From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 453, Bright Future
The Yellow Sand Star was completely unified, and a grand celebration was held on the Yellow Sand Star, spontaneously held by the sand rats who had joined the Rat People.

In that prophecy, at the end of the war, everyone will stand on the brighter side, not just the wastelanders, but also the smart people in the fallen city-states.

That prophecy gave everyone a way out.

The chaos is over, the wasteland era is over, and a new tomorrow is about to begin. The media among the gerbils and the announcers at the radio towers in the surrendered and fallen city-states are happily announcing the news with joy on their faces that seems to come from the bottom of their hearts.

To be honest, the integration of these smart guys has brought great changes to the situation. For example, now, when the rat people have no support and are not prepared to support, the managers of these surrendered city-states, those who once controlled this yellow sand world, have gathered together.

Huangsha City, no one cares about the previous name and history of this city. Everyone just knows that this city will rise after today. Of course, such a rise is not without any call. After all, the location occupied by this city has long been the capital of the Sand Rat Empire.

This used to be the most prosperous place on the planet, until the nuclear war came, when it was destroyed most thoroughly. It once fell from a super city into a real desert until the subsequent appearance of the ratmen.

They decided to build a city in this desert, creating a city out of thin air.

Large-scale water conservancy projects have already begun. This planet is not short of water, but the water is buried by the yellow sand. The rat engineers have always been good at large-scale projects.

Preparations for the establishment of Huangsha City began three years ago. This year marks the tenth year since the rat people came to the Huangsha planet. To be honest, being able to conquer a planet in ten years is already a remarkable achievement, although Qi himself does not seem to be satisfied with this situation.

One large oasis after another was destroyed, and the water resources stored in them were diverted and poured into the yellow sand. Five large oases were destroyed in succession, until light green grass began to grow in this barren desert.

Large-scale drilling equipment is ready. Such a large equipment can go deep into the yellow sand and continuously dig the yellow sand 500 meters underground. The water that once existed on this planet is now preserved in this layer, in the moist gravel.

How to make use of this water is a very troublesome problem. The ratmen engineers have come up with the most convenient solution. Every day, a large number of ratmen transport vehicles travel back and forth in this area, continuously spreading the moist sand and gravel to the land.

Every day, the spread sand would bury the green grass sprouting in this area, but the next day, these tiny grass leaves would often pop up again.

The green grass that would have died in the scorching sun like a flash in the pan is struggling to survive under the actions of the rats. The world is changing because of this. Perhaps in the near future, this most dead desert will completely turn into an oasis and become a grassland again.

And the Yellow Sand City is the starting point of all these changes.

What's rare is that the rats don't destroy everything. After all, the desert environment is also a problem for them.

A huge steel tower stands in the center of the city, making a continuous rumbling sound. This is the excavation megastructure built by the rats. However, the protagonist today is not this spectacular megastructure, but another group of guys.

Outside the city, a bright and beautiful manor was built on the newly grown grass. Today, on the day when the rats declared complete victory, a large number of respectable gerbils gathered here.

Soothing music from the Golden Age echoed in the manor. A large amount of equipment, decorations, food, drinks, and even social etiquette were all in the style of the Golden Age of the Gerbils.

They talked to each other and clinked glasses.

This is a group of contractors, a group of contractors with power.

As they clinked their glasses, the first words they said to each other were a joking "Long live the great rat men!" and after saying this, smiles appeared on their faces.

As a group of losers, they do not seem to think that they have failed. They still think that they are the masters of this planet, although the actual situation is indeed so.

The colonization and conquest war launched by the rat people against the gerbil people was understood by them as a way to climb up the ladder with the help of the rat people, although such a way of life was inevitably a bit self-deceptive.

But in fact, the real situation is very likely to be similar to what they expected.

The number of rat people is too small, and they simply cannot occupy all the rights in the management of this planet. If the rat people want to stably control this planet, this is the most efficient and cheapest way to do it with the former gerbil nobles who are willing to cooperate with them.

The rats gathered resources, occupied claims, and nominally ruled the planet, while the former dignitaries of the surrendered gerbils actually controlled the planet.

As they talked and toasted, greedy faces began to show. They certainly did not gather here for the real celebration, at least not just for celebration.

They gathered here to jointly elect a leader, who would then have conversations with the rats.

Being the one who makes the decision is not necessarily beneficial, there are risks involved, but how should I put it, while there are risks, there are also greater opportunities.

Of course, they have their own confidence in doing these things. A large part of the Sand Rat Army has been corrupted by them and is willing to obey their orders. At the same time, they have also kept a considerable number of various things in many secret places in this yellow sand world. This is not surprising, after all, they can be said to have inherited the most things from that golden age.

Can they make any waves? They can’t. But if they do make a fuss, it will be disgusting. With the number of rats, at least in the short term, and with the number of rats in the First Rat Expeditionary Fleet, they cannot completely control the Yellow Sand Star.

So no matter what, we always have to face this situation. Generally speaking, it is not difficult to make some concessions.

