Chapter 139, the old white rat, the saint, the blade that was thrown away.


Chapter 139, the old white rat, the saint, the blade that escaped.

Kneel down and worship before this vague statue.

Life has come to an end.

It’s just faith that has crossed that hurdle.

The old priest is already a saint.

It's not easy.

There are so many rat priests in the entire rat kingdom, in these years.

He crossed this threshold alone and became a saint.

Looking at the huge rat-man statue in front of him, this statue embodies his pursuit for most of his life and was born out of arrogance and panic.

It is indeed not a god.

But in the blur, the old priest saw the god from this statue.

The god I have been chasing for half my life.

Stretched out his arm, wanting to touch the huge rat-man statue with a blurry face in front of him.

But in the midst of great sorrow and joy, life finally came to an end.

In that whimper, his eyes widened.

Towards death.

The death of the old priest was not peaceful. He still had too many things that he had not let go of.

But death is close.

He is dead.

Du Yuan's first saint, the first saint born in the Ratman Kingdom, died on the day of his birth.

A hazy golden light appeared from the body of the dead old priest.

Alarmed the young ratman priests in the temple.

In that cry of disbelief.

Soon this news was sent to the ears of other senior rat priests at the outpost.

The rat priests who regarded the small temple as a hot potato gathered in the small temple for this reason.

They looked at the corpse of the old priest who was kneeling on the altar of the god.

Big eyes stare at small eyes.

Obviously, no one expected this to happen.

But the golden light on the old priest's corpse cannot be faked.

This must have something to do with that great god.

Looking at the brilliance on the old priest's corpse, he also looked at the blood mushrooms that were gradually sprouting in the blood pool.

Suddenly, as their eyes moved, some priests had an idea.

They all knelt down and bowed down.

Toward the corpse of the old priest.

Also towards the blood mushroom in the blood pool.

After possessing the body of the old priest, some key things were gathered in this small temple.

The blood mushrooms also have the gift of the gods.

Well, there is actually one gift from the gods in the small temple. The statue of the rat man turned into crystal, but the statue is dim and turbid with only a faint aura of the gods.

How can it be compared to the old priest who died in the small temple in front of me, accompanied by a hazy golden light!

You must know that the temple in the underground rat city only has these two things.

The blood pool, and the divine pillar as a gift from the gods.

And all of these are available in the small temple at this time!

Some thoughts that they dare not have appeared, and they appeared in the hearts of these rat priests instantly and out of control.

Can we remove the small words in the small temple and turn the small temple in this outpost into a real temple.

Then they can also become real temple priests.

What about the Ratman Temple priest at the outpost!

This idea soon sprouted and was confirmed when the rat priests looked at each other.

Why not?

The fire of ambition was ignited and began to burn.

But it is not easy to achieve this.

Because compared to mastering the production of blood mushrooms.

The emergence of another group of temple priests is undoubtedly more rebellious.

Disobedience to the existence that stands above the rat kingdom and watches everything coldly.

The white rat who disobeyed the rat-man high priest.

But obviously, under that hopeful vision, all risks have been thrown away.

If these abandoned guys can turn around one day, if one day they can become the high priests of the temple.

To do this, they are willing to do whatever it takes.

While looking at each other, all the senior rat priests present saw the madness on the face of the guy opposite.

Everything in the outpost was mobilized.

A large number of slave rats were driven to the outskirts of the outpost, blocking all underground tunnels leading to the underground rat city.

Slave-catching teams were dispatched to every main road in the underground city.

In order to ensure that everything is foolproof, and also to ensure that the temple priest group in the small temple is established smoothly.

They concealed the news that the old priest had received a gift from God.

They did not know the existence of saints, they just thought that the old priest was given by God.

The vague statue, which contained the faith, madness, pursuit, and regret of the old priest for most of his life, was pushed to the corner of the temple by these crazy priests.

On the contrary, they placed the dead old priest in the position where the statue originally stood.

To be worshiped.

A grand sacrifice is about to begin. No matter whether the sacrifice goes smoothly or not, whether it can get the attention of the gods or not.

