From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 197, Gift, Mockery, Piety, Price
One by one, the temple guards climbed to the top of the sacred oak tree and stood solemnly.

Like statues.

A temple guard with particularly intricate and delicate patterns on his armor walked through the group of solemn colleagues.

Even the intervals between each step were surprisingly consistent.

At the moment when the bell rings.

At the moment when the sacred bell rang, he stood before the altar of the great god, trampled on the altar built from the ruins of the heretic god's temple, and formally began to pray for the blessing to come.

At this moment, the temple guards who had been motionless like statues showed obvious fluctuations for the first time.

No longer silent, no longer solemn, with the subtle clash of armor, the temple guards raised their heads one by one and lowered their gazes to stare at the altar in front of them.

Sheng Qi was watching the sacrifice from a distance.

An oppressive and solemn atmosphere began to spread the moment the temple guard raised his head.

Sheng Qi and the Ratman Rider beside him shut their mouths obediently at this moment.

The chief of the temple guards, who was wearing more exquisite armor, had already begun praying to the gods on the altar.

Prostrating oneself humbly before the sacred altar, shouting loudly.

The temple guards who raised their heads did not lower them, but stared at the altar in front of them in silence. They have always been like this, remaining silent during each grand sacrifice.

But the gods did not respond, and the temple guards chose to wait.

They turned back into those silent statues.

As they moved, the atmosphere became even more depressing. In this depressing atmosphere, a ratman knight next to Sheng Qi instinctively swung his tail.

Just as he was wagging his tail.

A series of uniform clicking sounds were heard, and the temple guards who were as motionless as statues were all startled at this moment.

The Ratman Charger, who was swinging his tail, froze completely, tensed his muscles, and dared not move at all.

But this state was not comfortable, and he tried hard to maintain it with a terrified expression, as for Sheng Qi and the other ratman raiding knights beside him.

He had an inexplicable premonition and felt that it would be better for him not to make any sound at this moment.

Otherwise you might really die.

Not much time has passed since the beginning of the sacrifice, and it has been particularly difficult.

Sheng Qi had already begun to regret why he had to come and watch. He should have understood long ago that this sacrifice had nothing to do with him anymore.

Gritting his teeth, he pretended to be a statue.

There was nothing wrong with the sacrificial ceremony, and the same could be said about the offerings.

At this time, the offerings piled on the altar were of various types.

Much more than just the heads of half-elves.

The wolf beastmen on the vast grassland were also pushed onto the altar at this moment. Not only the wolf beastmen, but also the heads of the wild boar men and lizard men were placed on the altar.

But even so, this was an irregular sacrifice.

In the second half of this grand war, the temple guards became the supporters and promoters behind this war.

If it weren't for the continuous supply of blood mushrooms, this war might still be in a stalemate.

But non-compliance is non-compliance, even if both parties to the transaction have no objection to it.

But the gift from God is not something that can be traded.

The temple guards could not possibly be unaware of this. This group of fanatical temple defenders would even resist the opportunity to awaken and become rat priests. In order to retain their qualifications as temple guards, they loyally guarded each temple. Even in this grand change that affected the entire rat kingdom, they began to get involved in more things.

But they have never given up their job.

There is no doubt about his piety. Every grand sacrifice would be recorded by the temple guards. It is impossible for them not to know what Sheng Qi had experienced.

On the ruins of the transparent tower, Sheng Qi once prayed to the great god. That sacrifice was the only time he set foot in the temple of the heretic god, but the god did not send down any sacrifice.

On the contrary, the old ratman priest who had turned into a statue still exuded the glory of the gods.

But even so, they came.

It stands solemnly before the sacred altar, like a quiet stone statue.

Wait quietly.

Sheng Qi has begun to pray to the great god in the depths of his heart, praying that he can bestow grace at this moment.

It is not praying for oneself, or rather, praying for oneself, praying so that one can survive.

The hair all over his body had begun to stand up slightly.

Death had never been so close to him as it was now.

Time flows slowly, until a dazzling light falls, until a dazzling light falls.

The ratman charging knight beside him, who had forced himself to tense his body, was the first to react. He fell to the ground, and in ecstasy, loudly praised the great god.

"Great God! Great!"

But the praise suddenly came to an abrupt end, as if something had strangled its throat.

A dazzling golden light fell on the corner of the sacred oak tree canopy, and in the presence of all the ratmen present, a broken scimitar was blessed by the gods.

This is a standard scimitar. The rat people do not use this weapon very often. To be more precise, Sheng Qi’s Western Expeditionary Force does not use such weapons.

In the Eastern Army of the Rat War, as more and more scimitars were seized, young rats had begun to wield these strange weapons. This trend was gradually spreading, and some rat warriors had scimitars on their waists.

The blessing of the gods fell on a weapon, on a half-elf weapon, on a broken half-elf scimitar.

The hair on Shengqi's body had completely exploded and his body began to tremble slightly.

The gods bestowed a blessing on a broken half-elf scimitar.

Sheng Qi felt that he was doomed.

Even his body began to tremble, but what he did not notice was that the stagnant atmosphere on the field gradually dissipated at this moment.

The temple guard leader who was kneeling on the ground raised his head, stood up again, and walked to the broken scimitar blessed by the gods without any disdain. He raised it carefully and raised it high.

