From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 232, Turning Everything into Ruins
A large estate in the middle of golden wheat fields.

The target of the rat war.

In this edge area near the forest, this manor is particularly eye-catching because of its scale and unique form. It is almost a small city.

It was just unfortunate that he was targeted by a violent guy.

The pitch-black flag was raised high, and countless ratmen rushed out.

The Rat War's strategy was very direct: charge forward, charge forward all the way, and they had already created a road of ruins in this area, destroying everything along the way.

The rats have some more equipment that are limited to humans, such as pitchforks, sickles, shields and armor engraved with family crests.

The armor often could not be perfectly fitted and was disassembled into various parts during the scramble, and then happily worn by the young ratmen.

There was a young ratman wearing a breastplate and holding a pitchfork, a young ratman wearing an arm armor and wielding a spear, and so on.

Only those who are full of energy like to make various attempts. The real old foxes, the senior rat warriors in the army, those insidious and dangerous elements, on the contrary, are more simple and concise, and believe more in the spears in their hands.

Shu Zhan climbed up a tall haystack, but he looked a little funny without his black dragon scales. His body was hairless and covered with mottled and uneven scars, but it did not prevent his arrival from representing danger and destruction.

With a sharp roar, the ratmen began to charge, rushing in like a tide.

A series of rough wooden ladders were carried out, and amid the noisy sounds, they were carried by the ratmen one by one and ran towards the manor in front of them.

The archers climbed up to the lookout window.

This manor does not have a real city wall, or rather, its city wall is made up of specially planned houses.

The houses are connected and combined with each other to form a square fortress. There are no windows of any size on the walls facing the outside, but only rectangular windows for bows and crossbows to throw arrows.

Faced with the attack of the ratmen, the humans in the manor reacted quickly, the crossbows began to move, and the residents and guards joined in the defense.

This manor was not defenseless against the arrival of the ratmen. They took in a group of residents who escaped from the village destroyed by the Rat War.

However, the thrown arrows and fired crossbow bolts were too weak for the inrushing ratmen and were not worth mentioning.

Soon they rushed to the front. Long ladders were put up on the houses that served as walls. The rats gathered under the ladders in a large crowd and began to climb up excitedly in the crowd.

The guards in the manor climbed onto the roof and ran anxiously on the shaky wooden roof. This area has been peaceful for too long, so long that the roof, which was originally built as a war platform, has become so loose and rotten. While running, you can clearly hear the creaking sound of the wooden boards under your feet under the weight.

He wanted to push down the long ladder that the rats were using to climb up to the house.

This is not easy. Even though these are hastily made ladders, most of the tops are tied with broken spear tips or sharp protrusions. After being placed on the walls of the house, the spear tips will be deeply pressed into the wall and cannot be pushed down so easily.

Of course, there are exceptions. Some long ladders are too shoddy. The inlaid sharp protrusions and spear points are not firmly fixed. With a simple push, the two will fall apart in an instant, and the wooden ladder will be easily pushed down.

Or maybe the ladder was placed in a bad position, and it was placed on the rotten and fragile wooden board, so it couldn't be fixed and could be easily pushed down.

As the ladder was pushed over, the rats gathered near it moved away in a hurry. The unlucky guy on the ladder fell to the ground with a scream of fear, and hit the ground heavily, and there was no movement for a moment.

Those ratmen who had scattered and fled soon came back again, looking at each other in dismay at the unfortunate guys who fell to the ground without a sound.

Some ratmen have already climbed up, causing the ratmen entrenched on the ground to become more agitated. The price offered by Rat Zhan was not empty talk. Transport teams organized by the Big Claw Priest have been arriving one after another, bringing a large amount of supplies, which were generously distributed by Rat Zhan.

The enviable encouragement finally made the motley crowd under Shu Zhan gradually become more organized.

Claws grabbed the falling ladder.

The ladder that had fallen to the ground was lifted up again, and the climbing continued in greed.

