Chapter 425, God, I am no longer guilty.
What is faith? Faith is a kind of sustenance and a kind of support. Then it can’t bring anything. Even if many things in this world keep telling you, it can’t bring anything. I brought it to you, but you are still pious. Why?
Maybe it’s because I grew up in a cramped alley surrounded by rusty iron, drank the stinking turbid sewage, and might die every day. I was desperate to fill my stomach. I lived in confusion and died casually. , but I can still get a glimpse of a different corner of this world. High in the sky, the dark red rust is no longer climbing wantonly, various colors shine, and the incredible world casts a ray of light towards me, letting me feel pain.
Even the garbage that is dumped is more delicious than what I eat every day, and it requires me to fight for it at all costs. I would rather not see such a light, I would rather that I Can't see.
Life is so difficult, it’s hard to describe. There are too many things that cannot be described. I didn’t feel this way before. Once, I seemed to have met a messenger of God. Every day, I met him in the outer city. On the edge of the upper city, a rat girl would pity him and give him something that he had never dared to believe before. He remembered, he remembered her appearance, which was spotless, pure white, even her claws. The cracks in the middle were not stained with mud. He and I seemed to be in two different worlds, but she was kind and willing to extend her hand to this humble guy like him.
He couldn't forgive himself, he didn't know what he had done, even today he often regrets it, he tore her apart.
As I am giving alms day by day, I am getting more and more frightened, I am getting more and more afraid, and I am getting more and more inferior. Look at me, look at me, I am just a rat hanging out in the garbage. , a poor guy, a despicable guy, I am a despicable guy!
That day, I received a brand new set of clothes. That day, in panic, I killed the angel who once coveted me. I was stained with sins that could not be washed away. He fled in panic and hid in the tunnel, huddled there shaking with fear and despair.
“What have I done, God, what have I done!”
Despaired in fear, day by day passed, until I was almost dead, I finally crawled out No one was looking for me in that dirty sewer, but I was about to die, until I knelt down and worshiped in front of the temple in the lower city, until I listened to the old priest talking about the greatness of the god.
On that day, a desperate and wandering rat boy in the bottom city had his own pillar of support.
Kneeling down tremblingly in front of the vague statue, he made his sincere request.
“I am a despicable guy, a hopeless guy, a sinful guy, great gods, please forgive me! Great gods! Please forgive me! Great gods! Great gods! God!”
After that day, a more devout believer appeared in a rat city in Black Iron City.
Perhaps beyond Du Yuan's expectation, even if the gods no longer send gifts, even if the sacred light gradually dims and fades, the rat people have never given up their faith, whether it was in the past or now, or In the future, the rat people will always need a god, and it will always be the rat people who cannot do without the gods.
In the ruins deep in the dark wilderness, in front of this altar made of flesh, bones, and blood, the one-armed rat man who was kneeling raised his arm at the end, with an extraordinarily peaceful expression, and knelt down heavily in front of this altar. In front of the flesh and blood altar that he made, he murmured in a low voice.
"I am no longer guilty."
He died without a sound. Was it really Du Yuan that he knelt down to worship? Maybe not. In the howling wind, the black gravel was brought to the foot of this huge dark mountain, and was brought to this ruins. When piled up, everything would be buried, and everything would return to peace.
Those in power among the Rat Men, those degenerates, betrayers, they don’t understand, they want to get rid of the god who no longer has his sight, but they don’t understand , now it is not the great god who needs them, but they need the great god.
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The madness of this group of guys in the outer city is not practical. They were quickly suppressed, and the crazy surge died in the dense steam bullets and magic energy beams.
In the prelude to this chaos, everything finally came to an end. The big shots in the inner city seemed to have won the final victory and were about to start eating meat. In their joy, until, until A larger and exhausted Skaven Crusaders came to the city again.
These guys used the same tactics as before. They wanted to rely on the Planet Guard and this half-remaining city as bargaining chips to negotiate with these guys to gain the upper hand in this war. exemption.
This should be a very smooth process, because they communicated with the top leaders of the Jihad Army a long time ago. Before this war, even now, this contact has not been interrupted, but the result But it was unexpected.
The arriving jihadi army was larger and more elite, ignoring the wagging tails of these guys. The commander with mottled blood on his body gave the order to attack without hesitation.
Everything is in chaos. These big rat men in the inner city are finally a little scared. In panic, they command the Planet Guards in their hands to start defending. It is a pity that these Planet Guards in their hands Not everyone is on their side. After a defensive Planet Guard turned against them, the result will no longer be more biased.
Amidst the desperate and frightened shouts, a massacre began.
The situation on the Black Iron Star began to take a turn. Under the abuses of the Holy War Army and the purge of the Skaven Empire's First Expeditionary Fleet, the Skaven Engineers Association ended its swing. More and more people want to protect themselves. The property rat people voted with their butts, and a lot has changed in this turn of events.
In short, even though the flag still hangs high in the sky with his fleet and does not officially intervene in the chaos in the Black Iron Star, the situation is becoming increasingly unfavorable for them, the Holy War Army. .
The situation has become critical, so critical that they have even begun to attack these swingers regardless of anything else. Rather than tolerate the swings of these guys, they now need more resources, resources that are immediately available, to carry out this campaign. war.
(End of this chapter)