At this time, Sheng Qi's eyes were a little dull, perhaps he was regretting why he came to join in the fun. He felt that he was going to be executed. On this treetop, if this group of temple guards wanted to kill him, it would not take much effort at all.

He regrets it very much now. If he had known this would happen, he should have moved all the troops under the treetops.

Sheng Qi does not regret his greed.

It was because of greed and the desire for the blessing from the gods that he came to the scene of this grand sacrifice, wondering if it was possible that the blessing from the gods would not fall on the leader of the temple guards who stepped onto the altar, but on him. After all, he was the commander of this war, although the right to lead this sacrifice was sold by him personally.

However, Sheng Qi still has some thoughts about the gift from God.

Until the gift fell, landing on a broken half-elf scimitar.

He felt that he was doomed, until the leader of the temple guards raised the scimitar high in his hand, and until each of the elite temple guards knelt down under the sacred altar.

Until the fanatical shouts echoed above the sacred tree canopy.

Sheng Qi came back to his senses from his daze.

In fact, even if he mobilized all the troops, it would still not be a difficult task if the temple guards wanted to kill him.

The distance between the two sides is too close.

Even if Sheng Qi mobilized the giant skinning rats that he had raised at great cost, they would only be a bit of a nuisance to these temple guards.

The temple guards who were able to gather here today are not simple existences. The first people to benefit from Du Yuan's release of blood mushrooms were those guys who were not short of blood mushrooms.

They have more blood mushrooms in their hands. Driven by the blood mushrooms, a group of the most elite temple guards are no longer fighting against ordinary veteran ratmen warriors. In fact, those elites are much weaker than them. They are fighting against the real ratmen warlords.

The Temple Guards have always been the most elite army in the Ratman Kingdom, even though this army has never actually set foot on the battlefield.

His eyes passed over the temple guards kneeling on the ground, listening to the fanatical shouting.

"Great God, Great God!

Great God!"

This group of temple guards who usually stood in the temple with a serious expression cheered wildly. When calling upon the gods, these extremely powerful temple guards still just kept repeating a few simple words like ordinary ratmen.

There was a hint of confusion on Sheng Qi's expression as he stared at the chief of the temple guards standing on the high altar.

Sheng Qi overlooked a very serious problem. There are many things that you are not qualified to choose, especially when this thing is so important to you. No matter it is good or bad, gorgeous or ordinary, the most important thing is to have it first.

The most important thing is that you have it.

The temple guards got what they wanted, and their wild cheers echoed for a long time above the towering treetops of the sacred oak.

Sheng Qi survived.

The temple guards carried out a heavy box, and the leader carefully put the broken half-elf scimitar with a hazy glow in his hand into the box.

This blessing is actually even more unbearable and inferior than what Sheng Qi saw.

Even though it received the dazzling holy light, this broken half-elf scimitar was coated with a golden color, but the golden color was not constant, and even dimmed visibly with the passage of time. Even though the light did not fade quickly, this inconsistent light was still a reality.

Maybe it won't take long, or maybe it will still take a little while, but eventually, when the light fades, this broken half-elf scimitar will return to being ordinary.

This is not even a blessing, because the light wrapped around this broken scimitar will eventually disappear completely at some point.

But apparently the temple guards didn't care about that.

After doing all this, the temple guards solemnly guarded the heavy box and were about to leave.

Sheng Qi wanted to say something but stopped himself in the end.

The leader of the temple guards did not leave with the team. After doing all this, he finally had some free time and came to Sheng Qi.

The mask was pulled up, revealing a rat man with white hair like a white rat.

He ignored Sheng Qi's strange expression, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Said with a smile.

"Commander Sheng Qi, thank you for this opportunity. I also have a gift here."

Sheng Qi wanted to refuse. After this series of shocks, he felt more repulsive towards these guys in front of him.

Until one box after another appeared in front of me.

Another team of temple guards appeared. This team of temple guards was equally powerful. They lifted up box after box and brought them in front of Sheng Qi.

The leader of the temple guards casually opened the lid of a box, and what he saw immediately changed Sheng Qi's expression.

He had already faced a lot of shocks tonight, and for a moment he didn't know how to deal with them.

The chaotic emotions made Sheng Qi a little overwhelmed, but his body's instinct still reflected his most direct feelings at the moment.

My breathing unconsciously became heavier.

These things are blood mushrooms, and not ordinary blood mushrooms. They are the most colorful and highest quality blood mushrooms. This is indeed a gift that he cannot refuse no matter what, a precious gift.

The words in his mouth were swallowed down by the broad smile of the temple guard leader in front of him.

Some dangerous words were uttered, and hesitation appeared on Sheng Qi's face again. Just looking at the boxes piled in front of him, just thinking about the blood mushrooms piled up in these boxes, the words of refusal were no longer uttered by Sheng Qi.

Rats are always forthright and honest about their greed.

“The old era will eventually come to an end, but who will lead the new era is still uncertain.

But I think the power of a rat man should still be quite different.

Who do you want to choose, Commander Sheng Qi?"

At this moment, the temple guard leader's big smile showed a little more smile. Sheng Qi, who was being watched, felt a little flustered for no reason. He turned his head to avoid it, but he also ignored the look that the temple guard leader gave him.

The look was exactly the same as the one he showed when he looked at the blood mushroom.

It's greed too.

The only difference is that Sheng Qi’s greed is for the blood mushroom, while the temple guard’s greed is for Sheng Qi.

(End of this chapter)