Chapter 424, The sacred radiance purifies you and me
Fighting and fighting took place in the complex streets made of steel. Both sides were red-eyed, one for the gods, the other for survival.
Spears engraved with complex patterns, lightweight half-covered steam exoskeletons, sacred magic grenades engraved on them, steam vehicles stained with minced meat and blood, sharp and mottled iron railings stained with rust, are still in operation. Rough steam firearms that constantly leaked hot steam, bulky construction machinery, and messy things collided with each other.
Such a scene is not beautiful, it is scarlet, and the final winner is these humble guys from the outer city. There are too many of them, and they have paid the price of almost half of the city. They will only Only a hundred thousand Skaven Crusaders were able to fight back. In fact, this was not a miracle, it was purely the result of flesh and blood.
Half of the outer city was in ruins. After the flames receded, the corpses and steel were burnt black. There was an indescribable smell, the smell of meat, the smell of burning coal, and that little bit. The smell of deformed rust, these messy smells mixed together, this is a smell that is unforgettable after smelling it, the smell of war, for the survivors of this war, and for those who fell in the ruins, gulping After the scarlet redness of the swollen eyes faded away, unspeakable fear appeared on the face of the rat man guy.
The atmosphere of confusion, fear and trance did not last forever. Some angry guys stood on the top of the ruins and began to roar sharply.
For the rat people, war is an instinct that does not require any teaching.
The spearhead was pointed at the big rat businessmen, the rat bureaucrats, and the rat big shots in the inner city. They roared sharply, and in the roar, anger began to spread.
A single rat-man is very cowardly, and a small group of rat-men is harmless, but if a large number of rat-men are gathered together and let them gather into a group, they will show a kind of behavior. The completely opposite attitude came out, no longer cowardly, not afraid of death, instinctively following the most colorful flag, full of self-destructive tendencies.
This is a very strange transformation, even a little abrupt. It cannot be said that it is a law that has always been engraved in the genes. In order to better allow the rat people to survive, the self-destruction rules engraved in When there are too many rat people in an area and it is no longer suitable for the rat people to live, let these guys who have always been as humble as dust gather together and rush to destruction until the number drops again, and this area is once again difficult for the rat people to live in. It became habitable for the Skaven.
It is still the inscription left by the evil god who has disappeared in the world. After all, the evil god once needed these humble and dusty guys to bravely go to death.
Now, this situation is happening again.
These rat engineers who stood on the high ground pulled up these guys who had just recovered from their daze with sharp shouts. In the midst of their anger, these guys standing on the ruins were They gathered again, and this time, the crazy guys turned into this group of lowly guys who just a short time ago were trembling and doing whatever it took to stay alive.
The outer city has been destroyed. Many rat people cannot accept this. They have nothing left, and it is inevitable to go crazy, even if they are facing the tall city walls and the large number of rat guards garrisoned to protect them. In the inner city, this is not wise, but crazy enough they don't care anymore.
Amid hysterical roars, another brutal fight is about to begin.
A group of crazy guys, the Rat Man Empire is a great framework for the Rat People. At least within this framework, these guys can gather together normally as a kind of intelligent creatures and build their own civilization, unlike Now, on this Black Iron Star, not long after the order collapsed, a large group of ratmen were already driven crazy.
With hysterical roars, this group of guys who had lost everything and were as humble as dust charged in groups towards the towering iron wall in front of them.
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The Skaven Crusaders who retreated in this war were not completely annihilated. A group of about two thousand people successfully escaped from the city. They had just suffered a defeat. A little embarrassed, but the commander who was lucky enough to evacuate was not ready to stop so quickly. On a paper map, he quickly identified a place, a small town deep in the wilderness.
They will never stop, they will continue to offer sacrifices to the great god. This is necessary, and this must be practiced.
The commander made a decision, and just like that, the remnant army took a staggering step forward.
Under the dark mountains, the group of pioneering ratmen with nothing, they faced a not-so-easy problem. The remnants of the Jihad Army with red eyes came to them, even though they had accepted that they were here. In the new future in the empty wilderness, this war seems not to let them go.
