From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 138, The Grand Opening, The Priest Who Crossed the Past

The undercurrent has already emerged.

The blood mushrooms that suddenly appeared did not explode like thunder in the outpost.

Eerily calm.

But this calm was only the brief peace before the storm.

The senior ratmen priests in the outpost were the first to receive the news.

After the disbelief comes boundless excitement.

The arrival of the blood mushrooms indicates that the favor and blessings of the gods will also come here.

This will change their embarrassing position.

The outpost is the only city in the Ratman Kingdom, besides the Underground Rat City, that gathers a large number of senior ratman priests.

The loser in the power struggle.

The old man who is no longer able to climb up.

There are also those country geniuses who have lived in the outposts since their birth and have been promoted here.

They came here either voluntarily, or were forced to, or had no choice at all.

Even though the outpost serves as a gateway to the Barren Mountains, there is nothing missing here.

But a label was still firmly attached.

From the outpost.

And was laughed at by the rat priests in the underground rat city.

This is a label that cannot be torn off.

The chain of discrimination exists almost everywhere in the Ratman Kingdom and is reflected in all aspects.

The big claw priests are ridiculed by normal priests, the priests born from the rat warriors are ridiculed by the priests born from the young rats, and the priests at the outposts are looked down upon by the priests in the underground rat city.

There are two types of priests at the bottom of the ratman priests' contempt chain.

One is the big claw priest.

The second is the warrior priest who was driven out of the underground rat city.

As both are at the bottom of the contempt chain, it stands to reason that the two sides should be able to get along better.

But it's wrong.

Even the humblest warrior priest.

He would not miss any opportunity to offer the most vicious ridicule to the Big Claw Priests.

Even if everyone is prostrating before the gods, even if everyone is chanting the name of the gods in the same way.

Now, blood mushrooms have begun to sprout in the outpost.

Still in that small temple with a rather awkward position.

In a hurry, a stage was built.

A force hidden in the dark hastily stepped onto the stage
The birth of the blood mushroom is not allowed.

The blood mushroom was born in the small temple, born in this outpost, and appeared outside the underground rat city.

This is not allowed.

………….

Outpost, in the underground tunnel.

A young rat priest led several slave rats, moving forward nervously and excitedly.

behind him.

Several slave rats were carrying a pale boar man's corpse with difficulty.

On the chest of the corpse.

A blood-red mushroom sprouted.

A blood mushroom that has just sprouted and is not even fully born.

Normally, such blood mushrooms should not be touched, but at this moment, the excited young priest even brought over the base of the blood mushroom, the relatively fresh wild boar corpse as a sacrifice.

Running in this underground tunnel.

A hasty decision.

But he was being stared at, in the darkness that the flame of the yellow candle could not illuminate.

A pair of scarlet eyes lit up.

Not noticed.

The young and reckless priest stepped into the darkness.

A short green blade emerged from the darkness.

The killing was completed in just a moment.

The expression on the face of the nervous and excited young priest did not change.

Falling to the ground with a crash.

A blood mark appeared on his neck.

Black turbid blood flowed out.

The commotion broke out among the slave rats present.

The boar man's body was abandoned and he tried to escape.

But the slender figure did not give them any chance.

Soon after, this underground tunnel returned to silence.

The bodies were lying all over the ground.

The blood mushrooms sprouting from the boar man's corpse were taken away.

The slender figure disappeared into the darkness.

Not long after, a team of well-equipped slave rats arrived here, but all they saw besides the corpses on the ground was the pale body of the wild boar man.

They took the pale boar man's body away and left.

Soon after, a meeting was called at the outpost.

All the senior priests from the outposts gathered in one place.

The topic of discussion was also very simple.

That's what they were going to do, and the guy hiding in the dark took away the first blood mushroom that sprouted in the small temple.

All of a sudden, the appearance of the blood mushroom changed from a fact to a fact that could not be verified during the development.

But it didn't have any effect.

He still underestimated these senior ratmen priests.

Be able to stand out from the many ratman priests and become a senior ratman priest.

Even if it can only be confined to the outpost.

But it cannot be underestimated.

Without much hesitation, the ratmen priests in the outpost completed the vote.

Even those guys who often fought with each other and found it difficult to let go of their grudges reached a consensus at this moment.

They want to make the blood mushroom bloom in the small temple.

anyway.

Not for anyone else, but for yourself, and because the benefits of doing so outweigh everything else.

A large number of slave-hunting teams were mobilized.

Displayed in the small temple, those slaves who were originally stored were also pushed onto the altar of the small temple.

An elderly and experienced ratman priest came to the small temple in person, and knelt down in front of the one-to-one replica of the god's altar, imitating the white rat's behavior.

One by one, the slaves were pushed onto the altar and their heads were chopped off by the slave rats of the slave-catching team.

But these guys are not professional temple guards after all.

They are simply no match for the temple guards.

The process becomes particularly bloody, especially when dealing with some sacrifices with hard scales.

The rough action caused blood to splatter everywhere.

Many of them even fell onto the replica of the god's altar, interrupting the kneeling of the old ratman priest.

Furious.

In an instant, his eyes turned red and his face became distorted.

The slave rat that was still executing the sacrifice froze under this ferocious gaze.

But fortunately, the old ratman priest quickly looked away.

In that exaggerated expression.

He suddenly threw himself on the altar in front of him and wiped the blood on the altar with his mottled fur.

Anyone could see that the old priest was not in a right mental state.

In fact, this is indeed the case.

That is why he was brought out to preside over all this in this temple.

