From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 261: The Fall of Jilang City

The complete collapse of the situation often seems so sudden that it is difficult for people to react.

This was not a peaceful banquet. The well-prepared nobles and the equally prepared stargazing Pope fought at the banquet and completely tore their faces apart.

The situation should not have come to this point because it is a lose-lose situation with no winners.

Maybe the recent situation is too disturbing, or maybe it's the unbridgeable crack in the word trust.

The great nobles have never been in agreement with the various churches. They have their own context, rules, tacit understanding, or threshold. Or, in other words, they are two completely different groups.

The nobles were born over a long period of time, in the civilization of the Dark Eye people.

The various churches are strangers, outsiders, and strangers. They do bring a lot of things, and the two sides are gradually connecting and integrating, but this takes time.

This may be the reason why the two sides are so confrontational in the general direction, but there may be another reason for this situation.

One's own selfishness.

It was obvious that these great nobles were really prepared to abandon this city and use most of the people in this city as a means to escape safely.

But the Pope does not allow stargazing.

Anyway, the fight broke out, the flames started in this luxurious manor, and in the end, the Stargazing Pope stood to the end.

As they stepped onto the flaming stairs, their expressions were filled with indescribable gloom and fatigue. Gorgeous decorations, expensive tableware, finely cooked food, precious books, all kinds of things were burned in the flames.

A man stood upright at the top of the attic, looking out the window.

The Stargazing Pope came here by walking up the flaming stairs.

Both sides watched. No Vatican knights followed the Stargazing Pope here, and the battle in the manor was not completely over, although the winner had been decided.

The man turned around and looked at the Stargazing Pope with a calm expression and even a smile on his face, even though the situation at this moment had become so bad that it could not get any worse.

"I still can't figure out why you would do this."

The Stargazing Pope spoke, his face showing an indescribable fatigue. Today, he had won and lost. The great nobles had not been able to kill him, but he had not left all of these famous guys here either.

The guys who escaped will bring unspeakable troubles. The most direct point is that they will not sit still and wait for death. As for the deeper trouble, these guys are inextricably linked to the magic knights on the city wall at this moment.

The city of Stormwind is almost reaching its limit just by dealing with the endless number of ratmen outside the city.

And most of all of this can be attributed to the man standing in the flames. He used his status and power to connect with the great nobles one by one, creating the current situation.

In response to the Stargazing Pope's words, the man did not answer, but continued talking about other things.

"I also want to ask you this question, Your Majesty. I clearly offered my sincerity, and I was clearly the first partner you put your chips on, but you chose that guy Jilang.

Why, is that so-called saint enough to cause such a big shift in your decision?

That child was just a random child you picked up from the garbage dump to show God’s mercy.”

"It is still possible to salvage the situation, Your Majesty. If you really want to save this city, commit suicide. You know that my death will completely overturn the last balance."

As he said this, he casually took one of the two crossed daggers hanging on the wall and threw it towards the Stargazing Pope, who caught it steadily.

The Stargazing Pope did not say anything else, nor did he commit suicide foolishly, but his expression became more and more tired.

His death won't solve any problems. The Stargazing Church is now a powder keg, and it's only held together by him. If he dies, the Stargazing Church will be completely finished.

He had never been saving the city, he was just saving the hope of the gods' return.

This man wants the death of the Stargazing Pope and the rights occupied by the Stargazing Pope.

The man took down another short blade from the wall.

The two powerful men seemed to be fighting a life-and-death battle in this flaming attic.

The battle in the manor has not ended yet, and it is even getting more chaotic. Teams of soldiers and mercenaries are rushing into the burning manor like moths to a flame.

The fight did not last long. Before becoming the Pope of Stargazing and a person enlightened by the God of Stargazing, he was a wandering knight. He lived a mediocre life during his many years of wandering, and only his martial arts skills could be barely praised.

He didn't let it go.

The sword he swung was still as tricky and sharp. With just one move, the dagger in the man's hand was knocked away. He was stunned for a moment, as if he had not expected the result to be like this.

In the next moment, the sword slashed across his neck, and a confused head was held in the hands of the Stargazing Pope.

He stepped over the fallen corpse, and the head in his hand was thrown out of the window, fell to the ground, and rolled, immediately attracting the attention of the figures gathered below. Panic, indescribable panic appeared on the face of the knight surrounded by warriors, followed by indescribable anger. However, this anger did not last long, and a bright silver sword appeared before his eyes.

It penetrates the knight's body.

In the chaos, the warriors, magic knights, and mercenaries who had gathered here began to turn back, or rather, to flee, fleeing from the burning manor in panic and fear.

A power struggle came to an end, but once again a brick was pulled out from the barely supported low wall.

The current situation should not be like this. This is true for everyone in the city, but some people take that power too seriously.

It is heavier than anything else, and it is no wonder that the flame of desire is burning everything that is filled with wisdom.

The man's head rolled on the ground, covered in blood and dust, not particularly decent.

In the distance, a horrific explosion was heard.

The towering city wall did not collapse. In fact, the towering city wall was not cut corners and was indescribably strong. Unless a group of rat priests of the size of the grassland battle came here, it would not be easy to push down the city wall. However, in the corner of the city, a warehouse storing kerosene, arrows, armor, and various supplies exploded.

A terrifying flame rose up.

If you look closely, you can also see a black rat running out of the flames with marks of burns on its body.

