From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 386, Emperor

In the castle where all the glory is gathered.

A young emperor sat at his desk, with all kinds of documents piled in front of him, some of which had ink that hadn't even dried yet.

The quill had just fallen.

As his magic mechanical troops were wiped out in the ratmen's attack, the young men who had fanatically pursued him also died one by one on the battlefield.

He, the emperor, was gradually becoming weaker.

But he is an emperor after all, and not everyone has the right to manipulate him. Over the years, he has proved this to many people. Even now, only this one city remains of the once vast empire.

But as long as he stands on the podium again.

Then there will still be people willing to follow him.

It's just that it doesn't make sense and it doesn't change anything.

So he was willing to sit here and listen to these guys who were becoming less and less like human chattering.

The great wizards stood before him and chattered.

But the look that Caesar, who was sitting upright, gave them was filled with a different kind of disgust.

"Don't you want to save the empire? Your Majesty! Only you can save it all! Only you can save it all!"

"We can't defeat the Skaven. They possess some very unusual powers."

"We lack a little bit of nobility!"

"We need a noble being of our own!"

"A God! We need a God!"

Those great wizards shouted in unison in front of Caesar, shouting that they needed a god. It was really crazy and funny.

But what's even crazier and funnier is...

Caesar decided to go along with their plan.

Not long after, these great wizards left one after another.

Caesar was the only one left in the room.

Leaning back in the chair, he rubbed his eyes.

There is no other way. In this situation, there are no more choices.

He must save the empire, and he must also save the people who believe in him.

Even if there is only the slightest possibility.

He will make any attempt and pay any price for it.

In the silent room, there was no echo for a long time, only the last sentence with tired murmurs echoing.

"god?"

………….

A grand celebration has begun to be prepared in this city of the sun.

At this most critical moment.

There are weird colors everywhere.

But the residents in the city were all encouraged.

Free food, drinks, candy, performances, and the great emperor, the hero, the only one who could possibly save them.

This celebration brings it all together.

The time of rejoicing is approaching.

But the shadow hidden beneath this celebration is not noticed by anyone.

Those great wizards were fanatically promoting the celebration, and at the same time they themselves were becoming more and more inhuman.

Strange patterns are drawn all over the city.

Some quarrels arose among the troops stationed on the city walls, but were quickly settled.

The second line of defense entered the construction stage in the central area of ​​the city.

Their hero, the great emperor, was becoming increasingly exhausted during these days.

He often looked up at the sky for a long time in the middle of the night. I don’t know what he was thinking about, but he looked more and more haggard.

But all this was not interrupted.

A few fanatical guys are gradually taking over various parts of the City of Light.

Those inhuman wizards completed all the preparations.

In the end, Caesar acquiesced to all this.

Dawn.

The darkness was dispelled, the light was shed, the sound of cheerful music rang out everywhere in the city, and the joyful crowds, the people who had been waiting for a long time, began to take to the streets.

Floats, magic tricks, beer, candy, and a clown with a big nose.

Incredibly, this celebration was so dreamy that it seemed to make people forget the fear of these days.

The wanton revelry carries a different meaning of venting.

Laughter echoed throughout the city.

But for some reason, Caesar, the absolute protagonist of this celebration, has not appeared yet.

This is inseparable from him. After all, those newspapers, dramatists, and bards have long used various methods to describe the future.

Their hero, the great Caesar, will save them again, and only their great emperor Caesar, only he can save them again.

In such frenzy, people shouted Caesar's name.

Of course, Caesar will be the protagonist.

But blood and fire came first.

The ratmen are conducting routine exploratory attacks.

A rat-man force of about 20,000 people, from the scattered Western fleet, a standard group of rat-man pirates, were pushed onto the city wall.

This is not an easy task. When these guys were pushed onto the city wall, most of them were filled with unspeakable fear, and even their bodies were shaking uncontrollably. If nothing unexpected happened, the best outcome for them would be to crash headfirst into the city wall and die without making any splashes, as a routine attack and consumption.

But unexpectedly, things did not go as they expected.

The magnificent city wall was so gapped, and the dense defensive measures were not even activated.

They only encountered some sporadic attacks during the charge, and then they managed to rush up the city wall in this incredible way.

In extreme shock and contrast, these guys stood on the city wall for a long time, obviously not understanding what was happening, until their attention was attracted by the celebration in the city.

What can be guaranteed is that this magnificent City of the Sun, the capital of the Dark-Eyed Human Empire, must be the richest city the rat people have ever encountered.

That's almost certain.

This can be seen from the gradually green eyes of the guys standing on the city wall.

Without any kind of driving or shouting, the same decision was made almost without hesitation.

These guys began to cross the city walls and rushed into this magnificent city. Obviously, the rats also wanted to participate in this unparalleled celebration.

Just when the ratmen commanders outside the city were confused.

Looting and killing broke out in the city.

After all, there were too few of these guys breaking into the city. Twenty thousand ratmen warriors were just a drop of water to this extremely huge city.

It is simply inconspicuous. In the chaos, in order to better suppress these heretics and successfully complete the plunder and slavery.

These ratmen who were born as pirates chose the simplest and most brutal method of relaxation. They first used killing and intimidation to confuse these overly large heretics and make them begin to fear, so that they could easily capture these guys.

The scimitar is brandished and the magic rifle is activated.

Death, in this grand celebration.

Sharp cries were heard, blood was splattered, and the rat people's sharp and piercing laughter echoed in people's ears.

Of course, there were too few of them and the city was too big.

The chaos simply cannot be dissipated.

Until the other rats outside the tall city wall reacted.

More and more ratmen climbed up the city wall and then disappeared into the city, never to return.

This was puzzling, but the rat warlords who were arguing with each other made the same decision in unison after learning of this situation.

attack.

Go! Go quickly!
In order to grab more sacrifices and eat more cakes, the ratmen's general offensive broke out without any warning. There was no haggling, and no alliance. The unlucky guy who didn't fit in was kicked out first to be the cannon fodder to consume the city's defense.

All the ratmen, all the ratmen gathered outside this huge city, they all surged almost crazily at this moment.

Normally, the rat people would try their best to capture the heretics for greater profits, but the situation at this time was not normal.

Chaos, corpses, blood, and some unruly guys, such as the black-haired Storm Rat Guards, who are absolutely insane killers.

In such a situation, even the ratman priests, war priests, and ratman squad leaders couldn't stop even if they wanted to, and the horrific killing began.

It was indeed a grand celebration.

This is true for both ratmen and humans.

Central Sun City.

Caesar finally left the towering castle and appeared in front of everyone.

This city is still too big, and the chaos outside the city has not yet spread here.

All kinds of eyes fell on Caesar, admiration, excitement, fanaticism, disgust, scrutiny. This was normal. Not everyone liked Caesar, but it had to be admitted that no matter whether these guys loved, hated, admired, or scrutinized Caesar, they now placed their hopes on Caesar.

In the entire human empire, the only hope left is Caesar.

This celebration is not only a celebration, but also a departure ceremony.

Under the gaze of everyone, in this frenzied celebration, Caesar should have faced these guys' gazes, strode forward, drawn the long sword on the podium under the gaze of everyone, and resolutely faced the ratmen outside the city.

This is what was supposed to happen.

But now there are some unexpected situations.

The great wizards who seemed less and less human convinced Caesar.

The guys' whimsical whispers convinced Caesar.

Caesar strode towards the platform. He was about to draw out the sword and make that fantastic attempt to become that god!

To save this country!

Even if there is only the slightest possibility.

He will make any attempt and pay any price for it.

(End of this chapter)