From Skaven to God-King of War

The originally stable situation became difficult in the painful howl. The violent fluctuations of the subspace caused the black battleship command room hovering above the planet to start a crazy alarm. The harsh sound echoed wildly in the command room.

However, the expression of the leading knight did not change much in such a situation.

"Deploy personnel and suppress it for the great rat emperor and the empire!"

Preaching in a numb voice, the landed trial knights began to gather towards the abnormal location.

In the shack area that had turned into a charred ruin, a monster crawled out of the cellar, and its body began to swell. It was no longer afraid of the flames. Bones broke out of its body and began to proliferate randomly. The huge palm fiercely swept the sweeper in the hands of the trial knight away.

Facing such a monster, the Judge Knight was no longer so calm. For the first time, his face was covered with an expression, ferocious and terrifying, but his combat skills were not lost because of his emotions at this time. He took off the fragmentation gun on his waist, pulled the trigger and rolled behind him. He was wearing heavy power armor, but in fact, the Judge Knight's movements were not slow.

The hot high-pressure air flow sprayed out from the backpack behind him and took the Judge Knight away from this terrifying monster.

The fragmentation gun is an efficient weapon for large-area damage. A large number of alloy fragments were pushed out of the barrel in the violent explosion in the barrel, and hit everything in front of it indiscriminately while rotating.

Every time a shot was fired, a faint white terrifying flame would gush out of the barrel. The Judge Knight did not flee immediately, but half-crouched down at the moment of distance, clasped his hands together, and pulled the trigger again and again.

Such an attack was very effective for the subspace monster in front of him that crawled out of the cellar and was undergoing transformation and distortion.

The high-speed rotating alloy fragments easily tore the flesh and blood of the monster. The crisp sound was the sound of broken bones. The monster's leg bone was broken and it fell to the ground.

The Judgement Knights actually didn't have any good way to deal with these subspace monsters. After all, to some extent, the latitudes between the two were different. One was a mortal, and the other was a subspace creature, a supernatural creature, a god's family, or even the god himself.

The latitudes between the two were not consistent. Even after biochemical transformation, even if they were armed to the teeth, the Judgement Knights were still mortals, and these guys infected by the spirits of the subspace and the gods of desire were already closer to gods.

It is despair for mortals to fight against gods, but in these years, when these rats fought against the spirits of the warp, the Knights of Judgment won more. After all, both gods and supernatural beings are rejected by the physical universe. They may not be able to kill these monsters, but they can make them retreat by constantly wearing away the power of these damn monsters.

That spirit of the warp, the god of desire, has placed a heavy bet on the old mine draft, and its power is madly injected into the old and decaying body.

The broken bones are quickly reorganized in the majestic power and become more tough. The torn flesh is like a blooming flower. You can see the mutation, no, evolution, no, metamorphosis, yes, metamorphosis in the wound. The occurrence of the metamorphosis process, flesh, blood vessels, organs, bones, neural networks, these things, all of these things are constantly changing, creeping, renewing, twisting, and reborn.

Old Kuanggao could no longer be considered a ratman. His life structure was completely different from that of a ratman. Even Old Kuanggao himself was dead.

All that was left was a crazy soul, a hideous body that was still transforming, and an extremely tenacious anchor point that could carry the power of a demigod in the subspace.

The monster stood up again, and he was roaring at the rising knight not far away.

"Why! Why! Why! Why!"

It was crying, wailing, angry, and turning into a monster.

The bones growing on the surface of the monster were changing color, from pale to pitch black, and one crystal after another grew out, just like the lead ore in the mine, just like the black sugar that the ratman once added to the cup piece by piece when he was depressed.

The voice was extremely hoarse, until the end, he couldn't even utter a complete sentence, and turned into a sharp and piercing whimpering howl.

This was done by that god, that demigod. It vaguely showed a shadow behind the monster, a wriggling black shadow, no, it was a tentacle that stretched out from thin air. This thing, that monster, directly connected a part of itself to the monster in transformation.

Of course, it didn't want its monster to speak. After all, after all, you are just a monster. It is enough to be an anchor point, an anchor point that is difficult to destroy and kill. That is enough. You don't need to speak, you don't need to ask questions, you don't need to explore why, and you don't need to think.

These bad guys, these bad subspace spirits, they are so high and mighty.

The monster walked towards the Judge Knight step by step. The fragmentation gun in the Judge Knight's hand had been emptied, and the psychic grenade on his waist had been tightly grasped. At the same time, the electric claw on his arm also popped out.

The situation was not good, and it was the worst.

It was no longer a simple outbreak of subspace pollution. What was happening here was a real advent-level event. Facing the hideous monster in front of him, he had little chance of winning, but he was not ready to retreat.

To deal with the descending subspace evil god, he must, must, must ensure that the battlefield was in a desolate area, and must not spread what was happening here at this time, and must not let more ratmen see the descending subspace evil god.

He had to fight, he could not retreat, even if he might face death.

"The advent has happened, I will judge, please move closer to my coordinates."

The monster came to the judgment rider with heavy footsteps, without any fear, he stood up from the ground, and at this time, the monster was already half a body taller than him.

