From Skaven to God-King of War

The expansion of the Rat Empire has been accelerated. Countless flesh and blood factories are working with assembly plants at all levels to rapidly occupy the planets within the Rat Empire.

Crazy mining, these guys are like mechanical locusts gnawing at planets one by one.

According to statistics from the Rat Royal Engineers Association, every day, about one trillion biochemical machines of various types are produced in the Rat Empire. These things are simultaneously deployed in the vast territory. At the same time, this is not the limit of productivity. This number is growing every day.

The invasion of the subspace has been curbed. In the longevity plan, most of the rats have obtained a healthy body forever and a lifespan that has increased several times compared to before. At the same time, the upper limit of the lifespan of the rats is still increasing.

Five hundred years, seven hundred years, one thousand years, with a large enough experimental sample, these rat engineers seem to have really become gods. They wantonly and recklessly adjust the rat species at the genetic level.

Becoming more powerful, able to adapt to most atmospheric environments, doubling the repair ability, and being able to breathe sulfide gas directly, these series of changes are happening very quickly.

Even, the experimental samples are large enough to allow the rats to contact the truly taboo aspects, the soul. They have no idea about the adjustment of their own souls for the time being, but they have really begun to contact some strange things, thoughts, desires, and those wandering subspace spirits. They use this discovery to prolong their lives.

I have to admit that these rat engineers are indeed smart enough, although they are really very crazy.

They began to actively cultivate the gods that they controlled, which began when they discovered that the various desires and thoughts were related to those subspace evil gods.

The principle is probably like this.

Control your own thoughts, feed specific thoughts to a specific subspace spirit, push it to the throne of the god, and make it completely become a wish-making machine that can answer any request.

This is difficult for ordinary intelligent races to do, but it is not a difficult task for these rat engineers who play with biochemical technology.

All you need to do is to mass produce that special rat brain and refine a thought into it, that is, whether it is sadness, despair, or joy, no matter what kind of emotion, it must be repeated continuously.

"Respond, respond, make a request, respond!"

Repeat such thoughts and continuously supply the desire produced to a certain guy.

The case has been solved. These biochemical brains are actually rats, but they are castrated in most aspects and can only mechanically repeat the skills template.

These rat engineers are now going to do the same thing to the selected subspace spirits as they did to these biochemical brains. Through such repeated thoughts and desires, they can induce these confused subspace spirits to actively transform into a state similar to a tool, and then turn this tool into a real god.

Did they succeed? They succeeded. The rat engineers called such things cloud gods.

These cloud gods have all the power of gods, and their success actually relies on the confusion and uncertainty of the subspace spirits themselves.

The rats didn't completely understand what the soul was, but they were the first to start artificially creating gods, which was worthy of them.

This situation belongs to the situation that the reason was not understood, but the result was achieved. As long as these cloud gods bestowed divine power, the revival of the soul did not seem to be a difficult thing.

However, this is actually more of a benefit for a small number of people. After all, the proportion of desires and thoughts that are converted into divine power is not particularly high.

Next, some changes occurred that made the names of these cloud gods completely established.

Virtual reality is popular. In order to avoid the pollution of the cloud gods by the subspace, the gods created by the rats were stuffed into the virtual world created by the rats in the virtual reality network.

At the same time, a new currency was born, a virtual reality currency called desire coins. This thing is a currency that is quantified and materialized by all the emotional ups and downs produced by the rats in this virtual reality network.

It seems difficult to understand, but a simpler explanation is that these desire coins are the embodiment of the soul traces left by the rat souls in this virtual world.

The ups and downs of emotions all come from the agitation of the soul, and the agitation of the soul will become the food of the cloud gods. After they eat these agitations, the remaining currencies are materialized and become these desire coins.

While the above situations are going on, the cloud gods also exist as servers of the second world of virtual reality.

This is a very genius and crazy architecture with characteristics of the rat people.

These desire coins replaced the status of all equivalents in the rat empire and became the ultimate currency. There is no other reason, just because these desire coins can be exchanged for the control of the cloud gods, in exchange for their gifts and power.

This alone is enough to overwhelm everything.

The birth of such an architecture and the emergence of cloud gods, these things even overwhelmed the promotion of the longevity plan and the popularization of biochemical machinery.

The rats seem to be heading the same way as the gerbils, indulging themselves in the second world of virtual reality. However, unlike the unlucky gerbils, these guys have unparalleled power and gods in their second world.

At their peak, each rat planet had its own second world, and each planet had a unique cloud god in its second world.

Until the passage of time and the advancement of technology, the power of these cloud gods was constantly raised, and the second worlds of the rat planets had the conditions to connect with each other.

A chaotic carnival began.

By the way, there is something very interesting in this reality, that is, the rise of world architects and the rise of rat cultural giants.

Strange game worlds, special scenes for venting various desires, unimaginable entertainment venues, these things are rapidly rising in the second world of the rats, and they are all free, freely available to every rat to read and play.

This structure is derived from the rules left by the ratmen engineers after they built the trinity structure of cloud gods, virtual world, and desire coins.

