From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 167

He drummed his knuckles on the table, the white mouse disappearing into the darkness, and no one knew what he was thinking.

The Ratman Kingdom has completely entered a state of expansion.

Along with various problems, the dispersion of power brought about unnecessary conflicts of ambition. These conflicts were not obvious when the rats all lived in the barren mountains, or were completely suppressed by the white rats.

Some rights need to be reclaimed.

He needed the rat people to always be constrained within a framework.

Not for the future of the Rat Kingdom.

Just to ensure that my gift can be preserved intact for a long time.

The passage of time made Bai Shu more and more tired, but fortunately, his understanding of the rat-man empire and that group of rats had always been precise and accurate.

All we need to do is take back some rights and give out some more rights, and everything will be fine.

Soon after, a less formal order was issued.

It was released in the name of the Ratman Council.

Issued to all senior ratmen priests.

But there wasn't much response.

Most of the senior rat priests are entrenched in the Waste City. These guys are doing the same thing that Shu Zhan is doing, but they are not as bold as Shu Zhan, and they are not as thorough in one go.

Some large settlements began to be built on the ruins of the Quillboar Kingdom.

After the white rats betrayed their interests, these rats did not object openly, but they began to build up their own forces behind the scenes.

There is nothing right or wrong about this, it’s just that these guys all believe in their side, or in other words, they are the future of the rat people.

Ignoring the order from the Rat Council, which was not mandatory and not issued in the name of the White Rat, the thirteen members of the Rat Council fought fiercely.

There is no unity either.

As a result, the Ratman Council is unable to effectively restrain these senior Ratman priests.

Indeed, any one of the thirteen ratmen councilors, or any side, is someone that a single senior ratman priest cannot face alone.

But when the thirteen ratmen councillors got together, the effect of one plus one was less than one.

Maybe it has something to do with Shuzhan, the troublemaker.

He threw both councillors from the Rat Warlord side into the Desolate Mountains and the Underground Rat City.

What these two high-ranking ratmen councillors have to do is very simple.

Refute and object to anything your Rat War enemies bring up in meetings.

Rat War had never agreed to any plan proposed by the Rat Priests.

Even business norms that are beneficial to him are still mindlessly opposed.

It made the ratman priests feel disgusted as if they had eaten a fly.

Fortunately, the number of votes held by the Rat War side is not impossible to avoid.

But for this, these senior rat priests had to give up their interests and power to those who were independent of them in meetings again and again.

The big-clawed priest who is in charge of the city's construction, development and expansion, the long-clawed man who is vaguely independent of the two major camps of rat priests and rat warlords, and the former temple priest who is stubborn and rigid but protects the interests of the temple guards.

Business norms stopped at the discussion stage because of the mindless vote of Rat War, the troublemaker, and because the promotion of this opportunity would affect the interests of the Big Claw Priest.

The Big Claw Priest and the stubborn and rigid former temple priest are of the same blood.

The White Rat was gradually withdrawing his influence, but the power he left behind, or the power that spontaneously gathered around him, was not completely abandoned. Instead, it gathered in the underground Rat City and became the third camp besides the rat warlords and rat priests, the Temple Faction.

The rat priests were equally bold. After the coal mines in the rolling hills began to be mined on a large scale, they soon set their sights on the industrial zone in the Desolate Mountains.

If the business regulations are passed, they will challenge the underground rat city in industry.

To date, in the Ratman Kingdom, only the products produced by the Ratman Industry in the Desolate Mountains are in circulation, and it is not because the products produced in the Desolate Mountains are of such good quality that they are irreplaceable.

But it's because of another very realistic reason.

That is, only the underground rat city where the white rats live has the right to trade with any party at will.

Rat Wars does not trade with the Rat Priests, and the Underground Rat City does not allow metals produced in the Waste City to enter.

Even though the furnaces in the Waste City were burning, the ratmen priests were embarrassed to find that the metal weapons and ritual vessels they had tinkered with could only be circulated by themselves.

But the ritual vessels of the gods... well, how should I put it, the stuff coming out of the underground Rat City must taste better.

If possible, this group of gathered rat priests want to deprive the underground rat city of its industrial advantages, leaving this city of rat origin with nothing but the glory of the gods.

Therefore, commercial regulations were brought up, and the rat priests wanted to rely on the Rat Parliament to forcibly open the right to resource circulation in the Rat Kingdom.

This is of course good for Rat War, but it's a pity that Rat War is brainless.

Rat War is indeed an annoying troublemaker.

The Ratman Council once again summoned the senior Ratman priests. This time it was no longer an ambiguous call, but a tough call.

very unusual.

When the temple guards delivered the summoning orders to the corresponding senior ratman priests.

Most of the senior ratmen priests are aware of the seriousness of the problem.

They began to rush towards the desolate mountains without stopping.

Even the rat-man priests realized something was wrong and began to return to the Desolate Mountains.

It's strange to say.

This stern call clearly came from the Ratman Parliament, but the Ratman parliamentarians were completely unaware of it.

And who in the entire Ratman Empire has the ability to issue such a strong call to action?
It seems that the answer comes without thinking.

………….

In the rolling hills.

Sheng Qi gathered his troops again.

The troops under his command were larger than ever before, with more ratmen warriors, more ratmen raiders, more giant catapults, and some new things.

A series of giant mobile clocks, yes, giant clocks.

This is something the ratmen priests invented to prevent themselves from being attacked by half-elf magic archers.

Metal anchored wood forms the most basic frame, huge gears link the wheels, and the power comes from those huge rats.

A giant mobile clock.

In fact, it can also be called a chariot.

