From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 241, Heart of God
Chaos truly began to spread across the land.

The struggle for power has been won and lost.

The bloated corpse was brought into the tall hall by mercenaries eager for wealth, and the lady with red eyes pulled the child into the hall.

The heirs were whispering to each other, with malice in their eyes, even though, even though they all had the same blood flowing in their veins.

In the desperate struggle, this sudden change, everyone wanted to climb onto the high throne, no matter it was the once noble ladies or the self-proclaimed elegant noblemen. They made promises and divided the interests. In an instant, a huge tsunami was brewing in the huge city.

With the death of the giant, all those who were qualified to attend the banquet were rushing forward eagerly, wanting to take a seat and to feast on the food.

There was a slight twist in this banquet.

The dead governor was really brought back, brought back by a young lady. She was so dazzling, so beautiful, and so noble. She was once the saint of the Stargazing Church and was given a name by the Pope himself.

Once the most dazzling pearl on this land.

She was also the youngest wife of the deceased provincial governor. Was there love between them?
Maybe.

The former provincial governor was old, but also scheming. This marriage was opposed by the Pope of the Stargazing Church. The Stargazing Church, which had swept all other provinces in this province and held the God of Stargazing high, did not urgently need a marriage, nor did it need to send its saint as a bargaining chip.

That pure girl, that girl with the bright smile in the purple flower garden, was truly regarded as an heir and a daughter by the stern stargazing Pope.

But it was taken off by the provincial governor.

It was love at first sight, I was moved, and the heart of the power animal began to beat because of that purity and beauty.

Also in that purple flower garden, the elderly man made funny expressions just to get that bright smile.

Or perhaps more realistic.

For the sake of profit, in order to completely bind the Stargazing Church, and to allow himself and his family to reach the top of this city and become the uncrowned king of this area.

unknown.

As the years passed, the pure girl tied up her hair, gave birth to a child, her eyes were red and she bit her lip.

People always have to learn to grow.

The stable environment was shattered almost instantly, and the Stargazing Church, which served as a pillar of the organization, and the Jilang Family fell into intense turmoil.

She must learn to grow up. She is a gifted girl and fate seems to have given her everything. Even though the situation is bad now, as long as she wants, she can still grasp the power in an instant.

The stern-looking Pope appeared at the door of the hall.

The appearance of the knights of the Holy See interrupted the flow of malice. Under the gaze of everyone, the lady with red eyes, the lady pulling her young child, the lady who was no longer pure and was stained by dust, stepped onto the platform.

The bloated corpse was placed beside him.

Once upon a time, she loved him, and the two of them used a pair of simple rings as witness. But now, the young lady no longer even cast a glance at the swollen provincial governor.

Carefully pulling the young child, she let him step on the high stairs, step on her skirt, and land on the luxurious seat with a high back.

There was a commotion, and the young men below the stage looked at the lady in anger. They did not agree with the way this matter was going.

The scene was more chaotic than ever. The young child felt a little uneasy. He didn't understand why his brothers, who used to smile at him kindly, were so angry and stared at him with such terrifying looks.

Feeling a little uneasy, he tightly grasped the fingers of the lady in front of him.

The equally old Pope of Stargazing walked towards the platform, his eyes looking at everything were so cold and calm, he didn't look like a human being, but rather like a god.

Until his sight paused on the girl and the uneasy young figure.

With a little more mercy, the Stargazing Church did not completely lose its power, even though the priests could no longer call on the power of God.

But they still hold wealth and power.

The elite knights of the Holy See entered the hall indifferently one by one. The stargazing pope stood on the high platform and looked down indifferently at the figures in front of him.

The killing begins.

The turmoil in the city is about to end, and the young second son is placed on the throne, but everyone knows who the final winner of the city will be.

The elderly pope overwhelmed all other words.

In these turbulent years, his god has left, but he still stays, keeping the god's name and glory in this city.

But, is it still useful?

More and more ratmen appeared on the outskirts of the city. There was defeat, fire, ruins, and devastation everywhere. Those short-sighted guys who lived behind the towering city walls did not take the places outside the city seriously.

But would this old stargazing Pope, who has experienced countless twists and turns and stories, be so short-sighted?

But is it still useful? The best time to prevent a disaster is often when it has not actually broken out, and now the flames have begun to spread everywhere outside the city and gathered together. A monstrous disaster is about to truly gather.

Be prepared.

The God of Stargazing paid a price for his actions, and this time no other god could bring down his power.

Everything depends on the mortals themselves.

Their fate can only be saved by themselves.

In this dim world, mortals have to decide their own destiny.

………….

The rats were still trying their best to gather strength on the battlefield, but the guy on top was even weaker.

Hunched over, curled up in the darkness, even the blood mushrooms, even the essence of life could not restore the vitality of that decaying body.

But those sharp eyes became deeper and brighter.

He's going to do something, he's going to do something.

For the gods, for the gods.

In the deep abyss of the underground rat city, a crazy guy smashed the statue made of mottled crystals in front of him, and in frenzy and excitement, he picked up the transparent red crystals from it.

Not everyone has the courage to cross the line, not everyone dares to offend the great God, but he has gone mad, he has gone mad.

The long claw threw the transparent red crystal in his hand, which seemed to contain life, into the beating heart.

Scales appear on the surface of this beating heart.

Long Claws chose the right person and he was lucky.

Dragons are inherently qualified to ascend to the throne of god. Even among all legendary creatures, the dragon's bloodline is the most superior.