If you can make other ratmen emotionally agitated in the second world, then you can get a large part of the desire coins born from the emotional agitation.

All of this is born based on this rule.

After all, the number of desire coins that a person can produce in his lifetime is limited.

To put it cruelly, this set of rules and the development of virtual reality, the logic of all these things are based on the feedback after a resource that the ratmen have never been able to use on a large scale is now used efficiently.

That is the soul. In the past, the ratmen squeezed the flesh to the limit, and squeezed the soul trapped in the flesh. Now, the ratmen squeeze the soul to the limit, but they disdain the flesh.

The birth of the desire coin is accompanied by the wear and tear of the soul. The more soul coins a ratman produces, the more wear and tear his soul will experience, which is not a good thing.

If you can't get the gods in the clouds to bless and repair your tired soul, then after such wear and tear, what greets you is a faster soul silence.

It seems that a happy utopia has been born, but in fact, it is just that the rat engineers have incorporated every rat into a more decent soul factory.

In this soul factory, there is not even unemployment. From the moment a rat is born, he will have a body that will not get sick or old, and extremely abundant material conditions. Before he reaches adulthood, he will undergo a period of education. If he is qualified, he will enter the next stage and become a real elite in the rat empire with the right to stay away from the second world. If he is not qualified, then boundless happiness will begin.

Endless games, all kinds of strange and fantastic worlds, targeted worlds of desire, and those super cultural companies that rack their brains and do everything they can to please them and make them capture more emotional excitement and desire coins.

Until their souls are old and dull, and they can no longer produce desire coins, and they go to extinction peacefully.

But is this a bad thing? Not necessarily. At least compared to the past, this situation can be regarded as the most peaceful and prosperous period that the rats are experiencing, and it can even be called a utopia.

The rats born in this period will be told this sentence.

Don't suppress, don't restrain, indulge, revel in, and have endless joy!

Extreme prosperity, unparalleled prosperity, even the power has begun to rise continuously.

The rats relied on the power of those cloud gods to suppress all other subspace gods in the control area and those messy subspace spirits. These cloud gods have become extremely powerful in a very short time in hundreds of years. They broke into this hazy and chaotic subspace like patrol police, waving the sticks in their hands, and whipped the evil gods of the subspace who were eyeing them with ill intentions.

For a while, they were beaten so hard that they cried like ghosts and howled like wolves. It was so clear and upright. It was hard to say about other things, but the rats were definitely the first race to strengthen the evil gods of the subspace.

Everything was going well, and the rats seemed to have no opponents in the entire physical universe.

After all, one hundred and thirty-six miles, one hundred and thirty-six planets, one hundred and thirty-six gods, who wouldn't be confused after seeing this.

But it can't be said that there are no hidden dangers. The Eldar fleet lost in the chaotic space and time tides finally ran out from the center of the chaotic physical universe.

But how to say it, time doesn't seem to be on their side. To be more precise, they came a little too late, a little too late.

In the edge galaxy of the Rat Empire, in an ordinary void, there was a violent wave, and with a huge crack being torn open, a huge interstellar fleet appeared in this empty void.

The commander of this lord fleet is an old female Eldar, who is also a powerful subspace navigator.

For a long-lived race like the Eldar, aging is an uncommon phenomenon, as most of them are able to maintain their youthful appearance until the moment of their death.

This old female Eldar is a matriarch, which is also an unusual title. It means that she leads an Eldar clan and probably once owned an Ark mothership.

Among the Eldar, only the tribe that has a mothership that can be used for various migrations in the starry sky can be recognized as a clan.

The configuration of this fleet is obviously too shabby for a matriarch, but it is not surprising. After all, the motherships lost in that war that lasted for who knows how many years are not few.

There are even a lot of clans that disappeared or even removed from the war.

In the last stage of the war, the matriarch's Ark mothership was destroyed. Fortunately, she still retained a complete large fleet and still had the hope of owning an Ark mothership again, but this hope was getting smaller and smaller as time went by.

As a last resort, she snatched the conquest mission and left the battlefield without hesitation, ready to go to the edge of the universe to find the small galaxy with a large concentration of ether crystals that were unknown whether they were true or false.

To be honest, it is really difficult to determine whether the galaxy in this galaxy is real or fake. After all, the person who gave this information was a small reconnaissance captain who disappeared in the war five hundred years ago and was caught in the warp storm. Even only the captain of the reconnaissance ship came back alive.

How credible are the words and intelligence given by the people caught in the warp storm? This is really a question that makes people wonder.

Anything can happen in the warp, and she has seen more bizarre things than this in her long life.

Just let it exist this time.

"A small galaxy with a large amount of ether crystals at the edge of the universe!"

Ether crystals are too precious to the Eldar, and she also wants to take the remaining power of the clan away from the increasingly cruel and chaotic battlefield for a while, that is, she doesn't care so much.

I just don't know why, she felt a little uneasy after successfully completing the warp jump.

As a powerful navigator, her feeling will definitely not be lost for no reason, but where does this uneasiness come from?

What I have arrived at is just the barren and desolate edge of the Milky Way?