From Skaven to God-King of War

The war came to its most tense moment, and a grand sacrifice began to pray for the blessings of the gods. However, this grand sacrifice was not started by the rat people.

The tallest and most majestic bear orcs put on thick rock armor during this ceremony. Pale mist emerged from the towering black round nose, and strange and sharp rocks climbed up the body.

The king of the wolf orcs once again gathered the huge wolf knights, and the gurgling cyan light flowed around all the wolf knights like water.

Jackals, Jackals drove away the huge army of servants.

There are also centaurs. The centaurs are the most desperate. All the centaur priests gathered together. During the grand sacrifice, the storm began to gather.

Various races, various armies, war machines, wild altars, strange rituals, and colorful lights rising into the sky.

It is true that the grassland races are not good at machinery and casting, but among so many races, there is still a strange group.

A group of short sheep orcs seem to be very good at machinery and casting.

The war equipment created is exquisite, runs smoothly, and is even slightly higher than the level of the rat people.

It's just that sometimes, the more advanced the weapon, the better.

The huge series of war instruments of the Skaven have a far longer range and greater power than what this dwarf sheep orc has.

Young ratmen wearing shaky metal armor were driven into the battlefield by the first batch, waving the spears in their hands excitedly until they collided head-on with the bear-orcs who were like mobile fortresses.

Like an ant being easily crushed to death.

The Skaven reinforcements accumulated in the rear fortress took the lead in surging.

The war equipment of both sides started shooting first, and the swollen rat-men screaming in despair were splashed onto the battlefield one after another.

One after another, ferocious scarlet areas exploded on the battlefield.

Calibrating, still calibrating.

The excited Great Claw Priests locked their targets on the enemy's troops operating war equipment, and calibrated the missiles again and again.

The vast magical aura began to flicker on the battlefield.

The magic thrown by the rat priest once blocked the sky.

Neither side wants to drag it out any longer. Both sides are putting everything on the line, and the most brutal stage of the war has begun.

Flags appeared at the forefront of the battlefield. They were the kings and leaders of each race. Compared with them, the rat people seemed extremely weak.

Rat Zhan climbed onto the high platform and a bloody shadow spread out behind him. With a ferocious roar, the supervising team began to press forward.

No matter what was falling in the sky, no matter what they were facing, it was time to move forward. The Eastern Expeditionary Force, which had been huddled in the scarlet pit for a long time, launched a charge towards the grassland coalition forces that tightly surrounded it. Join each other with the reinforcing rat troops coming from behind.

At this time, the wolf orcs entered the battlefield at a tricky angle, and once wanted to penetrate the Eastern Expeditionary Force's front line.

But they were still blocked.

For the first time, the senior rat priests showed their power on this battlefield. They tore apart ferocious ravines on the ground. The advancing wolf knights suffered heavy losses and fell into the torn ravines in panic. In the gully, the huge Wolf Knight army was cut into several scattered parts.

If it weren't for the rat warriors in this area who also suffered heavy losses from this terrifying magic, the swarming rat warriors would probably be able to drag these wolf knights directly into the abyss of destruction.

It gave these guys a chance to breathe. The quality of the Wolf Knights was very good and they quickly completed their preparations. However, the rat warriors also came again.

A huge rain of arrows fell, supported by centaur knights wandering on the edge of the battlefield. The ferocious cracks in the land were slowly healing, completely burying the unlucky guy who fell into them. Desperate wails echoed under the earth, but the surviving wolves The knights all breathed a sigh of relief.

Wanting to get rid of the constant influx of rat warriors, it just took another round of divine magic to complete the gathering.

There are not many senior rat priests who have come to this city, only twenty-three.

This is a number that is roughly the same as that of the high priests of the Prairie Alliance. Twenty-three senior rat priests who can compete with the high priests of various races in the Prairie Alliance. If those high priests of weak races such as rabbits and foxes really If it can be regarded as a veritable high priest, then the strength of both sides in this aspect is probably equal.

Another round of powerful magic was launched.

The wolf orc king blew the horn on his waist again in anger. The vast horn sound wanted to save the wolf knights in his hands, but this time the terrifying elemental shock did not fall on these wolf knights at all.

The centaur knight wandering on the edge of the battlefield suffered a disaster and wanted to run away in panic, but how could he escape from the magical spell launched by many senior rat priests.

Sharp rock thorns emerged from the ground and did not disappear over time. One after another, the centaur knights were lifted high by these rock thorns and penetrated. With various expressions, if no one took them away, If not, they will quietly wait to rot on these stone pillars. A ritualistic sacrifice in a war comes from a senior rat priest who respects the great god.

The surviving centaur knights did not dare to stay where they were and started running flexibly along the battlefield.

The wolf orcs began to break out, and a terrifying hurricane finally completed its accumulation.

Starting from the altar where the centaur priests gathered, the terrifying hurricane that connected the sky and the earth swept the front line of the war first, and the young rat warriors who were already in a shaky state under the impact of the heavily armed bear orc warriors suffered heavy damage.

In panic, they were taken to the sky by the hurricane. Soon, the blue hurricane was stained with a glaring red. Countless young rats were splashed on the rat line by this tyrannical hurricane like raindrops.

One by one, the young rats fell like meteors, and some of the lucky guys would not face real death until the moment of landing.

The morale of all the rat armies was severely hit.

This is a thorny problem. The morale of the Eastern Expeditionary Force was on the verge of collapse in the long war, and this war was not supported by the rat war alone.

The shaking war clock tower was pushed onto the battlefield, and the harsh bells suppressed all the noise on the battlefield.

Everything was so chaotic.

