From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 214, Divine Transformation

The war reached its most tense moment, and a grand sacrifice began, praying for the blessing of the gods, but this grand sacrifice was not started by the rat people.

The tallest and most majestic bear orcs wore heavy rock armor during the ceremony. Pale mist emerged from their towering black round noses, and strange and sharp rocks climbed their bodies.

The wolf orc king once again gathered a huge number of wolf knights, and the gurgling green light flowed around all the wolf knights like running water.

The gnolls, the gnolls drove over a huge army of servants.

There were also the Centaurs. The Centaurs fought the most desperately. All the Centaur priests gathered together. During the grand sacrifice, the storm began to gather.

Various races, all kinds of armies, war machines, wild altars, strange rituals, and colorful lights rising into the sky.

The grassland races are indeed not good at machinery and casting, but among so many races, there is still an outlier.

A tribe of short sheep orcs seemed to be very skilled in machinery and casting.

The war equipment they created was exquisite and operated smoothly, and was even slightly better than that of the rat people.

But sometimes, the more advanced the weapon is, the better it is.

The ratmen's huge series of war machines have a much longer range and greater power than what these dwarf sheep orcs can offer.

The young ratmen wearing shaking metal armor were driven onto the battlefield in the first batch, waving their spears excitedly until they collided head-on with the bear orcs who were like mobile fortresses.

Like an ant that was easily crushed to death.

The ratmen reinforcements accumulated in the rear fortress were the first to surge forward.

The war machines of both sides began firing first, and swollen ratmen with desperate screams were thrown onto the battlefield one after another.

One hideous scarlet area after another exploded on the battlefield.

Calibrating, still calibrating.

The excited Big Claw Priest locked his target on the enemy troops operating war machines, constantly calibrating with each launch.

Vast magical light began to flicker on the battlefield.

The magic cast by the rat-man priests covered the sky for a time.

Neither side wanted to drag it on any longer, and both sides put everything they had into the fight. The most brutal phase of the war began.

Flags appeared at the forefront of the battlefield. They were the kings, chiefs and leaders of each race. Compared with them, the ratmen seemed extremely weak.

Shu Zhan climbed up the platform, a bloody shadow unfolded behind him, and with a ferocious roar, the supervision team began to press forward.

No matter what is falling from the sky, no matter what they are facing, it is time to move forward. The Eastern Expeditionary Force, which has been hiding in this scarlet pit for a long time, launched a charge towards the grassland coalition forces that have surrounded them tightly, wanting to meet up with the ratman reinforcements that have arrived from the rear.

At this time, the wolf beastmen cut into the battlefield at a tricky angle and at one point they were about to pierce through the Eastern Expeditionary Force's line.

But they were still stopped.

The senior ratmen priests demonstrated their strength for the first time on this battlefield. They tore hideous gullies on the ground. The advancing wolf riders suffered heavy losses and fell into the torn gullies in panic. The huge wolf rider army was cut into several scattered pieces.

If the ratmen warriors in this area had not also suffered heavy damage from this terrifying divine magic, the ratmen warriors who rushed forward would probably have dragged these wolf knights directly into the abyss of destruction.

Giving these guys a chance to catch their breath, the Wolf Riders were of good quality and quickly completed their preparations, but the Ratman warriors also came again.

A huge rain of arrows fell, with support from the Centaur Knights wandering at the edge of the battlefield. The hideous cracks in the ground slowly healed and completely buried the unlucky guys trapped in them. Desperate wails echoed under the earth, but the surviving Wolf Knights all breathed a sigh of relief.

In order to get rid of the ratmen warriors that kept pouring in, another round of divine magic was gathered.

There are not many senior rat priests who have come to this city, only twenty-three.

This is a number that is roughly equal to the high priests of the grassland coalition. There are twenty-three senior rat priests who can compete with the high priests of various races in the grassland coalition. If the high priests of weaker races such as rabbit people and fox people can really be regarded as true high priests, then the strength of both sides in this regard is roughly equal.

