From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 377, Sky Tower

The towering fortress collapsed.

The entire battlefield was in chaos at this time, and the rats were running around roaring in this chaotic battlefield.

The roars of the war priests were drowned out by the chaos. The joy of victory could not be seen on the faces of these guys. Indeed, this victory was not perfect.

More than half of the human troops in the fortress completed the evacuation, although they were a bit embarrassed and left behind a large number of weapons, war equipment, various consumables, supplies, food, and other scattered things, but they successfully escaped.

Perhaps it was this fortress, this battlefield, that had oppressed the rats for too long. When the rats climbed up the city walls and the fortress was ended with sporadic resistance, an unstoppable carnival and riot broke out among the rat warriors.

The restless ratmen were no longer controlled by the war priests. They ran wildly across the land, looting what was left of humans, setting fire to the war buildings, and destroying the war equipment.

Here, every inch of this battlefield was soaked with the blood of the ratmen, and at this moment, they were running wildly in such a place.

A chaotic carnival began.

The war priests roared in powerless anger, but were unable to stop the revelry. They could only watch helplessly as the human army retreated away.

This was a serious strategic mistake. For the Youyan people, the loss of this fortress meant that the ratmen's large army would be able to advance unhindered, the entire Lianyan province could no longer be defended, and the battlefield would be pushed back. This represented the loss of a province, and a province that could no longer function normally due to war mobilization.

What's more, they had lost the solid defense line built along the winding river.

The human empire was already struggling under the pressure of war.

It was foreseeable that Caesar would sign his name to the joint letter.

Those energetic young people will also lose the right to choose, and going to the battlefield to face this cruel war will become their necessary and only choice.

Suddenly, the twilight of the human empire seemed to be approaching.

Of course, before all this happens, there is a prerequisite, which is the end of this carnival.

Amid the shouting and yelling of the war priests, this chaotic carnival was still going on on the chaotic battlefield.

And on the other side of the battlefield.

In front of the tall tower, a rout was taking place.

Cold steel golems walked out of the tower. These heavy lumps of steel trampled on the rats that kept pouring in unscrupulously in the face of such horrific weapons of war.

It is normal to lack courage, and the ratmen warriors fled in panic.

However, it is worth affirming that the rat people today are generally much better than before, no matter in which aspect.

Especially after the group of big-clawed priests in charge of the breeding house pointed out a very strange theory.

Theory of eugenics.

How should I put it? This is a weird theory that mixes nutrition science and efficiency.

The Big Claw Priests began to discover and recognize the nutrition and abilities that the ratmen needed to grow, and began to quantify this concept, ensuring that each newborn ratman was provided with the most standard energy and nutrition without giving any more.

The motivation behind this refined approach is to be extremely stingy, but it greatly reduces the probability of producing overly thin mice during breeding.

A stronger body can certainly bring greater courage, that's for sure.

This was reflected on the battlefield, where after fleeing in panic, these young ratmen were able to quickly regain a certain level of morale, and many of them were able to return to the battlefield soon afterwards.

Although this habit will make the battlefield messy and disorganized.

But the rats should have gotten used to this.

After their fear subsided a little, the ratmen warriors who turned back let out sharp roars. They randomly pulled the triggers of their short-barreled rifles, and dangerous beams of magic energy flew wantonly on the battlefield. Many of these attacks fell on the low stone wall raised by the Dark-Eyed Human Mage. Behind the stone wall, many human warriors leaned against this simple wall to fight back at the ratmen.

Crossing the river is not an easy task, especially since it is a blitzkrieg when humans are not prepared.

The only thing the flag brought to the battlefield was a terrifying lightning cannon.

He really caught humans off guard.

Until, one after another, hideous and dark gun muzzles began to open on the tall tower.

The scorching beams of magic energy flashed across the area, and the only remaining lightning cannon in the flag army exploded violently in several thick beams of magic energy.

In the brilliant light, there were the figures of rats running away in panic, even Qi was among them.

Qi lost his composure and shouted loudly on the battlefield.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

He made a judgment and stopped wasting time and effort.

A grand escape was born.

However, these human armies and the mages stationed in the Mage Tower were no longer able to pursue the fleeing Qi and his army.

They received news from the front that the troops evacuated from the fortress would soon reach them and they had to prepare for it.

Moreover, the reserves in the magic pool in the Mage Tower are almost exhausted.

There are suddenly more things to prepare.

The mages not only wanted to dismantle and recycle the large number of surveillance arrays installed in the area, but also wanted to see if they could pick up as many stars falling from the sky as possible before evacuating.

The human warriors who had just experienced a bloody battle were also busy. They were afraid that this area could not be defended. The villagers in each village and town had to be notified to come. They had to gather before the retreating troops arrived, and then evacuate to the rear together.

At the same time, we also need to gather the resources in this area. The food reserves may not be able to fully support this retreat.

If the flag had not intruded, the autumn harvest should have begun. After the harvested wheat was ground into flour, a large part of it would have been supplied to the fortress ahead.

Now, the autumn harvest is about to begin, and we need to urgently harvest the next batch of grain.

Everything started suddenly right here.

The stern cavalry commander, Honorary Baron Cooley, commander of the Empire's Third Magical Army, personally led his troops, riding on a warhorse to villages and towns, spreading the unfortunate news.