It was not known whether it was an accident or a premeditated attack, but the black ratman led a team to attack the warehouse where supplies were stored, causing this horrific explosion, and almost sending himself to the sky.

This was an extremely spectacular scene. It was not a good thing for the defenders of Jilang City who were still struggling to hold on, but the impact was not that great. There was one such warehouse in each of the four corners of the city, with extremely large amounts of supplies piled up in them.

This is an extremely rich city.

But now the city is on the verge of collapse. All this is related to the dark ratmen, but the relationship is not that big. A large amount of supplies in the warehouse that was blown up to the sky were destroyed, but there are still three such warehouses in this huge city.

A piece of news began to echo in the city like a thunderclap. A large number of magic knights showed a wavering look on their faces. The orders issued by their respective lords conflicted with what they were doing at the moment. The army began to assemble, and the collapse was about to begin.

The Stargazer Pope witnessed everything in the attic where the flames were burning. In the billowing smoke, hurried footsteps echoed behind him. It was several Vatican Knights who rushed up. They breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the figure of the Stargazer Pope, but they did not dare to disturb this honorable His Majesty.

It stands in front of the window, looking at everything outside.

After a while, he withdrew his gaze, the fatigue on his face was so obvious, and he did not stay here for long. He walked away. A strange scene appeared. The flames in the attic rose up, almost drowning the people present. The knights of the Church in armor were not afraid of the licking of flames, but they were not the only ones here.

The Astronomical Pope who has lost his divine power is just a mortal.

The anxious knights raised their shields to block the flames.

But how could the shield block the spreading flames? The swelling flames bypassed the Vatican Knights, or rather engulfed them and the things they were protecting.

It was at this time that a strange scene appeared. The flame went out when it reached the Stargazing Pope's body. It was blocked, or it simply could not spread.

This is a quite magical scene.

The flames could not infect his body. He seemed to have taken that crucial step. He was no longer ordinary, no longer an ordinary person, but a hero. He should be happy, but his expression was so tired.

Obviously, this step was taken a little late, and he became a hero when he was most powerless.

Nothing can be saved.

The ratmen outside the city began to surge, as if they had sensed something, or perhaps it was simply that manic guy who was escalating the situation.

The endless number of ratmen hit the tall and sturdy city like waves.

The defenders in the city gritted their teeth and held on in the waves, but the chaos that broke out in the city drew away most of the rotation troops.

Not only that, the morale of the defenders on the city wall also began to waver.

The Astronomical Pope is still trying to save everything, but it is all in vain. The great nobles have become frightened birds.

Their alliance was also on the verge of breaking up. The leader of the alliance and some important members all died in the manor.

The foundation of trust had been shattered, so he gathered his army, summoned his knights, and rushed towards the city gate.

Such actions made the front line shaky, but those who left no longer cared about so much. They only knew that if they didn't do something, they would die too.

From the beginning to the end, the forces in the Golden Province were not of one mind. They were just forcibly brought together under the threat of the ratmen.

The situation began to slide towards the worst scenario.

It is difficult to tell time in the darkness, perhaps a day, perhaps a few hours, or perhaps only half a day.

The defenses were crumbling, and all the qualified guys who knew what was happening were thinking about saving themselves. In their opinion, the city was finished.

A large amount of power disappeared from the city wall without any warning.

First, there are the military mages, these guys are even more perceptive than those magic knights, then there are the magic knights, the merchants who manage logistics, the affairs officers, and the merchants with higher status.

They all disappeared on the city wall, and teams appeared in the city one after another. It was an orderly collapse. Maybe at the beginning, they just wanted to wait and see, and just wanted to protect themselves, but when one after another left the city wall to protect themselves, panic occurred. They didn't even remember to witness the final dispute between these great nobles and the Stargazing Pope.

The winner has not been revealed, but the result has already been decided.

Mercenaries in the city were recruited by the wealthy neighborhoods by waving money, and nobles of all sizes began to gather spontaneously, as did their subordinates and servants. The mages began to launch those bulky experimental products, and you could even see some tall rock golems in them.

Everyone felt that the boat was about to capsize.

The only ones left on the city walls were the poor fellows who had been conscripted, tempered, and become numb and calm.

Their hard work and support is no different from what they do every day.

However, they could not hold on without the help of those powerful and elite forces. When the last kerosene bottle was thrown and there was no officer to replenish it, the ratmen climbing up the city wall gradually occupied all sights.

The numb guys died in the fight, the young and immature guys dropped their weapons and began to flee. The towering city walls did not collapse, and the heavy city gates did not fall, but the city was finished.

By the way, this anxiety and fear only appeared on the faces of the nobles and residents of the wealthy neighborhoods. In this darkness, the ordinary people and ordinary residents who made up the vast majority of the city were unaware of it.

They were also afraid and scared, but what they were afraid of was not the fall of the city. They were afraid of the sneaky figures running in the darkness, and they were still afraid of the small groups of ratmen in the city.

They are not qualified to notice the turmoil in the city, not qualified to notice it at the first time. Of course, the problems and objects of fear they face will not change, and they will still be these ratmen, but the number may be a little more. The ratmen who will arrive later are much more than those guys gathered in the city, much more.

On the walls of Gaosong, bright flames were extinguished one after another, and soon all the walls dimmed. Then, pairs of eyes, pairs of red eyes began to light up in the darkness.

(End of this chapter)