From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 424: The Divine Light Purifies You and Me

Fighting and fighting took place in the complex streets made of steel. Both sides had red eyes. One side was fighting for God, and the other side was fighting for survival.

Spears engraved with intricate patterns, lightweight half-covered steam exoskeletons, sacred magic grenades engraved with sacred objects, steam vehicles stained with minced meat and blood, sharp and rusty iron railings, crude steam guns that continued to leak scalding steam while in operation, bulky engineering machinery, and all sorts of other things collided with each other.

The scene was not beautiful, it was all bloody. The final winners were the humble guys from the outer city. There were too many of them, and they paid the price of almost half of the city. They repelled the rat-man crusade army of only 100,000. In fact, this was not a miracle, but a result purely created by flesh and blood.

Half of the outer city area was in ruins. After the flames died down, the corpses and steel were all burnt black. There was a smell that was hard to describe, the aroma of meat, the stench of burning coal, and a little bit of deformed rust. All these messy smells mixed together. It was a smell that was hard to forget once you smelled it, the smell of war. For the survivors of this war, for the ratmen who fell in the ruins, gasping for breath, with unspeakable fear on their faces after the redness of their swollen eyes faded.

Confusion, fear and trance, this atmosphere did not last forever. Some angry guys stood on the top of the ruins and began to roar sharply.

For the rat people, war is an instinct that requires no teaching.

The spearhead was directed at the ratmen big businessmen, ratmen bureaucrats, and ratmen bigwigs in the inner city. Anger began to spread amid sharp roars and shouts.

Individual ratmen are very cowardly, and small groups of ratmen are harmless. However, if a large number of ratmen are gathered together into a group, they will show a completely opposite attitude. They are no longer cowardly, are not afraid of death, and instinctively follow the brightest flag, full of self-destructive tendencies.

This is a very strange transformation, even a little abrupt. It is hard to say whether it is a rule engraved in the genes. In order to better allow the rat people to survive, the self-destruction rule engraved here will make these lowly, dust-like guys gather together and rush to destruction, until their numbers drop again, and the area becomes habitable for the rat people again.

Or it was the inscription left by the evil god who had disappeared into the world. After all, once upon a time, the evil god needed these lowly, dust-like guys to bravely rush towards death.

Now, this situation is happening again.

These ratmen engineers standing on high ground pulled up those guys who had just recovered a little with sharp shouts. Amid the anger, these guys standing on the ruins gathered together again. This time, the crazy guys turned into the group of despicable guys who were trembling and doing everything to survive not long ago.

The outer city area has been destroyed, and many ratmen cannot accept this. They have nothing left, and it is inevitable that they will go crazy. Even though it is not wise to head towards the inner city area which has high walls and a large number of rat guards garrison, they are too crazy to care.

Amidst the hysterical roars, another brutal fight is about to begin.

A group of crazy guys. The Ratman Empire is a great framework for the ratmen. At least in this framework, these guys can gather together normally as an intelligent creature and build their own civilization. Unlike now, on this Black Iron Star, the order has just collapsed not long ago, and a large group of ratmen have been driven crazy.

Amid hysterical roars, this group of lowly guys who had lost everything and were as lowly as dust charged in groups towards the towering iron wall in front of them.

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The defeated Ratmen Crusaders in this war were not completely annihilated, and a part of them, about two thousand people, managed to escape from the city. They looked a little embarrassed after suffering a defeat, but the commander who managed to evacuate by chance was not ready to stop so quickly. On a paper map, he quickly identified a place, a small town deep in the wilderness.

They will never stop, they will continue to offer sacrifices to the great gods. This is necessary and must be done.

The commander made a decision, and just like that, the remnant of the army took a staggering step forward.

Under the dark mountains, that group of pioneer ratmen who had nothing were faced with a not-so-easy problem. The remnants of the Crusade came to them with red-eyed faces. Even though they had already accepted their new future in this empty wilderness, it seemed that this war was not going to let them go.

