From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 324, Collapsed Stone Pillar

The war continues.

This state of stalemate and loss seems to continue for a long time, until one side can no longer bear it, until a grand defeat occurs. It seems that only at this time can the winner be truly determined.

But one thing seemed to have been forgotten, or perhaps in the chaos of the battle, both sides were completely blinded by anger.

The Jihadists, the vanguard troops at the forefront.

They were moving closer and closer to the messy stone pillars.

The forefront of the melee between the two sides.

The dagger in his hand broke, but before the long sword broke, he killed another ratman, and the long sword broke in the body of the ratman warrior in front of him.

His ferocious expression froze, the blood in his eyes gradually faded away, and he tried to say something, but nothing came out, and he fell to the ground.

He had almost lost count of how many ratmen he had killed, one after another.

He was so tired that he didn't even write down the number.

An inexplicable irritation arose in my heart.

How many more ratmen does he have to kill?
Another ratman warrior appeared in front of him.

As the vanguard, at the forefront, the battle will never end for them.

In the inexplicable irritation, he gave up thinking. All he had was that inexplicable anger, and all he had was swinging his weapon again and again in this inexplicable anger.

It can be said that the ratmen priests are truly a group of geniuses who harm their friendly forces.

The frenzy they spread unscrupulously made the war bloody to an extent that was difficult to describe.

There are smart people on the battlefield who have noticed this.

Those magic knights have a considerable degree of resistance to the ratmen's berserk spells.

But few of these guys can respond to such situations.

Most of these guys are survivors of the Rat War.

They lost their territory, their castle, and many other things; everything was reduced to ruins.

These magic knights are different from the penniless farmers and mercenaries who sell their lives for money. They join this war to get back what they once had.

Caesar and the churches of the gods made promises to them that if they were willing to participate in this war, they would be given money to rebuild their territory, the reputation of surviving alone, and even further, the possibility of promotion to the title of nobility.

This is also the reason why they are willing to participate in this war.

Obviously, no one would respect a noble whose territory and castle were reduced to ruins, or a noble whose glory and accumulation were completely wiped out.

In this disarray, there even appeared a horrible possibility that they might fall to the level of lowly civilians.

No way, they would never accept this.

It was at this time that Caesar and the Church of the Gods gave them this opportunity, and they had to seize it, as they had no choice.

They will never fall to the level of lowly peasants, and their surname will never fade in this generation.

At this moment, on this battlefield, these magic knights were acting so radically.

After all, the premise of everything is victory in this war.

Even the current situation is inseparable from their promotion.

In addition to the madly casting berserk spells by the rat-men priests, all kinds of uplifting halos were bestowed upon each of the Crusade warriors.

Push forward, keep pushing forward, for victory, for themselves.

In the melee, a magic knight raised the greatsword in his hand high, and a ratman in black armor had his head chopped off in horror. He was a ratman captain.

Of course, in this situation, even if there is no team leader, it will not affect anything.

The rats had no intention of retreating at all.

The blood of the ratman captain splattered all over the magic knight, but his fate was not good enough either. A huge, violent giant rat approached him with a dull sound.

He wanted to swing his sword to resist, but he couldn't even hold the sword in his hand due to the huge force.

The greatsword flew out, and the rat troll violently tore off the magic knight's two arms.

He fell to his knees unwillingly, wanting to roar.

If he died, everything would be over, the glory of the ancestors, the family, everything, everything would be over.

If you lift up the magic knight's helmet at this moment, you can see an extremely complex and entangled expression on his face.

Struggle, reluctance, anger, despair, loss, these scenes kept echoing on the face of the magic knight at this moment.

A very special scene.

It's a pity that the rat troll with red eyes obviously didn't want to appreciate these things. Under the heavy force, the magic knight's head sank deeply into his body and he died in an extremely painful way.

Advancing, the Jihadists are still advancing, although the progress is so slow.

But in the end, they did it.

In front of that chaotic and strange stone pillar.

An ordinary young man was dying under the siege of ratmen, and an old figure broke into the battlefield at this moment.

The rat-men priests finally realized something, but it was obviously too late, and they did not dare to rush to the front line of the battlefield to face this brutal war.

Of course, the ratmen captains might be able to stop it, but they obviously did not understand what the strange stone pillars meant. Even if they did, they probably would not be willing to fight to the death.

A magic knight leaped high into the air and pounced towards the strange stone pillars in front of him with a determined attitude. At this moment, a rat troll who was becoming more and more violent due to the berserk spell slapped his chest and let out a loud roar.

He regarded the magic knight leaping high into the sky as a provocation to himself.

Pounce suddenly.

The magic knight ignored the rat troll that pounced on him and smashed the strange stone pillar with the sword in his hand.

Of course, an ordinary sword can hardly cause any effective damage to this stone forest, but what if the sword is brewed with suitable magic?

It was just a fossil turning into mud, but it was extremely effective.

The hard stone was softened into mud, the hard stone pillar was cut off by a sword, and the magic patterns on it were interrupted at this moment.

This simple structure began to shake violently due to the loss of a stone pillar.

It was a pity that the magic knight didn't have time to swing his sword a few more times before the violent rat troll blew him away, and it was unknown whether the brave knight was alive or dead.

Just a little bit, just a little bit.

The relieved rat priests began to shout wildly, and the rat captains finally realized something and began to gather towards the stone pillar. But this was not the most fatal thing. The most fatal thing was that the rat supervisors moved again, and they pushed a large number of rats onto the battlefield again. In the extreme crowd, the rats were pushed forward.