The numbering of the magic machinery army in the human empire is actually determined according to the order in which the army was established. The third in the empire means that the magic machinery army in Kuli's hands is the third magic machinery army established in the human empire.

This is an extremely valuable title, as can be seen from the fact that Cooley was awarded the honorary baron. After the end of the nobility, their titles were retained. However, the current viscounts, barons, and earls basically have no actual rights, but are used as honorary titles.

It was established early and fought almost the entire war between the ratmen and the humans.

Of course, the casualty rate is also terrifyingly high. In the Human Empire, a fully-strength army is about 100,000 people in size. But now, after another bloody battle, the Third Magic Mechanical Corps led by Kuli of the Empire still has a strength of 1,500. This is a problem.

When this army was first established, Cooley was just a small captain, but now he has become a general.

In fact, Qi also had a deep fate with them. After all, the reason he returned to this battlefield was because he had sneakily ambushed and destroyed the First Magical Machinery Unit that was preparing to return to the heartland of the Human Empire by water for repairs. This was such an achievement.

And now, the Third Magic Machinery Unit, which had already been left with few men, was hit hard by him again.

To some extent, this guy Qi is also notorious.

At dusk, groups of villagers gathered together and came to the towering magic tower.

The ground was littered with rat corpses, broken weapons, and bumpy terrain, which made the children very uneasy. They pulled at their family members' sleeves.

Compared to the children's simple fear of corpses and blood, the adults' eyes were filled with more complex sorrow.

When the sky was once again covered with a hazy glow, the children were placed in the military camp. The smoke from cooking stoves floated up, and the tall and rude logistics officer got up early to cook meat porridge.

These are for the kids to eat.

As for the adults, they came to the golden wheat fields early in the morning. After using the methods brought by the wizards, they ushered in a bumper harvest this year.

Now is the harvest time.

Looking at the endless golden expanse in front of them, there was no joy in the eyes of these men, only a complex sorrow.

On the third day, the exhausted army appeared from afar, bringing news about the ratmen's lightning tower. This news made the mages a little more panicked.

Decided to leave earlier.

After completing the harvest in the morning, they were ready to leave.

The tall and rude official took out some honey from the reserve resources today, which was rare. He hastily cooked a pot of barley porridge with a little sweetness using the freshly harvested wheat.

The children's cheerful laughter echoed in the army camp.

It's time to leave.

The large group of people began to march in an orderly and urgent manner.

At last, a fire was ignited in the golden wheat field, and the blazing flames spread across the plain.

Even though it is too late to harvest these wheats, they will not be left to the rat people.

In the flames, ashes spread in the wind. This time, it was human beings themselves who were destroying their own things.

………….

No matter what, the rat people won this time.

After the riot ended, the war priests began to seize land frantically. Of course, this is not to say that these guys need land. It is just a way for them to show their merits.

Not only them, Qi also reacted quickly. After escaping to the other side of the river in a panic, he hurried back again.

Leading the rat army, they frantically occupied the abandoned and empty towns and villages, and took the burnt black land into their arms.

A grand sacrificial ceremony is about to begin.

This was an instruction given by a big shot among the temple guards. Of course, everyone knew that such a thing would delay the opportunity for war to a certain extent. After all, humans are definitely not ready for defense yet, and it is a good time to advance.

But no one was ignorant enough to object to this sacrifice.

How to say it, that group of rat lords have been showing off for quite some time, even the most eloquent captain of the Prairie City Temple Guard has been holding his breath.

It is better not to raise any objections at this time.

The grand ceremony was organized by the temple guards on the battlefield that has now become a ruin, in front of the ruins of the fortress.

These guys are becoming more and more particular.

In just one day, a tall tower was built, with an altar and a sacred pillar at the top.

The temple guards decided to build a temple on the ruins of the battlefield, which also meant that a new ratman city would be built here.

But why build such a tall tower? After all, this is something the rats have never been used to. The rats have undoubtedly always been more accustomed to living underground.

This came from that miracle. After that miracle, the temple guards enthusiastically and smoothly accepted the moon worship trend that emerged in the Ratman Empire.

Everything went smoothly, without any setbacks.

In fact, the temple guards were almost never picky. The early altars, stone carvings, divine patterns, the conservative monopoly on the divine pillars, the middle-period bells, blood gold, and the engineering concepts of the gear school were all partially accepted by the temple guards. So now, to these mixed elements, there was another thing called moon worship and comet worship. What was so strange about that?

The slave rats seek salvation and a peaceful death, the rat priests fanatically pursue their own desires, the rat warlords embrace war and killing, and the temple guards, although these guys are so pious, but in fact, they are almost blindly pursuing anything and anything related to the great gods.

The temple guards stand in front of the sacred temple and are the most loyal guards.

But it is also the most dull.

The tower is covered with intricate patterns, with every corner being exquisitely decorated. The same goes for the ceremony, which begins at the moment when day and night alternate, and ends when the blue soul moon sets and the sky is dyed with a touch of morning light.

There was no fanaticism, nor the disorderly shouting of the rats. Everything seemed extremely solemn, with a vague sense of divinity.

The ceremony ended like this.

This temple of the gods also fell like this.

(End of this chapter)