The King of Elden does not die alone!

Some readers think that my copy jumps too fast. Let me explain here that this is an interlude.

It’s just a demonstration of the ability to travel through worlds, and it’s over in five or six chapters.

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When the Skaven began their charge, the scene was like an avalanche.

As the black fur mixed with the white blades rolled forward, the ratmen could not decide when to stop or whether they could stop. They would either be killed by the enemy in front of them or by their companions behind them, or there was a tiny possibility that all the ratmen hoped for - they could kill the enemy in front of them.

Then continue to charge with the rats, either being killed by the enemy in front of you, or by your companions behind you, or...

so repeatedly.

Felix Jaeger stood among the fully armed mercenaries, holding his magic sword named Carragher in his hand.

Felix managed to run back to the tavern where the mercenaries stayed and warned his companions of the arrival of the ratmen. Everyone drew their weapons and rushed into the street, their swords gleaming in the firelight.

The evil fire of the ratmen had not yet reached here, but Felix could see the color of the flames on the skyline.

But when he saw his friend, the dwarf Gotrek holding a battle axe, he couldn't help but feel relieved.

Gotrek is a dwarven butcher.

Dwarf Slayers are the strangest and deadliest of all dwarf warriors. They carry a heavy burden. The burden that the Slayers bear may be an irreparable sin, or an unforgettable hatred, or simply some personal pressure that their stubborn heads cannot relieve. In short, these burdens lead a small group of dwarves to embark on a bitter journey to destroy themselves and their enemies. All dwarf Slayers believe that this journey will end with a glorious death.

"It seems you have found our dirty little friend, man-cub." Gotrek's eyes were still shining with madness for battle as always.

"Yeah," Felix panted, trying to catch his breath as best as possible before the fight began.

"Then let us kill them!"

The group of ratmen rushed from the end of the cobblestone road and collided with the mercenaries.

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"Run quickly!"

Mia shouted with all her might.

The surviving group had reached their end, and Mia could even see the teeth of the ratmen chasing after them.

She jumped down from the height she was standing on.

The girl pursed her lips and breathed slowly and methodically through her nose.

Of course she was terrified, her heart pounding.

But she wanted to do something good that would be remembered by countless people, even in another world.

The last civilian passed by her, and the man couldn't help but look back at her, and saw a petite girl standing between death and life.

Mia had no intention of staying long. She could run as fast as these civilians could, but she would be the last one, and she had to keep some distance between the ratmen and the civilians.

The ratman pounced towards her. The girl shouted and wielded the golden sword in her right hand to neatly behead the clan rat.

A clear understanding of one's own strength can give people great confidence.

Facing the ratman pointing his blade at her and the seemingly endless tide of rats behind him, Mia took a step back.

Pray.

"Golden Fury!"

boom--

The golden shock wave burst out with overwhelming force, shaking the rat man and sending him flying.

Although this prayer is more effective when you are completely surrounded by ratmen.

But Mia wouldn't take that risk.

The dark mass of rats was like waves crashing into a hard rock, with waves breaking and water splashing.

All the charging ratmen flew backwards, the huge force causing their internal organs to shatter and blood to spurt out from their orifices. Then these flying ratmen crashed into the ratmen behind them, knocking down more ratmen.

The clan rats, who were originally being pushed forward by the storm rats and whose team was so densely packed, completely lost their balance because of the fall of their own kind in front of them.

After releasing the Golden Fury, Mia followed the fleeing crowd.

More and more ratmen were tripped and rolled into a ball.

But the clan rats, whose backs were pointed at by the sharp spears of the storm rats, were unwilling to stop.

The rats were chattering and pushing each other. Those at the back had no idea what was happening in front of them. These dirty rats would only see the benefits in front of them. They only knew that if they didn't move forward, they would be killed by the supervision team behind them.

But those who were knocked down by Mia couldn't stand up before their own kind stepped on them.

They were trampled at the bottom and scratched their fellows around them randomly.

The rats, unable to quickly clear out the troublemakers, naturally started stabbing each other.

Pathetic creature.

Mia looked at them and felt sick to her stomach.

Throw fire!

The scorching fireball flew into the rat group and exploded, instantly igniting the rat's stained gray and black fur.

What’s the saying?

Too much hair weakens the fire.

The flames spread rapidly among the huddled rats. The oil secreted by these incompletely evolved beasts to maintain their hair was a natural combustion agent. The rats' screams echoed through the night sky.

They could have avoided their burning companions.

But they are too crowded.

The storm rats behind them pushed them forward with their halberds, while Mia in front pushed them back with prayers. The rats watched helplessly as their companions, who were shoulder to shoulder, infected themselves with the fire.

This was even worse for the already chaotic ratmen army.

The clan rats and slave rats began to retreat again, but were soon pushed forward by the cold-blooded storm rats.

