From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 284: Ratman's Magic Cannon
The defeat on the front battlefield was quickly spread to the underground Rat City through a secret network.

Shu Zhan was not prepared to convey this news to the rear.

But his every move was being watched by eyes in secret.

This time, the ratman assassin who came in front of the white rat was no longer the tall white ratman.

His expression was not so expressionless, and his gaze towards the white rat was filled with a hint of reverence and fear.

Is there really need to be afraid?

The condition of the white mice became even worse.

Curled up in the darkness, hunched over, very old.

An old fellow.

Listen to the situation being conveyed.

Only the eyes, only the gaze is still so sharp.

When we get old, we always like to sigh, and white mice are no exception to this rule.

“I’m old too.”

The passage of time and his deteriorating health forced Bai Shu to admit his old age, and also forced him to recognize some situations that could no longer be avoided.

He might not be able to witness the end of this war. In this third war between gods, he wanted to offer a gift to the great gods, but he might not be able to present it to the great gods before he died.

This might not be a good thing.

If the white rat gives up some things, it may turn its attention to other things, which is a very dangerous situation.

Rarely, the long-silent high priest reappeared in the sight of all ratmen and came to the original temple of the great god.

The temple guards stood by his side with solemn faces, and the ratman priest fell behind him, following carefully.

Along the way, he did not hide his whereabouts.

Step by step, he walked towards the original temple of the great god.

This temple was built bit by bit under the witness of white rats.

Today, this primitive temple, which could already be considered crude, was cleared out. No ratman was qualified to step in here, not even the temple guards were an exception.

As the white rat walked along the way, it received countless kowtows.

Countless rat-men pilgrims bowed down to him, with such fanatical looks, as if seeing him was like seeing a god.

But the white rat didn't even look at these humble guys who were as insignificant as grass.

Step by step, the steps are not big, and one can even see some difficulty.

Until he stepped into the temple of God, which was now too simple for the rat people.

No ratman knew what the white rat was going to do, and no ratman knew what the white rat had done in the original temple.

The mere appearance of the white rats is already a big deal, enough to make any so-called big shot in the Rat Empire nervous.

………….

Long Claws was very uneasy because of a light summons.

There are not many guys in the Ratman Empire who are qualified to summon him, or rather, there is only one. Even though he rarely shows up in any occasion, his position as a Ratman senator is unshakable just by relying on the appearance of the giant rat.

He is indeed one of the most powerful ratmen in the Ratman Empire, and hiding in obscurity in the abyss of this underground rat city is just his own choice.

But none of these could make him feel more at ease, nor could they make him feel less uneasy.

He quickly left the abyss and traveled alone through the tunnels of the underground rat city. The dense scales on his body became more conspicuous, but they were all covered by the wide cloak covered on the surface of his body.

But the conspicuous vertical pupils are difficult to hide.

Recently he has had a clue, a clue obtained from the blue skeleton.

Long Claws does not truly recognize the existence of the soul.

Quexian was keenly aware of the relationship between the body and the soul. He discovered that the reason why he found it difficult to control the changes in his body was due to imbalance.

He felt that there should be something in his body that corresponded to the energy in the dark blue skeleton, and at this moment, there was an imbalance between this thing and his increasingly powerful body.

This is a correct idea.

After all, only a strong soul can control a strong body.

Long Claws was indeed a genius. After finding the idea, he immediately began to try to use the power in the blue skeleton to strengthen his soul.

Until this summons came.

He came to the inconspicuous cave, and just as he stood there, he was told he could go back.

At this moment, astonishment, annoyance, and anger, all kinds of emotions appeared in his mind one by one. His expression became extremely ferocious, and the pupils in his eyes completely shrank into a vertical slit.

All kinds of thoughts swirled in my mind.

But in the end, he paused in uneasiness, lowered his head, and chose to be patient.

This guy has enough courage, but he doesn't have the determination to keep going.

It's awkward, right? Not surprising. Perhaps it can be called inferiority complex, which comes from the scars left by one's own experience as a slave rat.

As his status rose and he became a ratman councillor, this scar would no longer be easily touched, except when facing two guys who were always so high-handed, indifferent, or arrogant.

In front of the white rat, he seemed to have always been so humble.

In front of Shu Zhan, he has always been looked down upon by that arrogant guy.

He lowered his head and did not leave immediately.

Long Claws stood in front of the White Rat's door for a whole day and night, but was not summoned.