It was not realistic to stop the rats from attacking the city by pushing down the ladder. The rats kept pouring onto the roof, waving their spears wildly, and a fierce fight broke out.

The human guards stepped forward, killed the ratmen warriors that rushed up one by one, and held up this line of defense.

But it was very reluctant.

In the past, these guards were mostly responsible for maintaining law and order, and they themselves might even become a burden to local security at some point.

Having never experienced such a battle before, their morale would have been shaken if the survivors gathered in the manor had not described the things these ratmen did in such a horrifying way.

Skinning, evil priests, cutting off heads, digging out eyes, and even gnawing on corpses.

This is too horrifying. I cannot let myself end up like this no matter what.

And in the manor behind them, their families, their properties, everything they had, were all in the manor behind them, fighting with gritted teeth, fighting against these hideous rats.

They are just a group of ratmen, they are not afraid of them.

A somewhat immature guard used the dagger in his hand to cut off the arm of a ratman who was waving a spear and rushing towards him. The ratman fell to the ground and rolled in pain on the rotten roof.

The glaring blood splashed all over the face of the young guard. Without wiping the blood off his face, the pungent smell of rust rushed into his nostrils.

Shouting loudly at this moment seems to be a declaration of one's courage.

"I'm not afraid of you! You damn rat people!"

Perhaps in the future, he will be a qualified fighter, but the prerequisite is that he must be able to survive.

A ratman wielding two spears and wearing only simple leather armor appeared in front of the young guard.

A ratman warrior is just a ratman warrior.

The young guards stood in front of the ladder, and the distance between the two was very close, almost sticking to each other. Such close combat was very disadvantageous for the ratmen warriors, after all, the spears needed a certain distance to be fully deployed.

The dagger has more advantages.

This ordinary dual-wielding ratman cast his scarlet eyes on the human in front of him who was attacking him. For some reason, a hint of sarcasm could be seen in his eyes.

The two passed each other, and a dark spear pierced through the jaw and brain of the young manor guard. The young little guy was lifted up high.

That hint of sarcasm became the last image left in his eyes.

The sharp claws pierced into the closed eyes on the forehead, and an eye with gray as the main tone but stained with a hint of faint blue was forcibly pulled down. He was still a young man with great potential. The hint of blue represented that he was qualified to open the eye between his eyebrows, which was a prerequisite for becoming a knight or a noble.

It’s a pity that he obviously had no chance at this time, and his body was thrown away casually.

A senior ratman warrior who came up broke through the blockade and defeated a corner of the defense line. More and more ratmen rushed up, trying to gain a foothold on the roof.

At this critical moment, the real owner of the manor appeared, a real knight, wielding the long sword engraved with intricate patterns in his hand, and the gathered wind column pushed all the rats in front of him off the roof.

The guards took the opportunity to fill the gap and many jars were carried over.

After being lit and thrown down, balls of flames exploded, and the ratmen gathered near the long ladder suffered, dancing in the flames, and screaming in despair. The ratmen's offensive finally slowed down, and the magic knight breathed a sigh of relief. More jars were lifted onto the roof and thrown down with great effort.

Although the rats are coming in full force, the manor still has enough supplies. He has already asked for help from the nearby nobles. All he needs to do is hold on for a while longer.

He began to personally take charge of the battlefield, but what the knight did not notice was that the officer following him seemed to have an ugly look on his face and looked a little frightened.

The rats' offensive slowed down, and they began to stop in face of the burning flames.

Until Shu Zhan waved the flag again and his cold gaze fell, it became clear that during these days, Shu Zhan was not only bestowing blessings, but also killing many people.

The rats were killed in large numbers. Any who were afraid or retreated had their heads chopped off. Their bodies and heads were hung up in the ruins of villages and towns.

Rat War has done this kind of thing many times, but the rats don't have a long memory, or perhaps those guys with a long memory died in one war after another.

The Rat War can only repeat this kind of thing again and again.

