From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 450: The Rat People’s Hymn is a Hymn of Courage!
These gerbil boys worship the ratmen and are furious with other gerbils who dare to steal in the market. In their rage, they hang these guys one by one.

Well, although sometimes these battleship ratmen feel that this is unnecessary.

But how to say it, they feel it is very meaningful and necessary. Just three months ago, these guys were not much different from other wastelanders struggling in this sea of ​​​​sand. In just three short months, everything has changed.

That's a very rapid transformation.

By the way, these mushroom wines are just one of the specialties of this market. There is another one. Although that other specialty is not so easy to show off, it is happening every moment.

There is no reproductive isolation between rat people and gerbils. Strictly speaking, gerbils are a subspecies of rat people. Gerbils even have an exotic charm that is difficult to describe for rat people.

Reproduction and mixing of bloodlines are happening all the time in the corners of the market.

Even some gerbil girls were taken away from the market.

Further behind this bazaar, on the ruins of the City of Progress, a new rat city is rising from the ground. It is the largest gathering place of rats on the planet, and it is also the place of residence promised to those rats who want to touch the earth.

It hasn't been too long since the last brutal massacre, but traces of the gerbil people have appeared here again.

How to say it? To some extent, people born in the Year of the Rat show a loyal attitude towards marriage, and most of them will only look for one partner or one heir in their lifetime.

So to some extent, they will accept a gerbil partner, and they will be loyal to the marriage as long as there are children. This can even make these naturally cruel guys willing to accept the natives who they regard as pets as their partners.

How can this not be considered pure love?

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Meteorite base.

One after another children disappeared during this period of time. Of course, there were explanations for this situation. Most people said that they were assigned to other places to fight for the great Rat Emperor, or that the unstable power in them was completely stabilized and they were taken away by their parents.

During this time, Victor began to require these rat children to take a bitter pill.

In fact, he doesn't have much time left. He suffered a crushing defeat in the last association meeting of the Royal Rat Engineers Association. His resource supply has been cancelled, and this laboratory is going to be closed. The subject and route he is researching will be abandoned and sealed. He cannot accept such an outcome.

He didn't have many choices left, so he had to start killing the goose that lays the golden eggs.

That bitter pill is a mind-suppressing drug that comes from a special kind of mushroom. Long-term use can make people calmer, or in other words, it can only make people calmer.

This is a pill that Victor has been taking. The reason why he suffered such a disastrous defeat in the last Engineers Association meeting was because his long-term use of this inhibitory drug was explicitly mentioned.

Those damn guys, they questioned in the meeting whether he could control his emotions and whether he was still suitable for research. That day, the furious Victor slammed the table almost like a madman.

Another experiment failed. A small ratman had his chest cut open on the test bench, and a strange and blurry heart was replaced with Victor's and the ratman's own heart.

While Victor was doing all this, the expression on the little rat man's face didn't change at all.

Taking those suppressant drugs for a long time will lead to only two results. One is that all emotions will be worn away, and no matter what you go through or what you encounter, you will not respond. You are alive, but like you are dead.

Just like the appearance of this little rat man.

He let Victor manipulate him without any reaction.

Failed, failed, Victor still failed. He felt that he might have missed the point, and threw the scalpel in his hand away in anger.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

A mutation occurred. The flesh and blood of the little rat man who had no expression on his face began to swell. No, no, it was not the flesh and blood that was expanding, but his soul. His soul was sick.

The distortion began to multiply disorderly, and during the expansion, a passage to the subspace was opened. This laboratory, everything in this experiment, began to distort. A monster was born in a trance, and it was crawling out of the body of the little ratman whose chest was broken. It was a monster with a hideous face and incomparable anger. But if you look more carefully, more carefully, you will suddenly find that, no, there is nothing, as if nothing had happened.

Monsters, distortions, subspace, nothing appeared. There was only the cold operating table and the little ratman on the table with his eyes open and his heart beating slowly, but he was in pain but could not make any expression or muster any emotion to deal with the pain.

Victor's expression was extremely ferocious at this moment, but his movements were extremely fast. He walked towards the door of the laboratory, step by step.

Damn it, the changes happening in this lab couldn't catch up with him at all.

Before he was swallowed up by everything that burst out in the blur, he narrowly left the laboratory and closed the door. Behind the door of the laboratory, there was still a guy who did not run out, that was Victor's assistant.

Fortunately, he was caught.

He banged on the door frantically, wanting to go out, but the great rat engineer with red eyes, the great Victor, was groping for something in the pocket of his white coat with trembling hands.

Found it, it was a silver box.

With his hands shaking violently, he tore open the box in his hand, and a white pill rolled to the ground.

This is an extremely great invention, sedative drugs.

Perhaps you may not believe it, but it was originally invented and manufactured to keep rat people away from madness.

If there is one race in the physical universe that has suffered the most from the invasion of the Warp, it must be the Skaven.

Almost within a few years after the world began to change, they attracted all kinds of greedy guys into the subspace.

