Chapter 214, Divine Transformation

The war came to the most tense moment, and a grand sacrifice began, praying for the blessing of the gods, but this grand sacrifice was not started by the rats.

The tallest and most majestic bear orcs put on heavy rock armor in this ceremony, pale mist emerged from the towering black round nose, and strange and sharp rocks climbed their bodies.

The king of the wolf orcs once again gathered a huge number of wolf knights, and the rippling green light flowed around all the wolf knights like water.

The gnolls, the gnolls drove the huge servant army over.

There were also centaurs, the centaurs fought the most desperately, and all the centaur priests gathered together. In the grand sacrifice, the storm began to gather.

Various races, various armies, war machines, wild altars, strange rituals, and colorful lights soared into the sky.

The grassland races are indeed not good at machinery and casting, but among so many races, there is still an alien.

A group of short sheep orcs seemed to be very good at machinery and casting.

The war machines they built were exquisite and smooth, and even slightly higher than those of the rats.

But sometimes, the more advanced the weapons, the better.

The huge series of war machines of the rats had a much longer range and greater power than what the short sheep orcs had.

The young rats wearing shaking metal armor were driven to the battlefield in the first batch, waving their spears excitedly until they collided head-on with the bear orcs who were like mobile fortresses.

Like ants that were easily crushed to death.

The rat reinforcements accumulated in the rear fortress were the first to surge.

The war machines of both sides started shooting first, and the swollen rats with desperate screams were splashed onto the battlefield one after another.

One after another hideous scarlet area exploded on the battlefield.

Calibration, still calibration.

The excited Big Claw priest locked his target on the enemy's troops operating war equipment, and kept calibrating in one throw after another.

The vast magic aura began to flicker on this battlefield.

The magic cast by the rat priest once covered the sky.

Both sides did not want to drag it on any longer, and both sides put everything on the line, and the most brutal stage of the war began.

Flags appeared at the forefront of the battlefield, they were the kings and leaders of each race. Compared with them, the rats seemed extremely weak.

Rat War climbed up the platform, and the bloody phantom unfolded behind him. With a ferocious roar, the supervisory team began to press forward.

No matter what was falling from the sky, no matter what they were facing, it was time to move forward. The Eastern Expeditionary Force, which had been hiding in this scarlet pit for a long time, launched a charge towards the grassland coalition that surrounded it tightly, wanting to merge with the rat reinforcements coming from the rear.

At this time, the wolf beastmen cut into the battlefield at a tricky angle, and once wanted to pierce through the Eastern Expeditionary Force's line.

But they were still blocked.

The senior rat priests showed their strength on this battlefield for the first time. They tore the hideous gullies on the ground. The advancing wolf knights suffered heavy losses and fell into the torn gullies in panic. The huge wolf knight army was cut into several scattered parts.

If the rat warriors in this area had not also suffered heavy losses under this terrifying magic, the rat warriors who rushed over would probably have directly dragged these wolf knights into the abyss of destruction.

Giving these guys a chance to breathe, the quality of the wolf knights is very good, and they quickly completed the preparations, but the rat warriors also rushed in again.

A huge rain of arrows fell, supported by the Centaur Knights wandering on the edge of the battlefield. The hideous cracks on the ground slowly healed and completely buried the unlucky guys trapped in them. The desperate wails echoed under the earth, but the surviving wolf knights were relieved.

In order to get rid of the rat warriors who kept pouring in, another round of divine arts was completed.

There were not many senior rat priests who came to this city, only twenty-three.

This was a number roughly equal to the high priests of the grassland coalition. Twenty-three senior rat priests who could compete with the high priests of various races in the grassland coalition. If the high priests of weak races such as rabbit people and fox people could really be regarded as true high priests, then the strength of both sides in this regard was probably equal.

Another round of powerful divine arts was launched.

The wolf orc king blew the horn at his waist again in shock and anger. The vast horn sound wanted to save the wolf knight in his hand, but this time the terrifying elemental shock did not fall on these wolf knights at all.

The Centaur Knights wandering on the edge of the battlefield were in trouble and wanted to flee in panic, but how could they escape the divine magic cast by many senior ratman priests?

Sharp rock spikes emerged from the ground and did not disappear with time. One after another, the centaurs were lifted high and pierced by these rock spikes. With various expressions, if no one took them down, they would quietly wait to rot on these stone pillars. A ritualistic sacrifice in a war came from the senior rat priests who loved the great gods.

The surviving centaurs did not dare to stay where they were and began to run flexibly along the battlefield.

The wolf orcs began to break through, and a terrifying hurricane was finally accumulated.

Starting from the altar where the centaurs priests gathered, the terrifying hurricane that connected the sky and the earth swept the forefront of the war first. Those young rat warriors who were already in a shaky state under the impact of the heavily armed bear orc warriors suffered heavy damage.

In panic, they were taken to the sky by the hurricane. Soon, the blue hurricane was stained with a hint of dazzling red. Countless young rats were splashed on the rat line by this tyrannical hurricane like raindrops.

Young ratmen fell like meteors, and some of the lucky ones did not really die until they landed.

The morale of all the ratmen armies was severely hit.

This was a thorny problem. The morale of the Eastern Expeditionary Force was on the verge of collapse in the long war, and this war was not supported by Rat War alone.

The shaking war clock tower was pushed onto the battlefield, and the harsh bells suppressed all the noise on the battlefield.

Everything was so chaotic.

Scarlet was smeared on any corner of this cruel battlefield, intertwined with each other, and there was no retreat.

