From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 262: The Banquet is about to begin

The rats have broken through the city walls, and a horrible disaster is about to happen to all those in the city who cannot escape.

It’s not that no one struggled, many people were prepared.

Brighter and brighter lights rose one after another in the city, illuminating the roads and preparing for a mad dash.

The dark tide overran the dam.

Countless ratmen, countless ratmen.

It's not surprising that these guys are extremely excited. They are excited for the achievement, for everything they might get next, and also for being alive.

The rats have been suffering casualties that are beyond recognition, but these low-level guys don't have any chance to struggle.

Praying, begging, feeling anxious, and going to the battlefield are all in the hope of this day coming.

The city has been trampled, and the killing is about to begin. Give everything, for yourself, for the blood mushroom, for the blue eyes, for achievements, for becoming a rat warlord, for an excellent weapon. There are so many things you desire, but often you can only wave your arms helplessly.

They were the lucky ones, the lucky ones among the Eastern Expeditionary Force. Today, the desperate charge ended and they stepped onto the city wall.

With incomparable ecstasy, they raised their weapons high. Ratmen kept falling from the city wall, running frantically because they were overwhelmed.

I was almost completely overwhelmed by the rising desire and joy.

The flames of desire burn everything that possesses wisdom.

The rats are even worse. They are dry firewood, charcoal, or cotton wool. In short, no matter what it is, it is suitable in some way to ignite a hot flame.

It’s just that other races and other intelligent creatures wouldn’t particularly like this kind of crazy state.

Because these lunatics see them as firewood.

The rats roared down from the city walls. The chaotic and noisy sound rang out in this city of waves for the first time, heard by every resident in the city, bringing endless fear.

The nobles were ready, the great nobles were ready.

Guards, mages, mercenaries, magic knights, and those who are qualified to be involved with them live in the top blocks of Wave City.

All of these combined into a huge team. They faced the influx of rats with an urgent attitude. The heavy gears began to turn, and the heavy doors opened. Outside the city, the scene was still the same. Countless rats gathered into a black tide of rats, countless rats.

This huge team was well prepared and took the lead in charging into the gray-black tide in front of them. Like sharp arrows, they did have some good qualities.

Ordinary ratmen warriors simply could not stop them.

He forged a path through the dark tide.

They are the essence of this city, gathering the city’s last hope and the most powerful force. But now, they are leaving without looking back.

The rats were indeed bullies who only bullied the weak and feared the strong. Their departure did not trigger a violent riot. The rats had good eyesight and they felt that there were more rats left in this city.

In the hole created by this team, the ratmen warriors broke away from the dark tide of rats, ran excitedly, and rushed into the city desperately.

The banquet is about to begin.

It's not that the Astronomical See didn't respond to this situation, it's that their forces were too dispersed, scattered in every corner of the city. It's not that the Astronomical Pope didn't respond to this situation, but that the pressure exerted by the rat people was too great.

In order to support the city, the Stargazing Church has been constantly mobilizing various reserve forces to the battlefield.

They have put almost all their cards on the table.

So compared to those great nobles, their reactions were so slow and so embarrassing.

But after all, the Pope of Stargazing is not dead.

The remaining priests, Vatican knights, faith guards, and various members in the city are gathering towards the Stargazing Pope. They will also leave the city. Everything is irreversible.

Just before that, the weary stargazing pope stepped into a flower garden.

Is he tired? Of course he is tired, very tired. He has tried every means possible, made all decisions, big and small, and struggled with all his might, but in the end he was still greeted with the worst outcome, which brought him incomparable exhaustion.

But even so, he had no intention of giving up. He would definitely maintain the Church of God.

In the flower garden, the tired stargazing Pope saw the lady in the black dress. Actually, she was called a lady, but in his opinion, she was not much different from the past. The moment he received divine revelation, he made the decision to dedicate everything to God and not marry again.

But as time went by, he still felt a little lonely, especially when the Stargazing Church became larger and larger and his status became more and more respected and high.

The loneliness became more and more obvious.

Until he pulled up the young child's arm.

The stargazing Pope, with a tired face, stood in front of the mother and son, and a long-lost smile appeared on his face.

But it was only revealed to the lady in the black dress, or to the child who once giggled in the deep and cold church.

"Let's go."

It's just that time passes, and everything is a little different.

A young child appeared in front of the Stargazing Pope. It was the youngest son. His face showed hostility towards the Stargazing Pope, and he was struggling to drag a long sword in his hand.

"I'm not leaving! You should be the one leaving!"

The poor child hadn't figured out what was going on yet, but the Astronomical Pope was not going to make a fuss about it.

He turned around and left. He had already made arrangements for everything that happened next. He would later serve under the command of the most powerful warlord. The Stargazing Church would also make large-scale changes to its doctrines in exchange for support to maintain the survival of the church.

This was not a pleasant experience. He wanted to turn himself into a blade and offer himself to others, but this was the final result.

A burst of tiny noises interrupted his thoughts and made his expression look a little cold.

He grabbed the swinging sword and gently pulled it out of the hand of the young figure. There was a clear trace of disgust in his eyes. With a crisp sound, the young child collapsed to the ground.

The Stargazing Pope did not like the former Governor of the Golden Province, or to be more precise, he had no good feelings towards the entire Wave Family, which naturally included his young son.

This disgust is not concealed.

