From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 439: Extinguishing Hope

Forward, forward, forward with heavy steps.

The high piled-up car obstacles were easily pushed down, very easily pushed down, just by the airborne soldier in the front row, the tall airborne soldier wearing heavy power armor, he raised the huge shield in his hand high, and slammed heavily on the piled-up cars in front of him, and they collapsed with a loud bang.

Rockets, RPGs, heavy machine guns, the heavy firepower network composed of these things opened fire in an instant, engulfing the entire battlefield. The diffused smoke and dust became the faint white mist that rose up. This group of city police even didn't know where they found some outdated flamethrowers.

The scorching flames, the terrifying temperature, and the courage boosted by the shouting.

But, the effect is not very good.

The heavy figures easily rushed out of the flames and smoke. The solid gasoline that had not been completely burned was still stuck on the surface of these guys' armor. The flames did not stop them. Suddenly, violent roars sounded around these heavy figures. The ammunition equipped on the Pioneer tank was not only those steel needle shells that were specially designed to penetrate armor.

In a panic, a driver loaded the tank's shells incorrectly and fired the wrong round.

This is an air-blast bomb used to eliminate low-threat targets. Such an explosion is just a breeze to the space paratroopers wearing power armor.

The flames went out in the huge explosion, and scarlet electronic eyes and the charred armor shell appeared on the field.

It's a desperate scene, but it's not the most desperate scene.

The soldiers of the Space Drop Regiment began to open fire, and the huge guns in their hands took in everything in front of them in an almost indiscriminate manner.

These guys are the absolute elite of the Ratman Empire, so their weapons are naturally not shabby. The magic-accelerated shotgun is just the most common one in a series of weapons.

Soul blaster, anti-psychic heavy tower shield, that is, the giant shield that can take a steel needle shell, ripper machine gun, lava flamethrower, small psychic beam gun, and earth-shaking mortar.

Well, just a bunch of scattered information, you just need to know that those ratmen engineers have put almost their greatest efforts into this power armor project.

Armed to the teeth, really armed to the teeth.

The terrifying machine gun with a caliber large enough to be called a cannon is worthy of the name of the Ripper. Any gerbil city policeman who is hit by the bullet will be torn into two halves. The lava flamethrower is actually not a standard flamethrower, but a special type of howitzer. They fire that special grenade, which suddenly explodes after hitting the target, engulfing everything around it and turning it into a small hot lava block.

How is this not considered a flamethrower? After all, the guys hit were directly roasted and carbonized. It was a completely orthodox flamethrower. From the strategy of this weapon, you can get a glimpse of the madness of those ratmen engineers.

The gerbils' defense line and their equally fragile selves were easily blown into the air by the soldiers of the Ratman Airborne Corps.

Only the small nuclear explosion could stop these guys from advancing, relying on the nuclear batteries buried under the obstacles and the rising mushroom clouds.

The ratmen have never been exposed to nuclear energy, and their distorted technology tree makes them not like a real space race in many ways.

But this is a minor problem. Even if it is a nuclear weapon, it is not necessarily better than the equally cruel Destroyer. And the horrible collateral damage of nuclear radiation is not so effective against the ratmen.

Those ratmen engineers encountered difficulties in cultivating the power armor hosts. They found that after they cultivated these castrated super ratmen to a certain level, it was difficult to further stimulate the vitality of their bodies.

These royal engineers of the Ratman Empire believed that they were a little different from the crazy guys in the hands of the temple priests. They were decent people, and even in a war, there was no need for so many mindless and disorderly monsters.

Sane, stable, yes, yes, yes! Perfect, perfect!
Well, such a request is really rare. Perhaps it is because their real works are actually those expensive power armors, and these super ratmen, who are pendants of the power armors, only need to fulfill the responsibilities of the pendants.

Perhaps it is with this idea in mind that they require these super rat men to be rational, stable and perfect.

But recently, they have hit a bottleneck. No matter how strengthened the ratmen are, they are still just ratmen, with poor flesh and blood made of protein, and brittle bones mixed with calcium, phosphorus and collagen.

Poverty and weakness, with these things as the foundation, no matter what kind of creation it is, it will make them feel dissatisfied, not strong enough, and not perfect enough.

Of course, it may also be that there is a lack of some very important elements to serve as filler and inspiration. Perhaps nuclear energy, atomic energy, and radiation can bring some new inspiration to those crazy guys.

These small nuclear bombs can only hinder the pace of these tall monsters.

In the extreme high temperature and terrifying radiation, after the most vulnerable part of this extremely expensive power armor was damaged, and the life support system was damaged, even these transformed super ratmen would find it difficult to resist and survive in such extremely harsh conditions.

But they can only block the attack. These airborne corps guys are a group of elite soldiers, not cold weapons. They are good at war and can also avoid danger.

It only took a few nuclear explosions for these guys to learn how to evade and start looking for small nuclear devices buried on the battlefield.

The learning speed of these elite warriors is not slow at all.

If this happens one or two more times, these small nuclear devices they buried will be completely ineffective.

How long has it been? The battle has only just started for less than half an hour!
Of course, these gerbils also possess weapons that can decide victory or defeat in an instant. Once those serious super nuclear weapons are fired, the small sun will rise in the city for an instant, and these terrifying enemies will be swallowed up in an instant.

But what is the price? What is the price? The price is that these soldiers who hold on here and their hope to rebuild Ernst, the progressive city, will also be sent to heaven.

Since the buried nuclear traps are of no use, the only thing left to do is to use blood and flesh to stop these invincible enemies.