Using the dragon's heart as a carrier and a transition, filling it with the pure flesh and blood of the god without a trace of extra will, and adding that little bit of life essence. This is a key.

A key that can bring about a transition.

But there is still a problem. Long Claw's idea is correct. The flesh and blood of gods cannot be touched by mortals. It must be buffered. The dragon can serve as the buffering material.

But the blood of the dragon is also not something that ordinary ratmen can withstand.

Those skinned giant rats had almost all gone into a state of madness, twisting and deformation, and this was just a trace of dragon blood implanted in them.

Remove the scales from the heart.

Long Claws anticipated this scene and made preparations. He prepared a buffering medium, and the giant dragon scales growing on the heart were the medium.

These scales are the impurities spit out by this seed, and can also bring about change. As a preparation, Long Claws uses these scales, these scales grown from the heart, as the first step of transformation.

A crazy idea finally came to fruition in a guy's madness.

Long Claw couldn't wait to drop a piece of ordinary scale in his hand on a frightened slave rat, and horrible deformation was born in Long Claw's exaggerated smile.

A true dragon was born in this dark abyss.

Bat-like flesh wings, a rat's head, a huge body, a huge dragon, a pitch-black dragon, originated from an ordinary slave rat, just a scale fell off.

The pitch-black dragon howled in pain. Long Claws did not inject enough nutrients into this transformation. He did not want to really create a dragon to help a lowly guy to truly transform.

Just to verify, just to verify a possibility.

In the extreme expansion, the pitch-black dragon suddenly exploded.

He succeeded. The effect of the scales was not much different from what he had speculated.

The mad guy embedded a scale into his flesh.

The horrible deformation also erupted on Long Claw's body, and scales grew on his body.

He lay on the exploded flesh and blood of the pitch-black dragon, swallowing it in big gulps, supporting the deformation of his body.

Not enough, not enough, he stuffed the black blood mushrooms into his mouth.

He is indeed a genius. What these scales bring can be said to be a transformation, a leap, but in fact it is a kind of pollution. The long claws only touch pollution, but he has forged a path through this pollution.

The pollution was turned into a staircase, and the flesh and blood left by the gods turned into horrible pollution. The heart of the dragon and the drop of life essence sealed in the statue made it gentle and turned into a seed, a seed that allowed people to touch the gods, a heart of god.

The mottled impurities are spit out and turned into scales, which become the milder pollution. Inoculating these scales will also bring strength, but more importantly, if you can survive, you will be qualified to swallow the Heart of God.

But fate seemed to play a joke on Long Claws, and he seemed unable to truly bear this pollution.

Distortion began to occur in him.

The scales growing on the body were lifted up, and tiny tentacles emerged from the gaps and began to dance.

Of course, he was unwilling to accept such an outcome. He always succumbed to the so-called fate.

With red eyes, the long claws began to devour the flesh and blood of the deformed dragon on the ground, hoping to rely on the flesh and blood that had released power in the deformation to buffer the distortion in its body and adapt to the distortion in its body.

But there was no effect.

He did something even crazier.

He began to devour the pitch-black blood mushroom, introducing a second type of pollution into his deformed body. The erosion of the gods and the pollution of life simultaneously erupted in his long-clawed body. This crazy guy rolled on the ground while wailing, his body constantly being torn apart, becoming a battlefield where two completely different types of pollution fought back and forth.

Endless pain, struggling to survive with all kinds of extremely magnified feelings.

Until the horrific deformation slowly subsided, in the fatal situation, Long Claws brought himself the last glimmer of hope.

He lay motionless on the ground like a corpse, and it took a long, long time before he regained a little strength.

He slowly climbed up from the ground. His eyes turned into vertical pupils like a dragon. There were still collar pieces on his body, and his tentacles were twisting in the cracks. The distortion and dragonization were retained on him, bringing a different kind of weirdness.

He succeeded, halfway to success, survived, and began the real leap.

But he failed, yet not completely. The life pollution in his body and the erosion of the god created a balance.

This is a very strange situation.

He did become stronger, twistedly powerful.

He stopped embedding scales into himself, and in this extreme pain, he finally regained some sanity.

Madness is a state that every intelligent creature experiences.

Especially when faced with constant failures and never seeing the possibility of success, people lose their minds and become reckless.

But there is no way to get rid of it.

Longclaw temporarily got rid of the frenzy in the pain and regained his composure, no longer recklessly embedding scales into his body.

Standing in front of the Heart of God that has already been born.

This physical state at this time will bring unknown consequences, which may really drag him into the abyss and make him begin to feel the inexplicable fear.

Especially after realizing what he had done, looking at the broken and mottled statue.

Fear began to rise in my heart.

He realized what he had to do.

The sober Longclaw began to return to the wisdom he was supposed to have.

Start making decisions and regain your rationality.

But it is unknown how long this situation can last.

The madness is still buried in his heart, and he has not been able to fulfill his wish. However, as time goes by, the madness will eventually come back.

He is still a madman. Although he briefly regained his sanity in extreme pain, he is still a madman.

But precisely because he is a madman, he can truly create a miracle.

The heart that beats in this deep abyss, the miracle that is born out of the impossible and in the hands of mortals, the ladder that climbs toward the gods.

A beating heart of God.

This miracle came from the hands with long claws, from that crazy idea, and was truly born in the hands of a madman.

(End of this chapter)