After the sacrifice is over, the news that the god has given blessings in the small temple will be publicized.

The old priest's dimly glowing corpse will serve as evidence.

They will also become witnesses of the divine gift. In that supreme glory, they will announce the establishment of a new priesthood and officially inaugurate the temple priests.

When all is said and done.

Even if they died on the spot, they died as temple priests.

In a sense, the rat priests of these outposts are undoubtedly planning a grand rebellion.

But they did not betray the great god.

Instead, he declared rebellion against the Temple Priests of the Underground Rat City and the newly formed Rat Council.

And this is a rebellion that is very likely to succeed.

Although the outpost is far less prosperous than the underground rat city, the priests here are also laughed at by the priests of the underground rat city.

But what they want to do is not start a protracted war with the rat council in the underground rat city.

Just buy yourself some time.

It was just a matter of completing that grand sacrifice and successfully forming another group of temple priests.

Just hold on until all the dust settles.

At this time, they took the initiative to serve again. As the temple priests who also received the attention of the gods, even if they were white rats, they could only recognize it by pinching their noses.

As for the blow to the prestige of the Rat Parliament and the turmoil it caused, I'm sorry, but this is something that the real Rat Parliament needs to consider.

It is not something that our Outpost Temple Priests need to consider.

But is it really that easy?

………….

In the Underground Rat City.

In the underground cave dug out.

The white rat sits upright.

A tall Skaven assassin stood in the darkness beside him.

Indistinctly, it seems to be integrated with the darkness.

A blood mushroom that was already a bit thick was placed in front of the white mouse.

The rat’s knuckles rapped on the table.

This is the first blood mushroom that sprouted in that outpost.

But at this time, it was placed in front of the white mouse.

Just glanced at it, in that brief thought.

Unusually, the rat did not make a decision on the spot.

Instead, he threw the question to the side of the tall rat assassin who was hiding in the darkness.

"You handle it, but don't damage the temple of the god."

The White Rat did not see the small temple as a joke like most of the rat priests.

Because of this, he sent the crystal statue that was contaminated with the aura of the gods to the small temple.

Although he looked down upon most of the rat priests in the outpost. But there is indeed an exception and an accident.

The guy who turned into a statue, and the guy who carved the gods himself.

Back then, the guy who carved the gods also made him look sideways.

But it was just a sideways glance.

As the high priest of the Skaven Kingdom.

The white rat’s pride needs no reason.

But the years still left irreversible traces on him.

For this purpose, he created a sharp blade, and at the same time, he also wanted to let go of this sharp blade.

Close your eyes slightly.

He didn’t even look at the rat assassin next to him.

Sigh without sadness or joy.

“I am getting old too.”

He has no more feelings about aging.

But these words made the rat assassin who was about to leave pause slightly.

The Rat Assassin paused at the door, blocking the light outside the door.

He also exposed a little bit of himself.

She has the same white hair as a white mouse.

Soon he took another step and the rat assassin disappeared into the underground tunnel outside the door.

Darkness surges.

A force hidden in the darkness began to take action, and the rat assassins began to gather towards the outpost.

The team is led by a tall rat assassin.

………….

Just when the Ratman Empire was once again in turmoil.

Du Yuan was not idle either.

In the dark abyss.

A dispute began.

The jump in rank has brought Xiaochun a lot of improvement in wisdom.

This guy even secretly wanted to trick Chen Cang.

The main body clings to the sacred pillar where Du Yuan is sleeping to show a calm look.

The spreading branches came into this deep abyss.

I want to secretly attack the heart of the craftsman.

Xiaochun, who has improved his wisdom, will no longer be frightened by the crude tricks of the Craftsman's Heart.

The spreading branches cannot be stopped by a craftsman with only a little bit of misty spirituality.

The branch inserted into the beating heart of the craftsman, greedily wanting to eat the heart of the craftsman in front of him.

Until a figure appeared in this deep abyss.

With just a grasp, Xiaochun's branches were firmly controlled by Du Yuan.

Facing Du Yuan's manifested body, Xiaochun's branches shook violently in fear and softened into a strip.

