From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 210: True Believers
The last Centaur Knight was cut open by a temple guard with a hook-like sacrificial instrument. Half of his bones were removed. He was not dead and wailed in pain.

But such torture did not bring joy to the temple guard.

The more delicate the movements of his hands, the more terrified the expression on his face.

A mistake was made, and when removing the rib, the hook pierced the Centaur's heart.

At this moment, a look of relief appeared on the face of this powerful knight who was galloping across the vast grassland, at the moment of death.

Blood spurted out, splashing the face of the Temple Knight. He was stunned, terrified, and angry, with boundless anger. The curved hook in his hand fell and pulled out the cut heart.

He pulled the heart in his hand with all his might, and with a sharp scream, the angry temple guard screamed. The connection between the heart and the corpse had not been severed yet.

With great force, he pulled the corpse up, but the corpse lost its strength and fell to the ground. When he got up again, the silver armor of the temple guard was already stained with blood.

He was frantically tearing at the corpse of the Centaur warrior in front of him like an impotent and furious madman, but suddenly, this madness changed abruptly.

The transition from madness to panic took only a moment. He knelt on the ground, as if praying for something.

Just didn't get a response.

He raised the twisted and deformed heart high in his hand.

Kneel devoutly, kneel on this scarlet grassland.

The mountains of corpses brought no joy, and this victory, which was won without much effort, brought no glory.

The temple guards did not suffer huge losses. Only 9,500 people remained out of the 10,000-man team, a casualty ratio of almost 200 to 1.

Not long after, white mice officially arrived on this grassland.

This is the first time in such a long time that the white rat has left the desolate mountains.

This news was delivered to the grassland early on, and both the temple guards and the rat lords were already prepared.

Among the few guys who could decide the fate of this grassland, only Shuzhan did not arrive because he was busy with the war.

When facing the white rat, the rat lords put aside their grudges, gathered together as they had done before, and stood quietly in front of the white rat.

However, the distance between them and the implicit defense clearly revealed the unsuppressible contradictions among these guys.

Even standing in front of the white rat, this contradiction cannot be put aside, even temporarily.

The White Rat is the teacher of all rat priests, but to the rat people, such feelings are really not worth mentioning.

Then there are the temple guards.

The leader of the temple guards did not take off his helmet, and stood in front of the white rat with a group of silent subordinates who dared not look up.

The white rat's gaze passed over him and over the temple guards behind him.

At this moment, the leader of the temple guards truly lowered his head, looking a little more gloomy.

The white rat looked at the temple outside the grassland city, the temple of the great gods. Under the management of the temple guards, each temple of the gods was so exquisite.

In silence, I gazed at the temple of this great god.

After this astonishing blasphemy, as high priest, he should have knelt before the gods.

He withdrew his gaze, but felt a little more afraid. This was not right, as his faith was still so devout.

Like a child who has done something wrong, or a child who is trying hard to leave a good impression in front of his parents.

Time was running out. He had expected something when the construction of the dazzling yellow statue began, but he made the same mistake he had made before.

The greatness of God does not need such things to be demonstrated.

But why, why does he still have expectations?
He will offer war to the gods and reach all places that the ratmen can and cannot reach.

In the end, the white rat still did not step into the temple in front of the grassland city.

In front of the ruins.

A large number of ratmen troops have blocked off everything in this area. The tortured Centaur warriors are hung high up by the ratmen. Most of them are dead, but some skilled temple guards still leave some alive.

Even if their bones were removed and their flesh was peeled off, they were still alive. They only needed some blood mushrooms to be cured. Being hung high up, this torture did not last long. The blood mushrooms and pain had destroyed the minds of these guys, and they could no longer be considered truly alive.

An instinctive and mechanical wail.

This Centaur army isn't all that's going to pay the price.

In fact, the remaining ratmen in the city were also captured at the first time, but that was not enough. All the ratmen in this area were brought here. All the ratmen who were active in this area during the time when the temple of the gods was breached would be sacrificed as part of the price.

Accurate screening is impossible, but in order to avoid missing any ratmen to be sacrificed, the temple guards drew the circle twice as large.

