Chapter 353, Tired Du Yuan
The tower was successfully activated, like a large antenna, which can continuously transform the surging elements on the plateau into magic power in all directions Sow.
There is nothing wrong with the function. This is indeed a tower that can change the times.
In this dangerous moment of external and internal troubles, the magic industry of the Youyan people has taken the most critical step.
This is very important. With almost infinite magic power, there are so many things that can be changed.
It's just that the day the tower fell, the day the elemental storm violently agitated, what happened on that day cast a hazy bloody shadow on everything.
The dead tectonic master and his students, the surviving students have completely gone crazy, whispering day and night, and the bloody sun painted with blood, flesh and bones .
He has suggested to the Archmages many times that they should treat this matter carefully. This matter is not simple.
It’s just that this tower is too important, even the death of the master and his student was suppressed and carried away.
The bloody sun was also washed away and whitewashed.
Seven days had passed since the storm. He had witnessed the death of the only survivor. The white sheets were stained red with his blood. He seemed to want to draw something.
What to draw?
Draw a bloody sun.
It must be! He must want to draw a bloody sun!
The doctor who was taking care of him was horrified by this scene. It was a young lady, a beautiful young lady, with an extremely plump figure that stood out from the crowd. Such curves were really hard to extricate oneself from. .
Okay, this seems a little offensive, but I can guarantee that this is an occupational disease and is by no means an intentional offense. After all, it is well known that battle mages are always dealing with the ratmen wandering around the corners of the city. Their keen observation skills This is certain.
While the lady was screaming, I broke into the room.
This time, the beautiful lady finally no longer showed such a disgusted expression towards him.
I was even held in his arms for a time, ah, such softness is intoxicating.
But I had to break her neck.
She saw it, she saw it, she saw the pattern, the sun painted with blood, flesh, and bones.
This sun should not be seen, should not be seen.
It will bring disaster, it will ruin everything.
As for why I know this.
Because I saw it too and can’t forget it.
The burning flames destroyed everything left here. From today on, a secret sect began to spread among humans.
The search for magic brings humanity a lead that could lead to destruction.
Of course this is not a good thing, but it must be admitted that if this tower that can capture boundless magic power is not built, the Dark Eye people may not be able to survive today.
The rat people have really come over and are destroying everything.
Does Du Yuan know all this? Of course Du Yuan knows.
After all, the object that the bloody sun points to is nothing else, it is the incarnation of his divine kingdom in the realm of chaos, and the divine kingdom pointed at him can be said to point to himself to a certain extent.
How should I put it, even this ritual is more orthodox than the ritual used by the rat people to worship him.
It’s just that Du Yuan didn’t respond to these new believers.
During this period, Du Yuan made a choice about his own path.
Choose laissez-faire. Instead of correcting the increasingly skewed path, I chose to let it go.
It has brought about some different changes, and the weight of the power of faith in his power is constantly declining.
Instead, complex and chaotic thoughts began to fill his eyes.
The sun transformed from his divine kingdom seems to have truly begun to burn and acquire quality. Those chaotic thoughts, various surging thoughts, and desires have become his new source of power.
In this process, his own possessions and the constantly emerging priesthood became the medium to communicate these messy thoughts.
War, redemption, life, merit, intrigue, suffering, scarlet, reproduction.
War Priesthood is Du Yuan's ladder to the gods. Salvation comes from the prayers of countless humble guys. Life comes from the worship of blood mushrooms. Conspiracy and breeding come from the battles between the rat priests and the other from the war priesthood. For the great claw priest's contribution to the creation of those breeding houses.
These priesthoods owned by Du Yuan and subsequently born are also constantly changing as Du Yuan's path deviates.
Even Du Yuan himself doesn’t know what the final outcome will be.
But now that the choice has been made, there is no need to hesitate anymore.
Compared to the majestic war going on in the center of the world, the changes brought about by the deflection of my own road are really inconspicuous.
It's just that the process isn't that comfortable.
After breaking away from the mature framework of belief in gods, Du Yuan was forced to have a more intimate contact with the power he possessed.
Now he is actually closer to those ancient gods, those most ancient gods, but among those ancient gods who accompanied the birth of the world, there is no such guy with such chaotic desires.