Scarlet was smeared in any corner of this cruel battlefield, intertwined with each other, and there was no retreat.

Rat War killed a fox king carrying a flag, and lifted the body high with a blood-red spear, provoking the opponents in front of him who also carried flags.

The violent hurricane swept towards the depths of the battlefield and rushed forward.

The bear warriors who were swallowed by him were revealed again. These heavy bear warriors were not brought to the sky. The violent hurricane did not have much impact on them, but the rock armor attached to the surface of the body was broken a lot. This was not a big problem. In the entanglement of the heavy yellow light, the heavy rock armor was still growing and constantly filling in the missing positions.

There was just some more commotion, and a touch of red appeared in their eyes.

The killing aura of the rat priest was a double-edged sword, dragging everything on the battlefield to a complete fight to the death.

But these bad guys didn't care. They danced wildly, witnessing the chaos in front of them, and reveling in the diffuse blood.

These heavy-armored bear orc warriors could no longer suppress the scarlet in their eyes. Their rationality began to fade. In the violent roar, the beastly nature overwhelmed everything. They crawled down and charged violently like a real giant bear.

Like a wild beast, they abused this battlefield.

A bell tower was targeted by a violent heavy-armored bear orc warrior. Because of the noisy and piercing bells, the bitter fruit they created eventually returned to these rat priests themselves. In the terrifying collision, the towering bell tower was tottering.

Fleeing in panic, only the rat priest on the top of the bell tower seemed to be addicted to the piercing bells and did not respond until the towering bell tower collapsed.

The violent heavy-armored bear orc warriors trampled on the towering bell tower angrily, and the red-eyed rat warriors around rushed up.

A miserable guy climbed out of the ruins with difficulty. It was the focused rat priest. He did not die in the collapsed bell tower. He looked up and saw the rat warriors swarming in.

Despair appeared on his face. These red-eyed guys didn't care whether he was a priest or not. The desperate scream only echoed once in this area.

A neat team appeared from behind the rats. The bright silver armor was so eye-catching on this battlefield. They were the temple guards. They joined the battlefield. As for the goal, it was the unfinished holy revenge.

The blood-bottomed gold-patterned flag fluttered on the battlefield. The lances were flattened and they began to charge towards a corner of the battlefield with a clear goal.

The surviving centaurs noticed the intention of the temple guards and gathered together, but this made the temple guards speed up a bit.

All centaurs must die!

The frantic temple guards overwhelmed the gathering of centaurs, and the remaining force overwhelmed the ongoing sacrifice. One by one, the centaurs were nailed to the ground and their bodies were cut off by these tyrannical temple guards.

The temple guards began to fight against the various troops of the grassland coalition gathered in the rear.

These temple guards killed everything around them crazily in a violent and manic state.

But it did not play a decisive role in the chaotic war.

The violent hurricane that connected the sky and the earth did not dissipate immediately after losing control. It became more unstable and more dangerous, like an eraser smearing on the battlefield, and everything on the battlefield became its target of attack.

No one would raise the courage to deal with such a thing, but at this time, the battlefield was covered with scarlet.

This hurricane exerted its power to the maximum, absorbing too many warriors from various races, until it exceeded a critical point, the operation of the hurricane was stagnant, and it suddenly exploded, and heavy rain fell on this chaotic battlefield.

This is a heavy rain of countless corpses.

The incoming rat warriors quickly filled the gaps in the battlefield, fighting everything in front of them in the chaos.

The violent grassland tribe warriors tore through the defense lines in anger.

The wolf orc king raised his head and his eyes fell on the rat warrior who was fighting fiercely with the leaders and heroes of various races on the front line of the war.

He blew the horn at his waist again.

His eyes were also stained with blood.

In this cruel battlefield, heroes are no exception.

Fighting fiercely with each other.

This war has reached such a point that the outcome is no longer determined by the individual guys standing on this battlefield.

There are gods in this world, and each of the gods is the real protagonist of this world.

The sky suddenly changed color.

The grassland gods couldn't stand it anymore. Such a war was too cruel, and the huge losses had reached the point where they, as gods, felt distressed.

Especially the demigod worshiped by the centaurs. The centaurs are almost extinct on this battlefield. Even if they win in the end, the centaurs are about to decline, and it is not just the large-scale death of priests. It will also inevitably bring about a wavering of faith.

He abated His wrath and was cautious.

After restraining some strength, most of his attention still fell on Du Yuan in the distance.

The gods of the grassland are ready.

Waiting for Du Yuan's response, but Du Yuan did not give any response.

Just sat back and watched it all happen.

The centaur god's restrained movement caused a terrifying shock on the grassland.

He holds the priesthood of wind and controls the power of wind.

The wind began to gather, and this terrifying wind gathered in an area, almost overwhelming everything in the area.

The area chosen by the centaur god to attack was the scarlet pit dug by the rat people, and there were still a large number of rat troops wandering in this pit.

As if the sky was about to collapse, the scarlet pit that had been reinforced through repeated calcinations began to collapse, layer by layer, without much fear lingering and neighing. The moment the wind came, the people in the pit began to collapse. The rat people just rushed to death without even giving the time of fear.

The entire city was destroyed, but the centaur god showed a look of surprise.

A flag stood firm, standing firm in the face of the god's direct attack.

The scarlet light propped up and withstood the pressing wind, relying on a fluttering flag, the flag of the Central Expeditionary Army that had been blessed by Du Yuan.

Du Yuan still made no move.

The centaur god also became fierce and launched another attack.

But suddenly, he sensed the threat and stared horrifiedly at Du Yuan, who was not far away.

The terrifying power appeared on his body and gradually increased as time went by.

His divinity was finally fulfilled.