After the initial resentment, what appeared more in Long Claws' heart was fear. Could the white rat be so boring?

No, the terrifying white rat in his impression would never be so boring.

So why?
For no reason, I felt a little more uneasy.

Even the experiments after returning to the abyss were a little more absent-minded.

He still needed some time to think about why. Having done something as bold as stealing holy relics, he certainly had some understanding of the power stationed in the Desolate Mountains.

The most powerful group of temple guards has always been stationed near the original temple and has never moved.

It was a terrifying force. Not to mention him who had just embarked on the path of transformation, even if the black dragon was reborn intact in the abyss, it would not be able to escape the fate of being instantly suppressed by the temple guards.

And Bai Shu will definitely be able to mobilize this temple guard.

Feeling uneasy and inexplicably panicked, he needed to do something.

Long Claws once again lost the calmness that he had finally recovered. His current condition was not right. The scales on his body were growing rapidly and moving disorderly on his surface.

What he should do now is not to worry, but to devote all his energy to completing the Heart of God.

It’s a pity that his condition is gradually getting out of control.

The White Rat merely summoned Long Claws and then chose not to see him.

Just this alone made Long Claws feel so uneasy and frightened.

A piece of news was brought back from a distant place by a rat caravan to the underground rat city, and along with the news came a variety of special trophies.

Each one has faint blue eyes.

The Ratman Caravan made a big fuss about the defeat on the front line and stripped Rat War of all his underwear. The reason for doing this was of course not just to disgust Rat War, but actually to do business.

Along with the news of the defeat on the front line, the label that was published was the precious magic eyeball from the powerful heretic, which was most suitable for demonstrating one's own merits, and at the same time could make the release of divine arts smoother.

It’s a best-seller, and the price itself is doubled on top of the super double. It’s all about business, and of course, it also means disgusting rat war.

However, this also indirectly transmitted the situation on the battlefield to all parts of the Ratman Empire.

Long Claw also knew the news, and he spent some time to understand the situation on the front line more deeply, including why the battle was in a stalemate.

Among them, he learned about the existence of the magic cannon, and he knew what he had to do.

It is an extremely dangerous thing to let your mind begin to waver, and it is very easy to manipulate unstable mind.

But there is no way. Touching the forbidden area is an extremely dangerous thing. The power of God is not so easy to covet.

The long claws move quickly and efficiently.

The dark blue metal frame was engraved with intricate patterns, gathering elements and then projecting them out. This was not a complex mechanism in itself.

It’s just that for a long time, the concentration of elements in the restricted world made this difficult to achieve.

But now, the world's environment has changed.

Moreover, the rat people have an absolute advantage that the Ghost-Eyed Humans cannot match in any way.

The existence of the blue skeleton is a high-level energy that can demonstrate absolute power.

As long as the energy level I output is high enough, as long as the energy I output is large enough, there will be no difficulties or bottlenecks.

Ratman technology is shocking!
On this day, primitive man built a dark matter catapult and prepared to push it onto the battlefield to fight against other people's real cannons.

Very strange visual sense.

It only took Long Claw one day to complete the prototype of this magic cannon.

Then, this prototype was sent to the front battlefield.

After doing all this, Long Claws breathed a sigh of relief, his fear and anxiety gradually faded away, and rationality and calmness returned to his heart.

But suddenly, I came to my senses.

He realized something was wrong.

He realized the problem with himself, and clung to the glass pillar that held the Heart of God with his claws. His appearance at this moment was reflected on the smooth glass surface.

He saw dense scales constantly emerging and moving on his body, and he saw clearly that his eyes had completely turned into vertical pupils.

Everything is so strange.

The power of God is not something that can be easily coveted.

Long Claws finally realized what he should do now. It was not about the gaze of the white rat, not the damn magic cannon, not the situation of the war, not even the gods, nothing.

He had to be quick and replenish the Heart of God in front of him quickly.

We must hurry, we must hurry, before his mind and body become completely distorted!
Only in this way can he save himself, only in this way can he save himself.

He turned around hurriedly and grabbed the things on the table. Fortunately, he still had time. He felt that he still had time.

But is it really still there?

This dark and deep corner of the abyss is the working area of ​​the long claws.

A poor guy was hung high up, looking miserable and dying.

It was Gray Stone, and obviously, it had fallen into the hands of Long Claws, which was really not a very good result.

But fortunately, he is still alive, and more than alive. Although he doesn't know how long he can live, Huishi is not desperate. This dazed guy has been watching the movements of Long Claws these days.

