp spirits are always devouring the ratmen's crazy emotions. They also want to get closer to the ratmen all the time. They want to become the gods of the ratmen.

But how to say it, the ratmen seem to be accustomed to their own madness, and at the same time they are extremely dismissive of these warp spirits who appear from the warp and call themselves gods.

More than one warp spirit that has initially condensed a little divinity has found Qi and promised Qi many benefits, and in fact they can do it.

What Qi wants most at present is the technology to be able to freely navigate through the warp in this physical universe.

Can the warp spirits give these? They actually can.

As long as Qi can help them devour the rats' chaotic desires and make them a true god in the warp, then they can protect the rats' fleets and let them sail freely in the warp.

This is indeed a tempting proposal for Qi, but how to say it, what is Qi's attitude towards these warp spirits and them?

Sneer.

This old guy almost sneered at these guys who were already considered demigods crazily and disdainfully.

"Just you? Just you are worthy of being called a god? You also want to be a god!"

At that moment, the expression on this guy's face was extremely bad, as if he had heard and witnessed something extremely ridiculous.

Of course, this angered these warp spirits. These guys do have power. The desire path that Du Yuan spread was too suitable for them, the natives of the warp. After all, when the real gods still stand in the center of the physical universe, then the physical universe will always spontaneously reject those hazy and illusory forces and push these things into another world and into the warp.

Among them, the many thoughts, greed, and desires that Du Yuan defined as having power are also in this category.

The furious spirits of the Warp wanted to kill Qi, but that day, everything was calm, as if nothing had happened. Oh, no, it wasn't that nothing had happened. A bell rang on the Fortress Star.

The big bell that had not been rung for two hundred years, witnessing the establishment of the Rat Empire, rang on that day.

And Qi's wanton laughter lasted for a long time after the bell rang.

After that day, the unwilling spirits of the Warp often wandered around the Rat Empire. More and more rats would go crazy after seeing these guys in the blur.

This white pill was born in such a situation.

Take a pill, numb your mind, stay away from the Warp, embrace the truth, praise the great Rat Emperor, forget all the pain, great!

In the Warp Advent incidents handled by the Inquisition, many rats were fed with this pill and became demented.

But how can I say it? The Inquisition is not ashamed of its achievements.

The Ratman's hymn is a hymn of courage. Even if I force you to have courage, how can it not be a hymn for those unlucky guys who will probably only open and close their mouths unconsciously for the rest of their lives?

The Ratman's hymn is a hymn of courage!

Of course, this white pill will not work for everything. For some special guys, the destructive effect of this pill is not great. Instead, it will become a real life-saving straw that can pull them back from a crazy situation.

For example, for Victor, this is the case.

One white pill after another was poured into the mouth. This dosage is already extremely dangerous. You know, ordinary ratmen can only take no more than three white pills in their lifetime.

Often after taking one pill, you will become dull and will no longer attract the attention of the spirits of the subspace.

But now, Victor stuffed so much into his mouth that it was hard to count, so much that he even showed an extremely painful expression when swallowing.

The medicine took effect, Victor slowly calmed down, the bloodshot in his eyes slowly receded, no longer so excited and ferocious.

After all this was done, Victor, who was extremely tired, leaned against the door of the laboratory behind him, wanting to take a short rest.

Behind him, everything in the laboratory could be seen through the observation glass on the door. His assistant was no longer struggling and had lost all his voice, but how intense the struggle was just now could still be seen by observing the traces left behind. Observing the bloodstains on the glass was extremely horrifying.

Victor felt that his guess might be a little wrong.

Perhaps if you want to succeed and realize that wonderful idea, it is useless to suppress all emotions. Even if the soul is numb, it will still throb.

It needs to be accepted willingly. No, no, nothing will be willing to accept these willingly.

Too many, too many, there are too many things buried in those warp spirits.

Fear, despair, pain, numbness, greed, joy, everything, they have everything.

Just like crazy people, these warp spirits, they are all crazy!

No, that's not right, just accept them, if you want to be them, if you want to be these guys, you must accept them, you must accept them!

It's not these warp spirits that are crazy, it's the warp that is crazy, it's the warp that is crazy!

Victor figured it out, he thought he figured it out, suddenly, he started laughing crazily, of course, he also realized the problem, and began to fumble for pills on his body in a hurry.

"Hahahahaha! The warp is crazy!"

Bad news, he no longer has pills on him, and he ran wildly in the corridor of this research base in a panic, laughing.

Soon, in the lounge, Victor, exhausted, muttered to himself.

Once, he felt that he would be able to complete his vision.

Now, he is not so sure.

But fortunately, he didn't fail completely, he still had a chance, he still had one more chance.

He muttered to himself.

"You won't let me down, little Fengling!"