The leader of the rat people believes in one thing.

There is nothing that cannot be overwhelmed by the rat tide.

Death is the cornerstone of victory. When humans kill one ratman, two, five, or ten more ratmen will swarm in, chirping.

The rat tide retreated for a moment, then came back again.

After all, the killing range of fire is there.

If released once, at most only a dozen ratmen would be burned.

Even if those ratmen could spread the fire, the number of ratmen that could be harmed would be extremely limited compared to the entire ratman army.

It was only because of the limited width of the street that these ratmen paused for a brief moment. The limited width not only hindered the ratmen's attack, but also hindered Mia's career to a great extent, making it difficult for her to see how much success her prayers had achieved.

Mia seized this moment and tried to quickly catch up with the fleeing team that was already some distance away.

But the ratmen are faster than humans. Mia realized that if she just ran away, the pursuit of the ratmen would engulf everyone.

More obstacles must be created for the ratmen.

She once again focused her energy on the Holy Seal, but the attack she wanted to release was not a fire or a fireball.

Mia has confirmed that personal will can influence the effect of prayer.

So, what is prayer?

A religious ceremony in which religious people silently confess their wishes to God.

When Mia prays, to which god is she silently expressing her wishes?

Mia didn't know.

She simply focused her energy on the holy seal of the golden tree and did not pray to any god.

The power of the prayers she released came from herself. The blessing infused countless knowledge into her mind. She released the prayers by following a certain method to guide her own power, rather than praying to a certain god to bestow His gifts.

Just like the Faded in the game, they can use the prayers of all gods at will, and even the favor of two incompatible gods can be exerted on one person at the same time.

All the Faded Ones need to do is to "learn", to learn how to use the power of these gods for their own benefit.

The so-called "faith" is probably something like this: as long as you believe in something sincerely and pray with an unyielding will, you can achieve a miracle.

Even if you believe from the bottom of your heart: "I can do it", it is also a kind of faith. Believing from the bottom of your heart that you can do something and breaking through your limits with an unyielding will is also a kind of piety.

So, why can't Mia be more bold in using the power she already has?

Prayer also has a creator and is not static.

Michaela drew on the prayer that Radagon had given him and created two new prayers.

She had been able to control the scope and power of her prayers, so why not try more?

For example, Mia can control the power of fire with her own will. It can be as small as a lighter to light firewood, or it can be large enough to serve as her main output in battle.

Then why can't we control the shape and duration of the flame?

She can do it, she definitely can.

Energy gathered in the palm of his hand, and flames appeared in his hand, but they were neither sprayed out nor thrown out. Instead, they turned into a long and thin tongue of fire.

Mia turned around and waved her left hand. A long tongue of fire was swung around as if it had a physical body. Then the girl let the tongue of fire fly out of her hand. The flame was thrown in front of her. The moment it landed on the ground, it suddenly rose up to form a blazing wall of fire.

Walls of fire obscured views and blocked streets.

Believe in something like "I can do it", believe it from the bottom of your heart, and use your unyielding will to break through your limits.

Then, you have truly achieved a miracle.

Several ratmen who didn't have time to stop ran through the wall of fire, their bodies immediately caught fire and they rolled on the ground in pain.

The burning ratmen rolled out from behind the wall of fire one after another. Mia did not dare to stop and quickly caught up with the fleeing crowd that had already run dozens of meters away.

She knew the wall of fire couldn't last long.'

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Chapter 18. Rat Troll

Second update!

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Wilden never counted how many times he swung his sword.

There is no need to do anything in battle except to win.

Includes kill count.

When facing these endless weak enemies, no weapon can be as effective as the twin swords in his hands.

It's a simple truth that when wielded alternately with both hands, it can cause twice as much damage as other weapons.

He looked back in between the attacks. His height, which was two or even three heads taller than most of the people present, enabled him to see the end of the team at a glance.

The soldier saw Mia catching up, with a wall of fire in the background behind her.

Reassured, Wilden turned his head and swept his straight sword, cutting the three clan rats in half.

He saw a bridge in front of him, which was built over a waterway that flowed through a residential area. More importantly, there were no ratmen on the other side of the bridge for the time being.

The warrior's instinct told him that it would be a key point of contention.

These behind me... um...

Colorless?

After a few seconds of thinking, Wilden created a word to describe the civilians following him.

During this process, two more ratmen became victims of his sword.

Mia said that this is not the border. Obviously, the people living here have never seen the golden tree, and have never known what blessing is. They are different from the "Faded Ones" who have lost the blessing.

Therefore, Wilden felt that the term "colorless" was very appropriate.

These Colorless civilians who followed him might be able to escape from that bridge and ascend to heaven.

But he also knew that these Skaven would not give up.

He swung his sword as he thought.