From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 352: Today, I saw God! I saw the cold bloody sun!
The tall mobile fortress that crashed into the city wall turned into a staircase.

A hole was torn in this sturdy human fortress.

The rats swarmed in, holding their weapons high and shouting excitedly, and they were about to overwhelm the fortress in an instant.

The Grand Duke in gorgeous armor, the commander-in-chief of the noble coalition, stood in front of the torn gap in the mobile fortress.

Like a reef standing on the shore constantly welcoming the waves.

It’s just a pity that the waves are endless.

The fight lasted for a long time until everything was toppled and burned.

At night, this fortress that had blocked the rats for a long time collapsed and turned into ruins, with nothing left.

The Grand Duke's gorgeous armor was covered in blood, and there were many deep and shallow dents on the armor, but the most fatal one was probably the blood-stained spear that penetrated his skull and penetrated his lower jaw.

It was hoisted high above the ruins.

A carnival is going on, a carnival in these ruins.

In order to capture this fortress, the rats paid a high price, with corpses everywhere, but to be honest, the rats didn't care much about the death of their companions.

In the dark night, flames were burning on the ruins, and sharp and piercing sounds continued. Sneaky guys were running around in the ruins, rummaging through all kinds of objects in the messy ruins, arguing and fighting from time to time, and then they all dispersed when the war priests arrived.

A carnival is going on.

………….

A piece of news that made everyone uneasy spread quickly to everyone's ears.

The rats broke through the fallen fortress and wreaked havoc again in just two or three days.

The defenders in the city of Stormwind abandoned the city and fled. The Golden Province fell once again and the ratmen were about to come.

How will they deal with it this time?

In fact, things were worse than they imagined.

By the time they got the news, the rats had already rushed out of the Golden Province and took back the land that had once been seized.

Moreover, compared with the fierce resistance encountered during the last Rat War invasion, the enemies the rats have to face this time are obviously not as difficult.

After several wars, the ratmen almost defeated the noble knights who were the backbone of the human empire.

Chaos comes second.

What can the human empire use at this moment to stop the ratmen from coming again?

City of the Sun.

A group of mages found the depressed Caesar.

In a dark room.

The sophisticated machine emitting a faint blue light was displayed in front of Caesar.

In this war with the ratmen, the mages did not gain nothing.

Some of the remains of the lightning cannon were found and dismantled.

It’s just a pity that the rat people’s lightning cannon did not bring them much technical inspiration.

They are all very ordinary things.

Simple patterns, simple energy pathways, but the energy source is extremely complex.

The blue bones that were cut into small pieces were obtained by them.

Just like the ratmen, these dark-eyed people were also amazed by the soul energy contained in the dark blue bones.

Compared to the ratmen's crude and nascent magical technology, the Dark-Eyed Human mages can utilize the soul energy contained in these dark blue bones more efficiently.

Used to create special magical equipment or to enhance the mental power of mages.

At this time, a magical device that used the blue skeleton as an energy source was placed in front of Caesar.

It's an arm.

Caesar stared in silence at the arm that was brought to him.

After a long while, he finally spoke.

"Can I try?"

The leader of this group of mages, the old mage wearing a long robe and with snow-white hair and beard, responded to Caesar with a smile.

"Of course!"

Caesar picked up the metal arm in front of him with his only remaining hand and simply connected it. After the dark blue lines lit up, the arm was successfully installed.

From being awkward at first to slowly becoming familiar with it, this metal arm, this complex magical device, gave Caesar a very strange feeling, as if this machine was alive.

The old wizard did not stop talking.

Speaking slowly and steadily to Caesar.

“Your Highness Caesar, this arm was just a hastily made thing, and we will have better works for you later.

The entire empire was in chaos.

But we all know that we have no more choices. Three hundred years ago, the pioneering wizard of the Empire's first magic academy explored this world, and the results were not optimistic.

Except for the endless ocean, the great pioneer wizard found nothing.

If we lose this war, we will also find nothing but sea water."

Caesar has initially adapted to this magical arm and is already controlling the fingers on it to move slowly.

This magical arm is very important to him.

He was sure of this from the first moment of the connection.

At the very least, it would make him less of a useless person and allow him to stand up again.

During this period of time, Caesar often looked forward to this scene.

Although what this group of mages gave did not completely meet his expectations, the intact arm turned into such a strange device.

But this is also what he expected.

His eyes stayed on the arm that was glowing blue for a long time, and finally, Caesar took it off himself.

Look into the eyes of the old wizard.

"Can this arm allow me to hold the sword again?"

I asked this most important question, but was met with silence.

"No."

Caesar shook his head and waved his hands.

"I'll think about it for a few days."

This was an unexpected answer, at least it caught the mages off guard. Just before they wanted to say something, the guards standing not far away came over.

Soon after, silence returned to the room.

Caesar's shoulder was still moving unconsciously, as if there was an arm connected to it, as if it was complete.

It’s just a pity that there is nothing, there is nothing above.

It is easy to guess what the old wizard is thinking. After all, who else can possess such prestige under the premise of being well controlled?

And most importantly, it is up to them to make use of such prestige.

After all, a hero who can stand up is a real hero.

A Dawn Knight who can no longer hold a sword is a good Dawn Knight.

But Caesar was unwilling to become a real pawn, even if he could never stand up again.

