From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 353: Tired Du Yuan
The tower was successfully activated, like a large antenna, able to continuously transform the surging elements on the plateau into magic power and spread it in all directions.

There is nothing wrong with its functionality; it is indeed a tower that can change the times.

At this dangerous moment of external and internal troubles, the magic industry of the Youyan people took the most critical step.

This is very important. With almost unlimited magic power, there are so many things that can be changed.

It was just the day when the tower fell, the day when the elemental storm surged violently, and what happened on that day cast a hazy bloody shadow over everything.

The dead master of structural engineering and his students, the surviving students have gone completely insane, whispering day and night, and there is a bloody sun painted with blood, flesh, and bones.

He suggested to the great wizards many times that they should treat this matter with caution, as it was not a simple matter.

It’s just that this tower is too important, so even the death of the master and his student was suppressed and taken aside.

The blood-red sun was also washed away and whitewashed.

Seven days had passed since the storm. He witnessed the death of the only survivor. The white sheets were stained red with his blood. He seemed to want to draw something.

What to draw?

Draw a bloody sun.

He must have wanted to paint a bloody sun!

The doctor who was attending was frightened by the scene. It was a lady, a beautiful lady, with an extremely plump and proud figure. Such curves were really irresistible.

Well, this may seem a bit offensive, but I can assure you that this is an occupational disease and is by no means an intentional offense. After all, as we all know, combat mages are always dealing with the ratmen roaming around in the corners of the city, so they must have keen observation skills.

I rushed into the room while the lady was screaming.

This time, the beautiful lady finally stopped showing him that look of disgust.

I was even held in his arms at one point. Ah, such softness was intoxicating.

But I had to break her neck.

She saw it, she saw it, she saw the pattern, the sun painted with blood, flesh and bones.

This sun should not be seen, it should not be seen.

It will bring disaster, it will ruin everything.

As to why I know this.

Because I saw it, too, and I can’t forget it.

The burning flames destroyed everything that was left here, and from this day on, a secret sect began to spread among humans.

The quest for magic power has brought humanity a trigger that could lead to destruction.

This is certainly not a good thing, but it must be admitted that if this tower that can capture infinite magic power is not built, the Ghost Eye people may not even be able to survive today.

The rats have really come and are destroying everything.

Does Du Yuan know all this? Of course Du Yuan knows.

After all, the object that the blood-red sun was pointing to was not anything else but the incarnation of his kingdom of God in the chaotic realm, and the kingdom of God pointing to him could be said to be pointing to himself to a certain extent.

How to say it, this set of rituals is even more orthodox than the rituals used by the rat people to worship him.

However, Du Yuan did not respond to these new believers.

During this period, Du Yuan made a choice about his own path.

He chose to let it go, and instead of correcting the increasingly deviated path, he chose to let it go.

It brought about some different changes. The weight of the power of faith in his strength was constantly declining.

Instead, complex and chaotic thoughts began to fill his eyes.

The sun transformed from his kingdom of God seemed to truly begin to burn and possess mass. Those chaotic thoughts, various surging ideas, and desires became his new source of power.

In this process, his own priesthood and the priesthood that was constantly being born became the medium for communicating these messy thoughts.

War, redemption, life, merit, intrigue, suffering, scarlet, reproduction.

The priesthood of war is Du Yuan's ladder to godhood. Salvation comes from the prayers of countless lowly guys. Life comes from the worship of blood mushrooms. Conspiracy and breeding come from the fighting among rat priests and the contribution of the breeding houses set up by the big claw priests.

The priesthoods that Du Yuan himself possessed and that were subsequently created also continued to change as Du Yuan's path deviated.

Even Du Yuan himself didn't know what the final outcome would be.

But now that the choice has been made, there is no need to hesitate any longer.

Compared to the grand war going on in the center of the world, the changes brought about by the deviation of one's own path are really insignificant.

It’s just that the process is not so comfortable.

After breaking away from the mature framework of believing in God, Du Yuan was forced to have a closer contact with the power he possessed.

Now he is actually closer to those ancient gods, the oldest gods, but among those ancient gods that accompanied the birth of the world, none of them have such chaotic desires as that guy.