The sizzling electric claws fiercely inserted into the body of the monster in front of him, but the effect was not great. More and more black prismatic crystals were precipitated from the monster's body, almost covering the whole body of the monster black.

Just stretch out your hand and drop it. This monster, the Judge Knight, was pressed to his knees on the ground. He was unwilling to give up. He roared and tried to stand up again. His struggle was ineffective. He was strangled by the neck and lifted up high. He was lifted in front of this monster. He looked directly at the scarlet eyes and the face of the monster that kept climbing the black crystal column. The weird roar kept ringing.

It was just that he couldn't hear clearly. The Judge Knight couldn't hear clearly, and at the same time he didn't want to hear it. He struggled until a crisp sound sounded. The Judge Knight's head was crushed, the flesh and blood smashed, and the body fell to the ground.

The monster was stunned. It paused and looked at the dead Judge Knight in front of it in disbelief.

Poor guy, he probably will never know why. He has become a real puppet. It's a sad guy. It's hard for mortals to resist the real god.

Raise your hand. At this time, his arm has been completely covered by the black prism. His appearance at this time is reflected by these black prisms.

Other trial knights arrived, one after another, appearing outside the ruins, slowly approaching around the black monster. These guys had no fear, and the expressions on their faces were covered by helmets. To be honest, these trial knights actually had complicated stories, but what was teased by fate was that their stories all ended in tragedy and were almost all inseparable from the gods in the subspace.

The uniform gorgeous helmets covered all the stories, and the light that lit up in the cold electronic eyes was all. There were streams of light constantly passing through the sky, which were the trial knights that were airborne.

It was a very difficult thing for lowly mortals to defeat the gods, even if that god might not be a very powerful character in the eyes of the real gods.

Use life to pile up, move forward without hesitation, and you can only rely on courage.

Forming a formation, stepping on the charred ruins, and moving forward, perhaps you might say that all this seems to be inseparable from them. If it weren't for the Judgment Knights who set the city on fire and took the lead in the massacre, it seems that the poor guy would not really fall into a puppet at the mercy of the evil god.

But no, it's wrong. The rats are not the indecisive race. They are chaotic and crazy. They will never hesitate because of this ridiculous trolley problem.

If I don't do all this, then the subspace evil god may not come. Wrong, even if they don't find the abnormality on Planet 3312, even if they turn a blind eye and pretend that the years are peaceful.

That greedy bastard, that damn evil god, it will still come out of the subspace, and he will still destroy everything, and even more.

The Judgment Knights are already the few guys in the Rat Empire who truly protect all rats equally. It is already very unimaginable that they can be born in a chaotic, crazy, radical, and self-destructive race like the rats.

If there is a division of camps in the Skaven Empire, then the Judgement Knights must be the existence of the good and lawful camp for the Skavens.

Don't question their decisions, don't doubt their motives, they are real heroes, they are the ones who dare to drive a train to kill the guy who created the trolley problem. Although the train they drive may kill some innocent guys during this period, it doesn't matter, as long as the guy who asked the question is killed, then we don't have to answer such questions anymore.

With heavy steps and uniform movements, the Judgement Knights began to charge, and the guns hit the monsters, with limited damage. The effects of psychic grenades, shock cannons, and high-energy beams are not that good.

These monsters descending from the subspace will be surrounded by the breath of the subspace. They will break the rules of the physical universe and make those high-energy weapons that are invincible in strict rules lose most of their effects.

But fortunately, the rat people were not without means to harm these gods. The rat people had been with the gods for a long time, and they were no strangers to the gods. They took off the spears on their backs and unfolded the arm shields on their gloves. The spears were engraved with intricate patterns, and ether crystals were integrated into them at the beginning of forging. The faint blue luster flashed on the patterns engraved on the spears.

Not only that, these spears will be soaked in holy water for a long time.

Well, this is a difficult word to understand, but in fact, one day, the rats were surprised to find that the spring water placed in the church, the so-called sacred spring that was boasted, suddenly had some strange power. If the weapons were soaked in the spring water of the sacred spring for a long time, then the weapons would have the power to hurt the creatures of the subspace.

I don’t know the reason, but this does not prevent the rats from taking advantage of this and quickly promoting the concept of the sacred spring throughout the rat empire.

A fierce fight is about to begin, between this monster and the trial knight.

To be honest, even with the holy water enchantment and the weapons forged by adding ether crystals, the trial knights have the ability to hurt the evil god’s descending body, but it is still hard to say who the final winner is.

Even if the trial knights are pouring in continuously and fighting this descending monster with all their strength, the winning rate of the trial knights is actually not high.

The gap between mortals and gods is still too big.

However, even for failure, the Judgment Knights have also made a plan. In the black warship suspended in the outer space of Planet 3312, there is something that can make the final decision, a Soul Scream.

If the Judgment Knights fail, cannot defeat the descending body of the subspace evil god, and cannot stop the evil god from descending, then this Soul Scream will be cast.

It seems that the charge of the Judgment Knights has become a useless effort at this time. In fact, the final solution to the descending event has always been to destroy the planet together.

It is helpless, but there is no way. No matter how strong the mortal is, it is still a mortal, and no matter how weak the god is, it is still a god.

It may be hard for you to believe it, but these guys want to save this planet, save this planet that has no sense of existence in the Skaven Empire.