He needs to leave himself some wiggle room.

But was he like this in the past?

When thinking about those chaotic things, a thought flashed through my mind, bringing silence.

After a long time, Caesar himself gave the answer.

Maybe not.

It's just that change is not surprising to him.

After all, he has lost too much, he has lost too much.

He sighed in silence.

I turned over while struggling and pushed open the window, only to hear a burst of excited conversation.

"You didn't see that the things those mages tinkered with could really make His Highness stand up!
Really!"

However, it was the soldier who was still guarding him who excitedly passed on the news.

Well, not all was lost for Caesar.

Many Crusade soldiers did not leave after the war and stayed with Caesar for various reasons, ranging from having no home to return to to bowls of meat porridge.

Just like that, they gathered around Caesar.

When looking at this group of guys, Caesar was able to perk up a little.

A towering tower was built on the cold plateau where violent elemental storms were still sweeping.

Countless elements were stirred up at this moment, and an unprecedented elemental storm entered the brewing stage.

Brought enlightenment.

The wizard who presided over the fall of the tower received a revelation, and at this moment, he saw a lot.

The world revolving around the sun was not just these, but also the twinkling stars, the hazy and chaotic world. What did he see? He saw a star that almost occupied the entire field of vision. What an unimaginable star! A cold blood-red sun!
At this moment, the poor guy's body began to shake involuntarily.

The expression on his face changed violently as his body shook.

Surprise, confusion, fear, horror, and piety, yes, piety. He couldn't help but feel many chaotic voices singing in his head, and he couldn't help but sing along with the voices in his head.

Involuntarily, he began to sing loudly about His greatness.

He began to call upon God.

In the tall tower on the cold plateau, many young mages cast their eyes on their teacher with great concern.

As one of the few masters of epigraphy and tectonics in the empire.

The construction of this tower, from the proposal of the plan to the site selection to the final completion, was almost entirely dominated by their school.

When the tower was about to be completed, their teacher had a premonition that an elemental storm would occur. However, no one expected that this elemental storm would be so fierce and almost cut off all their channels of communication with the outside world.

Fortunately, the tower they built was strong enough, and even though the elemental storm was so violent, it did not shake the tower.

But there seemed to be some problems with their teacher.

Finally, the eldest brother among them mustered up the courage and approached the teacher who had been sitting on the ground and muttering to himself since the elemental storm began to blow.

"What's wrong with you, teacher?"

But his balance was suddenly broken, and he was caught by his teacher who was mumbling something under his breath, grabbing him by the shoulder.

The force was so strong that it almost knocked him to the ground.

A face with an extremely exaggerated smile suddenly appeared in front of him.

"I'm nothing, I'm nothing, I just saw the great God, I just saw the great God, that's all!"

"Oh God! Oh God! How great, how great!

Great God!"

Confusing words kept coming out of the mouth of the teacher who was always calm and wise. Although there was a smile on his face, an exaggerated smile, he could clearly see the pain that was difficult to suppress from such an expression.

At this moment, a young wizard not far away was frightened and screamed, which immediately attracted the teacher's attention.

A loud, sharp, distorted roar.

"How dare you, why don't you sing praises to God, God is so great!"

The spell was condensed in an instant, and blood and flesh splattered everywhere amid the sound of rocks colliding.

The screams of fear continued, and their teacher also began to take action.

Under the gaze of the young wizard, who sat on the ground, everyone died.

Everyone in the tower died, leaving only him and his teacher.

Not long after, the teacher came back covered in blood. He was very relieved that he was able to remain quiet and did not kill him.

In front of him.

He began to paint on the walls of the tower using the flesh, blood, and bones of his fellow apprentices.

A blood-red sun slowly took shape.

It was depicted, but something was missing, some flesh and blood. The teacher did not use his flesh and blood, but began to dissect himself.

Just like that, he peeled himself off in a mad laughter, adding his own blood and flesh bit by bit to the almost completed pattern.

The young wizard survived and just witnessed it all in a daze.

The storm gradually subsided.

The dark blue lines outside the tower gradually dimmed.

A team of mages appeared outside the tower. The lord and his students in the tower had not contacted them for a long time.

Many lords were anxiously waiting for news from the tower.

They were eager to know whether the envisioned tower of endless magic power was successful.

So, they appeared here.

Even though the storm was dying down, this icy plateau wasn't safe enough.

In doubt, the leading battle mage opened the door of the tower.

A horrifying and bizarre scene appeared before them.

The distinguished gentleman died, with a twisted and hideous smile of satisfaction, in a posture of disembowelment.

His students were nowhere to be seen, except for one guy who was sitting on the ground in a daze.

The leading battle mage walked quickly over to the only guy still alive.

Ask loudly.

"What happened! What happened here?!"

Hearing these shouts, the dazed guy came to his senses. Finally, he came to his senses.

A strange and hideous smile appeared on his face.

"We saw a god. We saw a real god in that storm!"

Follow his gaze.

The battle mage captain looked at the wall of the tower, where a cold blood-red sun was depicted.

Behind him, loud chanting sounded.

It's the stupid guy who survived.

He shouted loudly at this moment.

Shout loudly to the cold sun painted with blood, bones and flesh.

"Great God!"

Watching this bizarre scene, the battle mage captain shuddered for no reason.

(End of this chapter)