After only half an hour of fighting, this wide street was already riddled with holes, flames, craters, shattered flesh, broken metal, and a mess.

After several small nuclear explosions, even though the equipment of the gerbils was almost all prepared for them, the sounds in the communicators and intercoms became a little more fuzzy, and harsh noises and snow appeared on all the electronic equipment on the field. As for the ratmen, the power armor on the airborne super ratmen was not greatly affected.

Gears, steam, magic energy, the actual electronic parts on this power armor are almost negligible, and even if they do exist, they are basically protected by this thick armor and are not afraid of interference from electromagnetic disturbances at all.

It’s not that the rats are unaware of magnetic fields and radiation, but they lack some key technology trees and have no way to stably produce radiation and magnetic fields.

A city councilor climbed up onto the battlefield platform and stepped on the curved railing. On the battlefield, he wanted to raise his arms and shout, but his target was too conspicuous. In an instant, a beam of blue light streaked across the sky and directly blew the city councilor's head apart.

The headless corpse lost all movement and fell to the ground like a rag doll.

Surprisingly, this did not arouse fear among the city police and defense company employees, but instead aroused their fighting spirit. These guys were usually called "young master soldiers" by the residents of this city and the scavengers and wastelanders in the wasteland.

The former is a derogatory term expressing dissatisfaction, while the latter is an expression of envy.

But we have to admit that they see themselves as the defenders of this city. Perhaps due to years of propaganda, they believe that Enkos is the hope of this planet and the gerbils. They have more ideals and beliefs than those wastelanders who are hesitant and only care about the present.

Although beliefs and ideals are worthless on the battlefield at this moment, it does allow them to grit their teeth and persevere.

Another city councillor climbed up to the platform and started shouting wildly.

"Warriors! Don't give up, don't retreat. Behind us is the hope of Enkos and the hope of the entire gerbil civilization! Never give up! Never retreat!"

Another beam of light attacked, and the body of the city councilor fell heavily to the ground, but the morale of the city police and defense company employees on the scene was aroused.

A city policeman hiding in an explosion pit, holding a bag full of grenades, suddenly jumped out and ran towards an airborne soldier when he moved forward.

"For Enkos!"

With a loud shout, the guy suddenly exploded, causing the airborne soldier holding a huge shield to stagger and reveal a flaw. His companions behind him did not let down the opportunity he created. A steel needle shell accurately hit the left shoulder of the airborne soldier, causing a slight crack to appear and the shoulder armor of his left hand shattered.

What followed was a rocket. When the smoke cleared, the left arm of the airborne soldier holding the huge shield disappeared, but he did not fall completely.

Still standing on the battlefield, an airborne soldier holding a Ripper machine gun behind him pulled the trigger. Amid the crisp sound of tearing cloth, everything in front of him was quickly torn into pieces until the barrel turned red and the bullets were all used up. Without any thought of reloading, he casually threw away the huge machine gun in his hand and took off another huge black barrel from his back.

The soldier with the broken arm lowered his head, and the guy behind him pulled the trigger. A pitch-black object flew out at an extremely fast speed. With a loud bang, the platform that the city councilors had climbed twice was directly turned into ruins.

Amid the fierce shouting from the other side.

The war was still going on, but it was becoming more and more brutal. Soon, it developed to the point where the Pioneer nuclear tanks overloaded their engines and rammed into each other to self-destruct. Such a tragic scene occurred.

What makes people despair is that these guys, these tall enemies, are still moving forward. They are still moving forward. They are still moving forward. Even though their figures fall down one after another, they never stop, as if nothing can stop these guys from moving forward.

"Ah! You monsters, you devils!"

The last Trailblazer on the battlefield still rushed towards these tall guys resolutely after running out of ammunition.

With a loud bang, another small mushroom cloud rose, and a tall figure knelt down on this tragic battlefield. At this moment, the winner of this battle was already obvious.

These expensive warriors of the Airborne Corps are much fewer in number than at the beginning, but they still stand on the battlefield. The gerbils who have lost all their pioneer tanks, the defenders here, and the city guards can no longer cause any serious damage to the super rat warriors of the Airborne Corps.

Of course, the final straw was not just the destruction of the last Pioneer tank.

Above the sky, the Ratman airborne troops arrived. Escorted by small ships that flew over the city, Ratman warriors jumped down from the transport ships hovering in the sky, weapons in hand.

This city and this area are currently in too much chaos, so these transport ships did not choose to land directly, but instead dropped the ratmen warriors they were carrying from high altitudes.

One by one, the ratmen warriors opened their parachutes and slowly fell from the sky, like dandelions floating in the wind, and became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The city council members who hurriedly crawled out of the underground tunnel with the host were faced with the tall rat-man warriors covered in blood and charred bodies and their huge shotguns.

Amid a loud noise, this guy and the host he was holding, the silver-white host that was still making a buzzing sound, were smashed into pieces.

After the last gunshot in front of the Nkos Archives.

It was just that simple, just that simple, everything was destroyed. The first lord of Enkos who walked out of the shelter and decided to save all the gerbils, he might have thought that his ideals would come to a standstill and could not be passed on, just like Enkos, which has stood for four hundred years but has never lost its light.

But he did not do nothing. He left behind this advanced intelligence that survived the golden age without being polluted, and left behind hope.

But it is obvious that it is difficult to keep hope, but it is very easy to extinguish it.

That was the golden age of the gerbil people, that once beautiful and prosperous era, but even the last bit of its afterglow can no longer be preserved.

But what does this matter to the rat people? They don’t care about the life, death and future of these natives.

(End of this chapter)