From Skaven to God-King of War

The covenant between the human empire and the marine races ended faster than anyone thought.

The rapid collapse of the marine ecology made all beliefs become empty talk, and it may have something to do with Du Yuan.

In fact, all these disasters did come from Du Yuan.

Naga, fishmen, their gods could have saved them, but now, all the gods who should have been high and mighty have ended up in the same situation.

Nothing can be done.

Naga and fishmen did not wait for the response of the gods when they needed the help of the gods the most, so they naturally abandoned the gods they once worshipped devoutly without hesitation.

The covenant established by the gods was abandoned, and now these hungry guys don’t mind whether they eat humans or ratmen.

Struggling in this increasingly harsh ocean.

Their gods are not much different from the ending of these guys. They were abandoned by believers, their power was constantly declining, and they were excluded by the covenant of human gods without hesitation.

The human gods abandoned these two marine gods who had become worthless before the alliance without hesitation.

They were not even qualified to sign a covenant.

Curled up in a corner waiting for the final decision, the fishman demigod left first.

In the eyes of these demigods, Du Yuan had never been merciful, cold and bloodthirsty. The Naga demigod might have realized the fate of his own destiny at that moment.

Endless anger burned in his eyes. He did not choose to linger on, and used all he had to cast a curse.

He had no ability to curse the demigods present.

He had no ability to curse those treacherous human demigods, and no ability to curse that cold, cruel and terrifying guy.

So his curse fell from another angle and in another way, in the name of the Lord of the Sea. After the fishman demigod's path was cut off, he was the only ocean god in this small world. With the status of the Lord of the Sea, he let out a sharp and twisted roar at this moment.

"The ocean will swallow everything, in the name of the Lord of the Ocean!"

A dim blue crystal trident with a bit of ominousness appeared in front of the Naga demigod. He began to burn his authority and divine body, barely tearing a crack in the scarlet.

This trident, a dim blue crystal trident with a bit of ominousness, rushed into the crack in front of many gods present and disappeared.

His divine body began to collapse.

But it seemed that no god present cared about his sharp roar and so-called curse.

Or why did he feel that these guys in front of him would care about the resentment of a weak person.

A trident crossed the sky, dragging out a faint blue light. To some extent, this trident represents a status, and can also be used as a key, which comes from the Naga god's resentment towards human gods and Du Yuan.

As a key, this trident can provide an opportunity for the marine races, an opportunity to land on land.

As a person, He can give the right guy the opportunity to become a god.

It's not that there is no requirement. If you want to become a god with this trident, giving the marine races the opportunity to land on land is actually for that requirement.

If you want to become a god with this trident, you have to raise a big wave, submerge the continent, and destroy all the land races.

Perhaps you can call this trident the hatred of the Naga God.

The blue light plunged straight into the sea and disappeared in the vast sea.

On this day, a marine demigod who was extremely angry used everything he had, leaving behind the anger of impotence and rage.

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In the desolate mountains, the underground rat city, and the temple that was not wide enough.

The scene here does not seem to be much different from before, but it is not surprising. As a sacred and respected place, it is indeed unlikely that there will be major changes.

The pillars were carved with intricate patterns, the altar in front of the pillars was not complicated but had an indelible scarlet and bloody smell, a small blood lake, a pyramid in the blood lake, and a giant bell displayed on the top of the pyramid.

Not only that, the part of the pyramid in the blood lake that floated above the water had three levels, and the top level, the cold soul giant bell, was quietly displayed.

The remaining two levels also had some things placed on them.

The second level, a stone slab, a wooden spear.

The third level, a kneeling rat corpse.

There were not many things placed, even a little too few, but those rat priests who were cautious and fanatical in this greatest hall would show such a reverent expression in their eyes when their eyes fell on those things.

It was as if they saw something extremely sacred.

But there were really not many things placed here, a stone slab, a wooden spear, and a kneeling rat corpse.

Blood mushrooms kept emerging from the bright lake, interrupting the reverent sight of the rat priests. They were carefully picked, placed, and taken away from the temple.

The blood lake in this temple is the only blood pool that can produce blood mushrooms continuously without offering sacrifices, and it is also the lifeblood of the rat council.

In order to promote the resolutions, the upgrade of equipment for the rat warriors, the recruitment of young rats, and many other matters, the promotion of these resolutions undoubtedly requires one thing, blood mushrooms.

Where do these blood mushrooms come from? They basically appear from this blood lake.

A steady stream of blood mushrooms constantly emerge from this small blood pool. If they are not cleaned from time to time, the blood mushrooms will soon fill the entire temple.

In fact, this is already a big problem. Whether it is the temple guards or the rat priests, they don’t want this most sacred temple to be so noisy, but because of these blood mushrooms that keep popping up, they have to constantly send people to harvest these blood mushrooms.

In fact, it’s strange that the temple that once faced all believers and rats now has more or less more shelves.

A quarter of the hourglass in front of the temple door has passed, and a rat priest walked into the temple with a team of sacrifices with scattered eyes and blurred smiles on their faces.

The temple guards standing in various parts of the temple stood straighter. Well, maybe they have always been so straight in battle.

This temple is essentially closed to the public. Even if you are a big shot in the Rat Empire, if you are an unpopular Rat warlord, you may not be able to enter here on a day other than a grand sacrifice.

This is a sacred place, the most sacred temple.