Another round of powerful divine magic was launched.

The wolf orc king blew the horn at his waist again in shock and anger. The vast horn sound was intended to save the wolf knights in his hands, but this time the horrifying elemental shock did not fall on these wolf knights at all.

The Centaur Knights wandering on the edge of the battlefield suffered and wanted to flee in panic, but how could they escape the divine magic cast by many senior ratman priests?

Sharp rock spikes emerged from the ground and did not disappear with time. One after another, the Centaur Knights were lifted high up and pierced by these rock spikes, with various expressions on their faces. If no one took them down, they would quietly wait to rot on these stone pillars. It was a ritualistic sacrifice in the war, coming from the senior ratman priests who revered the great gods.

The surviving Centaur knights did not dare to stay where they were and began to run flexibly along the battlefield.

The wolf beastmen began to break out, and a terrible hurricane finally built up.

Starting from the altar where the Centaur priests gathered, the terrifying hurricane that connected the heaven and earth swept the forefront of the war first. The young rat warriors who were already in a shaky state under the impact of the heavily armored bear orc warriors suffered heavy losses.

In terror, they were carried up to the sky by the hurricane. Soon, the blue hurricane was stained with a glaring red color. Countless young ratmen were splashed towards the ratmen's line like raindrops by this violent hurricane.

The young ratmen fell like meteors, and some of the lucky ones would not truly die until the moment they hit the ground.

The morale of all the ratmen troops suffered a severe blow.

This is a thorny issue. The morale of the Eastern Expeditionary Force was on the verge of collapse after a long war. Fortunately, this war was not supported by Rat War alone.

The shaking war bell tower was pushed onto the battlefield, and the shrill bells suppressed all the noise on the battlefield.

Everything is such a mess.

Scarlet was smeared on every corner of this cruel battlefield, intertwining with each other, and there was no retreat.

Shuzhan killed a fox king who was carrying a flag, and lifted the corpse high with a blood-red spear, challenging the opponents in front of him who were also carrying flags.

The violent hurricane swept towards the depths of the battlefield, rampaging forward.

He revealed again the bearmen warriors that he had swallowed. These heavy bearmen warriors were not brought into the sky. The violent hurricane did not have much impact on them. Only a lot of the rock armor attached to their bodies were broken. This was not a big problem. Under the entanglement of the thick yellow light, the heavy rock armor was still growing and filling in the missing positions.

There was just a little more commotion, and a hint of red appeared in their eyes.

The killing aura of the rat priests was a double-edged sword, dragging everything on the battlefield to a complete fight to the death. However, these bad guys didn't care, dancing crazily, witnessing the chaos in front of them, and reveling in the diffuse blood.

These heavily-armored bear orc warriors could no longer suppress the bloodshot in their eyes. Their rationality began to fade away. In their violent roars, their animal nature overwhelmed everything. They crawled down on the ground and charged forward violently like a real giant bear.

Like a wild beast, he was wreaking havoc on the battlefield.

A bell tower was targeted by a violent, heavily-armored bear orc warrior. Because of the noisy and harsh bell sounds, the bitter consequences of their own actions eventually came back to these rat-men priests themselves. Amid the horrific collision sounds, the towering bell tower was shaking.

They fled in panic, and only the rat-man priest on the top of the bell tower seemed to be addicted to the shrill bell sounds and did not respond until the towering bell tower collapsed.

The violent heavily-armored bear orc warriors trampled the towering bell tower in anger, and the surrounding ratmen warriors with red eyes rushed forward.

A miserable guy climbed out from the ruins with difficulty. It was the focused ratman priest. He did not die in the collapsed bell tower. When he looked up, he saw the ratman warriors swarming in.

A look of despair appeared on their faces. These red-eyed guys didn't care whether he was a priest or not. The desperate scream only echoed once in the area.