It was revealed directly, and the young boy was frightened silly. Tears welled up in his eyes at the situation, and he let out a scream. The lady came over in anxious steps.

After restraining some of the disgust in his eyes, the Stargazing Pope turned around and left again. The figures of the Vatican Knights had already appeared in the distance. It was obvious that now was a time to race against time, but the Stargazing Pope still chose to come here.

Even after arriving here, he didn't even say more words. He just glanced at the figure that had become his wife.

As he walked away, he heard the sound of footsteps again behind him, but it was not unfamiliar. He was not on guard and did not take any precautions at all.

A sharp blade pierced his chest, blood slowly flowed out, and the Stargazing Pope's face showed a trace of confusion. He turned around and looked at the figure who had sent the blade into his chest.

It was the figure wearing a long black dress.

There was a hint of daze on his face. Who could have thought of it? He couldn't think of it either.

I opened my mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.

Not far away, the sound of armor colliding was heard amid hurried footsteps. The leading Vatican knight's eyes turned red. It was obvious that someone was going to pay the price.

The lady in the black dress showed a trace of panic on her face, but it was not because of the stabbing sword, but because of the Vatican knights who rushed over.

The Stargazing Pope's face showed even more sadness, and his back looked so hunched at this moment.

With his last bit of strength he did not utter any formal words, nor did he mention God. At the last moment of his life, this fellow who had saved nothing, spoke his last words to the Vatican knights who had come rushing over.

"Take them away."

It collapsed with a loud bang, time passed, and finally nothing was the same as before.

The stargazing pope fell in this beautiful flowerbed.

The Vatican Knights did not follow the last words of the Stargazing Pope. The cold, blood-stained sword pierced through the lady in the black dress, and the young son was also beheaded.

The old Stargazing Pope was carried out of the castle amidst sobs.

Complete confusion appeared on the faces of all the Vatican knights, priests, and faith guards gathered here, as well as on the faces of these various figures.

Until sneaky figures appeared around.

The Stargazing Church is dead. Even if the figure who stayed here left the city alive, the departure of the Stargazing Pope brought them too much confusion and complete shake.

The struggle of a demigod came to an end.

In the chaos, the battle broke out. These confused people were not prepared to sit and wait for death. They began to fight with the arriving ratmen. Even though their faith was shaken to the point where they could hardly survive, the mortals still had reasons to wield their swords.

To survive.

That messy neighborhood.

The Pitchfork Knight clenched the pitchfork in his hand again. Even in this huge and wealthy city, it was not difficult to find a pitchfork.

Such things are really ordinary and can be found everywhere. The retreating black ratman left behind a rather exquisite knight's sword. The pitchfork knight did not pick it up and try to use it. He did not know much and just wielded the pitchfork.

The commotion on the city wall and what happened, even if there was no preparation in advance, what it meant was clear at a glance.

There was a hint of fear on the face of the Pitchfork Knight, because he had experienced this scene before. On the day when the village was destroyed, the rats also broke in by climbing over the flimsy wooden wall in the same way.

Fear, unspeakable fear.

His body trembled a little more as he faced the dark tide of rats that were crossing the city wall.

This scene was not noticed by just the Pitchfork Knight alone, but also by the poor guys in the shantytowns.

There was a huge uproar, but there was no chaos, which was unexpected.

But it's not surprising. These guys are just poor guys who are barely surviving. What is there that they can't accept?

The Pitchfork Knight was rushing anxiously through the shanty.

On the way, he was stopped by a young figure. It was the young girl. She was not taken away by the Vatican Knight and stayed with the Pitchfork Knight.

With a look of confusion on her face, she stopped the Pitchfork Knight.

"Uncle Knight, why, why did you save them? They are not worth saving!"

Shout loudly.

Indeed, if you think about it carefully, why would the Pitchfork Knight go to save these guys?

Even the Hayfork Knight himself didn't understand why, and his actions came to a halt. However, his thinking did not last long. In the distance, a terrified cry was heard, which made the Hayfork Knight unable to think about the problem anymore.

He patted the little guy on the head and ran towards that place.

The injuries on his body have not healed completely, or perhaps have left irreversible damage. His movements are not smooth when he runs, and he limps, which comes from the abnormality in his calf.

There was no pause in the movement.

After being interrupted for a moment by the young girl, the fear in the Pitchfork Knight subsided a little, and the things that happened when the small village was destroyed stopped circling in his mind.

He couldn't tell why.

Why do you do this yourself?

These people clearly have nothing to do with me, but I can't stop. I haven't figured it out yet, but I'm the first to do it.

A swung pitchfork killed a rat-man that leapt out of the darkness.

I couldn’t figure it out, but the familiar scene kept lingering in my mind.

Even the body was trembling a little more.

It was obvious that the Pitchfork Knight didn't know what to do, otherwise he wouldn't have been wandering on the ridge of the field in a daze.

But he didn't know, but there were other people who knew.

A crisp voice sounded behind him.

"Don't worry about them! Let's run quickly, Uncle Knight!"

Such a simple sentence inspired the Pitchfork Knight. He didn't know why he did this, but he figured out what he should do now.

Although I don’t know if it’s too late.

Fires were ignited all over the city and all kinds of negative emotions filled the air.

The ratmen that poured into the city began to kill. They spread through the city at an extremely fast speed, almost drowning everything.

Capturing slaves alive was the best option, as this would yield the greatest benefit, but the bloody massacre still began.

(End of this chapter)