All Things Must Rot!

The flames from the radioactive explosion began to surge and churn, then instantly coalesced into a raging inferno.

In this gloomy environment, it stands alone in the darkness like a bright flame in the silent night.

It burned with a majestic momentum, like an indomitable flame, struggling and churning in the cold night.

The intense firelight illuminated the surrounding scenery, as if trying to light everything up.

It grew hotter and brighter, and the orange-red light turned into white light.

Until it began to stretch and expand, gradually taking the shape of a giant dragon.

The outline of the fire dragon began to appear, its scales shimmering in the firelight, its eyes burning brightly like two blazing stars.

The fiery dragon began to soar through the air, its tail and wings made of blazing flames, like a fiery red cloud dancing in the night sky.

The blazing flames surged with the dragon's movements, as if imbued with life.

"Roar!"

The fiery dragon began to roar, its voice as powerful as a volcanic eruption, shaking the surrounding air.

The flames spewed from its mouth spread outwards, illuminating everything around it.

Divine Power surged at this moment, giving the flames all over his body a sense of ethereal lightness.

The Divine Power gradually materialized the flames, but stopped between illusion and reality.

Born from the combination of Divine Power and malevolence, Shen Hui didn't know whether this creature borrowed the power of the gods or whether the gods themselves had descended here.

But one thing is certain: it is either incredibly powerful!

The flames spread and raged through space, distorting and melting wherever they passed, as if the space itself would turn into a pool of liquid in the terrifying heat at any moment.

At the same time that the dragon god was born, the Great Horned Rat, summoned by the Skaven Ratmen, was also born.

The sphere, formed from the fusion of all the rotting corpses on the battlefield, had its outermost layer shriveled up after losing all moisture.

However, the features of various limbs can still be clearly seen, which gives it a unique kind of beauty.

"Click click click~"

The cracking sound came from inside the sphere; the shriveled outer layer was covered with a dense network of cracks.

"Thump~"

With a sound like a heartbeat emanating from it, the crack on the sphere completely split open.

Some of it crumbled into fragments and fell to the ground, while others remained attached.

Looking through the crack, crimson threads, like a spiderweb, stretched out from the inside out, and the fragments that hadn't fallen off were the outermost points where these crimson threads connected.

Then another sound, similar to a heartbeat, came from it.

"Thump~"

The threads inside emitted a red glow as they vibrated, dispelling the darkness within. The source of these red threads was revealed to be a cocoon resembling a heart at the very center of the sphere.

"Thump~ thump~"

The pulsation quickened, Divine Power began to revive, and even invisible forces spread out along with the pulsation.

"Thump~ thump~ thump~"

The throbbing sound grew faster and faster, the red light inside intensified, and finally, with a soft popping sound, the cocoon resembling a heart inside ruptured.

The red light disappeared, and the interior was plunged into darkness.

A rich divine aura emanated from it, accompanied by unsettling fear and a nauseating stench of decay.

The surrounding space was filled with a grayish-yellow aura of decay and withering.

A hoarse voice, carrying an ancient emphasis, rang out. "Everything must rot!"

As the sound faded, the shriveled outer shell that hadn't completely detached was instantly rotten, or rather, devoured by decay, leaving nothing behind.

A terrifying rat-man stands in mid-air.

He was hunched over, and several pairs of long, thin, winding horns grew on his head, like the tentacles of the most terrifying nightmare.

There is an inverted triangle mark on his forehead, with each intersection extending outwards, breaking the conventional mystical symbol, like a mark left by the erosion from the most ancient chaos.

Its eyes gleamed with a green light, devoid of any divinity, instead displaying an expression of boundless greed, evil, and cunning.

The exposed skin was covered with patches of pustules and signs of decay, but on His body, they appeared perfectly natural, like an exquisitely sculpted relief.

He appeared to be considerably larger than a Common ratman, but not exceptionally large; overall, he still looked very thin and frail.

But this frail rat-man figure carries an indescribable divine aura, just as He said, all things must decay.

Whether it's the literal meaning or the symbolic meaning, including space and time...

The appearance of the Great Horned Rat immediately drew cheers from the remaining ratmen on the battlefield; this was their faith, this was their god!

The colossal dragon that appeared alongside it was as imposing as a mountain in front of the Great Horned Rat.

But in the dragon's fiery, divine eyes, there also lay an extraordinary wisdom.

Before Him stood a deity, but this deity made Him feel uneasy, and the flames on His body seemed to tremble, instead becoming even more intense.

The colossal dragon soared through the sky, unleashing a torrent of flames at the location where the Great Horned Rat had appeared.

But as the flames drew closer to the Great Horned Rat, a Eldritch Beings scene unfolded.

The flames began to rot and decompose, emitting an abnormal green or grayish-yellow glow, until they disappeared completely.

The Great Horned Rat walked on air, and with each step it took, the ground it didn't touch turned into rotting mud, emitting a nauseating stench.

Those soldiers and mages who were still alive stared wide-eyed at the appearance of the Great Horned Rat.

Whether it was the protection they themselves provided through magic or skills, or the blessing bestowed upon them by the King.

All of this was consumed by decay upon the appearance of the Great Horned Rat, and a primal sense of dread instantly enveloped their hearts.

Aside from their eyes practically popping out of their sockets, they had no idea what to do next.

As the Great Horned Rat drew closer, the stench of decay grew increasingly palpable.

The taste seemed to emanate from my own nasal cavity or throat.

Some people feel something dripping down their nose and instinctively wipe it with their hand.

This smear, with rotting flesh and blood, covered the arm, and the face was truly twisted into a mess, although the nose or mouth had been smeared onto the arm.

Looking down at the arm, it was like ice cream melting on a hot day, rotting and dissolving into a puddle of foul water, revealing the stark white bones.

The stench of decay they detected was not merely a vague impression, but rather a direct result of their own decaying nasal passages or throats.