From Skaven to God-King of War

In the end, it was Sheng Qi who took the blame for this failure.

But he was not punished in any way.

Still firmly sitting in the position of commander of the Great Western Expeditionary Force.

But some things are more unforgettable than punishment.

These guys exaggerated the guilt of losing the war.

The failure of a war turned into incompetence in their mouths, and became the neglect and incompetence of the gods in the war between gods.

Such an accusation would be almost devastating to a priest.

Sheng Qi's path to becoming a priest seems to have almost reached a dead end.

Even though he walked beside every senior priest with a smile, even though he never showed any danger.

But these greedy and disgusting guys still pushed him to a dead end without hesitation.

What they need is a commander who can only be obedient and use it as a weapon, not a colleague who can hold a weapon.

Even after the charges were laid, these guys didn't hide their disgusting faces.

We put on a show that we have worked hard and you are irreplaceable, and you will still be the commander-in-chief of the Western Expeditionary Force.

Revenge, work hard, for the sake of God.

Or for those greedy rats.

Does an incompetent priest who neglects the gods deserve merit?

When this name was determined.

Except for the blessing from the gods, who else can absolve him of his guilt.

Who will his merits be handed over to in the end?

Sheng Qi's face became gloomy in this deserted corner.

Those damn guys were still fooling him into thinking he was a stupid young rat-man.

The only one who can save him is God.

But thanks to God's blessing, a few rat people are so honored.

He will soon be firmly tied to the position of commander of the Western Expeditionary Force, and become a pet that is deliberately excluded from the group by the senior rat priests.

It is impossible for him to let go of the rights he has grasped.

Once he puts these aside, he is really just an ordinary young ratman priest.

A young priest who neglects the gods and is incompetent.

But he clung to the power in his hands.

So what will he gain?

Nothing is gained.

He did not become the commander-in-chief of the Western Expeditionary Force because of the group of priests. He had always been the commander-in-chief of the Western Expeditionary Force.

The battle flag given by the gods was held in his hand, which was proof.

But why did it become like this?

for some resources.

After only being given some equipment, some young rat men, and some blood mushrooms, Sheng Qi happily set out with his army in order to find coal mines for these guys.

After a huge defeat, he was collared without hesitation.

Just using some resources.

It's just that it's too late to regret it now.

Nothing changes.

Soon after, his name was confirmed.

Sheng Qi became an incompetent commander who neglected the gods, and the merits he gained from the war he started had nothing to do with him anymore. All of this was for atonement.

And to what extent does atonement need to be done, and how long does it take to atone for it?

It's not up to him to have the final say. The White Rat simply won't care about such things.

The great god who is so high above will not lower his gaze because of such a farce.

Then who is left who has the most authority to explain the matters of the gods? They can only be the group of senior rat priests.

Sheng Qi has no choice.

Compared to those old senior priests, he looked so immature.

But he's not stupid.

The group of senior ratmen wanted him to be a tethered pet, a tool pushed out to fight, and at the same time, he had better be grateful to them.

He would never allow it.

I will never sit still and wait for death. I will never sit still and wait for death.

He couldn't accept this ending.

He won't let these damn guys get what they want, but he doesn't have the ability to flip the table over a disagreement like Rat Zhan, nor does he care about these false things like Long Claws.

It seemed that he couldn't struggle, but in his crazy thoughts, Sheng Qi came up with an idea and decided to implement it.

Since he can't deal with these disgusting guys, he will support a group of guys who can deal with these disgusting guys.

Shengqi made such a decision.

In that resentment.

But as a trapped chess piece, what chance does he have to choose?

One of the pieces on the chessboard moved to support another piece against the player.

No matter how you look at it, it seems like a fantasy.

But Sheng Qi has a good vision, or maybe he is lucky. He has chosen a very special group of people, a group that no one cares about for the time being.

The Great Claw Priests, or the Great Claw Priests who control giant war machines.

Sheng Qi, a rat man who is good at long-sleeved dance, made the most important gamble of his life today.

Already running out of options, he put everything he had into a type of unknown big-claw priest.

A class of people who were assigned to operate the dangerous giant catapult full-time were also destined to become the Great Claw Priests of all subsequent operators of dangerous machinery.

To bet on a possibility that he himself didn't even believe.

In that ruined city, there is a strange big-clawed priest who is a superb mechanic.

He was also the designer of those large toys sought after by the Skaven Priests.

But he is most famous for his constant gibberish.

Sheng Qi didn't know whether his choice was right or wrong, but he had risked everything in the darkness.

The eyes were bloodshot and extremely red.

The actions of the group of senior rat priests shattered his hesitant dream in one fell swoop. What kind of big shot was he?

Perhaps in the eyes of those senior rat-man priests, he had always been just a lucky young rat-man boy.

This gap was like ants gnawing at his heart, and it also made the young guy Sheng Qi gradually go crazy.

This is a taste that every rat man has to taste.

The war is temporarily over.

The half-elves did not chase them out of the canyon, and the ratmen began to shrink their defense lines. The densely packed ratmen were entrenched in the hills where the coal mine existed.

Complex ravines and tunnels were built.

Soon, this modest mountain range was essentially becoming a complex fortress.

Naturally, the half-elves couldn't bear this.

The half-elf elders arrived, and powerful spells were prepared.

However, they were interrupted on the spot by two senior priests hiding in the underground fortress.

The chaotic elements give the air near the coal mine mountains a bit of impatience.

At the same time, the disappeared rat priests also officially appeared, and various small spells streaked across the sky.

The two senior ratman priests were unable to deal with the gathering of half-elf elders.

But it is not difficult to make these half-elf elders unable to do anything.