Rat War killed a fox king carrying a flag, and lifted the body high with a blood-red spear, and provoked the opponents in front of him who also carried flags.

The violent hurricane swept into the depths of the battlefield and rushed forward.

The bear warriors that he had swallowed were revealed again. These heavy bear warriors were not brought to the sky. The violent hurricane had little impact on them. Only the rock armor attached to their bodies was broken a lot. This was not a big problem. In the thick yellow light, the heavy rock armor was still growing and filling the missing positions.

There was just some more commotion, and a touch of red appeared in their eyes.

The killing aura of the rat priest was a double-edged sword, dragging everything on the battlefield to a complete fight to the death.

But these bad guys didn't care. They danced wildly, witnessing the chaos in front of them, and reveling in the diffuse blood.

These heavily armed bear orc warriors could no longer suppress the scarlet in their eyes. Reason began to fade. In the violent roar, the beastly nature overwhelmed everything. They crawled down and charged violently like a real giant bear.

Like a wild beast, they abused this battlefield.

A bell tower was targeted by a violent heavy-armored bear orc warrior. Because of the noisy and piercing bells, the bitter fruit of their own actions eventually returned to the rat priests themselves. Amid the horrible collision, the towering bell tower was shaky.

Fleeing in panic, only the rat priest on the top of the bell tower seemed to be addicted to the piercing bells and did not react until the towering bell tower collapsed.

The violent heavy-armored bear orc warriors angrily trampled on the towering bell tower, and the red-eyed rat warriors around rushed up.

A miserable guy climbed out of the ruins with difficulty. It was the focused rat priest. He did not die in the collapsed bell tower. When he looked up, he saw the swarming rat warriors.

The expression of despair appeared on his face. These red-eyed guys did not care whether he was a priest or not. The desperate scream only echoed once in this area.

A neat team appeared from behind the ratmen, and their bright silver armor was so eye-catching on the battlefield. They were the temple guards. They joined the battlefield, and their goal was the unfinished holy revenge.

The blood-colored gold-patterned flags fluttered on the battlefield, and they laid down their lances and began to charge towards a corner of the battlefield with a clear goal.

The surviving centaurs noticed the temple guards' intentions and gathered together, but this made the temple guards speed up a bit.

All centaurs must die!

The galloping temple guards overwhelmed the gathered centaurs, and the remaining momentum overwhelmed the ongoing sacrifice. One by one, the centaurs priests were nailed to the ground and their bodies were cut off by these tyrannical temple guards.

The temple guards began to fight against the various troops of the grassland coalition gathered in the rear.

These temple guards killed everything around them crazily in a tyrannical and manic state.

However, it did not have any decisive effect on the outcome of this chaotic war.

The violent hurricane that connected the heaven and earth did not dissipate immediately after losing control. It became more unstable and more dangerous, smearing on the battlefield like an eraser. Everything on the battlefield became its target.

No one would have the courage to deal with such a thing, but at this time, the battlefield was covered with scarlet.

This hurricane exerted its power to the maximum, absorbing too many warriors from various races, until it exceeded a critical point, the operation of the hurricane was stagnant, and suddenly exploded, and a heavy rain fell on this chaotic battlefield.

This heavy rain was composed of countless corpses of different kinds.

The influx of rat warriors quickly filled the gaps in this battlefield, fighting everything in front of them in the chaos.

The violent grassland tribal warriors tore through the lines of defense in anger.

The king of the wolf orcs raised his head and his eyes fell on the rat war who was fighting fiercely with the leaders and heroes of various races on the front line of the war.

He blew the horn at his waist again.

His eyes were also stained with a trace of blood.

In this cruel battlefield, heroes are also not immune.

Fighting fiercely with each other.

The war has come to this point, and the victory or defeat is no longer determined by the guys standing on this battlefield.

This world has gods, and each god is the real protagonist of this world.

The sky suddenly changed color.

The gods of the grassland could not bear it any longer. Such a war was too cruel. The huge losses had reached the point where even they, as gods, felt distressed.

Especially the demigod worshipped by the centaurs. The centaurs were almost extinct on this battlefield. Even if they won in the end, the centaurs would also decline. Moreover, the large-scale death of priests would inevitably bring about a shake in their faith.

He lowered his anger and was very cautious.

He restrained his strength a little, and most of his attention was still on Du Yuan in the distance.

The gods of the grassland were on full alert.

Waiting for Du Yuan's response, but Du Yuan did not give any response.

He just sat and watched all this happen.

The centaur god's action of holding back his strength caused a terrifying shock on this grassland.

He mastered the priesthood of wind and also controlled the power of wind.

The wind began to gather. This terrifying wind gathered in one area, almost crushing everything in this area.

The area chosen by the Centaur God to attack was the scarlet pit dug by the rats, and there were still a large number of rat troops wandering in this pit.

It seemed as if the sky was about to fall. The scarlet pit that was reinforced by repeated calcinations began to collapse, layer by layer, without much fear wandering and screaming. At the moment the wind came, the rats in the pit all rushed to death, and there was not even a time for fear.

The whole city was destroyed, but the Centaur God showed a trace of surprise.

A flag stood up, standing up in the direct attack of the god.

The scarlet light held up and withstood the downward wind, relying on a fluttering flag, the flag of the Central Expeditionary Force blessed by Du Yuan.

Du Yuan still did not move.

The Centaur God was also ruthless and launched another attack.

But suddenly, he sensed the threat and looked at Du Yuan not far away in horror.

A terrifying aura appeared on him and grew stronger as time passed.

His divinity was finally fulfilled.