Madness almost follows the rat people everywhere. These spirits of the warp are constantly devouring the rat people's crazy emotions. They also always want to get closer to the rat people. They want to become the rat people's gods.

How should I put it? The ratmen seem to be accustomed to their own madness, and at the same time they are extremely dismissive of these warp spirits that emerge from the warp and call themselves gods.

More than one Warp Spirit who had already begun to condense a little divinity found Qi and promised Qi many benefits, and in fact they were able to do it.

What Qi wants most at the moment is the technology to be able to freely travel through the warp in this physical universe. Can the spirits of the warp give it to him? In fact, they can.

As long as Qi can help them devour the rat people's chaotic desires and make them a true god in the warp, they will be able to protect the rat people's fleets and allow them to sail freely in the warp.

This is indeed a tempting proposal for Qi, but how to say it, what is Qi's attitude towards these subspace spirits?

laugh.

The old guy sneered almost madly and disdainfully at these guys who were already considered demigods.

"Just because of you? Just because of you, you are worthy of being called God? You also want to become God!"

At that moment, the expression on this guy's face became extremely bad, as if he had heard or witnessed something extremely ridiculous.

Of course, this angered the spirits of the subspace. These guys did have power, and the path of desire that Du Yuan spread was too suitable for them, the natives of the subspace. After all, when the real gods still stood in the center of the physical universe, the physical universe would always spontaneously reject those hazy and illusory forces and push these things into another world, into the subspace.

Among them, the many thoughts, greed, and desires that Du Yuan defined as having power are also within this category.

The angry spirits of the Warp wanted to kill Qi, but that day, everything was calm, as if nothing had happened. Oh, no, it’s not that nothing had happened, as a bell echoed on the Fortress Star.

The big bell that witnessed the establishment of the Ratman Empire, which had not rung for two hundred years, rang on that day.

And Qi's wanton laughter continued for a long time after the bell rang.

After that day, the unwilling spirits of the Warp would often wander around the Ratman Empire, and more and more Ratmen would go crazy after seeing these guys in a daze.

This white pill was born out of such a situation.

Eat a piece, numb your mind, stay away from the warp, embrace the truth, praise the great Skaven Emperor, forget all the pain, it's great!

In the Warp Advent incidents handled by the Inquisition, many ratmen were fed with this kind of pills and became dementia.

But anyway, the Inquisition is not ashamed of its achievements.

The Ratman's hymn is a hymn of courage. Even if I force the courage upon you, how can it not be a hymn to those unfortunate fellows who will probably spend the rest of their lives opening and closing their mouths unconsciously?

The hymn of the rat-men is a hymn of courage!

Of course, this white pill will not work for everything. For some special guys, the destructive effect of this pill is not great. Instead, it will become a real life-saving straw that can pull them back from a crazy situation.

For example, this is the case with Victor.

White pills were continuously poured into his mouth. This amount was already extremely dangerous. You know, an ordinary rat man could not eat more than three white pills in his lifetime.

Often after this, you will become dull and will no longer attract the attention of the spirits of the subspace.

But now, Victor stuffed an incalculable amount of food into his mouth at once, so much that he even showed an extremely painful expression when swallowing.

The medicine took effect, Victor slowly calmed down, the bloodshot in his eyes slowly faded away, he was no longer so excited and ferocious.

After finishing all this, the extremely exhausted Victor leaned against the laboratory door behind him, wanting to take a short rest.

Behind him, everything in the laboratory could be seen through the observation glass on the door. His assistant was no longer struggling and had lost all sound, but one could still get a glimpse of how intense his struggle had been by observing the traces left behind. The bloodstains on the glass were horrifying.

Victor felt that his guess might be wrong.

Perhaps if you want to succeed, if you want to realize that wonderful idea, then it is useless to suppress all emotions. Even if your soul is numb, it will still throb.

It needs to be accepted willingly. No, no, nothing will be willing to accept these willingly.

There are too many, too many things buried in those spirits of the Warp.

Fear, despair, pain, numbness, greed, joy, it all, they have it all.

Just like lunatics, these spirits of the warp, they are all lunatics!

No, that's not right. You have to accept them. If you want to be them, if you want to be these guys, you have to accept them. You have to accept them!

It’s not these Warp spirits that are crazy, it’s the Warp that is crazy, it’s the Warp that is crazy!

Victor figured it out. He thought he figured it out. Suddenly, he started laughing crazily. Of course, he also realized the problem and frantically began to search his body for pills.

"Hahahahahaha! It's the Subspace that's gone crazy!"

The bad news was that he had no pills left, and he ran wildly in the corridor of the research base in panic, laughing.

Soon, in the lounge, Victor, exhausted, muttered to himself.

Once upon a time, he felt that he would be able to accomplish his vision.

Now, he wasn't so sure.

But fortunately, he did not fail completely, he still had a chance, he still had one more chance.

Muttering to himself.

"You won't let me down, little wind chime!"

(End of this chapter)