From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 118, Death of the King

Powerful elemental fluctuations appeared on the crude wooden staff in the old priest's hand.

And it gushed out with the swing of the wooden staff.

The earth was torn into hideous cracks by the violent shaking, and the stone houses collapsed with a loud bang.

The knights, regardless of friend or foe, fell into the cracks that had been torn apart in the earth.

Amidst the screams of terror, at least half of the ratmen raiding knights and the vast majority of the kingdom's guards were buried underground.

The real earthquake magic was forcibly used by the old priest.

Even though he paid an unimaginable price for it.

The wooden staff collapsed into yellow powder, and turbid crystals spread and climbed over the flesh and blood, almost completely peeling off the flesh and blood.

It almost turned into a hideous giant skeleton rat.

But the old priest was still alive. The life essence accumulated from years of eating blood mushrooms saved his life for a short time and exempted him from part of the cost of forcibly using earthquake magic.

This crazy priest was not allowed to die on the spot from the backlash of the elements.

But the old priest was still dying, and the turbid crystals were still spreading on his flesh and blood.

However, such a miserable situation could not stop him from showing his wanton and sharp laughter.

In the end, he won!
The last obstacle has been cleared, hold on tight!

At this moment, he didn't even have time to pay attention to the rat-man knights who began to flee in panic after the killing aura ended.

Climbing down from the roof with difficulty, the old priest saw more and more turbid crystals on his body, and it seemed that he was about to turn into a crystal statue.

He doesn't have much time left, hurry up, hurry up.

He staggered towards the transparent tower not far away.

Want to speed up the pace.

But he couldn't do it. His legs were covered with turbid crystals so he could only stagger forward step by step.

The background around him was the burning flames, large areas of ruins, and blood that kept oozing from the ground.

The hideous cracks on the ground were slowly healing and closing after the magic spell ended. The earthquake spell that the old priest forcibly used was not enough to leave permanent scars on the ground.

However, this brought even more terrifying secondary damage. The knights who fell into the cracks were completely buried underground as the earth healed, and they no longer had the possibility of climbing out.

The desperate screams were gradually blocked under the land.

A lucky guy seized the opportunity with difficulty and climbed out from the gradually healing crack.

No one knew where his helmet had gone, his delicate armor was covered in blood, and he was breathing heavily.

He is the king of the wild boar people.

He was very lucky to crawl out from underground, but he was also about to die.

The armor on his chest was twisted and deformed, sinking deeply into his chest. He was breathing heavily, and blood kept oozing out of his mouth.

All I saw was a mess.

Not far away, the old priest with staggering steps appeared in his eyes.

The gradually weakening body and the constantly overflowing blood made the king understand something at this moment, and he revealed a miserable expression.

Muttering to himself.

“Am I going to die?

Is it so easy to die?

I thought I could wrestle with the gods."

Without stopping his movements, he drew his dagger from his waist and threw it out with all his strength.

All the strength in his body was exhausted, the world before his eyes was dark, and he fell heavily to the ground.

There was no sound.

This king, who had a desire to transcend the gods, eventually died in front of the gods' temple. Even the last thing he did before his death was to stop a crazy ratman who coveted the gods' temple.

Although it didn't work out.

The flying dagger hit the staggering old priest not far away.

But it was the last blow before death, and the accuracy was not good enough.

It hit the old priest's legs, and with the sound of the crystal shattering, the old priest fell heavily to the ground.

The old priest's legs, which were covered with turbid crystals, broke, and he fell to the ground.

Without his legs, the old priest could only crawl on the ground with his hands.

Almost using up all his strength.

His eyes were fixed on the tall tower not far away that was flashing with bright white light.

The strength in my body was gradually exhausted.

With a whimpering sound.

With his eyes wide open, he stretched out his hand hard, trying to grab the tall tower not far away.

"Oh God! Oh God!"

The crazy mouse is also running out of energy.

But he was unwilling to give up, nor was he willing to give up.

I don't want to die like this.

Until a ray of golden light pierced through the bright white light supported by the transparent tower and fell towards him.

A bit of warmth followed the light and penetrated into the old priest's body.

A small smile appeared at the corner of his mouth and gradually widened.

The old priest had fulfilled his long-cherished wish. He was blessed by the gods, just like a white mouse! Just like a white mouse!

He received the same blessing as the white mouse!

That arrogant guy could no longer ignore him, because he too had received the blessing! He had also received the blessing of the gods!

That arrogant guy can't ignore me anymore!

"I am the God-given!"

Amidst that ostentatious laughter, the ratman priest lost his breath.

Just die.

Even though he received Du Yuan's blessing at the last moment of his life, Du Yuan even dropped a drop of life essence as he wished.

But this still couldn't save his life.

After the violent earth element completely eroded his body, the life essence could not save his life.

In front of the heretic tower that was shining with white light.

A statue of a rat man appeared, crawling on all fours, but with his head raised high and grinning.

The boarmen warriors who arrived later saw only a mess.

The ground was oozing with blood, the dead king, and a crystal statue was crawling in front of a tower.

Imagine.

tomorrow.

When the news of the king's death spreads, an unstoppable chaos is bound to spread in the boar kingdom.

What incredible news this is.

And the place where the boar king died is so sensitive.

The king died in front of the temple.

What a fascinating description this is!
It makes people want to go astray.

But who knows.

Although all this originated from the ambitions of the Boarman Kingdom, more of it came from the crazy idea of ​​a ratman priest.

What is even more unimaginable is...

This rat priest abandoned everything and followed the expedition into the lush forest, and rushed into the heart of the wild boars without hesitation.

This guy successfully crossed most of the plains and killed the boar king in the boar capital.

A guy who did such a shocking thing, such a crazy guy.

Most likely it was just to prove himself.

　Okay, I won’t move any more, brothers. After finishing two chapters today, I feel drained. I’ll take a break and finish it tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)