From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 337, Winner

In the chaotic battle, the two armies fought each other.

Some huge steel fortresses appeared on the battlefield.

It is like the metal bell towers that were used before, only bigger and stronger.

Symmetrical, thick gears were placed on the outer shell of the steel fortress, rotating with a harsh metal twisting sound and advancing on the chaotic battlefield.

It was shaky and contained a large number of war machines, and was bulky and dangerous.

Such a creature, even relying on its huge size and heavy weight, can easily crush most things on the battlefield.

But at this moment in this chaotic battlefield, he still cannot be called invincible.

The war priest was waving his weapon vigorously and letting out sharp roars. For the rat people, courage was hard to come by and cowardice was their nature. However, such a nature was not impossible to suppress. In jealousy and greed, death was nothing.

Hold the flag high in your hand.

There were rat mercenaries, slave rats, and pilgrims around him, forming a huge crowd.

Keep pressing on.

Those war fortresses wreaked havoc on the battlefield. As their huge gears turned, they were like a giant beast mopping the ground, crushing everything on the battlefield. A scarlet road mixed with blood and minced meat was dragged out.

The screams of terror and the shrill roars almost never stopped on the battlefield.

Another roar.

It came from a tall rat troll with bulging muscles.

The scarlet eyes fell on the mobile fortresses that were wreaking havoc on the battlefield, and with a roar, he swept away the ordinary ratmen in front of him.

He began to run wildly across the chaotic battlefield.

Like an angry ape? Or a chariot? A monster?

Get close to the moving castles wreaking havoc on the battlefield, and jump high at the moment you are about to be crushed.

It smashed hard on the thick metal shell, and an obvious dent appeared on this ferocious war machine. The thick claws wanted to grab the metal shell of the mobile castle, but failed to do so.

It landed on the ground with a roar. Even though the rat troll was a rather tenacious deformed creature, it could not escape being crushed at this moment.

It turned into a mass of exploding flesh and blood.

This is not the end.

Such a conspicuous big guy almost instinctively attracted the distorted creatures roaming on the battlefield.

One by one, rat trolls appeared on the battlefield, running towards these mobile fortresses.

These distorted creatures, which possess the power to tear steel apart, are constantly attacking these bulky and dangerous war machines.

The war continues.

Burning everything at an exaggerated speed.

The corpses piled up more and more on the battlefield, even blocking the small river on the edge of the battlefield.

Both sides were clearing the corpses piled up on the battlefield.

More and more corpses were carelessly abandoned and piled up on the edge of the battlefield again.

Even though the rats were not qualified as sacrifices, such a large number of them could obviously bring considerable profits.

It’s just a pity that the two sides involved in the war at this time are the rat priests and the temple guards.

The rat people truly lived up to their identity as the evil god's followers, constantly destroying and killing other races, heretics, and themselves.

The pile of corpses was getting higher and higher.

But both sides continued to pile up the dead guys on the battlefield, until the pile got higher and higher and then collapsed with a loud bang.

The bodies of the ratmen blocked the stream, forming a dam and a small lake.

Of course, this small lake is not beautiful. It is filled with corpses and the water has turned red. As the corpses gradually rot, there may be an unbearable stench and large amounts of yellow, turbid oil floating on the lake.

All of this was created by the warring parties in a very short period of time.

The stalemate in the battle brought unimaginable consumption.

It's not a small amount.

Countless blood mushrooms are dumped into this battlefield every day.

Of course, these consumed blood mushrooms are not a big problem, either for the temple guards or for the ratman priests.

But this stalemate and the passage of time were unbearable, and both the temple guards and the rat priests could no longer endure it.

The turning point of this holy war has come, and a choice must be made, whether it is the temple guards or the rat priests.

Either continue to invest your strength in this increasingly stalemate war, personally take part in it, and start a huge melee that is out of control.

Or, sit down and talk.

It's time to sit down and talk.

More rat-man corpses were pushed into the small lake in order to clear a space for negotiations.

A large tent was quickly built.

The most elite forces of the armies of both sides arrived one by one.

The neat and solemn temple guards appeared on one side of the open space.

The other side.

Some rat-men priests arrived, wearing fur capes taken from wolf-orcs, and their single blue eyes were embedded in the gorgeous staffs in their hands.

There is no doubt that these guys are all senior priests.

They did not bring the guards they had secretly trained or the hired rat mercenaries, but only these few elderly priests standing here.

These are not weak. Even if any temple guard gets close to these old guys, an efficient massacre can be launched quickly.

It's just that they're just as efficient at destroying everything in front of them.

This is a reciprocal deterrent.

Negotiators from both sides began to enter.

Six temple guards, six ratmen priests.

The number of participants is a requirement put forward by the rat priests. From the composition of the rat priests participating in the negotiations, we can have a certain understanding of the current structure of the rat priests.

Both were dressed simply, but the staffs in their hands were also filled with blue eyes of the loyalists.

Three rat lords dressed in complicated attire and covered with the most messy items.

A radical wearing a blood-red robe and carrying a small bell on his back.

It seems that the radicals are not having a good time these days. There are really only two or three big cats and small cats left.

the other side.

Compared to the negotiation team of the ratman priests who made decisions with various implications, the temple guards undoubtedly did not have so many thoughts.

The leader was a somewhat old guy with extremely bright eyes.

He is the captain of the temple guard stationed in the underground rat city in the Desolate Mountains.

A guy who deals with all kinds of messy people all year round.

At the same time, he is probably the guy who is most familiar with the ratman priests among all the temple guards.