Now there is a bad news and a barely good news, which are placed in front of these pioneering rat people.
The bad news is that in this endless wilderness, even if they want to run, there is nowhere to run. The good news is that in this endless wilderness, the only enemy they have to face is There is so much to see.
Amidst the horrified shouts, a cruel fight was about to begin. This time, the Rat Crusaders won, but their remnants were almost destroyed, leaving only the big cats and the little ones. There were only two or three cats, leaving only fifty or sixty rat warriors who could still get up from the battlefield.
Now, there is also good news and bad news in front of these guys. The good news is that they won the war. The bad news is that although they won the war, all they got was the ruins and the black wilderness.
The steam vehicle was damaged, the mushroom cultivation room was burned clean by a fire, the water storage barrel was broken, the precious water flowed all over the ground, and the engineers died. In the final stage of the battle, the crazy guy drove a transport truck equipped with an overclocked magic engine and slammed into their convoy. The horrific explosion almost destroyed all the vehicles.
This town became a desert after these things were destroyed, and they, the victors, were left in this desert at this time.
The commander with a broken arm looked at the messy situation and the surviving rat warriors in front of him. In silence, he gave the order to repair it.
They were indeed tired. The rapid march and two consecutive wars made these survivors exhausted, and even the sacrifices offered to the gods were postponed.
Now, everyone is a little uneasy. Obviously, they seem to be unable to leave this ruins. What should they do? They can accept dying on the battlefield, but they are not willing to die here. In the black wilderness, I was getting thinner and weaker day by day.
That night, when the sun set, the one-armed rat-man commander called over the only technician boy among the surviving soldiers. He was a young rat-man boy who was said to be joining the Holy War. Before, he lived in a mining town and was born into a rat family that specialized in repairing mining machines.
The rat-man commander still had the last glimmer of hope. He dragged the rat-man boy to wander among the overturned and burning vehicles until the sun rose again and the sky was dyed with a ray of light.
It's just a pity that the crazy rat engineer obviously calculated the explosion range and power of his magic engine and completely destroyed these thick and sturdy steam vehicles.
In silence, the rat boy shook his head towards the one-armed commander, and the two began a conversation in this dead night.
“Is it true that there is no way to repair any of them?”
“No, boss! If the machinery in the town is not destroyed, I might be able to repair these cars. Some of the cars inside were barely repaired!”
In this way, the two fell into a long silence.
The rat boy jumped off an overturned steam car and cast his eyes towards the black wilderness in front of him with a distressed tone.
"Boss, maybe we should prepare early. Before the resources here are completely exhausted, we can go in the direction we came from, and maybe we can find the train tracks in the wilderness!"
He He said this until the tip of a sharp spear passed through his chest. Suddenly, the rat boy lost his voice. He turned his head in disbelief, and what he saw was the one-armed commander with an indifferent face.
With the short spear pulled out, the rat boy completely lost all his strength and fell to his knees in the ruins of the vehicle.
The one-armed commander did not make any expression about this. In silence, he inserted the bloody short spear in his hand back into his back, stretched out his only remaining one-arm and grabbed the fallen spear. The rat boy of the earth.
“Dedicate everything to the gods, and the divine light will purify you and me!”
When the sun came to the center of the sky, there were no other living ratmen in the ruins except the one-armed commander. The corpses of the ratmen were carefully and carefully stacked in the center of the town. In an open space, a regular altar of flesh and blood was piled up. In front of this altar of flesh and blood, the one-armed rat man knelt on the ground. This was his purification ceremony and his sacrifice to the gods.
It's just a pity that I didn't get any response. Day by day, this guy didn't move a step and became weaker and weaker. Until he died, he weakly raised his head and said with a smile. That extremely peaceful smile, looking at the companions who were piled into the altar of flesh and blood in front of him, murmured in a low voice.
“The divine radiance purifies me, and it also purifies you!”
This civil war is not only the purge of those temple priests, but also the purification of those fanatical temple priests. The cleaning up of the guys, the entangled interests and considerations, is extremely dirty.
(End of this chapter)