After all, desire is a new concept that emerged with the birth of intelligent creatures and these humble mortal things. Naturally, it will not be affected by those ancient creatures who were born in ancient times and were born sacred. The gods have control. It’s just that it’s not that easy to become an ancient god.
Without godhead, priesthood, or divinity, they must bear and accommodate their own authority on their own as they restrain those magnificent forces.
The time it takes for a young ancient god to grow up is almost measured in epochs.
But Du Yuan is now experiencing this process very quickly.
In the bloody sun, on the throne of bones, a silent god sat on it, with countless thoughts entangled in him. He could not resist this process, which was a painful process.
This is an extremely powerful god. In an instant, he can destroy countless people, but such a powerful power cannot allow him to avoid such pain.
This is the necessary process that leads to greatness.
If he wants to control those chaotic thoughts, he must learn to adapt and be able to endure them.
Bear the love and hate, anger, fear, courage, cowardice, despair, hope from countless creatures, bear it all.
He is the one who can truly hold these in his own hands.
During this period, the countless wails and resentments that were entangled in front of him made him dizzy.
After all, these were all the work of the rat people, and the endless sacrifices brought Du Yuan too many entangled thoughts.
Tired him to death.
However, he must also admit that if it were not for the continuous fanatical sacrifices of the rat people, he might not have been able to reach this point.
This is indeed what he must bear.
Rubbed his head.
Lowering his head, his eyes passed through the Kingdom of God that turned into a bloody sun, passed through the misty and chaotic space, and landed on an ordinary planet, landing on the group of noisy rat men.
Withdrawing his gaze, Du Yuan murmured something in the empty Kingdom of God.
"Have you even built a steam engine? I thought you guys would ride the hamster wheel like no other."
Xiaochun appeared in the Kingdom of God at this time , climbed onto the armrest of the Skeleton Throne, straightened up, Du Yuan stretched out his hand and teased the little guy.
The pain on his face eased even more.
It is not easy to bear these burdens, and Du Yuan can only grit his teeth and bear it. Amidst the washing of countless thoughts and various desires, he feels that his emotions have become less and less sensitive, and are changing. Got to be slow.
But simply, he was not defeated.
Even so tired.
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The three rat warlords officially parted ways in front of Mountain Dew City, in order to more efficiently accomplish achievements, kill, rob, and all kinds of things.
Of course, also to compete.
The fall of the Golden Province again gave these three guys a taste of the sweetness, and also allowed the rat lords and temple guards standing behind them to finally make progress.
One after another, the rat caravans dragged the slaves who had just been pulled off the battlefield, with expressions of uncontrollable ecstasy on their faces.
After all, this is a rare thing, and it is extremely good at this time. After all, the war has been stagnant for a while.
All kinds of sacrifices are starting to become scarce. At this time, if they go back with these rare items, they will undoubtedly make a lot of money.
Of course, it's not just that.
These prisoners dragged back will more often serve as a signal and be conveyed to many guys in the Ratman Empire.
After all, a successful war represents a lot of things.
The flourishing of blood mushrooms, the demand for more weapons, and more young ratmen, everything is ready to start moving far away.
When there is no war, most of everything in the Ratman Empire is stagnant.
War brings back sacrifices and trophies, which requires more weapons, food and ratmen. A bigger war is about to occur, and more sacrifices and trophies will be brought back to form a cycle.
After a cycle falls, during the carnival, the cycle will be pushed forward faster.
Now, it is time to enter the acceleration stage.
As long as more things, victory, can be brought back by these rat warlords and supplied to the rat empire behind, then this war weapon can be continuously operated.
Of course, this has nothing to do with the separation of the Skaven warlords in front of Mountain Dew City.
The main problem is how fiercely the humans resisted and what kind of obstacles it caused to them was related to the fact that these three guys were not of the same mind.
The human army stationed in Mountain Dew City did not even dare to fight the rat warlords but simply fled.
Perhaps there is nothing wrong in the decision-making of these guys. After all, Mountain Dew City is still in a state of devastated ruins, which really does not give people much confidence.
(End of this chapter)