Chapter 328: The Small World About to Reach its End

Today is not a special day, but the situation suddenly became bad for Shu Zhan.

Those rat caravans and their transport ships that traveled back and forth every day no longer arrived here overnight.

This made Shuzhan feel annoyed.

Pacing back and forth in the tent, it was obvious that this change was too sudden.

He didn't know what was going on.

This place is really too remote. He has always had no problem with his evaluation of the several rat warlords he stationed in the Desolate Mountains. Those guys are undoubtedly incompetent idiots.

No information was passed on to Shu Zhan.

Shu Zhan didn't know that he had already become so eye-catching at this moment.

The timing was wrong, everything was done in advance, his decision was not wrong, his judgment was not wrong, but this was an accident and he had miscalculated.

Even in the rat war, it is impossible to fully think about the scene of the white rat dying.

The White Rats have been lying low on the Skaven Empire for too long.

No one thought of it, not even Shu Zhan.

Now is a critical juncture. The brutal war of attrition requires escalation and additional chips at every moment.

As long as he wins, everything will go as expected, he will eventually return to the Ratman Empire, and he will be able to crown himself.

But damn, damn, something went wrong with this war.

No more chips came, no more chips came, the rat-priests had deserted him, deserted him so quietly, so suddenly, without hesitation.

why?
He is going to win this war, and those greedy guys can see all of this.

Endless blood mushrooms will flow into their hands like water.

Those greedy guys, why, how could they, how were they willing to betray themselves at this moment.

In the tent, Shu Zhan paced back and forth, and he thought of something.

He knew those rat priests, he knew those rat priests, he knew those damned guys best.

The only thing that can make them let go of their greed is something bigger, something more important, something they can never give up their desire for.

What is it?
What is it!
What else could it be?
Shu Zhan paused from pacing back and forth. He thought of something. Yes! He thought of something.

An expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

He thought of something.

The answer kept echoing in my mind, and no matter how much denial I had, I could no longer suppress it until it was finally confirmed.

"That old guy! That old guy... That old guy is dead?"

This seemed to be what he had been waiting for, this seemed to be what he had been looking forward to.

However, the expression on Shu Zhan’s face now did not show excitement or excitement.

There was only a state that rarely appeared in Shu Zhan: silence.

He had to respond.

This is a very bad situation, but he cannot stop, he has to respond, he has to win this war, he has to make preparations, and the second run is about to begin.

Shu Zhan is not a fool, it’s just that to some extent, he seems particularly slow in dealing with those things, but Shu Zhan is not a fool, and he never has been.

Response, preparation, strategy.

His talents have always been focused on war, and Rat War has always been doing the same kind of thing, war, killing, destruction. It must be admitted that he did not have much preparation and anticipation for becoming a guy like White Rat.

But he will not give up. This arrogant guy only believes in himself and he will definitely put the crown on his head.

But these are things for the future. Now, everything has to return to the war, and he will win this war.

This is the premise of everything.

But there is still a problem. In this war, the rats do not seem to be the dominant party.

………….

Just at this time when the Ratman Empire was in great turmoil.

One place was not so affected.

Outside the small world.

A gray and hazy sky with stars curled together.

A strange scene that is extremely difficult to describe.

This is the ocean current in the sea of ​​chaos, an unimaginable strange passage.

The misty starry sky is twisted and curled up together, piling up on top of each other. This is the scene under the Sea of ​​Chaos. Countless worlds are floating and sinking in this gray ocean, and strange and incomprehensible things are mixed in it.

Even those truly powerful gods need to be cautious if they want to advance in such an environment.

But this strange ocean also contains miracles.

At this moment, a gray ocean current runs through everything, opening a path in the chaotic and intertwined starry sky.

A not-so-big world is drifting along this gray ocean current like a coconut rolled up by the waves. Every moment, countless stars are left behind.

The destination is almost here.

The ocean current gradually slowed down, and in the distance, a dazzling sun seemed to appear before our eyes.

No! That was not a sun! It was a world as dazzling and unimaginable as the sun, a newborn world.

Only a newborn world can radiate light like this, but this world is too big, and the light it radiates casually looks like the sun.

The end of this journey is approaching and the ocean current is slowing down.

The ball of colorful thread clinging to the outside of the world is about to complete its mission.

But He is no longer the same as He was before, and He has gained wisdom, which is a miracle and also a trouble.

The closer it gets to that dazzling big world, the more troubled it becomes.

It should not have wisdom.

A bunch of principles, a bunch of rules, a port, should not have wisdom.

Let it bother.

I decided not to think about this problem for the time being and to go back to that dazzling world and my home first.

The ball of colorful thread diligently drags this small world to float in the gray ocean current.

………….

In the Jihad camp
The ratmen's attack was unexpectedly fierce.

Caesar has recovered from his injuries. After all, there are so many churches in this crusade army, and the last thing they lack is the means of recovery.

However, he did not appear on the battlefield during this period. The first thing he did after getting up from the sickbed was to join the Jihad Army.

Almost without pause.

A meeting was successfully held in the dim underground fortress.

Even the long-lost Church of the Goddess of Pleasure was brought back by him.

Everyone was sitting at a long table. Caesar was not wearing his dazzling armor today. He had just climbed out of the bed, and his face was still a little pale.

His eyes were bright and he raised his arms high, like a seasoned politician. This war was of course extremely important and he needed the support of the many churches in front of him. He did not immediately shout out those empty but inspiring slogans.

But made a promise.