The purpose these guys openly gave for this banquet was to elect a united leader, but their hidden purpose was more direct: to elect a president, a president for the post-wasteland era.

This position is dangerous, but more guys are tempted by the benefits contained in it. These respectable guys are arguing with each other at this moment.

Those inappropriate remarks were heard by the gerbil warriors guarding here. It can be seen that these guys have been preparing for such a plan for a long time. At this time, those guarding this manor are basically the gerbil army that conquered this planet, and among them there are even some tall and honorary gerbils who have been awarded medals.

At this time, Shazao was stationed outside the manor with a team of gerbil warriors. Listening to those extremely excessive words in the manor, he had a very unhappy expression, but in the end he just pretended that he didn't hear anything.

The rats would accept these meritorious gerbils as their own. Of course, after they had undergone transformation surgery, a few operations, and taken some drugs, they could surpass the limits of ordinary gerbils, become taller, and stronger, but they would also be completely separated from ordinary gerbils. Shazao was a die-hard fan of the rats, surviving in one war after another until he received the medal and the hard-won opportunity. After receiving the medal, he had the honor of staying in the rat fleet for a month.

However, the taste was not as wonderful as he had imagined.

The rats used this small operation to separate these most elite gerbils from the ordinary gerbils, but they themselves were equally unfriendly in their attitude towards these guys.

This chilled the hearts of many guys, but so what? Those who have experienced this often can never go back.

Even if they get together with those ordinary gerbils, will those guys really accept them?
Has Shazao ever thought about this question?
He was willing to come here and guard the venue because a former big shot in the manor was not only willing to accept him, but also married his daughter to him.

He now has a more complicated name, Asmodeus, Lion.

Asmodeus is said to be the surname of the emperor of a certain gerbil nation before the Golden Age.

This name seemed particularly glorious, but what bothered him more was the fear and vigilance that flashed in his father-in-law's eyes when he faced him.

He didn't know which side he should lean towards, so he just sat there.

Thinking of this, Shazao picked a fresh leaf from the grass beneath him and put it in his mouth. It had a slight sweetness.

These created aliens look powerful, but are actually the weakest. They are not accepted by both sides and can only exist as tools.

In the manor, the argument reached its final moment. Several gerbil men who had overwhelmed most of the guys, these respectable guys, walked leisurely up to the high platform in the center of the manor.

On this high platform.

They talked about what they would do, sought more support, and made one promise after another. This process of centralizing power was extremely peaceful and civilized.

Finally, the last person remained on the platform, with an indescribable excitement on his face. If nothing unexpected happened, he would be the new leader of the gerbils, the first gerbil president born since the wasteland era five hundred years later, and the final winner in this competition.

He gave the speech excitedly, to the applause of everyone.

"I, Asmodeus, Neos, I! I! I will lead us to a brighter future!"

Of course, if everything goes as expected, this will be the highlight of his life, and he enjoys this moment until the many respectable guys on the court quiet down.

There was no enthusiastic applause, no focused gazes, the moment of great attention was interrupted, and everyone was looking at the sky with their mouths open at this moment.

What happened? The first president born in the post-wasteland era of the gerbils couldn't help but look up, wanting to see what those guys were looking at so fascinatedly.

Of course, he is also a little bit annoyed now, which is normal. After all, the abrupt end of this highlight moment is really unpleasant. At this time, his ability to maintain his expression is already a manifestation of his sophistication.

Of course, when he really saw clearly what was happening in the sky, his expression became the same as that of the other guys in the manor.

Above the sky, a hazy and flickering crack was torn open, revealing a blurry and chaotic world.

A huge warship took the lead and broke out of the torn crack. All this happened outside the Yellow Sand Star, very close to the Yellow Sand Star. It was so close that this huge warship had to increase the horsepower of its engine to cope with the gravity of the Yellow Sand Star after it poked its head out of the crack.

A huge battleship arrived. No, not just a huge battleship. Behind this battleship, a large number of warships emerged one after another. This was another complete fleet.

The Ratman Empire located the position of the Yellow Sand Star in the subspace and took the lead in opening the subspace passage leading to here.

The flag retrieval allowed the officers to stop charging the Destroyer.

It seemed that he was very lucky. He completed the conquest of this planet just the day before the arrival of the Ratman fleet. Of course, there are many problems facing this planet at present, but no matter what, this planet was conquered by him and the Ratman First Expeditionary Fleet.

There is a huge difference between doing something alone and doing it with assistance.

His luck was good.

And now, after the subspace channel between the Ratman Empire and the Yellow Sand Star was officially opened, the ridiculous ideas of those ridiculous guys naturally became empty.

Thinking of something, Qi smiled at the fleet's command platform.

It seems like he is sneering at some guys.

Those stupid and pathetic guys, unable to defeat their opponents in the war, instead rely on some other ideas. Can't they understand one truth?

Could it be that the things that they could not get on the battlefield would return to them at this moment when they had offered everything, kneeled on the ground and wagged their tails humbly?
What a bunch of stupid and pathetic idiots!

(End of this chapter)