Chapter 335, Du Yuan's deviated path
Sitting in the center of the empty divine kingdom, feeling the continuous increase in power.
Unless you become a true god, you will never know the power contained in this word.
The transformation has not yet completely ended, but Du Yuan can vaguely determine one thing. When all the power that is continuously fed back from the Kingdom of God is absorbed by him, he will be able to easily tear apart The small world beneath the body.
Although the method adopted may be a bit tricky.
It is not that difficult to destroy a small world that is not strong enough. Break a corner of the crystal wall and tear open a weak space, allowing part of this fragile egg to officially come into contact with the ever-surging sea of chaos.
Then a disaster is about to come. The worlds suspended in the sea of chaos are really fragile and precious things. That is to say, it is not surprising why some worlds that have awakened the will of the world, they The first thing to do is to expel the overly powerful creatures in the world and the gods that are spinning around the outside of the world like flies.
The power in Du Yuan's hands is far more powerful than that of ordinary gods who first came to the throne.
Du Yuan, who had just ascended the throne of God, already had power comparable to that of a medium-level god. No, even more powerful.
This is not a normal situation.
Only those earth-shattering figures, those guys who are all famous in history, can achieve this level.
His path has gone awry, becoming completely different from his normal belief in gods.
But it doesn’t seem strange. Normal gods’ kingdoms would not be as empty and bad as Du Yuan’s.
The disagreement comes from the composition of power.
After sitting on this throne, Du Yuan suddenly discovered that his power did not all come from faith.
Resentment, desire, curse, these things are not uncommon to Du Yuan. Ever since he accepted the first blood sacrifice, these things have been entangled in Du Yuan's body.
Exists as a kind of pollution and impurity.
Only now, these have become part of Du Yuan's strength.
It is not that there are no evil gods who use these powers, there are even many, but Du Yuan's situation is different from them. No matter how much resentment they have on them, one thing will not change.
They are using their authority and their priesthood to drive these forces, drive the resentment born from the killings and conspiracies, drive the resentment left by countless dead creatures, and drive those messy desires.
Although they are evil and disorderly gods, they are also existences that belong to the gods of faith. Their foundation is still the devout faith offered by countless mortal beings.
But something went wrong here in Du Yuan.
Du Yuan is not using his authority to control these messy things, but these things have become part of the source of Du Yuan's strength.
The resentment of all living beings, the curses falling in the wails, the mottled and messy desires, these impurities come from countless mortal things and can't wait to wrap around Du Yuan. In the conventional sense, they are a type of pollution.
These things that Du Yuan is very familiar with have inexplicably become part of Du Yuan's strength.
In other words, these powers contributed a huge part to Du Yuan's increasing divine power.
Making Du Yuan become more like an evil god, even more evil than those religious gods who have thrown themselves into chaos and wield evil power.
The resentment of all living beings, the hatred for him, the entangled desires, as long as you call his name, whether you pray, curse, or blaspheme, as long as you have a relationship with him, whether you love or hate it , everything will belong to Du Yuan.
It’s hard to say what caused Du Yuan’s painting style to become distorted again.
Like a black hole that swallows everything.
Maybe it's because he has been with these mottled things for a long time, maybe because the moment he stepped on the path of gods and came to this world, he attracted endless hatred and curses, or maybe it was because his faith was at the beginning It's just confused with the mottled desire.
Du Yuan's whole body was indeed soaked in filthy scarlet.
Not only the races that were destroyed at the hands of the rat men, but also those creatures and gods, they hated Du Yuan.
The same goes for the rat people.
Among the countless rat people in this huge country, there are many who hate Du Yuan.
I hate that the great gods did not favor me, and I hate that my piety is not responded to.
There are various reasons.
Of course, Du Yuan has been prepared for all this.
Although what is happening now is still a bit unexpected.
Just how to say it.
The scarlet sky contains an indescribable scarlet god.
Of course, this is not possible yet.
In the composition of Du Yuan's power, the power of faith still occupies the vast majority.
Du Yuan is still a god of faith now.
It’s just that differences have appeared. The paths he takes with those many gods who believe in them are obviously somewhat different, and differences have emerged.
During this time, Du Yuan has been thinking about whether such differences are a good thing or a bad thing for him.