He made a generous and unscrupulous promise that as long as he won the war, he would be willing to accept the formal establishment of the legitimacy of many churches in the human empire.

He was willing to admit that the greatness of many gods was greater than that of nobles and emperors.

Such generosity touched almost all the churches. Even the Church of Joy finally chose to stay. The churches of the gods could not refuse such a promise, which was what they had always dreamed of.

As for those magic knights and landless nobles, he promised them large tracts of unowned fiefdoms, including the territories of the nobles killed by the ratmen. At the same time, he promised them a future. He would restart the development and move towards the subcontinent where the ratmen appeared.

This caused dissatisfaction among the great nobles in the Crusade Army. These measures, one after another, were almost all undermining the interests of these great nobles.

Whether it was the improvement of church legal doctrine or the distribution of territories for those nobles who had lost their land, under normal circumstances, each of these items would be difficult for them to accept.

In response to the dissatisfaction of the great nobles, Caesar shouted that slogan.

"We have no way out!"

The defeat in this war would be unbearable for the great nobles. Even if they were dissatisfied, they could only hope for victory.

Just like that, the many forces that were originally swaying in the distance were calmed down during this meeting.

The Jihadists were united once again.

Caesar convinced the church, inspired the knights, and made the nobles accept the changes with a pinch of their noses, but the same problem still existed.

Everything is to win this war.

To be fair, the holy war army organized by the Youyan people is not inferior to the incomplete Eastern Expeditionary Force in Xu Shuzhan's hands.

The morale is not much different.

The two sides have been fighting on the battlefield that is like a meat grinder day after day.

The chances of winning seem pretty good.

But in fact, Caesar was not at ease, he had no confidence in defeating Rat War.

The outcome of this war was almost impossible in the military competition, and he and Shuzhan became the biggest variables.

He had no confidence in defeating Rat War.

But now that we have reached this point, there is no possibility of retreating.

………….

Caesar came to the small hill lined with countless tombstones without informing anyone.

Silently gazing at the tombstones in front of him, like a statue.

At this moment, the confusion on the face of this hero, the commander-in-chief of the Crusade Army, was so clear.

This cemetery appeared after his battle with Rat War. During the days he was sickbed, countless Jihad soldiers were buried on this hill and became part of the endless group of tombstones.

Caesar had a premonition that the final showdown was about to come, but he was still not sure.

Even though he was so determined, sometimes determination could not change the gap between the two sides. He was no match for Shu Zhan. Even after wearing many holy objects and receiving blessings from gods, he was still confused.

He is still too young.

The Rat War almost killed all of the subcontinent, burying countless races in the vast and empty grassland before they came into the sight of humans.

As his opponent.

When Shu Zhan was his age, he was still being chased by the Black Dragon.

It is normal to be confused, and it is normal to be beaten by Shuzhan, so it is normal to be confused.

In this confusion.

A pair of slender arms suddenly stretched out from Caesar's waist, crossed each other and embraced each other.

A gentle voice sounded.

"I'll be standing behind you."

But no matter how confused Caesar was, he couldn't retreat.

………….

The final decisive battle came quickly, and the Rat War flag appeared on the battlefield, which was already an announcement of something.

The lightning cannons that were set up began to fire indiscriminately.

The roar of artillery fire serves as a prelude to today's battle.

It is true that the lightning cannon cannot blast through the solid fortresses built by the military mages, but this does not mean that such roar is meaningless.

This is opening the way.

The area where the two sides were fighting, the area that had changed hands several times in the past few days, just yesterday, the rats took the initiative to retreat and gave this area to the Crusade Army.

Now, there are a lot of measures in there.

The Crusades have indeed advanced a long way. Including this area, they have already traveled half of the road leading to the top of the sea cliff. Half of the continuous positions built by the rats have already been captured.

However, this war is expected to end sooner than they expected.

Amid the continuous roar of lightning cannons, the area that had just been captured by the Jihad Army was completely and saturated with fire.

Caused considerable damage.

Those imperfect measures and fortresses under construction are not without loopholes, especially in this near-saturation attack.

An increasing number of Crusade soldiers were swept by the dark blue lightning that permeated through the gaps and cracks, and turned into living dead who fell to the ground.

Countless ratmen followed closely behind, appearing in the whistling sound, and rushing towards the battlefield in the chaos. Today, the ratmen warriors who rushed onto the battlefield were different from usual. They were very excited and raised their spears high, shouting sharply without stopping.

He ran towards the Jihad Army very proactively.

It was a strange scene; such initiative didn't seem to be something that should happen to these guys.

There are the noisy young ratmen, the restless guys who survived one or two wars, the old foxes who have survived many wars, and the ratman priests who are afraid of death.

None of these guys would ever take the initiative like this.

A strange scene.

This strange scene was not explained until the black dragon flag appeared behind all the ratmen, fluttering in the sea breeze.

We cannot retreat and we must not be cowardly. This time, standing behind the many ratmen are no longer those cold-blooded executioners, but the great, cruel, and powerful commander-in-chief. He stands behind all the ratmen.

Unlike the last time, this time their commander-in-chief really appeared behind them.

Don't back off, don't be a wimp.

The last war has left countless ratmen still drifting in the wind on that cliff.

If he is noticed by the commander-in-chief, he will be put on high pedestal.

Of course, there will be excitement.

If I were noticed by the commander-in-chief, maybe if I were noticed by the commander-in-chief, then maybe, maybe I would be different from the rat people around me.

Amid such complex emotions, the rats appeared on the battlefield with fear and excitement, and launched a mighty charge.

(End of this chapter)