After all, desire is a new concept that emerged with the emergence of intelligent creatures and these inconspicuous mortals. Naturally, it will not be mastered by those ancient gods who were born in ancient times and were born sacred. But it is not so easy to be an ancient god.

Without godhead, priesthood, or divinity, they who have to restrain those great powers must bear and contain their own authority by themselves.

The time it takes for a young ancient god to grow from birth to adulthood is almost calculated in eras.

But Du Yuan is now experiencing this process at a rapid speed.

In the blood-red sun, on the skeletal throne, a silent god sat on it, countless thoughts entangled in him. He could not resist this process. It was a painful process.

This is an extremely powerful god who can destroy countless people in an instant, but such powerful strength cannot allow him to avoid such pain.

This is a necessary process towards greatness.

If he wants to control those chaotic thoughts, he must learn to adapt and be able to bear it.

Bear the love and hate, anger, fear, courage, cowardice, despair, hope from countless living beings, bear all of this.

He is the one who can truly hold these in his own hands.

During this period of time, the countless wails and resentments that entangled before his eyes made him dizzy.

It was the rats who came up with all of this. The endless sacrifices brought Du Yuan too many such complicated thoughts.

It made him exhausted.

However, he also had to admit that if it were not for the rat people's continuous and fanatical sacrifices, he might not even have been able to get to this point.

This is indeed what he must bear.

He rubbed his head.

He lowered his head, and his sight passed through the kingdom of God that had turned into a blood-red sun, through the hazy and chaotic space, and fell on an ordinary planet, and on the group of noisy ratmen.

Retracting his gaze, Du Yuan murmured something in this empty kingdom of God.

"You've even invented a steam engine. I thought you guys would be on the hamster wheel forever."

Xiaochun appeared in the kingdom of God at this time, climbed onto the armrest of the skeleton throne, and straightened his body. Du Yuan stretched out his hand and teased the little guy.

The pain on his face eased a little.

It was not easy to bear all this, and Du Yuan could only grit his teeth and bear it. Amidst the countless thoughts and various desires, he felt that his emotions had become less and less sensitive and dull.

Fortunately, he was not defeated.

Even so tired.

……………….

The three rat warlords officially parted ways in front of the city of Surging Waves in order to more efficiently acquire merits, kill, plunder, and all kinds of things.

Of course, it’s also for the sake of competing with each other.

The fall of the Golden Province again made these three guys taste the sweetness, and also allowed the rat lords and temple guards standing behind them to finally make some money.

Groups of ratmen caravans dragged slaves that had just been pulled down from the battlefield, and the expressions on their faces were all of irrepressible ecstasy.

After all, this is a rare thing, and this time period is extremely good, after all, the war has been stagnant for some time.

All kinds of sacrifices began to become scarce. At this time, they would undoubtedly make a fortune by taking these rare items back.

Of course, it's not just that.

These captives dragged back will mostly be used as a signal to be conveyed to many guys in the Ratman Empire.

After all, a successful war means a lot of things.

The flourishing of blood mushrooms, more demand for weapons, more young ratmen, everything can start to move away.

When there is no war, most of everything in the Ratman Empire is stagnant.

War, bringing back sacrifices and spoils, requiring more weapons, food and ratmen, bigger wars are about to happen, more sacrifices and spoils will be brought back, forming a cycle.

After a cycle ends, in the carnival, the cycle will be pushed forward faster.

Now, we have entered the acceleration phase.

As long as more things and victories can be brought back by these rat warlords and supplied to the Rat Empire in the rear, this weapon of war can be operated continuously.

Of course, this has little to do with the fact that the rat warlords parted ways before the city of Stormwind.

The main problem is that the humans didn't put up much fierce resistance, nor did they pose any obstacles to them, which was related to the fact that these three guys were not of the same mind.

The human army stationed in the city of Stormwind did not even dare to fight against the rat warlords and just fled at the sight of the enemy.

Perhaps there was nothing wrong with the decision made by these guys. After all, the city of Jilang is still in a devastated ruin, which really doesn't give people much confidence.

(End of this chapter)