It covers one fifth of the area of ​​the Four Seasons Ranch. All the ratmen active in this area must die, regardless of whether the guys included in this circle are innocent or not. If they don't come to rescue the temple of the great god, they deserve to die. But it's not enough, it's still not enough.

The Ratman Lord of the Ratman City closest to this city was pressed down by the temple guards. In front of the White Rat, this guy didn't even dare to use magic to resist, cry, and beg, but it was useless. The White Rat didn't even look at him.

Collapsed into a ball, this ratman lord will be offered as today's sacrifice, as the final sacrifice.

This was an undisguised persecution and involvement, but the temple guards did not hide their intention to do so.

Countless ratmen were driven towards the ruins amid their wailing.

The bloody butcher knife was also swung towards him.

Such a scene shocked the grassland gods who were watching all this.

A grand sacrifice.

This was a grand sacrifice, and it was impossible to count how many lives were sacrificed. There were a hundred thousand Centaur Knights as the base, and countless Skaven as the supplement.

But it is not over yet. White Rat issued a kill order to Rat War in his own name, not in the name of the Rat Council. It was a kill order against the Centaur race.

The temple guards were the same. They also offered a reward. No matter old or young, dead or alive, one Centaur could be exchanged for 500 blood mushrooms from them.

All the centaurs, whether alive or dead, will be piled up here. If there are many centaurs, they will be piled up into mountains. If there are few centaurs, they will be piled up into mounds.

A dazzling blood-red aura appeared during this bloody sacrificial ceremony. This turbid and thick blood-red aura spread towards Du Yuan in the sky.

The gods of the grassland were hiding in fear from the pervasive blood-red aura. Not everyone had made up their minds to run wildly on the cruel path of the evil god, nor was everyone ready to be entangled by the whispers of all living beings.

Du Yuan did not dodge. The glaring scarlet color did not even make the blood color around his body change more. The indelible resentment wanted to infect Du Yuan's body. Mottled flames rose from the cracks in his arm, sweeping away all the overflowing resentment.

Resentment is just an emotion, how can it withstand the burning of the mottled fire of desire.

In a grand sacrifice.

The old white rat knelt down in front of the ruins of the temple. Behind it, the great god did not respond.

This kneeling lasted for a whole day and a night.

Du Yuan knew, Du Yuan knew that Bai Shu was kneeling there at this moment, but he couldn't even take another look at him.

Pairs of malicious eyes were staring at him from all angles, and these malicious gazes almost obscured everything in front of him.

The evil god should be ruthless.

There was a hint of sadness in the white rat's eyes. This sadness was so familiar, as if he had seen it in another rat man not long ago.

What a similar touch of sadness.

The grand sacrifice was over, and the destroyed ratman city was not rebuilt, but a fortress stood up next to it.

A group of temple guards stayed here, seemingly wanting to protect the ruins for a long time and also to make up for their own negligence.

This is not an easy decision, and it may be a lifetime decision for them.

Wandering around these ruins all my life.

But they still stayed. The temple guards were indeed pious.

The White Rat did not stay in the ruins for long and left sadly. The Underground Rat City still needed him to take charge and he had many things to deal with.

He must ensure the success of this war; this is the only thing he can offer to God.

The white rat always felt that he could not give enough to the gods. If only he could give more, if only he could give a little more.

But there wasn't much he could give.

He did not stop because of the possible divine blessing that might appear at the end of this war.

White Rat is a truly devout believer, a fanatical and devout believer.

He did not desire to gain anything from the great God, he just truly wanted to give God more.

The war is still going on, and the temple guards have learned their lesson.

They still did not directly join the war, but gathered deep in the grassland, and built a solid fortress in the rear of the war. They would defend the rear and would never let what happened today happen again.

Relying on the fortress built by the temple guards, a new logistics route was born.

Underground tunnels have their own advantages, but underground tunnels dug in a hurry are ultimately too narrow.

Even though the rats were constantly expanding the route, it was still too crowded for the huge support force gathering from the rear.

(End of this chapter)