From Skaven to God-King of War

White Rat, a complete madman.

Rat Zhan has never been wrong in his evaluation.

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A grand sacrifice is about to begin.

Today is a special day.

It was the day when the white rat high priest presented the contract to the gods.

On this day, even the slave rats were allowed to stop. They were allowed by the Big Claw priests to crawl in the underground tunnels and pray devoutly in the direction of the temple.

The same goes for their administrators, the Greatclaw Priests.

Even compared to most slave rats, these big-clawed priests were more fanatical. They threw themselves on the ground, curled up as much as possible, lowered their heads, and prayed humbly and devoutly.

Scenes like this happened everywhere in the Ratman Empire, in breeding rooms, planting fields, mines dug deep into the mountains, in underground tunnels throughout the city, and even in outposts at the entrance to the mountains.

Everything is put aside temporarily, and everything is not that important, even if the action in the breeding room cannot stop.

The priests among them would also pray devoutly in a low voice towards the location of the temple of the gods when they were exhausted.

As for those young rat-man priests, these guys who don't have to work as hard as the Big Claw Priests, as long as they can come to the temple, they will do their best to come.

They gathered in front of Du Yuan's temple and formed a large mass.

Usually, if this group of young priests gather together, they always like to use their sharp and harsh voices to loudly promote their achievements.

But today, it was uncharacteristically quiet.

He raised his head slightly and looked up at the palace of gods in front of him.

To be fair, Du Yuan's temple is not grand and exquisite, if it weren't for the pyramid presented by the white rat that could slightly support the scene.

It might not even be as good as the small temple built by the priests of the captured slave team in the outpost who spent a lot of blood mushrooms.

But this does not hinder, almost all the young rat priests who can come here are here, and you can even see a familiar guy among them.

Including that daring guy.

Rope seven.

At this time, he was also mixed in the crowd of young priests, raised his head slightly, and looked up at the sacred hall in front of him.

This had been a dream of his as a young ratman.

Coming to the Underground Rat City to see the palace of the gods, of course entering the temple, and offering sacrifices on the altar of the temple, these are other dreams.

As a young ratman, he was not qualified to enter the temple to observe the ceremony.

Moreover, the sacred temple of gods in front of him was far from as gorgeous as he thought. You must know that the small temple in the outpost had many fine and prosperous patterns carved even on the outer wall.

But that small temple couldn't let the many young rat priests who gathered to kneel down like it was now.

Sheng Qi was also one of those young rat men who knelt down and worshiped devoutly.

He knew clearly that the small temple built by the old guys in the outpost would never be worshiped by so many ratmen like it is today.

Even that small temple is more exquisite and solemn.

Inexplicably, a sentence appeared in Sheng Qi's heart.

The gods are not great because of their palaces, but the palaces are great because of the gods!

All doubts were gone. Sheng Qi lowered his head towards the temple in front of him and prayed devoutly and seriously.

This young rat man had a somewhat vague understanding of the misty god.

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Inside the temple.

The senior ratman priests stood, and they were equally quiet at this time.

A large number of upright temple guards stood like statues in front of the altar of the god.

Rat Zhan did not appear among the standing senior priests. At this time, he was leading his rat warlords and a group of personal guards to look at the white rats not far away who were guarded by the temple guards.

The battle flag sewn with lizardman and snakeman skin was raised high, and the spear given by the gods was held in his hand.

The rat warlords and the rat-warring guards cherished this opportunity very much, and worked hard to stand up straight, just like the guards guarding the temple, standing upright.

It's a pity that neither the newly appointed rat warlords nor the rat war guards who fought brutally with the lizard people in the wetlands failed to do so.

The back is somewhat rickety, even if the battle flag is raised, even if their old rat warrior holds the spear gifted from the gods tightly in his hand.

But it suddenly weakened the solemn temple guards.

He raised his head and looked at the white rat who was looking at him calmly not far away. Rat Zhan was a little reluctant to give up, but obviously, he had no qualifications to object.

He took a deep breath and straightened up. As a former temple guard, he was not as incompatible with such a solemn scene as the rat warlords and guards.

The mottled wounds on the skin were scars left by the breath of the dragon beast. They were ugly, yet terrifying.

One hand grabbed the battle flag beside him, and the other hand held the gift of the god. He stood up straight. Among all the rat people present, Rat Zhan was the only one who could look at the white rat.

He's almost a hero too.

In exchange for the cold and sharp eyes of the white rat.

But this time, Shu Zhan, who was always afraid of the white rat, did not give in. Instead, he raised his head high and looked at each other with the white rat.

Waving the battle flag, in a neat square formation, Rat Zhan strode toward the white mouse holding up his spear and battle flag.

Just today, in front of the altar of the gods, the great warlord in the Ratman Kingdom who was originally on par with the high priest will have half of his status cut off.

The struggle that had lasted from the Spear Rat era had finally come to an end.

As a great contemporary warlord, Rat Zhan will present the spear gifted by the gods to the white rat and then put it on display.

The spear gifted by the gods to Rat Zhan will be displayed in the temple by the white rat, held high in tribute, and will no longer be held by the rat warlords, nor will it appear on the battlefield.

After all, I was still a little unwilling.

Standing in front of the white mouse, Shu Zhan, with the personal guards behind him, stood upright in front of the white mouse, and his aura was slowly growing.

At this time, Rat War was actually slowly crossing the line that belonged to a hero.

Is he getting promoted?

A little commotion arose.

No one thought that the second hero among the Ratmen would be born like this, and he was also the first hero among the Ratmen to take the initiative to cross boundaries.

But why on such an occasion!

The temple guards reacted the fastest and took a few steps closer to the white rat, ensuring that even if the white rat was attacked, they could complete the defense immediately.

Tiny sounds appeared among the standing senior rat-man priests.

Some sneaky shadows appeared in the shadows of the sacred temple, and cast vague and dangerous glances at all the rat-men on the field except the white rats.

The rat warlord clenched his spear in panic, and the rat war guards also realized that something was wrong. Their spears were lowered, as if they were preparing to attack.