From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 442, Victor, Brown Hair, Great Pioneer, Madman
Of course, this is not a lucky thing.

This endless attention even turned this bloodline, this gift, into a curse.

In the experimental base.

As another batch of experimental materials lost their value, those crazy rat engineers had to start waiting. Fortunately, the next batch of goods and materials was about to arrive.

This experiment has reached the final stage. The genetic coding and decoding have been deduced to the last step. Logically, it should not fail, but it has not succeeded once.

There was some factor, some unknown factor that they could not perceive, that affected the outcome of the experiment and prevented the beautiful flower from being successfully born.

Victor, brown-haired, great pioneer.

This is an extremely outstanding Skaven engineer in the Skaven Empire, but also the craziest madman. He is a leader among the Royal Engineers and almost dominates the Skaven Empire's understanding of the Warp and the Spirit of the Warp.

But at this moment, he was particularly crazy.

The frustration of failure and the anger of not being able to understand why he failed made him scratch his hair frantically in the office.

Can you understand this feeling? It’s just one step away, just the last step away. But this last step, this last step, is so difficult that I can’t even find the reason for failure.

Genetics told him that his experiment would be successful, biology told him that his experiment would be successful, psionic power, soul theory, all this knowledge that the rat men possessed, all this knowledge that he was able to recognize, were all telling him that he would succeed.

But I still failed, still failed, in an age where I have no reason and I can't explain why I failed.

He considers himself a scholar and a seeker of knowledge. He is not afraid of challenges and he is not afraid of exploring the unknown. But damn it, damn it, this time, this time, he doesn't even know where the problem lies. It's like writing an essay without knowing the title, but in fact there is a title. It's like asking a monkey to type out an overview of genes. What should he do? What should he do? What can he do?
Fortunately, fortunately, it is not that there is no hope at all, it is not that there is no hope at all.

Those ratmen with psychic bloodline are a breakthrough.

A new batch of materials has arrived.

He, Victor, brown-haired, a great pioneer, is not a great engineer who likes exhaustive and wasteful work, but he does not want to fail even more, and he does not want this problem to bother him endlessly.

He was being driven crazy.

Damn it, maybe it wasn't so unacceptable to believe in the gear spirit. As long as this experiment could be successful, as long as the gear spirit could help him achieve this success and solve this problem, he would even be willing to kneel down and worship it every day.

Maybe he really should believe in the Spirit of Gear. In the last experiment, did he recite the name of the Spirit of Gear?
Head hurts.

This guy didn't seem to be in good condition. His eyes were bloodshot and his body was covered with patches of baldness. He looked extremely ugly.

However, he finally made a breakthrough. The psychic bloodline, or rather, the things contained in the psychic bloodline, was an important factor in allowing the ratmen to successfully integrate the abilities of those subspace creatures.

The last time, no, no, the last two times, or the third time, he almost succeeded. The experimental subject was an individual who had fully developed his psychic powers, but unfortunately, he still fell short, still fell short.

It's not because of physical fitness, but some kind of indescribable carrying capacity. Even though the experimental individual has developed his psychic power to the extreme, he still lacks the ability to carry the psychic energy of those subspace creatures.

How to improve this carrying capacity?

While pondering, he suddenly remembered something: a new batch of experimental subjects were about to arrive.

He put on a white coat, wiped some cold water on his face, and hurriedly left the office.

In the deepest part of the meteorite base, in a very warmly decorated room, a group of little ratmen gathered here, and each of these guys had an indelible look of fear on their face.

They are all small ratmen, and they cannot even be called ratmen boys because they are too small. But this is not surprising. After all, the gift will often only come to these young guys.

Bigger donors would often hide their tracks and be hard to catch, and they would be too unstable to be used as experimental subjects. So it seemed normal for these little guys to be sent here.

In front of this warm room, Victor, the great pioneer, stopped and adjusted his expression.

This is a necessary measure. Through repeated experiments, he found that doing so when meeting for the first time can make these little guys more cooperative in subsequent experiments, and their mood can also affect the success or failure to a certain extent.

The door opens.

There were shivering little guys in the room. This crazy guy, Victor, raised his hands with a gentle expression.

"Kids, welcome to your sweet home! Here, you will be well taken care of!"

At this time, a short rat-man hiding behind a huge pink doll made a timid sound.

"Can I go home? I don't want to be here!"

The sound was very small, but Victor still heard it clearly. He walked towards the mouse man hiding behind the big doll and picked it up. The little guy was scared and wanted to cry.

The other little ratmen were also scared and fled away, but unfortunately, the room was not big, and these little guys couldn't run far even if they wanted to.

There were no cruel scenes.

Victor just gently rubbed the head of the timid little guy, and took out a piece of colorful candy from his pocket very naturally.

A gentle voice sounded.

"Poor child, I'm so sorry, but I can't send you back. Have a piece of candy!"

The little one who was about to cry gradually calmed down under the effect of sugar, and those panicked little ones also calmed down, and many of them even became more eager for the candy in his hand.