The only useful part of the entire chariot is the singing room that was carved out in the center of the chariot and protected by heavy wood and metal.

In this chanting room, the ratmen priests can cast their spells at will without fear of being attacked by the half-elf magic archers.

This chariot didn't have to be so heavy, but for some reason, a real giant bell appeared on the top of the chariot.

In order to accommodate this huge bell, this simple and light chariot expanded greatly and became extremely complex.

A larger body, more gears, more exquisite carvings, and that huge bell, that can keep shaking and making sounds as it moves forward! Ah! Such a sacred weapon! Ah! Such a sacred weapon!
Every step forward allows you to hear the holy voice of God, such pleasant holy voice!
How beautiful!
This is a war machine that is unanimously praised by almost all the ratmen priests of the Western Expeditionary Force. It is a beautiful and sacred war machine.

But it made Sheng Qi's eyebrows twisted.

What, then, is the price of being holy, of being beautiful?

This damn thing became unexpectedly huge. It changed from a chariot that could be pulled by one giant rat to a movable clock tower that required eight giant rats to drag.

This is not without its benefits.

The number of priests that could be accommodated increased from one or two to an exaggerated level. One bell tower could accommodate at least forty rat priests.

Even though Sheng Qi was a mediocre general, he knew that such a strange thing would not be a qualified war machine after the element of faith attached to it was discarded.

But among the rat people, faith is above all else in most cases.

This thing was still promoted and placed in the rat army. If the materials and craftsmanship did not allow it, the rat priests would even want to make it bigger.

It is hard to imagine that this thing would be carried onto the battlefield, and on those rugged hills.

A gaudy fortress.

A gaudy war fortress.

The Western Expeditionary Force launched the second war against the Half-Elf Kingdom.

It turned out that the shaking clock tower's performance in battle was not as bad as expected.

The ratmen priests loved this moving bell tower and the huge bell on top of it.

A large amount of divine magic was cast by the ratman priests in the bell tower towards the ratman army, and this army finally showed the fighting power it should have.

Still in front of that valley.

The half-elves have placed a large number of defenses in this valley, including ancient trees, animated plants, and even a half-built magic tower.

But amid the ringing of bells echoing on the battlefield and the excited and crazy laughter of the rat-man priests.

The gray-black tide of ratmen surged over.

This time, Sheng Qi fell at the end of the army. If those rat priests had not escaped, the army's line would not have needed him to maintain it, and he could not hold back the army.

Looking at the surging black tide in front of me.

Regardless of whether this war is won or lost, all the merits and glory gained will have nothing to do with him.

Fortunately, he still grasped a force, a force that belonged to him.

After all, he paid the price for his momentary good fortune.

But things are far from over.

He won't give up either.

No one can stop him from reaching that goal.

He had already made up his mind, and he would definitely do it.

With red eyes, what he thought of was the image of the white rat standing on the altar, looking down on everything in front of it with indifference and superiority.

Clutching the battle flag tightly in his hand, Sheng Qi didn't realize that he was becoming more and more like his teacher, the crazy and resolute old guy.

This guy is completely crazy.

The battle between the ratmen and the half-elves reached a stalemate, amidst the reverberating magical aura, the surging animated plants, and the tall tree men rising from the ground.

The half-elf queen stood at the top of the valley and looked down at the battlefield in front of her.

The half-elf had already used almost all his strength.

But the battle was not going well.

With the addition of the rat priests, this huge rat army finally showed its full might.

In the surging tide.

He almost relied on the accumulation of flesh and blood to step through layer after layer of defense.

Cut down the tall tree men, trample the animated plants, withstand the falling rain of arrows, and endure the magic bombarding the formation.

There are no more means, no much gaming, only the ratmen warriors that keep falling down, only the ratmen warriors that keep falling down.

Roaring, roaring, with red eyes, the ratmen warriors kept pouring in.

The half-elves realized that something was wrong and they discovered what the problem was.

It's those moving bell towers and the rat-man priests laughing crazily in those bell towers.

The flickering magical light began to aim at the tall bell towers.

Targeting these bulky war fortresses.

Although these bell towers are bulky, they are far from being easy to destroy.

Rat people never cut corners when it comes to things of faith.

The incomparably solid material and the weight that was so heavy that it required eight giant rats to pull it became its advantages.

The arrows of the magic archers were simply unable to penetrate the outer wall of the mobile clock tower. It would take several powerful magics gathered by the magic tower to completely destroy these bulky clock towers.

The magical power reserves of the half-elf elders are not endless.

But there are far more than one priest bell tower on this battlefield.

Only the tall tree man can knock down these heavy bell towers at once.

But these tree people couldn't get close to the priest bell tower that was surrounded by the ratman army.

The shrill sound of bells echoed across the battlefield.

A priest bell tower closest to the front line became the target of the half-elf magic tower. After several consecutive bombardments of magic torrents, the metal tower fell to the ground with a creaking sound under the heavy weight.

All the rat-man priests were buried in the twisted metal ruins.

There was no immediate death.

You can still hear the crazy, sharp laughter of the survivors in the ruins.

The pungent smell of blood stimulated all the ratmen on the battlefield, and the ratman priests on the towers were no exception.

But in the end, the frenzy and madness will fade away.

At this time, the cries of fear and the wails of despair will replace the crazy laughter and appear in these twisted ruins.

It was drowned out by the echoing bells.

This was an extremely brutal war.

It was also a war that the half-elves had never expected, after the rat-men priests joined the battlefield.

These half-elves couldn't help but get ready.

In short, the rats are coming, and under the banner of God, the real war is about to begin.

　I forgot to fill in the title when I posted it, and I can't change it after I posted it. It's a headache.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)