Various small magic spells whizzed past and exploded in the sky.

In the excitement of the spell, the elemental reactions near the hill quickly became chaotic, and the chaotic elements refused anyone's request to mobilize.

In one fell swoop, most of the abilities of those half-elf elders were eliminated.

But not the rat people. The agitation of the elements did not prevent some special spells from taking effect, such as the eagle eye spell and the madness spell.

The mountain warriors have launched several charges in the past few days, but in most cases they have failed.

Fighting with the group of red-eyed ratmen in the newly dug complex tunnel was not a wise choice.

Until they find out they have to.

Wave after wave of rat men are arriving in a steady stream.

And it continued to fill in the hills and disappeared.

And as time went by, tunnels were dug outside the hills.

All the rat men were invisible.

This made the half-elves very uneasy.

Until one after another began to spread deep into the hills and towards their country, they discovered the underground tunnels.

Such signs completely interrupted their plans and their possibility of driving the rat people out of the hills in one step.

Too much time was spent dealing with those sprawling underground tunnels.

The forest warriors fearlessly broke into the deep tunnels and fought to the death with the rat people rushing inside.

But they didn't know that this was something the rat people deliberately set out to do for them.

For smooth mining.

The senior rat-man priests of Waste City urgently need the development of mineral veins, and the war must be temporarily compromised under their wishes.

For a hobby that has recently become popular among the Skaven Priests.

Cast a huge sacred bell, and then invite famous craftsmen to carve your own deeds on it.

In essence, this is not much different from carving on a stone wall.

Perhaps the giant bell made of metal is rarer, more precious, more wasteful, and can better highlight its status.

This created a need for iron, lots of iron, lots of iron.

Under the pressure of such demand.

At this time, the coal mine garrisoned by the Western Expeditionary Force became extremely important.

Slave rats arrived in batches, and big-clawed priests arrived in batches. Each slave rat was driven towards the surface mine veins that were ignited by the flames.

Using simple tools, or even no simple tools, he was constantly cleaning the ignited red coals while being whipped by the Big Claw Priest.

It’s hard to describe this scene, it’s probably a buffet barbecue.

The roasted slave rats will be randomly abandoned in a fixed place, which greatly relieves the logistical pressure on the rat people.

When a group of slave rats died completely and lost the possibility of working.

Another group of slave rats waiting aside will be driven forward during the whipping.

It took three full days, when the last piece of red coal was grabbed and taken out by the numb slave rat.

This coal mine vein, which has swallowed the lives of many slave rats and will swallow the lives of many slave rats in the future, has just entered the mining stage.

Groups of rat priests swarmed in.

In that unprovoked trend, metal and giant bells became the favorites of the rat priests.

Along with the coal mines used for metal smelting, it has also become an extremely scarce thing, black blood stone.

Some priests gave these dark stones this title.

Continuous amounts of supplies were sent into the rolling hills.

It contains a large number of cave mushrooms. Thanks to the enlightenment of time and mathematics, the chaotic and bloated logistics system of the rat people has finally been sorted out.

At least the rat priests who were in charge of logistics finally came up with the idea of ​​unified planning for the cave mushroom cultivation rooms that were densely dotted across the barren mountains.

After figuring out some basic things.

The rat priests in the underground rat city were surprised to find that they suddenly had a large number of cave mushrooms.

These cave mushrooms were naturally supplied to several other rat-man cities, and were taken by the rat-man priests to every place where rat-men were entrenched.

But to be fair, after leaving the barren mountains, few ratmen like to eat these bland cave mushrooms that have lost moisture during long-distance transportation and become extremely tough, even if their audience is the humble slave rat.

Even the fresh green sprouts on the grass are much more delicious than these damn mushrooms.

But the rat people in this hilly area have no choice.

Because of their actions of setting fire to the mountains, and because of their huge size, the hills they occupied could no longer support these rat people.

Not even insects could be dug out of the burnt black earth.

And batch after batch of slave rats are still arriving.

As a result, this place has become the main dumping ground for metamorphic cave mushrooms produced in the barren mountains.

How could some Ratmen who had seen real food accept these spoiled dried mushrooms?

From time to time, you will see some rising black smoke near that hill. If you are curious and go to check, you will find some gnawed rat-man bones full of tooth marks.

do not panic.

This is a special delicacy.

The area fell into an eerie calm.

The rat people were busy mining, and the half-elves were busy fighting with the rat people in the tunnels. Everyone seemed to have something to do.

By the way, there's Sheng Qi.

The nominal commander-in-chief of the Western Expeditionary Force has not shown up for a long time.

All they knew was that he was hiding in the deepest part of the underground tunnel, guarded by the idle rat-men running knights, but he was never seen showing up again.

Don't know what I'm doing.

But no rat man cared about it, everyone seemed to have their own things to be busy with.

Those who dig mines, those who make snacks, those who make snacks, and those who hunt mice.

Not long after, a temple was even built.

A group of temple guards also followed the temple and moved into this newly established complex stronghold.

Is Sheng Qi really fishing, or is he feeling depressed because of the heavy blow?

Not really.

He just went to meet a rat man.

Although he didn't listen to a few words when facing this guy, even a guy like Sheng Qi, who talked a lot, the corners of his mouth began to twitch involuntarily.

But there is no way.

He needs patience, or to be more precise.

He had no choice.

For this reason, he could only endure and listen.

Listening to the arrogant and unrealistic words of the guy waving his big claws opposite.

"Honorable Commander-in-Chief of the Seventh Rope, you only need to pay a small price, and you can get great rewards. This is great, isn't it? This is a glory comparable to that of the White Rat High Priest!"