From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 465: The Second World and the Gods in the Clouds
The expansion of the Ratman Empire has been accelerated. Countless flesh and blood factories, cooperating with assembly plants at all levels, are rapidly occupying various planets within the Ratman Empire.

Crazy mining, these guys are gnawing at planets like mechanical locusts.

According to statistics from the Royal Rat Engineers Association, every day, approximately one trillion biochemical machines of various types are produced throughout the Rat Empire. These things are deployed simultaneously across the vast territory. At the same time, this is not the limit of productivity, and the number is increasing every day.

The invasion of the subspace has been contained. In the longevity plan, most of the ratmen have obtained eternally healthy bodies and lifespans that have increased several times compared to before. At the same time, the upper limit of the ratmen's lifespan is constantly increasing.

Five hundred years, seven hundred years, one thousand years, with a large enough experimental sample, these rat-man engineers seemed to have really become gods. They adjusted the rat-man species at the genetic level wantonly and without scruples.

It becomes stronger, able to adapt to most atmospheric environments, its repair ability doubles, and it can breathe sulfide gases directly. These series of changes are happening extremely quickly.

Even larger than usual, the experimental samples allowed the rat people to come into contact with the truly forbidden aspect, the soul. They had no idea how to adjust their own souls, but they had already begun to come into contact with some strange things, thoughts, desires, and those wandering spirits of the subspace. They used this discovery to prolong their lives.

One has to admit that these ratmen engineers are indeed smart enough, although they are really very crazy.

They began to actively cultivate the gods that were controlled by them. This started when they discovered that all kinds of desires and thoughts were related to the evil gods of the subspace.

The principle is probably this.

Control your own thoughts, feed specific thoughts to a specific subspace spirit, push it to the throne of god, and turn it into a wish-making machine that will grant any wish.

This is difficult for ordinary intelligent races to do, but it is not a difficult task for these rat engineers who are good at biochemical technology.

All you need to do is to produce that special rat man brain in large quantities and instill one idea into it, which is to keep repeating sadness, despair, joy, no matter what the emotion is.

"Respond, respond, make a request, respond!"

Repeat this thought and continuously supply the desire generated to a specific guy.

The case has been solved. These biochemical brains are actually ratmen, but they have been castrated in most aspects and can only mechanically repeat technical template tasks.

What these ratmen engineers are going to do to the selected Warp Spirits now is the same thing they did to these biochemical brains. Through such repetitive thoughts and desires, they are going to induce these confused Warp Spirits to actively transform into a tool-like state, and then turn this tool into a true god.

Did they succeed? They did. The ratmen engineers called such things Cloud Gods.

These cloud gods possess all the power of gods, and their success actually relies on the vagueness and uncertainty of the spirits of the subspace themselves.

The rat people did not fully understand what the soul was, but they were the first to start artificially creating gods, so they were worthy of being called such.

This kind of situation is that the reason is not understood, but the result is achieved. As long as these cloud gods bestow divine power, the revival of the soul does not seem to be a difficult thing.

However, this is actually more of a benefit for a small number of people. After all, the proportion of desires and thoughts converted into divine power is not particularly high.

What followed were some changes that made the names of these cloud gods completely established.

Virtual reality is all the rage. In order to prevent the subspace from polluting the cloud gods, these gods created by the ratmen were stuffed into the virtual reality network, a virtual world created by the ratmen.

At the same time, a new currency was born, a virtual reality currency called Desire Coin. This currency is a quantified representation of all the emotional ups and downs produced by the rat people in this virtual reality network.

It seems difficult to understand, but a simpler explanation is that these coins of desire are the embodiment of the soul traces left by the souls of the ratmen in this virtual world.

The ups and downs and fluctuations of emotions all come from the agitation of the soul, and the agitation of the soul will become the food of those gods in the clouds. After they eat these agitations, the remaining currencies are materialized and become these coins of desire.

While the above situations are taking place, those cloud gods also exist as servers of the second world of virtual reality.

This is a very genius and crazy architecture, very characteristic of the Rat People.

These coins of desire replaced the status of all equivalents in the Ratman Empire and became the ultimate level of currency. There was no other reason, simply because these coins of desire could be exchanged for the control of those cloud gods, in exchange for their gifts and power.

This alone is enough to overwhelm everything.

The birth of such a structure and the emergence of gods in the cloud even overwhelmed the promotion of the longevity plan and the popularization of biochemical machinery.

The rat people seemed to be heading down the same path as the gerbil people, becoming addicted to the second world of virtual reality and unable to extricate themselves. However, unlike those unfortunate gerbil people, these guys' second world truly possessed unparalleled power and contained gods.

At its peak, every ratman planet had its own second world, and in the second world of each planet there existed a unique cloud god.

With the passage of time and the advancement of technology, the power of these cloud gods has been continuously raised, and the second worlds of the rat-man planets have the conditions to be connected to each other.

A chaotic carnival began.

By the way, there is something very interesting in this reality, that is, the rise of world architects and the rise of ratman cultural giants.

Strange game worlds, special scenes for venting various desires, unimaginable entertainment venues, these things are rapidly springing up in the second world of the rat people, and they are all free, freely available to every rat person to read and play.

This kind of architecture originated from the rules left behind by the rat engineers after they established the trinity architecture of cloud gods, virtual world, and desire coins.

