Oh, Milagliano.
Oh, the City of Eternity.
Now, Tyrell was going to die!
The city that symbolized Tyrell's glory and highest artistic achievement was now in a sea of fire.
The Skaven Rats passed through the city and burned everything with fire and poison gas.
Dong, dong, dong.
The bell that symbolized the death of the Horned Rat was ringing, and the Gray Prophets were singing the Horned Rat's name. The General of the Rats, Pascrit, looked at his army with satisfaction.
"Yes, yes, the Horned Rat has foretold the end of the world. The end of the human race and Milagliano has come!" Dozens of Skaven warlords danced in ecstasy under the leadership of the General of the Rats.
In fact, the Tyrellians were very powerful, at least compared to Estalia. Milagliano's strong fortifications and a large group of legendary mercenaries also made the Skaven Rat Men afraid.
However, all this disappeared with the death of Borgir, the Besieger.
The power of the Senate came from the people, but it was always controlled by a few mercenary leaders and opportunistic politicians. Those who wore golden crowns were either gray-haired or seriously ill.
Prince Tyrell? He was a real fat pig.
Greed, deceit, viciousness, murder, war, betrayal, and conspiracy among the princes of the cities were the eternal melody of Tyrell.
Now, the bell rang, and the city that claimed to be able to resist any attack for three years couldn't even stop the Skaven Rat Men for three days!
"The Bell of Disaster rang for the thirteenth time. I heard the bell ringing. A rat god has come!"
"The Horned Rat has come to the world. He will destroy everything until he wins!"
Dong, dong, dong.
When Duke Leopold led his nobles and the Arabisi Pahi cavalry to break out of the encirclement, an urgent voice came from afar, "Here! Brothers! "
Leopold looked up and saw a large bar called Big Bird Turn. The bar was now heavily guarded by the human army. The shutters on the second, third, and fourth floors were all open, and hundreds of crossbows were sticking out. The heavy crossbows of Tyrell could even penetrate heavy armor!
It was Milagliano's elite archers, the legendary mercenary group!
Their leader, Maximilian Damak, was shouting for the people to retreat to a safe place so that they could resist the enemy!
The crossbows pulled the trigger again and again, shooting the Skaven Rat Men into sieves, and all of them were headshots.
At the same time, the horns sounded in two other places.
The legendary mercenary group, Katraza's Birdmen, joined the battlefield! Gliders wearing bird masks and flying gliders entered the battlefield!
The legendary mercenary group, Borgir's Siegers! The mercenary group was no longer as strong as before because of Borgier's death, but at this critical moment of the city's survival, they still stood up bravely. More than four hundred heavily armored soldiers formed a powerful circular shield wall in the square of Milagreno, ready to defend the cathedral of the Goddess of War, Milmedia.
Plate armor, tower shields, and heavy crossbows. This was the last of Milagliano's stubbornness!
The horns sounded one after another, temporarily suppressing the sound of the Bell of Woe. The morale of the human army was slightly restored. In the blink of an eye, half of the city had fallen, and tens of thousands of people had died on the spot. The rest of the human army began to resist the attack of the Skaven Rat Men. However, except for the legendary mercenary groups, the resistance did not form any special organization.
The reason was simple. In the Milagliano Senate, dozens of politicians and military officers were lying in pools of blood. In the shadows, the Assassin Rats of the Isin Clan were engaged in a fierce battle with another legendary mercenary group, V for Vendetta. Both sides suffered heavy losses. The bodies of the Assassin Rats were scattered all over the corridors and seats of the Senate. Even three Master Assassins were killed in the battle.
But in the end, the Assassin Rats of the Isin Clan came out on top. The captain of V for Vendetta, Westello, escorted the current prince of Milagliano, the white-haired old Cesar Paul Boggart, to retreat.
Since then, the defenders of Milagliano had no leader. The soldiers who were fighting on their own did not receive any support, and they did not even know what their mission was.
Marshal Westello easily commanded the Skaven Rat Men to destroy them. Then, he turned his attention to the resistance in the city.
After a few hours of fierce fighting, more than half of Milagliano had fallen.
The Milmidian Cathedral of the Goddess of War had now turned into a sea of fire. This historical site with three thousand years of history was collapsing under the bombardment of the Dimensional Stone Lightning Cannon. Broken fences and dilapidated walls were everywhere.
The last believers of the Goddess of War and the Eagle Knights were guarding the front, trying to protect the cathedral. The ascetics were whipping themselves while bleeding and crying for help from the Goddess of War. None of them tried to escape. If this was the end of the fate of mankind, then they would fight to the last moment to protect the cathedral.
