From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 230: The Rat Man Who Devours Everything
The destruction of the church alarmed the Church of God.

A team of church knights is about to arrive at this unknown remote village.

The knight in the castle, who usually ignored the affairs of the village and longed to set foot in the magnificent city one day, gave a rare speech in the center of the village.

More and more furtive figures appeared near the village.

This knight in old armor was not very good at boosting morale, or perhaps he was not very good at saying anything to these humble ordinary villagers in front of him who were never in the same class as himself.

The officer climbed onto the crude platform.

A patrol was organized, not only during the day, but also at night.

This knight was quite troubled about the upcoming knights of the church. His family had once been prosperous, but that was almost three hundred years ago. He was somewhat afraid of the church that had recently appeared but was extremely powerful.

But the people under his rule were looking forward to it.

This news was revealed to the villagers by the village affairs officer in order to stabilize the unstable people's hearts.

wait.

The village was as peaceful as usual during the day, and there was not much commotion, but most of the doors were closed. Even if one or two figures appeared in the village occasionally, they were mostly in a hurry with indelible worry on their faces.

Night is about to fall, and the young and strong men in the village gather together. The guards of the castle will not take part in this patrol. They are too busy to take care of themselves and will not get involved in the affairs here.

The torches in their hands were lit, and the castle was also brightly lit. The leader of the patrol pulled three hounds and shouted loudly as if to give himself courage.

But screams of fear were heard not far away. The hounds sensed something, barked loudly, tightened the reins, and wanted to rush out, but their owners were a little more frightened and were reluctant to take a step forward.

Until there was a commotion in the team behind him.

A hunchbacked middle-aged man's eyes turned red and he shouted in a rage.

"Old Susan!"

The patrol team really started to move, but when they arrived, it seemed to be a little late. A group of ratmen broke into a courtyard, flipped over the door, and made a lot of noise, waving their claws and teeth, tearing something apart until the patrol team arrived.

The barking of the hound startled the fierce ratmen, and they became a little more panicked when facing the flickering torches.

The two sides looked at each other, and a young ratman with blood all over his face mustered up some courage. He raised the spear in his hand high, trying to intimidate the patrol team in front of him, and stared at the villagers in front of him with his red eyes.

At this time, there were quite a few ratmen gathered in the yard, which at least gave these young guys courage.

Whether it's a fight or something else depends on the patrol's reaction.

The young ratman stood up and straightened his hunched waist. Amidst the sharp hissing, the other young ratmen behind him stopped their movements one by one. Pairs of malicious eyes fell on him, and the captain of the patrol team had an expression that was most inappropriate.

Fear, a hint of fear appeared on his face.

This caused a hint of brutality to appear in the eyes of the young ratman who was in the lead, as if he was sure of something.

With a little more excitement, his straight waist hunched down again and his body trembled a little more, which was a sign of attack.

The hounds' reaction became even more violent.

At this moment, a hunchbacked middle-aged man rushed out from the patrol team, his eyes red and he didn't care.

The excitement on the face of the leading young ratman was interrupted. Among the pitchforks that were waved recklessly, the rusty pitchfork was not just a weapon for show.

They dodged in panic, and the other young rats behind them also noticed something and scattered.

The rats fled in all directions, and the small yard suddenly became chaotic.

Almost all of them ran away in an instant. The man with red eyes didn't care. The young rat man who was leading the group also lost his fighting spirit and wanted to escape, but he failed and was forced into the corner of the chicken coop. He still wanted to intimidate them, but the man with red eyes didn't care.

The pitchfork pierced through the body of the young rat man. He tried to struggle in desperation, but was nailed firmly to the ground.

It all ended, but the ending was not happy. All that was left was a messy yard and a desperate man.

He fell to his knees, covered his face, and began to cry.

"Old Susan! Old Susan!"

He really loves his wife.

Just at this moment, a sturdy woman with shoulders almost as wide as the door frame rushed out from a house not far away.

Old Susan was not dead. The gathered ratmen only overturned the chicken coop in the yard. It seemed that the ratmen liked the hens raised by the farmers very much and even did not spare the eggs.

The patrol team arrived in time. In fact, it would not have mattered if they were a little late. Old Susan seemed very moved. She strode out and picked up the hunchbacked man.