Victor, this crazy guy didn't give out any more candies. The experiment must be done step by step. The same applies to these little guys. Don't rush things and take it slow.

In this way, they can become qualified. He put down the little guy in his hand and spoke to the little guys in front of him in a gentle manner.

"You are not ordinary children. I'm afraid you have also realized the power in your hands. This is a gift, but also a doom. If you were left in your original home, you would only be killed by those guys who have bad intentions and are jealous of your abilities. So I brought you here. Here, you can receive the best training, thoroughly develop your gifts, and become powerful!"

“Like this, like this…”

Before he could finish his words, a little kid excitedly answered.

"This way we can become powerful warriors to fight for the great emperor!"

Hearing the words of this little guy, a slight smile appeared on Victor's lips.

"Yes, this way you can become powerful warriors and fight for the great Rat Emperor!"

Just like that, the first meeting between the two parties ended with warm smiles until they left this cozy house. According to the list, there was an extremely precious material in this batch of test subjects, a little guy with innate awakened psychic talent.

Come to think of it, it seemed like that little guy who was always hiding in the dark and looking at me, a little white guy, was quite smart.

But it doesn’t matter, we still have enough time, and I hope you can really help your Uncle Victor get what he wants.

After taking off the disguise, all the gentleness on his face disappeared, and his expression became cruel and crazy.

Passing a corner, in a room on one side of the corner, a room that was once warm but now full of blood, a group of ratmen were busy cleaning up a pool of minced meat.

The pieces of flesh were not completely dead yet and were piled up in the corner of the room. It was impossible to see their original appearance clearly, but the mouth embedded in the flesh and blood was constantly closing, as if it was saying something, or calling out for something.

"Victor, uncle, it hurts so much!"

I murmured silently, it was a pity that no help or contact came, only those cleanup crews holding shovels and those guys' disgusted expressions.

"Another huge explosion. It's going to be so troublesome to deal with it!"

Some are just complaints like this.

In the currently tidy and cozy room, the little ones waited for their first meal since arriving at the studio.

It was very rich, with lots of meat, delicious mushroom soup, and candy. It was a very good meal. At least most of the little ones who came here had never eaten such good food.

It was very simple. Such a meal calmed them down, making them less panicked and more expectant. After all, being able to eat such good food would not mean harming them.

Maybe it is really as that guy just said, they will become strong here, become qualified warriors, and fight for the great emperor.

Maybe that's true.

………….

Yellow sand star.

The Ratmen's conquest and colonization of this planet have been slowed down, not because they lost the war. In fact, after destroying the City of Progress, the Ratmen have been winning battles time and time again and have almost never lost.

But the population is not enough. As for colonists, even though most of the planet is a desert and the usable area is not large, the problem is that the First Expeditionary Fleet can only send out a few ratmen colonists.

After retaining the basic population needed to maintain the operation of the fleet, plus the population to be incorporated into the army, there are not many colonial populations that can be sent out. Landing on this planet is like pouring a cup of sand into a desert.

The ratmen on the front line are constantly advancing, but after victory, victory, and victory, the subsequent colonial population is simply unable to keep up. Those oases that have been captured will soon be occupied by gerbils again. This is a very embarrassing situation.

In the final analysis, the First Expeditionary Fleet was unable to establish contact with the Ratman Empire. If a subspace channel leading to the Ratman Empire could be opened directly here, then there would be no need to worry about such problems. Colonial ships arriving at the Yellow Sand Star one after another would fill the planet up, leaving no space at all.

But now, it has become a real problem.

No matter how far the Ratman Legion advances or how many victories they win, the actual range of their control has not changed much, and the pressure is even greater.

A wider battle front requires more resources to maintain. Although each battle is basically a crushing victory, there will inevitably be some damage, and the harvest is not that rich.

This is really frustrating. On one of the few occasions, Qi had to worry about having too few ratmen in his hands.

In order to deal with such a situation, Qi had to start recruiting a group of obedient sand rats, or sand traitors and dogs, when there was no other way.

And unexpectedly, this was very easy to do, not difficult at all. The rats only needed to give some food, some clean water, and some captured weapons, then those wastelanders would gather around them, howling like the most loyal dogs.

They didn't care at all that they were working for a group of evil aliens, or even that the rat people might have carried out a raid on them not long ago.

I can only say that these guys really have a hard life.

After that horrific nuclear war, the world turned into a desert wasteland. Let alone civilization, rationality, and inheritance, these are all empty talk. Just the most basic and fundamental issue is not guaranteed for most of the survivors on this planet to survive.

Those who obtained more inheritance built tall cities and called themselves the heirs of the golden age, the real gerbil people. These lonely wastelanders became the real desert cockroaches.

They gather in groups, competing for those slowly disappearing depressions in this desolate world, those small oases that could be completely buried by a sandstorm at any time.

To them, everything is empty. Only survival and the food and water in their hands are real and practical.

In such a situation, it seems nothing strange that they would join the rat people without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)