Chapter 387: The Fall of the Human Empire
Death, blood, fear, fanaticism, laughter, these complex emotions are intertwined at this moment.

Until Caesar stood before the sword.

This is an extremely gorgeous sword and the center of the ceremony.

Only Caesar is qualified to draw this sword. Now only Caesar is qualified to draw this sword, not because of anything else.

There is only one thing: those who died and shed blood and were turned into part of this grand ceremony were all his people, and most of them still believed in him fanatically before they died.

The gorgeous sword was scorching hot and began to turn scarlet.

The ceremony officially began.

The scarlet color was imposed on the many ratmen that broke into this shining city, with only one purpose, which was to bring more killings.

The majestic scarlet aura enveloped Caesar entirely, like a beating embryo.

Those great wizards broke out from the crowd, dancing and gesticulating.

Caesar's guards, those guys who fanatically worshipped him, fanatically guarded around this huge scarlet embryo.

At this moment, Caesar, wrapped in scarlet, seemed very calm.

As the center of the ceremony, he took on all the negative emotions generated by the ceremony.

This is a chaotic emotion that is enough to drive people crazy.

But after all, Caesar was a hero.

Only those who are strong enough, determined enough, and extraordinary enough can be called heroes.

In silence, he gripped the sword in front of him even more tightly.

He has decided to take on everything just for the survival of the empire and the survival of the ordinary people in the empire.

He pulled the sword with all his strength and pulled out the long sword in front of him.

At this moment, a new demigod is about to be born.

Of course, the physical universe does not allow a true God to appear, and it instinctively begins to reject it.

But Caesar is not a complete god. As a demigod who is undergoing transformation, his mortal nature and the divine nature that is undergoing transformation occupy a considerable proportion of his body.

So it was divided into two parts.

As a god, he came to that chaotic, boundless and unpredictable world, and as a mortal, he stayed in the center of the city.

The transformation was successful.

No matter how many parts it was divided into, Caesar finally obtained that bit of divinity and was no longer a mortal.

But the plans of those great wizards failed.

These guys' intentions are impure.

Crazy guys, guys who are deformed and twisted, they do all this naturally not to save ordinary people, to save those ordinary things that have little value.

Pushing Caesar to the throne of god was essentially for the purpose of promoting himself.

These guys want to immerse themselves completely in the chaotic world, relying on the disordered and boundless chaos and the unimaginably powerful primordial magic power to completely sublimate themselves. They call this demon ascension.

It’s just that their nature is too inferior to cause rejection from the physical universe itself, nor will it lead to active acceptance from the chaotic world.

At this time, you need to use your brain.

Thus, this deification ceremony came into being.

These great wizards wanted to sneak into the chaotic world by relying on the world cracks torn open when Caesar ascended to godhood.

But their plan failed.

Because Caesar was not great enough, he only became a demigod.

Admittedly, there are many things a demigod can do, but that does not include triggering the instinctive rejection and strife between two huge worlds.

When Caesar opened his eyes again, there was a hint of gold in his eyes.

He pulled out the sword completely, and a dazzling golden light burst out from the sword. The scarlet blood cocoon was torn into pieces by him easily.

But what caught my eye was so disappointing.

The crazy wizards knelt down before him, trembling in their bodies, their voices so excited that they were even a little incoherent.

"You succeeded, you succeeded, ah, you are a god, you be my god, you be my god!"

In incoherent speech.

A guy, an old wizard, a wizard who can no longer suppress the deformation in his body.

Scarlet blood threads were climbing up his body wantonly, and the facial features had become blurred and dim. Faintly, an eye was about to appear on that chaotic face, hideous and grotesque.

At this moment, this guy clung to Caesar's thigh in a state that could be described as crazy, wailing in an almost begging and humble manner.

"Please, please, be my God, just let me see the sun again, the great sun, that's all!"

Faced with such a situation, Caesar, who had just stepped out of the scarlet blood cocoon, set his eyes on this twisted and pathetic guy. Instead of answering, he raised high the long sword in his hand that was coated with dazzling golden light.

The long sword fell.

A twisted, roaring head rolled to the ground.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but at this moment, this head that was about to swell and turn into a scarlet eyeball felt a little more relieved.

Caesar swung his sword one after another, and the twisted wizards fell down one after another.

They turned into motionless corpses.

But there is no end to what needs to be done.

This city is finished.

The human empire is finished with the war on this planet.

But it doesn't mean there is no hope at all.

At least, at least he can still leave some sparks.

The fanatical guards began to act under Caesar's command. The retreating city defenders would no longer sit idly by and watch all this happen. The rats affected by the ritual gradually regained their sanity.

But soon, they became excited again amid the scarlet air and corpses all over the ground.

In a fierce battle.