He was studying, and although Long Claws had been acting crazy these days, he saw the contents of the scroll being reproduced in his hands.

This made him look very seriously.

An increasingly crazy laughter appeared deep underground, echoing in the corners of this deep abyss.

Longclaw thought he still had time.

But in Huishi's opinion, there is not much difference between him now and before.

It's all the same madness.

………….

The ratmen's magic cannon was carried onto the battlefield, and the ratmen priests quickly figured out how to use it.

It’s not complicated. Just fill it with the dark blue bones and wait for the tremendous energy to gather on the metal frame carved with dark blue patterns.

This hastily made thing is not particularly safe, and most of the gathered elemental energy will dissipate on the spot, which is an obvious loss of power. But no matter what, this thing that Long Claw hastily made in a day is still much better than the terrifying series of war weapons tinkered with by the Big Claw priests.

At least the first shot went smoothly without any problems.

The only thing that is not so good is that the cannon was sharpened by one of our own people, and the ratman priest who debugged this prototype cannon obviously did not estimate the trajectory and attack distance well.

The faint blue compressed elemental ball exploded on the ratmen's own position.

With a loud noise, the dark blue elemental group mixed with soul power did not produce as clear damage effect as the human side's magic cannon.

The diffused elemental turbulence began to dissipate in a very short time.

But in contrast, an even more horrifying effect appeared. The soul power that had not been fully released began to vibrate in the fluctuations of the element. A dark blue lightning spread across the battlefield, indiscriminately attacking all intelligent creatures within the range.

It seemed that only intelligent creatures were hit. Even if the low-intelligence insects, birds and beasts were swept by the dark blue lightning, they would only experience a brief stagnation and would soon return to normal.

But the guy with higher intelligence was not so lucky.

Each of the ratmen had a dazed and confused look on their faces. It was obvious that they had not expected to be hit by something dropped from the rear.

The expression on his face was frozen, and a lightning-like dark blue line climbed up his cheek. He was not dead, and his heart was still beating, but his pupils were dilated and he no longer reacted to the outside world.

The minds of these ratmen seemed to be wiped out by the dark blue lightning.

This situation is not much different from being dead.

The mind was wiped out, leaving only instinct.

Although I don't know why the movement and effect produced by the magic cannon on my side are completely different from those on the opposite side.

But the rat people, who believe in pragmatism, don't think too much about this.

They don't particularly care about the principles of the things in their hands, what exactly causes the different damage effects, or what the dark blue bones that they fill in every time they activate them are.

It's enough as long as you know how to use it.

In short, push it onto the battlefield and bomb!

The Eastern Expeditionary Force, which had been suppressed for a long time, finally had a certain ability to fight back at this moment.

The mutual bombardment began immediately. This group of guys even dropped the dark blue lightning on their own positions, calibrating the trajectory while continuously firing.

Although it is just a prototype, the lethality of this thing is no less than that of the Ghost Eye Human Race.

The attack coverage area is cleansed almost indiscriminately, and the dark blue lightning will even spread underground along the tunnels.

Although one shot would not cause serious damage to the underground tunnels and fortifications, there would not be many living things left in the area.

After several rounds of calibration, finally, a shell hit the human position.

The sentinels stationed at the front line of the noble coalition had just sent out a warning signal when the attack came so urgently.

They noticed the unusual movements on the Eastern Expeditionary Force's side, but they did not expect the rat people to be so anxious.

Serious guys would definitely not use their own people to deduce the trajectory. Obviously, the ratman priests of the Eastern Expeditionary Force who operate the magic cannons are not serious guys.

The scenes taking place in the ratmen's camp were played out in the garrison of the frontline troops of the noble coalition.

After the elemental turbulence subsided quickly, the real blow came. The dark blue lightning spread rapidly along the ground. In an instant, the front line of the noble coalition army became completely quiet.

Dark blue lightning patterns climbed across the faces of human soldiers, military mages, magic knights, and all the affected Dark-Eyed Humans.

The more powerful mental strength of the accompanying mages and magic knights did not allow them to survive the attack of this horrific lightning, and they also fell silent in an instant.

The only things that were still moving in this frontline position were the warhorses of the magic knights, but these horses seemed to be frightened and began to break free from the reins. No one paid any attention to these rioting horses.

The dark blue lightning pattern brought silent terror, and the attacked people were like being kissed by the devil, sinking silently, which was not much different from being dead.

Terrifying lightning strikes.

(End of this chapter)