A neat team appeared from behind the ratmen, their bright silver armor stood out on the battlefield. They were the temple guards. They joined the battlefield, and their goal was the unfinished sacred revenge.

A blood-colored flag with golden patterns fluttered on the battlefield. The lances were laid flat, and a charge with a clear target began towards a corner of the battlefield.

The surviving Centaur Knights noticed the temple guards' intention and gathered together, but this only made the temple guards speed up a bit.

All Centaurs must die!

The madly running temple guards overwhelmed the gathered Centaur Knights, and with their remaining momentum they overwhelmed the ongoing sacrifice. One by one the Centaur priests were nailed to the ground, and their bodies were chopped off by these brutal temple guards.

The temple guards began to fight against the various troops of the grassland coalition gathered in the rear.

These temple guards were madly killing everything around them in a violent and manic state.

But it did not play a decisive role in the outcome of this chaotic war.

The violent hurricane that connected the sky and the earth did not dissipate immediately after losing control. It became more unstable and more dangerous, smearing on the battlefield like an eraser. Everything on the battlefield became its target of attack.

No one would muster the courage to deal with something like this, but at this moment the battlefield was painted scarlet.

This hurricane exerted its maximum power, absorbing too many warriors from various races, until it exceeded a critical point. The movement of the hurricane became stagnant, and suddenly exploded, with heavy rain falling on this chaotic battlefield.

This heavy rain is made up of countless corpses of different kinds.

The influx of ratmen warriors quickly filled the gap in the battlefield, fighting everything in front of them in the chaos.

The violent grassland tribal warriors tore through the defense lines in anger.

The wolf orc king raised his head and his eyes fell on Rat Zhan who was fighting fiercely with leaders and heroes of various races on the war front.

He blew the horn at his waist again.

There was also a trace of bloodshot in his eyes.

In this cruel battlefield, even heroes are not immune.

They fought fiercely with each other.

The war has come to this point, and the outcome is no longer determined by the individuals standing on the battlefield.

This world has gods, and each god is the real protagonist of this world.

The sky suddenly changed color.

The gods of the grassland could not bear to watch it any longer. Such a war was too cruel, and the huge losses had reached the point where even they, as gods, felt distressed.

Especially the demigod worshipped by the Centaurs. The Centaurs are almost going to be extinct on this battlefield. Even if they win in the end, the Centaurs will also decline. Moreover, not only that, the large-scale death of priests will inevitably lead to a shake in their faith.

He brought down His wrath with great caution.

He restrained some of his strength, and most of his attention was still on Du Yuan in the distance.

The gods of the grassland are ready for battle.

Waiting for Du Yuan's response, but Du Yuan didn't give any response.

Just watched it all happen.

The Centaur god's movement of restraining his strength caused a terrifying shock on the grassland.

He holds the ministry of wind and controls the power of wind.

The wind began to gather, and this terrifying wind gathered in one area, almost crushing everything in the area.

The area chosen by the Centaur god to attack was a scarlet pit dug by the ratmen, and there were still a large number of ratmen troops wandering in this pit.

It was as if the sky was about to collapse. The scarlet deep pit that had been reinforced through repeated calcination began to collapse, layer by layer. There was not much fear lingering and screaming. The moment the wind came, all the rats in the deep pit rushed to their deaths, without even being given time to be afraid.

The entire city was destroyed, but the Centaur god showed a hint of surprise.

A flag stood upright, standing firm in the direct attack of the god.

The scarlet light held up and resisted the downward wind, relying on a fluttering flag, the flag of the Central Expeditionary Force blessed by Du Yuan.

Du Yuan still did not move.

The Centaur god also became ruthless and launched another attack.

But suddenly, he sensed the threat and looked in horror at Du Yuan who was not far away.

A terrifying aura appeared on his body and grew stronger with the passage of time.

His divinity was finally fulfilled.

(End of this chapter)