From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 425, God, I am innocent.

What is faith? Faith is a sustenance, a pillar, and it can bring nothing. Even if many things in this world are constantly telling you that it will bring you nothing, you are still pious. Why?
Maybe it's because I grew up in a narrow alley with mottled rust, drank the smelly and turbid sewage, and might die every day. I did everything to fill my stomach, lived in confusion, and died casually. But I can still glimpse, glimpse a different corner of this world, high in the sky, where the dark red rust is no longer climbing wantonly, and all kinds of colors are shining. The incredible world casts a ray of light on me, which makes me feel painful.

Even the garbage that is dumped here is more delicious than the food I eat every day, and I need to fight for it at all costs. I would rather not see such light, I would rather not see it.

Life is so difficult and hard to describe. There are too many things that are indescribable. I didn’t feel this way before. Once, I seemed to have met a messenger of God. Every day, on the border between the outer city and the upper city, a rat girl would pity him and give him things that he had never dared to believe before. He remembered, he remembered what she looked like. It was spotless, pure white, and even the gaps between her claws were not stained with mud. He and I seemed to be in two different worlds, but she was kind enough to reach out to this lowly guy like him.

He couldn't forgive himself, he didn't know what he had done, even today he often regretted it, he tore her apart.

As I gave alms day after day, I became more and more panicked, more and more terrified, and more and more inferior. Look at me, look at me, I am just a rat in the garbage dump, a poor guy, a lowly guy, I am a lowly guy!

That day, I received a brand new set of clothes. That day, in panic, I killed the angel who once coveted me. I was stained with an indelible sin. I fled in panic, hiding in the tunnel, curled up there, trembling with fear and despair.

"What have I done, oh my god, what have I done!"

Despair and fear, day after day passed, until I was almost dead, I finally crawled out of the dirty sewer. No one was looking for me anymore, but I was dying too, until I knelt before the temple in the lower city, until I listened to the old priest talk about the greatness of God.

On that day, a desperate and lost rat boy in the Lower City had his own support.

He knelt tremblingly before the vague statue and made a sincere request.

"I am a lowly fellow, a hopeless fellow, a sinful fellow. Great God, please forgive me! Great God! Please forgive me! Great God! Great God!"

After that day, one of the ratmen cities in Dark Iron City had one more believer with unparalleled piety.

Perhaps it was beyond Du Yuan's expectation that even though the gods no longer bestowed blessings, even though the sacred light gradually dimmed and faded, the rat people had never given up their faith. No matter in the past, present, or future, the rat people had always needed a god, and the ones who could not live without the gods were the rat people.

In the ruins deep in the dark wilderness, in front of the altar made of flesh, bones and blood, the kneeling one-armed rat man finally raised his arm, with an exceptionally peaceful expression, and knelt heavily in front of the altar of flesh and blood built by himself, muttering in a low voice.

"I am innocent."

He died without a sound. Was he really kneeling to Du Yuan? Perhaps not. In the howling wind, black sand was carried to the foot of this huge dark mountain, to this ruin, and piled up to bury everything. Everything returned to peace.

Those who are in power among the rat people, those who are corrupt and betrayed, they don’t understand. They want to get rid of the god who no longer looks at them, but they don’t understand that it is no longer the great god who needs them, but they who need the great god.

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The madness of these guys in the outer city was not realistic. They were quickly suppressed, and the mad surge disappeared in the dense steam bullets and magic beams.

In this chaotic prelude, everything finally came to an end. The bigwigs in the inner city seemed to have won the final victory and were about to start eating meat. In their joy, until, until a larger and more exhausted ratman crusade came to the city again.

These guys used the same trick as before. They wanted to rely on the Planetary Guards and the half-remaining city as bargaining chips to negotiate with these guys and gain exemption from this war.

This should have been a very smooth process, because they had communicated with the top leaders of the Jihad Army a long time ago, before this war, and even now, the contact has not been interrupted, but the result was unexpected.

The larger and more elite jihadist army that arrived ignored the wagging tails of these guys, and the commander with bloodstains on his body gave the order to attack without hesitation.

Everything was in chaos. These ratmen bigwigs in the inner city were finally a little scared. In panic, they commanded their planetary guards to start defending. Unfortunately, not all of the planetary guards they had were on their side. After a planetary guard in one defensive direction turned against them, there would be no more deviation in the result.

Amidst the shouts of despair and terror, a massacre began.

The situation on the Black Iron Star began to change. With the abuses of the Crusades and the purge of the Rat Empire's First Expeditionary Fleet, the Rat Engineers Association ended its wavering. More and more rats who wanted to protect their property voted with their butts. During this series of events, the situation changed drastically.

In short, even though Qi was still hanging high in the sky with his fleet and had not officially intervened in the chaos on the Black Iron Star, the situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable for them, the Crusade Army.

The situation has become critical, so critical that they have even begun to take action against these wavering factions regardless of more things. Rather than tolerating the wavering of these guys, they now need more resources, resources that can be obtained immediately, to wage this war.

(End of this chapter)