From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 153, Rope Seven takes the blame, the new trend of the Rat Priests, the chess piece casts another chess piece

In the end, it was Sheng Qi who took the blame for this failure.

But he did not receive any punishment.

He still sits firmly in the position of commander-in-chief of the Great Western Expeditionary Force.

But some things are more unforgettable than punishment.

These guys exaggerated the blame for the failure of the war.

The failure of a war turned into incompetence in their mouths, and turned into neglect and incompetence towards God in the war between gods.

Such an accusation would be almost devastating to a priest.

It seems that Sheng Qi's path to becoming a priest has almost come to an end.

Even though he walked around every senior priest with a smile on his face, and even though he never showed any sign of danger.

But this group of greedy and disgusting guys pushed him into a dead end without hesitation.

What they need is a commander who can only obey orders and serve as a weapon, rather than a colleague who can hold a weapon.

Even after the accusations were made these guys couldn't hide their disgusting faces.

He acted as if he had tried his best and you were irreplaceable, and you would still be the commander of the Western Expeditionary Force.

Take revenge, work hard, for the gods.

Or rather for those greedy rats.

Is an incompetent priest who neglects the gods qualified to gain merit?

When the name was confirmed.

Apart from the blessing from God, who else can wash away his sins?

To whom will the merits he has earned be ultimately passed on?

Sheng Qi's face became gloomy in this deserted corner.

Those damn guys were still treating him like a stupid young ratman.

The only one who can save him is God.

But how many rat people are so honored to receive the blessing of God?

He will soon be firmly tied to the position of commander-in-chief of the Western Expeditionary Force, and become a pet deliberately excluded from the group by those senior rat priests.

There is no way he would give up the power he has already grasped.

If he put these aside, he would just be an ordinary young ratman priest.

A young priest who neglects God and is incompetent.

But he held on tightly to the power in his hands.

So what will he gain?

Nothing can be gained.

He did not become the commander-in-chief of the Western Expeditionary Force because of that group of priests. He has always been the commander-in-chief of the Western Expeditionary Force.

The battle flag given by God was held in his hand, which was the proof.

But why did it become like this?

For some resources.

After only giving them some equipment, some young ratmen, and some blood mushrooms, Sheng Qi enthusiastically set out with his army to find coal mines for these guys.

After a great defeat, he was collared without hesitation.

Just a few resources were used.

But it's too late to regret now.

There is no change in things.

Soon after, his name was confirmed.

Sheng Qi became an incompetent commander who neglected the gods. The merits he gained from the wars he started had nothing to do with him anymore. All of this was for the sake of atonement.

And to what extent should the atonement be done and how long should it take.

He has no say in these matters, and Bai Shu doesn't care about such things at all.

Even the great gods who are high above will not lower their eyes because of such a farce.

Then who are the people who have the most authority to interpret matters concerning the gods? It can only be the group of senior ratman priests.

Sheng Qi has no choice.

Compared to those elderly senior priests, he looked so immature.

But he is not stupid.

The group of senior ratmen wanted him to be a pet with a leash on, a tool to be used in battle, and he should be grateful to them.

He would never allow it.

I will never sit still and wait for death. I will never sit still and wait for death.

There was no way he could accept such an outcome.

He would not let these damn guys get what they wanted, but he did not have the ability to overturn the table like Shuzhan, nor did he care about these false things like Long Claws.

It seemed that he was unable to struggle, but in his crazy thoughts, Sheng Qi came up with an idea and decided to put it into practice.

Since he can't deal with this group of disgusting guys, he has to support a group of guys who can deal with these disgusting guys.

Sheng Qi made such a decision.

In that resentment.

But as a chess piece that has been trapped, what choice does he have?

A chess piece on the board had the idea of ​​supporting another chess piece against the chess player.

No matter how you look at it, it seems like a fairy tale.

But Sheng Qi had a good vision, or maybe he was very lucky, as he bet on a very special group of people, a group that no one cared about for the time being.

The Big Claw Priests, or rather the Big Claw Priests who operate giant war machines.

Sheng Qi, the rat man who is good at dancing with long sleeves, made the most important gamble of his life today.

He was almost out of options, so he placed everything he had on a group of unknown big-clawed priests.

A group of people who were assigned to operate the dangerous huge catapult were also destined to become the big claw priests who would operate all subsequent dangerous machines.

To gamble on a possibility that he himself doesn't believe in.

In that slag city, there is a strange big claw priest who is a superb mechanic.

He is also the designer of the big toys that are sought after by the rat priests.

However, what he is most famous for is the nonsense that often comes out of his mouth.

Sheng Qi didn't know whether his choice was right or wrong, but he had already given everything in the darkness.

His eyes were bloodshot and extremely red.

The actions of the group of senior rat priests immediately shattered his dream, which was still full of hesitation. How could he be considered a big shot?

Maybe in the eyes of those senior rat priests, he has always been just a lucky young rat boy.

Such a gap was like ants gnawing at his heart, and it also made the young guy Sheng Qi gradually go crazy.

This is a taste that every rat man must taste.

The war is temporarily over.

The half-elves did not chase the rats out of the canyon, and the rats began to shrink their defenses. Densely packed rats lurked in the hill where the coal mine was.

Complex trenches and tunnels were constructed.

Soon, this modest mountain range was to become, in essence, a complex fortress.

Naturally, the half-elves could not tolerate this.

The half-elf elders arrived and powerful spells were prepared.
However, he was interrupted by two senior priests hiding in the underground fortress. The chaotic elements brought a bit of impatience to the air near the coal mine mountain range.

At the same time, the rat-man priests who had disappeared officially reappeared, and all kinds of small spells flew across the sky.