If you can make other ratmen in the second world extremely emotional, then you will be able to obtain a large portion of the desire coins born from that emotional excitement. All of this is born based on this rule.

After all, the number of desire coins a person can produce in his lifetime is limited.

To put it bluntly, this set of rules and the development of virtual reality, the logic behind the operation of all these things are based on the feedback after a resource that the rat people have never been able to utilize on a large scale is now being used efficiently.

That is the soul. In the past, the rat people exploited the flesh to the limit, and at the same time, exploited the soul trapped in the flesh. Now, the rat people exploit the soul to the limit and ignore the flesh.

The birth of desire coins is accompanied by the wear and tear of the soul. The more soul coins a rat man produces, the more wear and tear his soul will suffer. This is not a good thing.

If you are unable to ask the gods in the clouds to bless you and repair your tired soul, then after such wear and tear, what will greet you is a faster period of soul silence.

It seemed that a happy utopia was born, but in fact, it was just that the ratmen engineers incorporated every ratman into a more decent soul factory.

In this soul factory, there is not even such a situation as unemployment. From the moment a rat man is born, he will have a body that will not get sick or age, and extremely abundant material conditions. Before he reaches adulthood, he will undergo a period of education. If he passes, he will advance to the next stage and become a true elite in the Rat Man Empire who has the right to stay away from the second world. If he fails, then boundless happiness will begin.

Endless games, all kinds of weird and fantastic worlds, worlds with targeted desires, and super cultural companies that rack their brains and do everything they can to please them and make them capture more emotional excitement and desire coins.

Until their souls become old and dull, and can no longer produce coins of desire, and they peacefully move towards extinction.

But is this a bad thing? Not necessarily. At least compared to the past, this situation can be regarded as the most peaceful and prosperous period that the rat people are experiencing. It can even be called a utopia.

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All the rat people born during this period will be told the following words.

Don't suppress, don't restrain, indulge yourself, have fun, and have endless joy!

Extreme prosperity, unparalleled prosperity, even power began to rise continuously.

Relying on the power of those cloud gods, the rat people once suppressed all other warp gods in the controlled area, and suppressed those chaotic warp spirits. These cloud gods had become extremely powerful in a very short period of time over hundreds of years. They broke into this misty and chaotic warp like patrol police, waving their sticks and whipping the evil warp gods who were eyeing them with ill intentions.

For a while, they were beaten so hard that they were howling like ghosts and wolves. It was so clear and upright. It is hard to say about other things, but the ratmen were definitely the first race to strengthen the evil gods of the subspace.

Everything was going well, and the rat people seemed to have no rivals in the entire physical universe.

After all, there are one hundred and thirty-six miles, one hundred and thirty-six planets, and one hundred and thirty-six gods. Who wouldn't be confused?

But it cannot be said that there are no hidden dangers at all. The Eldar fleet lost in the chaotic tides of space and time finally escaped from the center of the chaotic physical universe.

But how to put it, time doesn't seem to be on their side. To be more precise, they came a little too late, really too late.

In a galaxy on the edge of the Ratman Empire, in an ordinary void, there was a sudden violent fluctuation, and along with a huge crack being torn open, a huge interstellar fleet appeared in the empty void.

The commander of this Overlord fleet is an old female Eldar, who is also a powerful Warp navigator.

For a long-lived race like the Eldar, aging is an uncommon phenomenon, as most of them are able to maintain their youthful appearance until the moment of their death.

This old female Eldar is a Matron, which is also an unusual title, indicating that she leads an Eldar clan and probably once owned an Ark Mothership.

Only the Eldar who have a mothership that can be used for various migrations in the starry sky can be recognized as a clan.

The current configuration of this fleet is obviously too shabby for a mistress, but it is not surprising. After all, the number of motherships lost in the war that lasted for who knows how many years is quite large.

There were also a large number of clans that disappeared or were even expelled in the war.

In the last stage of the war, the Ark Mothership of this mistress was destroyed. Fortunately, she still retained a complete large fleet and still had hope of owning the Ark Mothership again. However, this hope was becoming smaller and smaller as time went by.

As a last resort, she snatched the conquest mission and left the battlefield without hesitation, preparing to go to the edge of the universe to find the small galaxy with a large concentration of ether crystals, whether real or fake.

To be honest, it is really difficult to determine whether this galaxy is real or fake. After all, the person who provided this information was a small reconnaissance captain who disappeared in the war five hundred years ago and was caught in a subspace storm. Even only the captain of the reconnaissance ship came back alive.

It is really a difficult question to ponder how credible the words and intelligence given by those caught in the subspace storm are.

Anything is possible in the subspace, and she has seen things more bizarre than this in her long life.

Let's just assume it exists this time.

"A small galaxy located at the edge of the universe where ether crystals are abundant!"

Aether crystals were too precious to the elves. At the same time, she also wanted to take the remaining forces of the clan away from the increasingly cruel and chaotic battlefield for a while, so she didn't care about that much.

She didn't know why, but she felt inexplicably uneasy after successfully completing the subspace jump.

As a strong navigator, she would never let go of her feelings for no reason, but where did this uneasiness come from?

What I have arrived at is just the barren and desolate edge of the Milky Way?
(End of this chapter)