The survivors of this city were gathered together, according to their professions.

Doctors, teachers, craftsmen, warriors, men, women, children.

A total of five hundred fire seeds were selected.

Caesar will take them away from this planet and through the boundless and eternally disordered chaotic world.

After all, the status of a demigod is still a long way off, but it is enough to make use of some of the characteristics of the chaotic world.

Compared to the rigidity of the physical universe, the chaotic world is so casual that it is hard to imagine.

For the chaotic world, distance exists and yet does not exist.

If the physical universe is just a piece of spread-out paper, then the chaotic world is a ball of crumpled paper.

In fact, this description is not accurate.

Perhaps the chaotic universe can be described by the countless points that are constantly flowing.

The concept of space is so vague in the chaotic universe. Among the intersection of countless points, as long as you find the right direction, then as long as you take a step, theoretically you can reach anywhere.

Whether it is the chaotic world or the physical universe.

It's incredible, but it's true.

Because the physical universe and the chaotic world fit together.

And demigods are qualified to find such overlapping points.

As long as you can find the right point, band, and rhythm, then just take a step forward and you will be able to cross the unimaginable scale and reach a new and unfamiliar place.

Of course, this method of traveling is still too rough.

Those races that possess mature subspace travel technology all have their own means of positioning, otherwise every jump is a real blind box draw.

No race can afford such blind box draws.

But it doesn’t matter to Caesar now.

As expected, this ceremony brought many changes to him. This guy who was ignorant of the stories of knights, this guy who was often alone in the dark night, now became more indifferent.

Without delaying too long, he selected the candidates and estimated his own strength.

Caesar began the journey.

Such a leap will inevitably touch upon the chaotic world.

Although the strength has not yet reached the level of tearing the world apart.

Just entering the buffer zone between two worlds.

But it is unavoidable.

But it is inevitable to be able to get a glimpse of some scenes in that chaotic world.

That cold sun was seen by everyone.

In this bizarre gap.

This was not a good thing, and what was worse was that Caesar could see the cold sun much more clearly than ordinary people.

There is a part of him that is truly wandering in another dimension, that is his divinity.

If these sparks were only vaguely visible in the gaps, then he could see it clearly.

It was a sun, a hot yet cold sun.

I don’t know how long it took, countless years, or maybe just a moment, but when I opened my eyes, everything was different.

Not in that majestic city, not on the once familiar land, what meets the eye is a strange and desolate Gobi desert, a new world.

Caesar succeeded, he did it, he preserved that trace of fire for mankind.

Despite paying such a high price.

But why, why does his face look so ugly at this moment.

He saw it, or rather, he saw it clearly since the moment he became a demigod.

Not only did he see it, but the fire he preserved also saw it.

Looking up, Caesar's eyes fell on the people and fire in front of him.

What he wanted to save was humanity, and that was what enabled him to turn around and persist in his pursuit of what was a multitude of overwhelming and debilitating thoughts.

After all, he is already a god. What he wants to save is humanity, the purest kind of humanity.

A cold golden light flashed in his eyes, and he raised the sword in his hand.

A massacre began.

This is how precious sparks died, one after another, in Caesar's cold expression.

Until the end, only three figures were left, two crying babies and a newly born crying baby.

There was another, a young man with anger written all over his face.

Among the five hundred fire seeds, Caesar only chose one mage, a guy who was no longer young and inexperienced, and a guy who was often gray.

He is one of the few uncontaminated mages, and also a rare person among the Ghost Eye people who can travel with Caesar.

Another hero.

Arthur, the silly young man who once worked long hours in the fields to grow a field of wheat.

During that long war, he was always busy in the fields. As a hero, he also admired Caesar.

Until the war was about to end, until Caesar brought him to such a strange place.

His face was full of disbelief and rising anger.

Facing Caesar's cold face.

He roared loudly.

"why?"

He didn't understand what was happening today, everything was a mess. Before the celebration, he was one of those people who expected Caesar to bring them hope.

But I came here inexplicably and witnessed such a scene.

Both sides looked at each other.

Arthur was so angry.

And Caesar could only give an empty answer.

“This is for us and for the future.”

There was a look of surprise on Arthur's face, followed by even more intense anger.

"You are a madman!"

But as soon as these words fell, a golden sword pierced through his chest.

Arthur knelt helplessly on the desolate Gobi Desert.

Just die like that.

Obviously, he still didn't understand what happened.

But Caesar didn't explain any more.

The Dark-Eyed people no longer need the magic eye, and the entire mage system is about to be cut off by Caesar out of fear and vigilance.

Caesar retracted his sword, carefully walked to the two crying babies, and gently embraced them.

A boy, a girl, the hope of mankind.

It is also Caesar's final obsession.

A true human god was born, a true emperor was born.

