Chapter 40, God!
The temple is being completed day by day.
In the swamp, a new order and appearance began to appear.
A mixed tribe appeared, a brand new tribe composed of lizardmen as the backbone, snakemen, kobolds, and goblins.
There is nothing surprising about goblins. Goblins are extremely easy to be enslaved by other races, but it is a bit strange for lizardmen to unite with kobolds and snakemen.
Although these three races have some connections, it can be said that they can't even urinate in a pot, but now they have united into a brand new tribe in this swamp.
The reason is probably that the dragon-born lizard leader "Fire" is a little too young but has bright red scales.
As the scaly tribe, the snake people, lizard people, and kobolds all have the blood of the dragon, and they also worship and chase the dragon.
The dragon, as the undisputed king of monsters, only these legendary monsters flying in the sky can form a huge army of mixed monsters as servants regardless of race.
The lizardman Huo, who has dragon blood, also contributed to the alliance between the three races to some extent, but he is not a dragon after all. Although the alliance happened, the snakeman lizardman still has The dispute over rights among the kobolds also continues.
But after all, this is just a dispute.
Coupled with the gaze of the gods in the sky and the various materials being dropped every once in a while, this alliance is still growing rapidly, and is driven into the swamp by various races in the forest. Opportunities for wetlands are rapidly expanding.
Weak races such as goblins were captured and became slaves or servants.
Powerful races and tribes were intercepted and killed, and their bodies were sunk under the swamp.
All this is going on in an orderly manner.
Outside a wetland camp near the forest, a sharp spear streaked across the sky, making a sharp whistling sound. Immediately afterwards, a jackal running in panic in the mud of the wetland was pierced through the chest by the spear. , inserted directly into the ground.
With the cheers all around.
The lizard man with red scales raised his arms high.
The other scaly races around cheered.
"Son of the dragon! Fire! Fire! Fire!"
The lizard-man Huo looked at this scene without much emotion. At this time, a snake-man with scales as white as snowflakes moved toward the young Huo.
The scorching eyes seemed to want to eat fire.
In fact, it’s not much different, after all, the red dragon bloodline on Huo’s body is so tempting.
But Huo didn't respond to the heat of the beautiful snake girl beside him and the cheers that rang out for him.
Looking at the forest not far away.
This camp near the forest was established at his request. Even though he did not succeed in becoming the leader of the united tribes established in his idea, he instead made an old snake priest the leader.
But it doesn’t matter.
He felt that his bloodline was about to make its first leap nearby. At that time, he would be the leader, and the flame of revenge would be ignited again.
………….
There are still seven days until the Rat Man Temple is completely completed.
But what was rare was that the white mouse was a little uneasy, because the divine pillar on the altar of the great god had not shined for almost a month.
Vaguely, the white mouse was even more frightened.
Isn’t God willing to set his sights on humble mice like himself?
Has God left?
Or is the god dissatisfied with the rat people? The several speculations that appeared in his mind were each more difficult for the white mouse to accept than the last, and also made the white mouse more frightened.
He hasn't left here for a whole month, and he has become more and more sensitive.
Especially on the eve of this temple’s fall.
Just because of a crisp ding-dong sound.
That was the sound of a blood mushroom falling into the blood lake, but it made the white mouse's eyes turn red.
"How dare you offend the gods! How dare you offend the gods!"
In this way, a young rat priest was picked up by two guards, just because his hands were slippery when picking blood mushrooms. Didn't hold it.
In the hysterical voice of the white rat.
“Throw him into the dark realm! All those who disrespect the gods will be thrown into the dark realm!”
The young rat priest was lifted up and thrown into a dark path. into the cracks.
Even if the rat people have a fixed talent, proficiency in excavation, this does not mean that they can explore the earth at will. Sometimes the tunnels, compartments, collapse and cracking are common things. .
This black area is a dark and deep crack that suddenly appeared when digging for mineral veins.
It is also used by white rats as a place to punish those who disrespect the gods.
Accompanied by screams, the young rat priest fell into the dark abyss, and the sound gradually faded away.
It’s just that in this dark realm, most of the guys who have been punished so far are rat priests who are Du Yuan’s mad followers.
With a dull sound, the young rat-man priest turned into a ball of rotten flesh at the bottom of the crack, but an ugly figure slowly appeared from the depths of the darkness.
It was a ball of meat, or a ball of meat mixed together.
Except for the rat priests, some of the deformed guys and the former leader of the rat men, these are the only guys that this black realm receives except the rat priests.
If you look carefully, you can see a face belonging to a spear rat in the center of this mass of meat.
It’s just that at this time, he is even more deformed than before, and there are some doubts about whether he can even be called a spear rat transformation.
Because there are many rat-man faces on this mass of flesh, and many of them can even make expressions and make silent and ferocious shouts.
Soon after, this mass of spear rat meat completely devoured the young rat priest, and a new young face appeared on it.
Wriggling, disappeared into the darkness.
In the temple, in front of the altar, the white rat was reciting Du Yuan's poem devoutly and seriously. Even for this group of rat people who were so poor in the accumulation of civilization, the description was not out of place. That sentence that goes back and forth.
Powerful, powerful, strong god!
But the movements and words of the white rat were extremely focused and serious.
But even like this, the divine pillar in front of him no longer lit up, and the gods did not reply to this humble mouse.
Boundless fear appeared in the heart of the white mouse. He was like an ordinary mouse, curled up into a ball in a cowardly manner.
Among the speculations about the divine pillar losing its light and the gods no longer casting their sights, there is another one that frightens the white mouse the most.
God was not satisfied with him!
Maybe God is not dissatisfied with the Rat Man, but just dissatisfied with him!
But the white mouse didn't even dare to think about this idea.
"O God! O God! My only god! O great god!"
This old white mouse burst into tears in front of the gift he prepared for the gods!
(End of this chapter)