"Bomb! Bomb them to death! " The Dimensional Stone Lightning Cannon bombarded the towers of the cathedral, blowing up the most typical and largest Gothic building of the Old World. One by one, the towers collapsed. The pointed arches, pilasters, window lattices, and hundreds of minarets were bathed in flames.
However, what annoyed the Skaven Rat Men was that the main hall of the cathedral seemed to be protected by some kind of power. The poisonous gas of the Viper Grenadiers could only corrode the surface of the stone, and the Dimensional Stone Lightning Cannon only left a small dent on it.
"It's that statue! Destroy that statue! Destroy it! " The Rat Men soon discovered the statue of the Goddess of War in front of the cathedral. As the Rat Marshal screamed, several Storm Rat Trolls created by the Mord clan rushed up. They used brute force to pull down the golden statue of the Goddess of War and then trampled it to pieces.
The protection of some kind of power faded away. The Skaven Ratmen came rolling in, their spears and machetes taking care of everything. As the last combat priest fell at the entrance of the cathedral, the door was smashed open. The main cathedral made of white marble instantly turned into hell on earth. The crazed Skaven Ratmen plundered everything of value to them. Then, the hungry slave rats grabbed every refugee hiding in their hiding place and ate them alive for a feast.
The Brera Gallery, which used to be a sacred art center, was now a dead land. Hundreds of famous paintings that represented the essence of human art and civilization for thousands of years were either torn apart by the Ratmen or burned to ashes. The happy Ratmen clan rats were defecating and peeing on the exquisite paintings and sculptures.
The glorious Milagro Theater, the stage that even Forgan praised, was now full of filth. Hundreds of human captives were executed and dismembered on the spot just to satisfy the Rat Men's endless thirst for food.
The National Library of Tyrell was occupied by the Skaven Prophets and Engineering Sorcerers. They picked out the useful books and burned the countless works that were more valuable than gold, including science, philosophy, history, geography, and law that symbolized the achievements of mankind over the past thousands of years.
Every historical site was desecrated and every landscape was destroyed. The once glorious civilization was destroyed by the Skaven Rat Men. Only the military factory was preserved because it contained gunpowder and a large amount of equipment that the Rat Men needed.
Rumors and panic spread wildly among the crowd. The sound of fighting and the sound of burning flames seemed to be coming from all directions.
Finally, the surviving soldiers gathered in the Milagro Square. The thousands of elites formed by several legendary mercenary groups formed a strong resistance. Wave after wave of Rat Men troops tried to break through the defense of the defenders, but to little avail. The brave soldiers formed a strong shield formation and relied on the spears and crossbows of Tyrell to keep the Rat Men at bay.
Poison gas grenades, Dimension Stone Lightning Cannons, and Plague Catapults were temporarily trapped by the solid walls of the square and could not cause enough damage. The slave rats and the clan rats were defeated one after another and soon collapsed.
The defenders rejoiced at the temporary victory and burst into cheers.
Until the bell rang.
Dong!
Dong! Dong!
“DOOOOOM！！！”
The death knell rang, and more Ratmen surged forward. These Ratmen were different from the trash from before. They were true elites. The army of Storm Rats entered the battlefield in droves. These elite Ratmen with crimson eyes and armed with swords, shields, or halberds obviously wouldn't be defeated so easily.
The Plague Incense Burner Monks from Persiron waved their incense burners filled with gifts from the Horned Rats and joined the battle. Even the rats themselves did not dare to get too close to the Horned Rats. The rupture of any fester or abscess could cause dozens of Ratmen to meet the Horned Rats together.
"Fire!" Dozens of cannons opened fire at the same time. The thunderous explosions plowed deep trenches in the ranks of the Storm Rats and the Plague Monks. Blood and flesh flew everywhere.
The legendary mercenary group, Bronzino's Cavalry Cannons, joined the battle. The cannoneers used their horses to pull the cannons and galloped across the battlefield in an attempt to stop the next attack.
“DOOOOOM！！！”
Despite the determination of Tyrell's legendary mercenaries, the ratfolk's attacks seemed to be endless. Every time the bell rang, the ratfolk's morale would quickly recover and they would regroup. Like a tidal wave, the ratfolk swarmed towards the human frontlines. The plague monks scrambled to be first, scratching and clawing everywhere. Any human who touched them would instantly be covered in rashes.
Right now, thousands of mercenaries and Tyrell's local defenders were the city's last hope. After facing hundreds of assaults, the defenders had lost more than half of their forces. The remaining soldiers kept retreating until they reached the bottom of the famous Leaning Tower of Leonardo. There, the sturdy shield formation, the cannons on the tower, and the exquisite design of the defensive cannons became the defenders' last hope.