Was the ascension ceremony really successful?

Maybe not.

It seemed that the group of twisted wizards had only created an even more powerful monster.

At this moment, the monster was gently holding two crying babies in his arms, watching tenderly the crying little ones calm down in his arms.

………….

In the cold sun, in the desolate and empty bloody world, on the throne of bones.

Du Yuan raised his head, feeling sleepy, as if startled by something, and looked into the distance.

Sometimes, the more you want to get rid of something, the less likely it is to get what you want. Even if you go far away, when you look at the cold blood-red sun in this area, the entanglement with Du Yuan is inevitable.

This is God. Even if you peek, it is so dangerous.

But most of the time, Du Yuan didn't care about being spied on, nor did he pay any attention to those who were spied on.

It is often the mortal things that chase after the gods, so how could the gods be entangled with mortal things?

Du Yuan didn't pay much attention to this unusual movement. He just took a look and then looked away. He once again looked down at the galaxy that was so barren that it only had one planet, and at the group of noisy guys.

………….

In Sun City.

The black-haired rat encountered a very interesting thing, a tall man in armor.

A pair of scarlet eyes were revealed under the fully enclosed helmet.

This armored man is powerful enough, which makes Heimao very satisfied.

Amid the shouts, the storm rats stopped what they were doing.

This is a messy neighborhood.

After the ceremony, a fierce battle broke out between the rats and the human defenders in the city, and this block was one of the battlefields.

Houses collapsed, flames broke out, corpses were piled up haphazardly, and blood stained the ground.

Heimao took off the big sword behind him.

He looked at the beast-like armored man in front of him with great interest.

A fierce battle broke out instantly.

The surrounding storm rats stopped what they were doing and climbed up the surrounding houses one by one, with their excited eyes cast on the two fighting parties.

With a sharp collision sound, the greatsword in Heimao's hand collided with the armored man for the first time.

Amid the loud noise, Heimao took several steps back.

There was a hint of more seriousness in the eyes of this warlike guy.

You know, with the combined effect of the endless supply of high-quality blood mushrooms and the killing power, Heimao's qualities in all aspects have been greatly improved. At least in terms of strength, this guy can even shake those magic-driven steel golems.

But he was still no match for this tall armored man.

After the solemnity comes the indescribable excitement.

The greatsword kept colliding with the war hammer in the iron golem's hand.

Time and again, amid the splashing flames, the two guys fought a life-and-death battle in this chaotic city, amid the cheers of the storm rats.

The city could never recover.

The rats have already overrun the crude defenses they had set up in the center of the city and are now engaging in fierce street fighting with the retreating garrisons.

It was just a death struggle.

There is no doubt about this.

As night fell, the human carnival had long ended, and now only the rat people were left to continue the carnival.

Flames began to spread in this huge city, in this dark night.

The rat assassins once again attacked the large library in the center of the city.

They were looking for the manuscripts, and this time, they finally found them again.

Among the numerous books, a complex manuscript was found by these guys, which was about the exploration of the starry sky by the Ghost-Eyed People.

Soon, the rat assassins disappeared into the darkness again, but soon another group of rats rushed in.

These guys also wanted to look for something, but it was obvious that their professionalism was really worrying. They were running around in this huge library like headless flies.

The battle between Heimao and the armored man has finally come to a decisive moment.

After paying the price of having an arm broken, the tall armored man had black hair piercing through the armor on his body.

Black Hair won.

The tall armored figure still wanted to struggle, but the greatsword that was precisely stuck in the gap of the armor made it impossible for her to even stand up straight.

She didn't seem to exist in a normal state, with her flesh and blood stuck to this rough armor.

The scarlet eyes fell on the black-haired man not far away.

It was a deep-rooted hatred, but it was a pity that she was going to die.

The black-haired man dragged his broken arm towards her, as if trying to pull out the greatsword that was stuck in her abdomen.

When the black-haired man approached, she struggled and stood up.

During this movement, the great sword that was stuck in her body almost cut her in half.

Obviously, she wanted to drag Heimao down with her before she died.

But the vicious guy Heimao was obviously prepared for this. He easily avoided the attack by just jumping back.

With such injuries, she fell to the ground helplessly.

When she was near death, she couldn't even remember who she was. She spent a very unbearable period in that cold laboratory.

The only thing that is remembered is the hatred, only the hatred.

There was only hatred left. He struggled to stand up, but failed and died just like that.

Faintly, some images appeared in her mind.

That was also in chaos.

In the distance, a hunchbacked knight stood, and these words were heard in his ears.

"Live, live well."

She didn't do it.

Flames rose into the sky.

The last city of the Dark Eye Human Empire fell in the attack of the Skaven.

The Dark Eye people officially died out and left the stage.

(End of this chapter)