From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 120: The Exit of the Wild Boar God

Realized that there was nothing else he could do.

But I still don't want to accept such an ending.

With great resentment, he cursed Du Yuan.

"I curse that your path to God will be cut off! I curse that your path to God will be cut off!"

Du Yuan curled up the corners of his mouth at such an angry expression.

The curse of God is certainly powerful, but for the guy in front of him, Du Yuan can only say that this force is not enough to even tickle him.

The curse in despair turned into a dark aura that passed through the violent collision of the divine arts and was trying to climb towards Du Yuan.

It’s just a pity that the thing around Du Yuan already has an owner.

This dark aura was instantly torn apart by the lingering blood-colored spiritual light.

The blood-colored aura on Du Yuan's body became even stronger. If Du Yuan did not suppress it himself, this aura could even surround his entire body.

If you focus your eyes on these spiritual lights, you may even see some strange visions.

As for the content of the visions, believe me, if you are an ordinary person, you would never want these images to appear in your mind.

Killing, wailing, death, desire, hatred, faith.

Everything turned into this scarlet aura in the entanglement, entangled on Du Yuan. The crazy curse of the weak apprentice god not far away was nothing in front of these complicated things tangled into a ball.

The boar man's god fell into utter despair.

"You damn evil god!"

The corners of Du Yuan's mouth raised a few arcs, and he ignored the desperate wails of the guy in front of him.

How could he know.

If Du Yuan had a choice, would he actually prefer to be an upright god who keeps a low profile?
But obviously, there is no choice!
………….

In the boar king's city.

The advancing rat army finally arrived here, and the current situation of the city was obviously unable to withstand the rat attack.

After the boarman high priest also fell.

The city has fallen into complete chaos.

The arrival of the rat army was just the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The flames in the city burned more fiercely. The ratmen who arrived were not as merciful as the boar commander who started a civil war in the royal city.

Either die or become a slave.

Of course, there were more deaths, because now these excited priests needed more sacrifices.

Lots of offerings.

A large number of wild boar men were pushed to the front of the transparent tower.

One after another, highly deformed giant rats were pushed out.

These are the last remnants of the incubation pool, completely deformed flesh and blood creatures, these chaotic and violent guys are pushed towards the transparent tower in front of them.

Then, in that bright light, there was destruction accompanied by desperate wails.

This was not the end. One after another, creatures of flesh and blood were pushed towards the tall tower in front of them.

In a similar way, Sheng Qi chose the same solution as the crazy predecessor in the swamp wetland.

Choose to use pollution to break the protection that shrouds the temple of God.

Soon, the bright light of the tower began to dim as the creatures of flesh and blood continued to perish.

The temple of the heretic god in front of them will soon be completely exposed to the ratman priests.

A grand sacrifice is about to begin.

It would be a great honor!

All the ratmen priests gradually became fanatical and excited while waiting.

Except for Sheng Qi, who was one of the supreme commanders of the Joint Expeditionary Force.

At this moment, he inexplicably felt a little nervous and regretful.

Especially after seeing the crystal statue in front of the tower.

Sheng Qi recognized who the statue belonged to at a glance.

His former teacher. That damn old guy, how could Sheng Qi not recognize him? After all, even the name Sheng Qi was given by this old guy.

The crystal statue that the old priest transformed into was not cleared away by the wild boar people because it was too close to the transparent tower.

Due to the properties of the transparent tower and the temple.

The only one who had the power to deal with him was the Boarman High Priest. However, the Boarman High Priest had been in a hurry since returning to the Boarman King's City, and never found the time to deal with the crystal statue kneeling in front of the tower until his death.

Sheng Qi felt the breath from God on the crystal statue.

It's not the aura of the heretic god in the tower in front of him.

It is the breath left behind by the truly great god.

As a priest, the only thing that Sheng Qi could not mistake was the aura of God.

The more certain he was, the more ridiculous this matter seemed to him.

How could it be that this old guy actually got what he wanted and received the gift from God!

That is a gift from the great God!

Complex emotions suddenly appeared in Sheng Qi's heart and kept flowing.

Until the tall tower in front of them was completely dimmed in the darkness, until those excited priests rushed forward and forcibly pushed the tall tower representing the heretical god to the ground.

The mournful cries of the boarman slaves startled Sheng Qi. He came to his senses in a trance, and carrying the flag of the Western Expeditionary Force, he climbed up the ruins of the tower with the leader of the Central Expeditionary Force.

A large number of sacrifices were pushed onto the ruins.

Sincere and fervent prayers echoed in the venue at this time.

But the gods never cast their gaze again.

The devout rat-man priests bowed down, as if they felt that this would give them what they wished for.

Sheng Qi did not do so because he knew that the gods would probably not pay any attention to him anymore.

Look not far away.

After the tower fell, the crystal statue took over and continued to emit a hazy light.

The corners of Sheng Qi's mouth twitched violently.

A missed decision resurfaced in his mind, crawling like an ant.

if?

What would have happened if he had made this choice?
So is it possible that the blessing from God and this kind of glory belong to him?

Endless regret emerged in greed, and Sheng Qi only saw glory in the old priest's glory and death.

But obviously, there is often only one chance to choose.

high altitude.

That height is invisible to mortals.

The battle between the gods has reached its final stage, with the temple being torn down.

The classmate in front of Du Yuan has reached the end of his life.

No matter whether it was resentment or scolding, all these things could not change the final outcome at this moment.

Du Yuan did not choose to be as disgraceful as him.

He bent down slightly, as if saying goodbye to an old friend.

With a faint smile on his face.

Not far away, the incarnation of the boar man’s god began to gradually disintegrate into light points after losing its anchor point.

In the end, this guy actually calmed down.

Looking at Du Yuan coldly.

"I'll wait for the news of your failure."

Du Yuan shook his head at these last harsh words.

He turned his head away without even looking at the failed guy.

"Then I won't bother you with your concern."

(End of this chapter)