At a sacrificial ceremony not long ago, this old guy was almost dragged to the altar by a white rat and used as a sacrifice.

Because he also tried to use magic in the sacrificial ceremony of that great god.

When the reckoning just started, the old guy collapsed to the ground in a very miserable state.

But he survived and was not sacrificed on the altar.

Because he failed at the very first moment when he channeled the divine magic.

And he looked so pathetic, collapsed on the ground.

They are not even qualified to be sacrifices.

He saved his life.

But at the same time, he became a little crazy after returning to the outpost.

Carefully wipe off the blood on the altar of the god.

I was so careful, but nothing happened. My expression changed in front of the altar, crying and laughing.

But what no one saw was that there was such sadness in his eyes.

Looking at the huge rat-man statue with a blurry face in front of him.

His bunch of idiots thought he was crazy, but he would rather be crazy himself.

Maybe being crazy can make you more calm.

But only he himself knows.

He is not crazy at all! He has never been crazy!

Whispering softly, in the unrelieved sorrow.

He just had his faith shaken.

In that grand sacrifice, in front of the phantom of the god, under the gaze of the god.

The divine power gathered in his hands suddenly dissipated.

Finally, there is no escape.

His faith was shaken.

His wavering faith no longer supported his use of powerful divine arts, and even the casting of ordinary berserk spells was a little sluggish.

Just like that, the collapsed divine power saved his life.

He returned to the outpost in a daze.

Perhaps the faith has already begun to waver.

But this shouldn't happen. This really shouldn't happen.

It is obvious that for all these years, he has always knelt devoutly before the gods.

A huge pain came.

Kneeling in this temple that he personally led and built.

Yes, this small temple standing in the outpost was built under his leadership as his most important achievement.

It is also a temple he built to practice his faith.

That year, he had just been promoted to a senior priest and took the initiative to leave the underground rat city.

As the only senior priest who took the initiative to leave the underground rat city and come to this outpost.

At that time, he was still so young and everything was going smoothly.

From a young rat man to a young priest, and from a young priest to a senior priest.

Finally, he resolutely set out on the road to the outpost.

He wanted to prove his own ideas because he couldn't stand the ugly faces of those guys in the underground rat city temple who took advantage of their age and status.

With devout belief in God.

He came to this outpost.

At that time, the outpost was not as prosperous as it is today, everything was so barren, and he was the first senior ratman priest to arrive at the outpost.

It can be said that everything at the outpost was built under his witness.

It wasn't until the Second Expedition, when the Skaven warlords began to sweep through the lush forests and slave-hunting teams began to appear, that a large number of blood mushrooms flowed into this outpost.

Everything gradually started to get better.

He is not young anymore.

He spent most of his life in this desolate outpost.

Wasted in this city that is not noticed by the gods.

Until everything gets better.

In this city that is not noticed by the gods.

I can't help but feel a little confused.

It was at that time that he made a decision.

He wants to receive the blessing of God, he wants to be noticed by God!
A small temple began to be built within this outpost.

Everything went smoothly until the construction officially started, and a simple but significant temple was built.

At least at that time there were not so old ratmen who felt that the small temple opened in the outpost was of great significance.

This is the second temple of the rat people!
This was an opportunity he had accumulated for most of his life.

On the day when the small temple was completed, he excitedly stayed in the small temple and waited.

Waiting for some blessing that may come.

But nothing happened.

There is nothing to wait for!
He was very confused, but felt that maybe he didn't do well enough.

Start offering sacrifices in this temple where the gods do not cast their gaze.

But I didn't wait.

The pyramid built by white rats was completely reproduced in this small temple.

Didn't wait either.

He engraved the patterns of the gods all over the temple, on every wall and every empty space.

But I didn't wait.

It was at this time that the old priest began to become radical.

Because, all of that, all of those attempts, were fruitless, and the gods never cast their gaze on them.

In his extreme state, he carved a statue with his own hands. It was a huge rat-man statue with a half-finished and blurred face that stood in the small temple.

This statue was carved by him himself.

The carving is not finished.

Stopped by the white mouse.

He arrogantly wanted to engrave the appearance of God, the appearance of God that he expected.

It was at this time.

Faith was shaken.

He is gradually accepting this result.

As time goes by, he is almost getting old.

Until recently, at that grand priest ceremony, he witnessed Shu Zhan receiving the blessing with his own eyes.

In his inexplicable rage, he gathered his magic.

Because of jealousy.

He had been living a mediocre life, and now the thing he had been pursuing appeared before him.

It appeared in front of me like this.

Let him go crazy until the magic collapses, until the magic collapses, and he returns to the outpost alive.

He realized that he no longer had the right to be jealous.

This is nothing, it just makes despair worse.

Until the blood mushrooms sprouted, the blood mushrooms sprouted in the small temple!

He has to accept his fate. He has to accept his fate.

It was obvious that he was about to accept his fate!

But God! God!
Great God!

Why did you fool me like this?
Why! Why did it happen just when I was about to accept my fate!
Give me hope!
Kneeling before the altar, in boundless sorrow, the old priest bowed solemnly to the unfinished giant rat statue in front of him.

It is bowing down to the gods, and also bowing down to your former self.

In that expression of crying and laughing.

"It would be better if it were earlier, it would be better if it were earlier!"

Crazy words came out.

It was at this moment.

The aura in him began to surge.

This old priest, this crazy old priest, this old priest who was once also unruly and high-spirited.

He picked up his faith again.

A pious and cherishing bow.

The voice was hoarse and focused.

“Great God!

Great God!"