The sturdy shield, the invincible Tortoise Crossbow, and the full-body armor of Milagliano. The two famous mercenary groups, Milagliano's Marksmen and Borgir's Besiegers, put aside their differences and fought together until the very end. Their shield withstood the most severe test, but the Rat Men could not break through.
That was until the Skaven Rat Men sent out a counterattack.
Eight Mutant Rat Trolls were inlaid with terrifying Dimensional Stone Armors. With their strong bodies, they charged through the thousands of crossbows and overturned the shield wall.
The Dimensional Stone Armors were deployed and they killed the crossbowmen and flying Birdmen one by one.
When the Rat Men entered the battlefield, the barrage of bullets was so fierce that the human army could not even raise their heads.
In the end, four Wheels of Destruction rushed into the battlefield under the control of the Skuli Engineers. They crushed everything in their path. Any human effort was laughable under the sharp blades of the Wheels of Destruction.
Finally, when a Wheel of Destruction exploded due to a jam and swallowed an entire human army, the defenders of Milagliano collapsed. They fled in all directions, leaving only the bravest and most tenacious mercenaries.
The valiant mercenaries fought until dawn and finally died. As the sun rose, all that was left of the once glorious Milagliano was a ruin and a hellish scene. The death of a hundred thousand people covered the streets and buildings with blood and bones. All the livestock and humans who did not manage to escape in time were devoured. The rat-men needed food, a lot of food. They had too many mouths to chew and too many stomachs to fill.
Victory for the Skaven!
Victory for the Horned Rats!
Loud cheers rang out.
"Topple the Leaning Tower!"
"Topple the Leaning Tower!"
"Topple the Leaning Tower!"
Hundreds of thousands of Skaven Ratmen's roars of victory resounded throughout the ruined city. Their voices were heard inside and outside the hundreds of smoke pillars. Countless ropes were attached to the Leaning Tower, the pinnacle of Engineering Leonardo's design.
As the tilting tower fell to the ground and exploded into pieces, the Skaven Ratmen no longer felt happy.
The Leaning Tower, the symbol of human civilization and the pinnacle of architecture, had been destroyed and ravaged. All the treasures, civilization, books, and works of art had been burned to the ground. How happy was that!
And this was only the first step in the destruction of the world. Even though tens of thousands of people had escaped, the Skaven Ratmen did not panic at all. The Devil Rat Commander immediately gave the order to offer this city to the great Horned Rat God.
Then, after a short rest, we will prepare to continue the great Holy War that belongs to Skaven!
"For the Horned Rats!"
… I'm doing this for the Horned Rat's section break …
Old World, Empire Year 2522, April.
The news of Milagliano's destruction did not spread quickly. The reason was simple: the Skaven Rat Men had blocked the passage between the Gray Mountains and the Black Mountains, leaving only the way to the south.
Therefore, it was only a few days after Milagliano's destruction that the southern cities received the news.
Several princes tried to assemble an army in a hurry, but the southern kingdoms did not have a decent military service system. There were only regular soldiers and mercenaries. The former had not experienced a battle of this level for many years, while the latter were few in number.
What should I do?
Forget it, I have to ask for help from the old world!
Messengers set off from Tyrell to the Empire and Brittany to ask for help!
On the same day as Milagliano's destruction, Tobalo of the Kingdom of Estalia received a warning from an Amazon warrior.
However, Tobalo encountered the same problem. Without a translator, no one could understand what the savage was saying.
The savage was even welcomed. Some Tobalo merchants took the initiative to entertain the Amazon warrior and invited her very sincerely. "I see that your eyes are very pure. Have you ever thought of doing something for the tourism of your hometown?"
Since there was a language barrier, the Amazon warrior had no choice but to leave.
Two days later, Tobalo disappeared from the map. The historical city, which had been an important port city since the beginning of the Elven Empire, had completely disappeared. No one knew what happened to Tobalo.
Estalia finally realized that the situation was worse than Tyrell's. Estalia, which had been peaceful for hundreds of years, did not even have a decent standing army except for the Paladins.
Ask for help! Ask for help from the old world!
Just like that, Estalia and Tyrell's request for help finally reached the desks of the imperial court and the Brittanian court after going through untold hardships.
"What? Milagliano and Tobalo have been completely destroyed? "
"The Skaven Rat Men came out of the Withering Swamp in full force?"
The old world was shocked.
The next question was immediately placed on the table of the Empire and Brittany.
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