This was a hug that could make it difficult to breathe, and the hunchbacked man's face immediately turned red. Looking at the bulging muscles and sturdy figure, the arms alone were almost as thick as the waist of an ordinary rat man. Maybe there was no need to be so urgent and worried, and Old Susan should be able to protect herself.

This year, the rat people no longer lingered around the barns and cellars where barley was piled, but instead developed an inexplicable interest in flesh and blood.

A man from the patrol team wanted to collect the body of the killed young ratman, but just as he reached out his hand, the young ratman suddenly raised his head and bit the man's hand hard. Three fingers were bitten off in an instant and screams were audible.

But the young ratman felt that it was not enough, and he swallowed the finger in his mouth and let out a shrill laugh. The hunchbacked figure strode over and stepped on the young ratman who was still struggling and not dead, as if he was stepping on a haystack in the farmland. He pulled out the bloody hayfork, and the young ratman raised his head and wanted to attack the farmer.

But the pitchfork fell first and pierced the young ratman's head, killing him completely.

Danger brings some changes. In times of crisis, people always admire the strong more.

After today, even though the captain of the patrol team did not change, the hunchbacked man has become the center of the patrol team.

He was just an ordinary farmer who had done farm work for most of his life, but suddenly he became a celebrity and was a little uncomfortable.

There are more and more rat people.

Attacks and harassment became more frequent, but this ordinary village was able to hold on. There were indeed people with more special talents. Who would have thought that this ordinary hunchbacked farmer was a natural warrior?

Especially when dealing with ratmen.

Stab out the pitchfork, step on the grass, and then pick up the hay. These simple steps are extremely effective.

But it seemed that nothing could be changed. There were more and more ratmen wandering around the village. Even though wooden walls and watchtowers were built, even women and children climbed up the watchtowers and began to stand guard in the dark.

But every day is more difficult than the day before.

He persevered and waited for the coming knights of the church.

However, the church knights did not arrive, but a flag arrived at the outskirts of the village first.

A veritable army of Skaven has arrived.

It did not appear in the dark, but appeared openly in the daytime, bringing that real fear.

Be thankful that the flag that arrived here was not a dark flag, but the result was similar.

The commander was a ratman wearing dark full body armor, carrying a yellow and black fur flag on his back.

It was Qi. Qi visited this village. After officially advancing into the forest, Rat Zhan began to divide his troops. This was his way to deal with the possible attack from the heretic gods.

Shu Zhan, who had not yet replenished his supervisory team, found it difficult to command this huge army even if he forcibly dragged it, so he simply divided it into several parts of different sizes.

Shu Zhan did not give any clear orders to the separated troops, and he even still held on to the appointment of the rat warlords tightly, which brought some confusion. After all, there was no clear distinction between superiors and subordinates in the Eastern Expeditionary Force.

The separated ratman army also lacked a commander, and Shuzhan completely ignored this problem.

He offered an extremely generous price. He didn't care what these ratmen troops who were thrown out like bait were going to do, but if they wanted rewards, if they wanted blood mushrooms, they wanted the position of the ratmen warlord.

That means you have to show your merits and exchange them for the eyeballs of these weird hairless monkeys.

Yes, in the eyes of the rat people, the Ghost-Eyed People are just a group of weird hairless monkeys, poor imitators.

It is actually somewhat similar to the great god, but even the imitation is somewhat different. The great god does not have three eyes, nor does the great god have a weird dark blue skin.

If we are going to imitate something, we should use the noble red color!

Some weird thoughts came up, but the rats showed no mercy to this group of Ghost-Eyed People. If they were not completely similar, they would be completely different. They were heretics and would be executed!
As to whether there are some other emotions in this kind of emotion, it is unknown.

Envy or jealousy, what makes you similar to the great gods, what makes you similar to the great gods.

It was an awkward feeling, although within this awkward emotion, the way the rat people treated the Dark-Eyed People was not particularly different from the way they treated other races.

It’s all killing, all being thrown into a pool of blood, all being sacrificed.

Kill you, erase you, and you will no longer be like me, my great god.

A simple, efficient and completely non-wasteful processing method.

Of course, there will be special preferential treatment.

The ratmen regarded the Dark-Eyed People as abominable heretics, dangerous heretics, heretics who must be completely eradicated.

Isn't this also a kind of preference?

(End of this chapter)