The two senior rat-men priests were unable to deal with the gathered half-elf elders.

But it is not difficult to make these half-elf elders unable to do anything.

Various small spells whizzed past and exploded continuously in the sky.

Under the influence of the spell, the elemental reactions near the hill quickly became chaotic, and the chaotic elements rejected anyone's request to mobilize them.

At once, most of the abilities of those half-elf elders were destroyed.

But it is not the case for the ratmen. The agitation of elements does not prevent the effectiveness of some special spells such as Eagle Vision and Berserk.

The mountain warriors launched several charges in the past few days, but in most cases they returned empty-handed.

It was not a wise choice to fight with those red-eyed rats in the newly excavated complex tunnels.

Until they found out they had to.

Wave after wave of ratmen are coming.

And it continued to fill in the hill and disappear.

And as time went on, tunnels were dug out through the hills.

All the ratmen disappeared.

This made the half-elves very uneasy.

Until they discovered underground tunnels that began to spread deep into the hills and towards their country.

Such signs completely interrupted their plans and also interrupted their possibility of driving the rats out of the hills in one go.

Too much time was spent dealing with the sprawling underground tunnels.

The mountain warriors fearlessly broke into the deep tunnels and fought desperately with the rats that swarmed in them.

But they didn't know that the rats had deliberately released them here for them to do.

For the smooth mining.

The senior ratmen priests in the Waste City are in urgent need of the development of the mineral veins. Under their wishes, the war needs to be temporarily given up.

For a hobby that has recently become popular among the rat priests.

Cast a huge sacred bell and then invite famous craftsmen to carve their own deeds on it.

In essence, this is not much different from carving on a stone wall.

Perhaps it is because the giant bell made of metal is rarer, more precious, more wasteful, and can better highlight one's status.

This brought about a demand, which was iron, lots of iron, a lot of iron.

Under the influence of such demand.

At this time, the coal mine garrisoned by the Western Expeditionary Force became extremely important.

Batches of slave rats arrived, batches of big-clawed priests arrived, and one slave rat after another was driven towards the surface mineral veins ignited by flames.

Using simple tools, or even without simple tools, they kept cleaning the burning red coals under the whip of the Big Claw Priest.

It’s hard to describe this scene, probably a barbecue buffet.

The charred slave rats would be randomly abandoned in a fixed place, which greatly alleviated the logistical pressure of the rat people.

When a group of slave rats died completely and lost the ability to work.

Another group of slave rats waiting on the side will be driven forward while being whipped.

It took three full days before the last piece of red-hot coal was carried out by the numb slave rats.

This coal mine, which has swallowed up the lives of many slave rats and will swallow up the lives of countless more in the future, has just entered the mining stage.

Groups of rat-men priests swarmed in.

In that sudden trend, metal and giant bells became the favorites of the ratmen priests.

As a result, coal used for metal smelting has also become an extremely scarce thing, black blood stone.

Some priests gave these black stones such a title.

Supplies were continuously delivered to the rolling hills.

It contains a large number of cave mushrooms. Thanks to the enlightenment of time and mathematics, the chaotic and bloated logistics system of the rat people has finally been sorted out.

At least the rat priests in charge of logistics finally came up with the idea of ​​unifying the planning of the cave mushroom grow rooms densely dotted throughout the desolate mountains.

After understanding some basic things.

The rat priests in the underground rat city were surprised to find that they suddenly had a large number of cave mushrooms.

These cave mushrooms were naturally supplied to several other rat-man cities and taken by rat-man priests to every place where rat-men were entrenched.

But to be fair, after leaving the Desolate Mountains, few ratmen like to eat these bland cave mushrooms that have lost moisture and become extremely tough during long-distance transportation, even if their target audience is the humble slave rats.

Even the fresh green sprouts on the grass are much more delicious than these damn mushrooms.

But the rats in these hills have no choice.

Because of their actions of setting fire to the mountains and their huge size, the hills they occupied could no longer support these ratmen.

Even insects could not be dug out from the charred land.

And batches of slave rats continued to arrive.

As a result, this place became the main dumping ground for the spoiled dried cave mushrooms produced in the barren mountains.

But how could some rat people who have seen real food accept these spoiled dried mushrooms?

Sometimes, you will see some thick black smoke rising near the hill. If you are curious and go to check it out, you will find some gnawed rat-man bones with teeth marks all over them.

do not panic.

This is a special delicacy.

The area fell into an eerie silence.

The ratmen were busy mining, the half-elves were busy fighting the ratmen in the tunnels, and everyone seemed to have something to do.

By the way, where is Shengqi?

The nominal commander of the Western Expeditionary Force has not appeared for a long time.

All we know is that he was hiding in the deepest part of the underground tunnel, protected by those idle rat-man raiding knights, but he was never seen again.

Don't know what I'm doing.

But no one among the rats cared. Everyone seemed to have their own things to do.

Those who mine are mining, those who sell snacks are selling snacks, and those who hunt rats are hunting rats.

Even soon after, a temple was built.

A team of temple guards also followed the temple and moved into this newly built complex stronghold.

But is Sheng Qi really just slacking off, or is he becoming depressed because the blow was too great?

No.

He just went to see a rat man.

Although facing this guy, without listening to the next few words, even a bragging guy like Sheng Qi couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

But there is no way.

He needs patience, or to be more precise, words.

He didn't choose.

For this reason, he could only force himself to listen.

Listening to the arrogant and unrealistic words of the guy waving his big claws opposite.

"Your Excellency, the Seventh Rope Commander, you only need to pay a small price to get a huge reward. Isn't this great? This is an honor comparable to that of the White Rat High Priest!"

(End of this chapter)