If you want to make a reversal, now is the best time. The divergence of roads has not yet reached that serious level. Going along this road and continuing to accept those messy things will lead to his path. What the outcome will be is still unknown.
It was only for a while that Du Yuan did not decide the answer.
Perhaps he has to accept the increasingly long time span after becoming a god.
Du Yuan is sitting on the divine throne.
At least for now, I still need to think about it. ………….
In the tide of chaos.
Unconsciously, the mottled colorful threads have been deeply rooted in this small world.
The mottled colorful lines climb, connect and entangle wantonly on the crystal wall of the small world.
During this period of time, the colorful thread ball became more active, and the roots wrapped around the small world began to dance wantonly with this joy.
A very strange scene.
There is naturally a reason for such joy.
Not only because it is getting closer and closer to the place of birth, but also because the person who awakened it, the person who made it friendly and couldn't help but want to get closer, finally appeared in front of him.
And become more powerful.
Become more similar to it.
Well, I don’t know how to describe it, but it makes it very happy.
Want to touch.
Many colorful lines have already broken away from the clinging small world and are touching Du Yuan's Kingdom of God.
But it didn't succeed. Compared to the rigid crystal walls of this small world, Du Yuan's nascent Kingdom of God was much more dangerous.
The attempt to touch him retreated unconsciously amid the sudden rise of mottled flames.
But the colorful thread ball is never tired of it, constantly extending its mottled tentacles, constantly wanting to touch Du Yuan's divine kingdom, and then constantly being burned by the mottled fire of desire, and the cycle repeats.
Of course, it has no malicious intent, it is just a naughty child who wants to see Du Yuan.
The destination is coming.
Through the incomparably bright appearance of the Sea of Chaos, what appears in front of you is an incomparably huge world.
A deep starry sky?
Countless suns, stars, moons, and comets, together form a boundless and unimaginably huge world.
But when he actually arrived at the station, Du Yuan should not be unfamiliar with this scene.
That is a patch of Milky Way, that is a vast universe.
………….
The holy war has truly begun.
Regular troops began to set foot on the battlefield.
But they are said to be regular troops, but in fact most of them are just some rat mercenaries, privately trained guards.
The rat priests and temple guards are restraining themselves.
Obviously, it is not yet time to completely break up the relationship. Both sides understand this and restrain each other.
But this does not mean that this war is not tragic.
In fact, although there are no truly complete and large-scale rat-man armies that have been pushed onto the battlefield, everything else is not lacking at all.
After all, this is the center of the Skaven Kingdom. The temple guards and the Skaven Priests compete with each other for control of the entire Skaven Empire.
Countless slave rats, rat mercenaries attracted by blood mushrooms, a large number of war equipment, and those aberrant creations.
In this war, no organized rat army entered the battlefield. Instead, there appeared organized rat trolls, unimaginable giant rats, and those skinned giant rats.
Longclaw's legacy was almost all inherited by the Temple Guards, because at this time, the people in charge of the Underground Rat City were the Temple Guards.
But the rat priests are not bad either, with war equipment, a lot of war equipment, and those lightning cannons.
Before leaving the underground rat city, the former loyal rat priests lit a fire in the industrial area of the barren mountains.
Of course, rebuilding industrial areas is not a difficult task.
To be precise, this fire may not even be caused by the departed loyalist rat priests.
In such chaos, these Great Claw Priests almost all completed their evacuation, and began to shirk their involvement in the war on the grounds of rebuilding the industrial zone.
The temple guards did not force these Great Claw Priests.
They are just a group of cowardly fence-sitters who are unwilling to side with the temple guards who control the barren mountains, nor are they willing to offend the rat priests who are closely related to them and are vaguely superior to them.
However, being a fence-sitter also has the advantage of being a fence-sitter. These guys will fall for the winner without hesitation, without any hesitation or half-heartedness.
More blood mushrooms were thrown into the battlefield.
The cowardly slave rats and the fanatical pilgrims acted as the vanguard and rushed onto the battlefield, while the chaotic rat mercenaries were the second group pushed onto the battlefield.
The ferocious war equipment was pushed onto the battlefield, and all kinds of things were thrown out in the chaos.
The swollen rat-man dragged across the sky with a shrill scream.
The harsh ringing of the bells has never been absent from the rat-men wars since they first entered the battlefield. Behind them are the rat-man priests who are shaking the bells feverishly.
(End of this chapter)