It was he who proposed the recruitment of war priests.

The leader of the temple guards easily made him choose to pledge allegiance. Compared with their colleagues stationed in other gods' temples, the rat priests stationed in the temple far away in the underground rat city undoubtedly have more status and independence.

But his loyalty was also extremely decisive. As long as he could still stay in this original temple, he was willing to offer his loyalty without reservation.

This condition was agreed to.

So, this guy showed up in this negotiation.

Of course, he was not the core. The core was the guy who mingled among the remaining five temple guards, a guy who did not take off his helmet.

The negotiations began.

These are the two most important things fought for in this war.

1. The dominance of the Ratman Empire, the most important high priest position in the Ratman Parliament.

2. The right to interpret the belief in the great gods.

The quarrel lasted almost throughout the negotiation.

People slammed the table, waved their arms, shouted loudly, and spit flew everywhere in the spacious tent. All kinds of scattered things and small objects were thrown around at random as if they were belongings.

When the argument reached its most intense, there was even a hint that a fight was about to begin.

Fortunately, both sides have enough self-control.

If a fight really broke out, it wouldn't be long before either the temple guards outside the tents rushed in and swept everything away, or the senior ratmen priests cast spells to send everyone to the sky.

The rat-men priests had voracious appetites, and were unwilling to give either of these two things to the temple guards.

Of course, this is not realistic.

The fact that both sides can sit together at this time shows that both sides are trying to avoid an unlimited war and that both sides at least have a certain willingness to negotiate.

It's just a habit of asking for too much.

Such unreasonable tone was easily blocked by the elderly temple guard.

The talks made little progress.

This situation might have been anticipated by both parties, but witnessing such a quarrel with one's own eyes still makes people feel angry.

Propose, discuss, argue, overturn, propose, discuss, argue, draw fire, calm down, overturn again.

This cycle continued endlessly.

The temple guards quarreled with the rat priests, the rat priests quarreled with the rat priests, the temple guards and the rat priests quarreled with the rat priests.

Negotiations have been leaning towards this outcome time and time again.

The harsh sound kept lingering in my ears.

The commander of the temple guards, the mysterious commander, was sitting at this long table at this time. He was inconspicuous. This guy was really too low-key.

His brows furrowed slightly as he witnessed this ridiculous farce.

As I listened, I became distracted.

The first thing he realized when the quarrel occurred was that these messy things could not produce any real results by relying solely on negotiations.

Even though he had always wanted to avoid such a situation, it was now unavoidable.

After all, only the winner is qualified to make the choice.

But even though he understood it, he did not interrupt this ridiculous farce.

Because I thought of something.

Even if he won the war and inherited the title of high priest, would there be a lack of such situations in meetings?

Probably not.

He had no way to suppress everything. He was not a white mouse. At that time, sitting at the same narrow and wide long table, such quarrels would still occur continuously.

Unavoidable.

This made him start thinking about something.

Is this the scene he really wants?
Amid the noisy arguments, this question was seriously considered.

The final result of the negotiation was a bad one. Neither side got the result they wanted, and no consensus emerged in the negotiation.

When both sides left in dissatisfaction, the situation became tense. This was a good opportunity, a good opportunity to launch an attack.

The temple guards stationed outside the tent clenched their weapons, each of which was a bright silver spear, while on the other side, the elderly rat priests narrowed their eyes slightly.

But in the end, neither side launched an attack on the other.

The war will continue.

It will become even more tragic. In a negotiation, both the temple guards and the rat priests should understand one thing: unless the other side is suppressed in the war and cannot raise its head, this matter is destined to have no result.

It was at this time that the presence of a guy once again became prominent.

There are many ways to completely overwhelm the opponent. In addition to improving yourself, you can also seek help.

At this time, the only surviving fruit in the military system, the commander of the Western Expeditionary Force, Sheng Qi, who had just returned to the Desolate Mountains to watch the ceremony and had not yet left, naturally came into view.

Sheng Qi suddenly became the focus of attention.

Both parties were contacting him and offering him a price, but Sheng Qi had no desire or impulse to join in for the time being.

One of the biggest reasons why he has not left and returned to the sea with his fleet is because the war has not yet determined the winner, but if you want him to personally participate in this war, then forget it.

It's not like he didn't witness the war.

No matter which side you side with, won't you just be used as cannon fodder?
Even though the price offered and the things promised were very tempting.

But how could he suffer a loss a second time after having suffered the first one? The army in his hands is his most important bargaining chip.

Sheng Qi seemed completely indifferent to the ongoing war and the attempts to win over the two sides.

Of course, there are always exceptions.

One day, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Sheng Qi.

A brief and concise conversation began.

It didn't take too long, but at the end of the conversation, Sheng Qi seemed particularly absent-minded.

It was as if he had heard something that made it difficult for him to remain calm.

He took a long, deep breath.

Sheng Qi changed his mind.

The Western Fleet abandoned its warships and turned back into the running Western Expeditionary Force.

A march began with the shouts of Sheng Qi.

I don’t know what Sheng Qi heard, and I don’t know what kind of promises Sheng Qi got.

In short, after an intense march day and night with almost no rest, the Western Expeditionary Force finally successfully arrived at the battlefield.

Then, in the war between the temple guards and the senior rat priests, he chose to inflict heavy damage on the rat priests without hesitation.

This is a very unexpected thing.

It determined the outcome of this war.

Of course, the temple guards did not go too far. After all, it is an indisputable fact that this twisted empire cannot do without these restless guys.

It is obvious that the party that loses the war has no capital to resist.

(End of this chapter)