Amidst the chaos and noise, the rats were pushed forward.

Soon, this advance army will be pushed to the rear, all the efforts will be in vain, and the long and corrupt battle will continue.

Most of the Jihad soldiers did not react to what was happening.

They did not necessarily understand how important the destruction of the stone pillars in front of them was to them, but being pushed back was definitely enough to make them despair.

Especially when the berserk technique was interrupted, endless fatigue and trance gradually swept over.

Yes, the berserk spell was interrupted. The frightened ratmen priests finally stopped casting their damn berserk spells, and all kinds of offensive divine spells were thrown out madly.

But this actually accelerated the collapse of the Jihad Army.

Of course, the rat people also had to face this problem. They were in a trance when the berserk spell suddenly ended, but they were different from these human crusade soldiers. They were pushed onto the battlefield.

They have never moved backward, forward, or died.

Whether it is trance, fatigue, fear, or collapse, all of these are fine. We must keep moving forward and there is no way to retreat.

The interruption of the berserk spell by the rat-men priests saved the life of that ordinary young man.

He was besieged by a group of elite ratmen.

In fact, he should have died long ago if it weren't for the old figure who blocked the fatal blow for him.

He didn't understand why, why he did this.

Just looking at the figure lying in front of him, the inexplicable anger rose again, even overwhelmed the physical fatigue.

He roared like a young animal that had lost everything, and fiercely grabbed the spear that the elite ratman in front of him was stabbing at him. He pulled hard and pulled the insidious guy over, and the broken sword in his hand slashed across the neck of the elite ratman.

The elite ratman came to his senses with a look of disbelief on his face.

I couldn't believe that I would die here.

There were obviously many more dangerous situations, and he survived during that long journey, but he died here.

He was unwilling to give in, and the broken sword cut across his throat. Blood gushed out like a fountain. It was obvious that he was dead.

Before he died, his unwillingness turned into ferocity, and he wanted to drag the damn guy in front of him away with him.

But before he could swing the spear in his hand, he lost all strength and fell to the ground powerlessly, without a sound.

Well, apparently he was also a victim of those unreliable rat-man priests, dying unwillingly in the trance that suddenly ended his frenzy.

But what can be done about that? At least for now, those ratman priests are not afraid of his revenge. After all, he is dead.

The other elite ratmen warriors who surrounded them looked at each other. Of course, even if one of them died, it would not have any impact on them. It would still be so easy for them to kill the heretic in front of them.

It just takes a little more thought.

They once again surrounded the violently roaring young man.

The battle situation suddenly became so unfavorable for the Jihad Army that they were afraid that this bloody battle would end sooner. Some soldiers in the Jihad Army began to waver. Even hatred could not completely withstand the impact of such a scene on them.

Especially when the berserk technique suddenly ended and unimaginable fatigue swept over him.

All that met the eye was death and corpses. The pungent smell of blood rose to the sky. The battlefield was so noisy, but even the various sharp noises made by the rats gathered together could not completely suppress the screams and wails mixed in.

Death is not the worst outcome.

Having limbs cut off, flesh torn off, being cut in half, being pierced by a huge crossbow arrow, running desperately with horrible deformed flesh and blood, among all these things, none of them would be more comfortable.

Wailing, wailing, sobbing, and roaring.

There are all kinds of sounds.

I looked at myself again, and then looked down at myself, and before I knew it, my body was covered in blood.

I want to retreat, start to waver, and lose my courage.

Reached the brink of collapse.

The balance of war seems to have begun to tilt, and the rats are about to make the first move in this chess game of war.

It seemed to be like this until a huge roar was heard from afar. No, not just one roar, but a series of huge roars that continued to sound.

The human mages accompanying the army did not sit idly by and wait for death.

The moment the elemental turbulence that permeated the area began to fluctuate, they began firing. A large number of elemental chaos cannons were activated at the same time, and gray chaotic light balls covered the sky.

It hit heavily on the elemental turbulence in the sky.

Even though there were fluctuations, this rough structure supported by a large number of stone pillars was not completely destroyed. It was still able to play its role. Chaotic elemental groups disintegrated in the sky and disintegrated into a diffuse chaotic magic.

But it is no longer complete after all.

Not all clusters of disordered elements were successfully intercepted.

One after another, gray magic balls fell on the battlefield, causing violent explosions.

However, it seemed that it did not cause any effective damage.

These magic groups that crossed the elemental turbulence lost at least half of their effectiveness, and more importantly, these accompanying mages were not as crazy as the ratman priests, who attacked their friendly forces without hesitation.

The chaos cannon was aimed at the edge of the battlefield.

But is this wise?
No! Wait! It doesn't seem to be over yet.

The bombardment of the accompanying mages has not yet ended. One after another, the elemental chaos cannon keeps falling. Gradually, more and more magic light balls are passing through the layer of elemental turbulence.

Apart from the terrifying magical infection, the biggest effect of the Elemental Chaos Cannon is the violent shock that spreads after landing. Even though these magical light balls have been weakened by the elemental turbulence, the shock is still retained.

The ground began to shake.

As if changing their faces, the expressions of the rat-men priests changed drastically again.

It was just too late.

The strange stone pillars standing in the center of the battlefield began to shake.

It's too late to remedy the situation.

During the violent shaking, a stone pillar tilted, and as if it was a chain reaction, all the stone pillars began to tilt at that moment, until finally they collapsed to the ground with a loud bang.

This strange forest of stone pillars collapsed at this moment and turned into ruins.

(End of this chapter)