Chapter 386, The Emperor
In the castle where many glory gathered.
A young emperor sat in front of his desk. In front of him were various documents, some of which had ink that hadn't even dried yet.
The quill just fell.
As the magic weapon troops belonging to him were completely lost in the attack of the rat men, the young people who fanatically chased him also died on the battlefield one by one.
The emperor also gradually became weaker step by step.
But he is an emperor after all, and not everyone is qualified to manipulate him. Over the years, he has proved this to many people. Even now, only this is the only one left in the once huge empire. A city.
But as long as he stands on the high platform again.
Then there will still be people willing to follow him.
It just doesn't make sense, and it won't change anything.
So he was willing to sit here and listen to the chatter of these guys who were becoming less and less human.
The archmages stood in front of him and chattered.
But Caesar, who was sitting upright, looked at them with a different kind of disgust.
"Don't you want to save the empire? Your Majesty! Only you can save everything! Only you can save everything!"
"We can't defeat the Skaven, they have some very powerful Unusual power.”
"We lack some noble qualities!"
"We need a noble existence of our own!"
"A God! We need a God!"
That one The three great mages shouted in unison in front of Caesar, shouting that they needed a god. This was really crazy and funny.
But even crazier and funnier.
Caesar decided to go along with their plan.
Soon after, these great mages left one after another.
Caesar was the only one left in the room.
Lying back on the chair, he rubbed his eyes.
There is no other way. In this situation, there is no more choice.
He must save the empire, and he must save the people who believe in him.
Even if there is only the slightest possibility.
He will make any attempt and pay any price for this.
In the silent room, there was no echo for a long time, only the last sentence echoed with tired whispers.
“God?”
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Preparations for a grand celebration began in full swing in the City of the Sun.
In this most critical moment.
There are weird colors everywhere.
But the residents in the city were so inspired.
Free food, drinks, sweets, performances, and the only great emperor, the hero, who could possibly save them.
This celebration brings it all together.
The time of joy is coming.
It’s just that the shadow hidden under this celebration is not noticed by anyone.
Those archmages are fanatically promoting this celebration, and at the same time they themselves are becoming more and more inhuman.
Weird patterns are painted all over the city.
Some quarrels arose among the troops stationed on the city wall, but they were quickly settled.
The second line of defense has entered a construction state, in the central area of the city.
Their hero, the great emperor, has also become more and more tired these days.
I often look up at the sky for a long time in the middle of the night, thinking about something, but my appearance becomes more and more haggard.
It's just that it's all uninterrupted.
Some fanatical guys are gradually taking over various parts of the City of Light.
Those inhuman archmages completed all preparations.
In the end, all this was accepted by Caesar.
It’s dawn.
The darkness was dispelled, light spread, cheerful music sounded throughout the city, and joyful crowds, people who had been waiting for a long time, began to take to the streets.
Floats, magic tricks, beer, candy, clowns with big noses.
Incredible, this celebration is so dreamy, it seems that it can make people forget the fear of these days.
The wanton carnival has a different kind of venting.
Laughter echoed throughout the city.
I just don’t know why, but Caesar, who is the absolute protagonist of this celebration, has not appeared for a long time.
This is inseparable from him. After all, those newspapers, dramatists, and bards have long talked about that future in various ways.
Their hero, the great Caesar, will save them again, and only their great emperor, Caesar, can save them again.
In this frenzy, people chanted Caesar's name.
Of course, Caesar will be the protagonist.
But blood and fire came first.
The Skaven are conducting routine probing attacks.
About a 20,000-strong Skaven force, from the scattered Western fleet, a standard Skaven pirate force, they were pushed onto the city wall.
This is not a good job. When these guys were pushed up the city wall, most of them were filled with unspeakable fear, and even their bodies were trembling uncontrollably. If nothing else happened, The best outcome for them would be to hit them dead on the city wall with no splash at all, as a routine attack and consumption.
But unexpectedly, things didn't go as they thought.
The magnificent city wall is so empty, and the densely packed various defensive measures are not even activated at all.
They only encountered some sporadic attacks during the charge, and then they incredibly rushed to the city wall.
In extreme shock and contrast, these guys stood on the city wall for a long time, obviously not understanding what was happening, until their eyes were attracted by the celebration in the city.
What is certain is that this magnificent City of the Sun, the capital of the Dark Eye Human Empire, must be the richest city the rat people have ever encountered.
This is almost certain.
You can tell it from the gradually turning green eyes of these guys standing on the city wall.
Without any urging or shouting, the same decision was made almost without hesitation.
These guys began to cross the city wall and run towards this magnificent city. Obviously, the rat people also wanted to participate in this unparalleled celebration.
Just when the rat commanders outside the city were confused.
A riot of looting and killing broke out in the city.
After all, there are too few of these guys breaking into the city. Twenty thousand rat warriors are like a drop of water to this extremely huge city.
It is simply inconspicuous. In the chaos, in order to better suppress these heretics and successfully complete the plunder and slave capture.
These rat men who were born as pirates chose the simplest and crudest way to relax. They first carried out killing threats to confuse these overly large heretics and make them start to fear, so that they can easily deal with them. These guys made the capture.
The scimitar wielded, the magic rifle inspired.
Death, in this grand celebration.
Shrill shouts appeared, blood was spilled, and the rat people's sharp and harsh laughter echoed in people's ears.
Of course, the number of these guys is still too small, and the city is too big.
Chaos is simply difficult to spread.
Until the other rat people outside the tall city wall reacted.
More and more ratmen climbed up the city wall, and then disappeared into the city never to return.
This is confusing, but the rat warlords who were arguing with each other unanimously made the same decision after learning about this situation.
Attack.
Rush! Rush quickly!
In order to snatch more sacrifices and eat more cakes, the Rat Man's general attack broke out without warning. There was no wrangling and no joint effort to kill the unsociable hapless guy. Be the first one to be the cannon fodder that consumes the city's defensive power.
All the rat men, all the rat men gathered outside this huge city, surged almost madly at this moment.
Normally, the rat people would try their best to capture the heretics for greater profits, but the situation at this time is not normal.
Chaos, corpses, blood, plus some unruly guys, such as the black-furred Stormvermin Guards, these guys are absolutely crazy killers.
In such a situation, even those rat priests, war priests, and rat team captains were unable to brake if they wanted to, and the horrific killings began.
This is indeed a grand celebration.
This is true for both ratmen and humans.
Central of City of the Sun.
Caesar finally left the towering castle and appeared in front of everyone.
This city is still too big, and the chaos outside the city has not spread here yet.
All kinds of eyes fell on Caesar, reverence, excitement, fanaticism, disgust, scrutiny. This is normal. Not everyone likes Caesar, but we have to admit that no matter what these guys think about Caesar Whether it is love, hate, reverence, or scrutiny, they now place their hopes on Caesar.
In the entire human empire, the only hope left is Caesar.
This celebration is not only a celebration, but also an expedition ceremony.
Under the gaze of everyone, in this fanatical celebration, Caesar should have faced the sight of these guys, strode forward in front of the gaze of these guys, and pulled out his sword under the gaze of everyone. He took out the long sword on the high platform and resolutely faced the rat men outside the city.
This is what was supposed to happen.
But now there are some surprises.
Caesar was persuaded by the archmages, who were becoming less and less human.
The whimsical murmurs of those guys convinced Caesar.
Caesar strode forward towards the high platform. He was about to pull out the long sword and make that whimsical attempt to become that god!
To save this country!
Even if there is only the slightest possibility.
He will make any attempt and pay any price for this.
(End of this chapter)