Now there is a piece of bad news, and a piece of barely good news, in front of these pioneer ratmen.

The bad news is that in this endless wilderness, there is nowhere to run even if they want to, but the good news is that in this endless wilderness, the enemies they have to face are only as many as they can see.

A brutal fight was about to begin amid shouts of fear. This time the Ratmen Crusades won, but their remnants were almost wiped out. Only two or three big cats and small cats were left, and only fifty or sixty Ratmen Crusade warriors were still able to get up from the battlefield.

Now, there is also a good news and a bad news in front of these guys. The good news is that they won the war, and the bad news is that although they won the war, all they got was this piece of ruins and a black wilderness.

The steam vehicle was damaged, the mushroom cultivation room was burned out by a fire, the water barrel was broken, the precious water flowed all over the ground, and the engineers were also dead. In the final stage of the battle, the crazy guy drove a transport vehicle loaded with an overclocked magic engine and slammed into their convoy. The horrific explosion almost destroyed all the vehicles.

After these things were destroyed, the town turned into a Jedi, and the winners were left in this Jedi.

The commander with a broken arm looked at the devastated situation and the surviving ratmen warriors in front of him. In silence, he gave the order to rest.

They were indeed tired. The forced march and two consecutive wars had made these survivors exhausted. Even the sacrifices to the gods had been postponed.

Now, everyone is feeling a little uneasy. It is obvious that they can no longer leave this ruin. What should they do? They can accept dying on the battlefield, but they are unwilling to become thinner and weaker day by day in this black wilderness.

That night, when the sun set, the one-armed ratman commander called over the only technician among the surviving soldiers. He was a young ratman boy. It was said that before joining the Crusade, he lived in a mining town and was born into a ratman family that specialized in repairing mining machines.

The ratman commander still held on to the last glimmer of hope. He dragged the ratman boy among the overturned and burning vehicles until the sun rose again and the sky was tinged with light.

It's a pity that the crazy ratman engineer had obviously calculated the explosion range and power of his magic engine, and completely destroyed these sturdy steam vehicles.

In silence, the rat boy shook his head at the one-armed commander, and the two began a conversation in the dead of night.

"Is it true that none of them can be repaired?"

"No, Boss! If the machinery in this town wasn't destroyed, I might be able to barely fix a few of these cars!"

Just like that, the two fell into a long silence.

The rat boy jumped down from an overturned steam car and cast a distressed look at the black wilderness in front of him.

"Boss, maybe we should prepare early. Before the resources here are completely consumed, we should go in the direction we came from. Maybe we can find the train tracks in the wilderness!"

He said this until a sharp spear tip pierced his chest. The rat boy fell silent. He turned his head in disbelief, only to see the one-armed commander with a cold face.

After the short spear was pulled out, the rat boy completely lost all his strength and fell to his knees in the ruins of the vehicle.

The one-armed commander did not make any response to this. In silence, he thrust the blood-stained spear back into his back, stretched out his only remaining arm and grabbed the fallen rat boy.

"Dedicate everything to God, and the divine light will purify you and me!"

When the sun reached the center of the sky, there were no other living ratmen in the ruins except the one-armed commander. The ratmen's corpses were carefully and seriously piled up in an open space in the center of the town, forming a neat altar of flesh and blood. In front of the altar, the one-armed ratman knelt on the ground. This was his purification ceremony and also his sacrifice to the gods.

It's a pity that he didn't get any response. As the days passed, this guy didn't move a step and became weaker and weaker. Before his death, he weakly raised his head, with a very peaceful smile, looking at his companions who were piled up in the altar of flesh and blood in front of him, and whispered in a low voice.

"The divine light purifies me and purifies you too!"

This civil war was not only a purge of the temple priests, but also a purge of the fanatical guys by the temple priests. The conflicting interests and considerations were extremely dirty.

(End of this chapter)