It's just that blood mushrooms keep popping up.

The threshold is set by the Rat priests and the temple guards. This threshold may also be related to the increasing number of Rat pilgrims coming to the underground Rat City. There are too many of these guys.

But you have to admit that the temple guards and the Rat priests may have some different considerations for pushing such a hidden threshold together.

The temple guards have stood in the temple for a long time, especially the temple guards who can come to the underground Rat City to guard, and the temple guards who can come to this sacred temple.

This is the supreme honor.

As for the rat priests, how should I put it? It seems that such a hidden threshold has excluded them themselves, but in fact, the rats who rotate to harvest blood mushrooms every day will not be interrupted, and all these rats are rat priests.

The miserable rat warlords and big claw priests were excluded. The big claw priests did not have a strong right to interpret the faith, and the rat warlords basically had no right to interpret the gods, except for Rat War, because this guy was a god-giver.

The rats' desire to monopolize faith is terrifying, and even the most pious temple guards are no exception, otherwise there would not be such an inappropriate but implied rule that cannot be found out.

The sacrificial ceremony is about to begin.

This team of sacrifices is being pushed onto the altar one by one. The rats always spare no effort in matters related to the gods. Among these sacrifices, the ghost-eyed people occupy a large proportion, and they are not ordinary ghost-eyed people, but those ghost-eyed people who have opened their vertical pupils and awakened their magical talents.

You can probably tell what these guys are like from the clothes they wear as sacrifices.

Some captured nobles are very particular about their elegant robes, and even their hair is well groomed. Even if they become sacrifices, they are meticulously groomed from head to toe. This is certainly not a special hobby of these guys. Even if they are about to be sacrificed, they want to die in a dignified manner.

In fact, it is hard to say how much consciousness these guys still have.

The temple guards took a sacrifice to the altar, and with just a slight push, the middle-aged noble naturally knelt on the altar, and even began to kowtow and praise the great god.

"Great God! Great God!"

This is really a very strange scene, and it is hard to describe.

But it really happened at this time, from the use of blood mushrooms by the temple guards.

Many examples can easily prove that for many intelligent races other than ratmen, blood mushrooms are not a good thing, or for ratmen, blood mushrooms may not be a good thing.

A little blood mushroom, a little training, this middle-aged noble who may have been strong and unyielding has become like this, with a broken eye, a strange smile on his face, kneeling on the altar, shouting loudly about the greatness of the gods.

The temple guards and rat priests are very satisfied with this situation.

The rat priest who performed the sacrificial ceremony raised the sacrificial knife in his hand high, and with one knife, he cut off the head of the middle-aged noble cleanly.

Bright blood flowed out.

This is the source of the indelible red color and the never-fading bloody smell on the altar.

A head with a faint smile was placed on the altar, and the sacrifice continued in an orderly manner.

This is a very special sacrifice. In fact, such sacrifices happen every day. Although Du Yuan, as the object of the sacrifice, may not like such an inexplicably impactful scene, he has not paid attention to it recently.

The rats don't know that their great god is recently in the high sky, fighting with other gods in a place where ordinary things cannot see.

But their sacrifices are not without any witnesses. Usually, Xiaochun, who is perched on the pillar, usually witnesses the existence of these sacrifices.

It's just that Xiaochun doesn't seem to be on the pillar today, and it doesn't matter. It seems that there is no difference to be witnessed by the cold soul giant bell.

The temple guards and rat priests completed this tedious and detailed sacrificial ceremony in a formal manner.

The temple guards were very happy, and it seemed that they had never thought about the possibility of the gods bestowing blessings. These guys were very pious and were simply happy that they could complete this set of rituals.

Even their movements were slightly swaying, representing their happy emotions.

They returned to their original positions and returned to the motionless posture like statues.

But the rat priests were different.

The rat priest knelt in front of the altar and did not stand up immediately, as if waiting. Obviously, this guy was looking forward to Du Yuan's blessing, although he himself knew that this possibility was not great.

He did not wait, raised his head, and looked a little disappointed.

But this disappointment quickly disappeared, and there was a little more paranoia in his eyes, and the fanaticism that followed. He felt that he had not paid enough, and it was not enough for the great gods to favor him.

The piety of the rat priests and the temple guards was different.

If the piety of the temple guards is the kind that does not seek rewards, and is orthodox, as long as they do something for the great gods, they will naturally be happy.

The rat priests, on the other hand, are eager for the possible gifts every time they do something, but most of the time they get nothing, and then they gradually fall into a cycle of the more they desire, the less they get, the more fanatical and pious they become.

The faith of these two groups of guys is not a normal situation, but in this abnormal rat empire and the increasingly abnormal rat group, it does not seem to be a big problem.

This sacrifice is over. There will be three more such sacrifices on this day, two of the same specifications as just now, and then when the hourglass runs out and the cold soul giant bell spontaneously echoes the crisp bell, there will be a more grand and larger-scale sacrificial ceremony.

The rat priests lowered their heads and slowly left.

This sacred temple gradually became quiet except for the light footsteps of the rat priests picking blood mushrooms.

In fact, the sacrifice just now was not without a response.

The Cold Soul Bell responded. When the sacrifice was over and the ratman priest knelt and waited, the Cold Soul Bell shook slightly, although the amplitude was so slight that it was not even noticed by any ratman present.

But the Cold Soul Bell did respond.

A competent bell.