With just a look, the ratmen warriors started moving again, in panic, anxiety, and fear.

A flaming charge.

But the momentum of the charge inevitably slowed down.

One jar after another was smashed down in the scorching flames.

Even though the rats were on fire, they were still climbing up, wailing and with distorted faces, but they fell one after another.

Shu Zhan was not heartbroken, nor did he care about the death of these poor guys.

The magic knight became a little more panicked and kept commanding the guards to throw down one jar after another.

Until a can fell, broke, and a splash of water burst out, colliding with the burning flames, bringing out a cloud of hot steam.

The guard was stunned, but a rat man took advantage of the opportunity.

The ratman, whose body was charred and covered in flames, as if he had climbed up from hell, grabbed the dazed guard and, with a twisted roar, dragged the unfortunate guy towards the ground.

Amid the desperate screams, the situation seemed to have changed a little.

The tank that was supposed to be filled with kerosene and burning fiercely as it broke was constantly exploding into balls of water.

Faced with such a situation, not only the manor guards were stunned, even the magic knight was stunned.

A look of despair appeared on the officer's face.

The rats took this opportunity and rushed forward. A manor guard holding a jar threw the jar at the rats crawling up in front of him in fear.

The can hit the roof heavily.

However, this jar did not seem to be one of the counterfeit ones. The flames suddenly expanded, not only engulfing all the ratmen warriors gathered there, but also the manor guards who had drawn their weapons and prepared for a desperate fight were also sucked into the flames.

Both sides fled together wailing, and the roof was in chaos. But this was not the end yet, as the sound of breaking continued to be heard, and the rotten roof could no longer bear the weight.

There was a large-scale collapse, and the guards and the rats were trapped in the house and fought in the chaos.

The situation is completely out of control.

The Magic Knight reacted and raised his sword in rage.

He kicked the clerk next to him to the ground.

"Insects! What have you done?!"

The bright silver sword fell, and the distraught officer was beheaded.

If he could defend himself, he would probably want to protest his innocence.

He was helpless as the income from the manor was limited, and the amount the knight asked him for every month in order to please the lady he met in the salon was constantly increasing, and he had no choice but to give the money.

But it's obviously too late to say this now.

Everything is irreversible.

On the ground in the manor, the earth began to surge, caves appeared one after another, and ratmen kept pouring out, wielding weapons.

It's all over.

He looked at everything in front of him in despair, this manor, the family's heritage and glory, his glory, everything was over.

At this moment, the self-proclaimed noble knight behaved even more unbearably than ordinary people. At least those lowly ordinary people still wanted to survive and fight against the ratmen that poured into the manor.

But he didn't even have the courage to live.

He drew out the sword in his hand tremblingly.

At least he died in an honorable way, not at the hands of these weak ratmen.

I comforted myself in this way and wanted to commit suicide, but I just didn't have the courage.

A pair of scarlet eyes were watching this scene. Suddenly, they rushed over and hit the magic knight hard, helping him. The exquisite sword pierced his throat and the magic knight opened his eyes wide.

But it was a veteran ratman wielding two spears, dancing with excitement. Although he didn't quite understand what this guy was doing, there was no doubt that he had picked up a bargain.

Holding the long sword that was stuck in the magic knight's neck, the magic knight was not really dead yet. He pulled it hard, and a head fell to the ground. He threw down the long sword in his hand and picked up the fallen head. The old fox was not the only one who was spying on this scene. Amid the rustling sounds, one ratman after another came over.

A fight is about to begin.

Of course, all this has nothing to do with the Magic Knight. He did not die peacefully, with his eyes wide open.

Rat Zhan destroyed another place again. It didn't take him much effort to trample the manor in front of him easily. Even this scene was not enough for him to remember.

And the other side.

Qi had just taken a step forward, preparing to charge towards a small village.

No matter how much the fire in your heart surges, you cannot be impatient. You still need to accumulate strength to achieve merit and you still need to wait.

He still has a long way to go.

(End of this chapter)