Kneel down without hesitation.

Don’t even dare to resist.

Du Yuan left a profound shadow on Xiaochun, with instinctive fear and resignation.

But at the same time, the craftsman's heart had a different attitude, as if he had finally met his savior, and his misty spirituality continued to exude the aura of intimacy towards Du Yuan.

But he was ignored by Du Yuan.

Without sadness or joy, I clutched the branches of Xiaochun in my hand.

He has already made a decision on the dispute between Xiaochun and the Craftsman’s Heart.

In fact, there is nothing to hesitate. In the next war, he will need Xiaochun even more.

As for the craftsman's heart, the rat men's metal smelting is on the right track.

At the same time, his spirituality has also become confused due to incompleteness.

In fact, you can still wait and wait for its spiritual completion, but Du Yuan is also curious at the same time.

What will swallowing the craftsman's heart bring to Xiaochun?

Just a little bit.

This devouring must be carried out under one's own control.

He gave it to Xiaochun, only Xiaochun can ask for it.

This must be understood.

He is the leader of everything.

At the same time, some rules must be determined by him.

The rat people need more blood mushrooms. The blood mushrooms are bound to be spread throughout the rat kingdom. This is also what Du Yuan wants to promote.

But it’s all about balance.

Amid Xiaochun's trembling movements, Du Yuan let go of its branches and paused quietly.

Xiaochun was a little at a loss, but at the same time, he instinctively climbed towards the craftsman's heart in front of him.

Only this time, Xiaochun learned the lesson and started to wait and see Du Yuan's attitude.

The devouring did not start again until it was confirmed that Du Yuan did not stop it.

Du Yuan is here silently witnessing all this happening.

Until the death of the old priest triggered something in Du Yuan.

But there is no need to look away.

That bit of true spirit has followed the connection and found Du Yuan here.

The divine pillar was thrown into Du Yuan's sleeping body, and golden light spots were flying in it.

Let Du Yuan's body open his eyes for a moment and shook his head regretfully.

Unexpectedly, the wild boar god who had just laughed at him would be in the same situation.

Saints are naturally precious, but Du Yuan, who does not uphold the kingdom of God, is also unable to accommodate the true spirit of believers.

In most cases, the true spirit of the believer can only be allowed to dissipate naturally, but after the old priest became a saint, he was able to sense his own existence with that little connection.

Just in time, Du Yuan was very close.

Flying up and down around Du Yuan in the divine pillar.

But it is difficult to resist the fate of dissipation.

This is why Du Yuan shook his head.

As for the surging tide in the rat kingdom, and what happened in the outpost.

The white rats have always been handled well.

He needs to keep an eye on Xiaochun's swallowing and leaping. When necessary, regardless of interrupting or guiding, he needs to keep an eye on these.

At the same time, he will also deal with the balance of blood mushrooms after Xiaochun completes his leap.

Du Yuan will not directly interfere with the rat people's affairs.

Although he always watched them, watching this group of noisy guys.

………….

Outpost.

The Skaven Assassins have arrived.

Drill through a secret underground tunnel and easily appear in the outpost.

At this time, the outpost was much deserted and deserted than before.

A large number of slave rats that originally gathered there were driven out to block the road.

The rat priests who stopped at the outpost were either killed on the spot or expelled.

The outpost, which had been stained with the glory of the victory of the third expedition and had recently become a lot more prosperous, became completely silent.

But this is just an appearance.

As long as you approach the small temple in the outpost, you will find that a grand sacrifice has entered the preparation stage.

And these were observed by the rat assassins hiding in the darkness.

Not much hesitation.

Faced with this situation, the tall assassin leader issued an order to kill.

She didn't care what the priests in these outposts were up to.

I don’t care about their intentions.

When they cross the line, in her opinion, these guys are dead.

As sharp blades, they are responsible for killing, and they can only kill.

The author has been killed by the weather recently. It's too cold. It snowed today in my south, where it never snows. I also have a bit of a cold. I won't be able to add more updates until it gets warmer.

 

(End of this chapter)

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