From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 219, Mark of Killing

The grand sacrifice was held in the temple filled with a faint stench.

The sacrifices held during the Rat War did not follow the rituals gradually established by the temple guards, and did not even begin at the moment when dusk and darkness intersected. There were no bells, no prayers, only a sea of ​​ratmen that stretched to an endless distance, and only the black dragon flag fluttering in the wind.

Climbing onto the high platform, as the flags fell, warriors of all races were pushed onto the altar one after another by the supervisory teams and killed in brutal ways, without any sense of beauty or norms.

It was extremely wild, but it did not prevent the watching ratmen from looking up and cheering. The fanatical cheers echoed in the grassland for a long time.

Shu Zhan waved the flag in his hand on the high platform.

He was the biggest beneficiary of this war. The dazzling light fell, and a drop of something like a red gem fell from the sky and sank into Shu Zhan's body.

This was not Du Yuan's real blessing. Standing on the sky, Du Yuan looked down at the sacrifice going on below him. Four crystals were taken out one by one by Du Yuan. These four crystals were the last remains of those grassland demigods, the remaining after they were broken, and were also a kind of extremely high-quality energy.

Of course, using these things as energy is an extremely wasteful method, but sometimes it is necessary.

A powerful god can bring about a complete transformation to his believers. This is a gift, and after condensing his divinity, Du Yuan also has the ability to exercise this gift.

But this is a power that only true gods can wield. Du Yuan cannot bring down this blessing by relying on his own strength.

The crystal stone that gathered everything of the four demigods was crushed by Du Yuan, and four distinct rays of light appeared in front of Du Yuan. They were incompatible until a mottled flame rose up. In the burning of the flame, the four rays of light twisted, shattered, and disappeared in Du Yuan's hands, becoming more pure and more restrained.

Everything left by the four demigods was wiped out by Du Yuan, leaving only the pure power. As the flames danced, this pure power was stained with a glaring scarlet red, and the seeds prepared by Du Yuan were about to take shape.

This is the power that the killing priesthood brings to Du Yuan, and it is also the power that can push the rat people to truly become extraordinary.

Du Yuan is going to plant a mark of killing in the blood of all rat people. From today on, killing will truly bring power to the rat people.

This is the gift that Du Yuan has been preparing for some time. It can be said that after this killing mark was planted by Du Yuan, the ratmen under Du Yuan can already be regarded as an extraordinary race.

They will be able to gain the ability to grow stronger through killing.

There are just one or two problems. Du Yuan has not truly ascended to godhood, and there are simply too many ratmen.

Even though Du Yuan was only one step away from ascending to godhood, he was essentially still only a demigod, and it was somewhat difficult for him to wield the Mark of Killing.

And even though Du Yuan is already a powerful god, given the number of ratmen, no matter how powerful the blessing is, it will become extremely thin when distributed among each ratman.

This is a very difficult problem to solve, and there are some other ideas. If Du Yuan does not disperse the killing mark in his hand, this killing mark condensed by the remnants of the four demigods should be able to create a terrifying God-given rat man.

If Du Yuan did this, there would be no need for several wars before this blessed guy would be able to reach the power limit of this small world.

But Du Yuan didn't do that.

Holding the killing mark that was gathered together, in an instant, the complete killing mark shattered in Du Yuan's hand, turning into countless tiny fragments. These fragments will serve as seeds, bringing Du Yuan's power to all the ratmen.

Although most of the seeds were destined not to take root and sprout in the end, this was a fair gift. Du Yuan gave the opportunity to all the ratmen without bias.

After doing all this, Du Yuan's figure disappeared into the sky.

This is also a silent blessing, an unnoticed blessing.

The killing mark was too broken to produce any strange image, but it came into the body of every ratman with the wind.

This is Du Yuan’s expectation, and also the seeds that are buried.

This blessing was unknown, and more ratmen focused their attention on the gift that fell from the sky with the dazzling light and the lucky guy who received it.

Rat Wars are stronger and more dangerous.

The surging parties became even more uneasy with this news. Rat Zhan obtained the same gift as the white rat. This was an extremely tricky matter.

A long life can make some things that are already difficult to accept become more acute.

There is almost no party in the Ratman Kingdom that can accept Rat Zhan as a successor, but Rat Zhan's achievements are indeed dazzling, and the power in his hands is also enormous.

Some secret plotting began because some guys were getting restless.

In the entire rat kingdom, there was perhaps only one guy who remained calm about this. The White Rat put more of his energy into the Rat War.

Not long after this grand sacrifice ended, the vigorous Rat War began again, spending some time to wipe out the remnants of those grassland races before continuing on their way.

This war is not over yet.

......

Sheng Qi has made some progress recently. Facing the endless sea, he realized a simple truth: rat people are not good at swimming and rat people should not go swimming.

So how should this war that takes place in the boundless river be fought?

The murlocs that roamed the coast have all been wiped out by the rats. Even these stupid guys are still afraid of death. Most of the murlocs who are not afraid of death have been surrounded by the rats on the white sand beach in a bay.

But what was left was that, looking at the group of fishmen floating and diving in the river, Sheng Qi fell into silence.

The Big Claw Priest provided a solution: a huge square basin, a gray-black box, and a gray-black iron box that could float on the water.

On the white sand beach in the bay.

Sheng Qi hesitated for a moment, his eyes lingering on the gray-black box that was floating on the water in front of him. He wanted to say something, but the big-clawed priest beside him was so enthusiastic, patting his chest and assuring Sheng Qi. Unconsciously, Sheng Qi and 5,000 ratmen warriors boarded the gray iron box. A wave hit, and the gray-black iron box swayed in the distance. Sheng Qi almost lost his balance and fell into the broad river with no visible edge. He immediately sobered up a little. Sheng Qi found a problem, a problem that he had overlooked. The ratman priest who was tinkering with the toy didn't seem to come up with him, and he felt a little uneasy.

He wanted to call for a stop, but the Big Claw Priest on the shore had already released the chain. Under the influence of the waves, the iron box carrying Rope Seven and five thousand unlucky ratmen warriors drifted towards the depths of the sea.

Stupid fishmen appeared around the iron box. They were a little afraid of this huge box they had never seen before, but after seeing the ratmen on the iron box, they became more excited.

Sheng Qi let out a shrill roar of fear on the sea.

The Ratman's first attempt and adventure at sea ended in an extremely embarrassing way. The wet Rope Seven grabbed a lasso and returned to the shore. The Ratman Galloping Knights, who were very flexible in all aspects, once again saved their commander.

Sheng Qi was still in shock. Not far away on the sea, the iron box that the Big Claw Priest had tinkered with was overturned by the murlocs, and the ratmen warriors on it fell into the sea in horror. Although there were many ratmen warriors in the iron box, they were obviously no match for the murlocs in the sea and were all dragged into the sea.

When Sheng Qi came to his senses, his face turned green. The bold and confident ratman priest was thrown into the sea by the angry Sheng Qi. Sheng Qi was truly traumatized by what these big-clawed priests had tinkered with. After turning around, Sheng Qi, with a very bad face, discovered awkwardly that he really couldn't do without them.

Not long after, the Big Claw Priests once again made a bigger metal bathtub, and wanted to trick Sheng Qi into giving it a try. However, Sheng Qi, who had already suffered a loss this time, was not going to be fooled again, and personally presented the bathtub he had made to the confident Big Claw Priest.

The confidence on the Big Claw Priest's face froze, and he suddenly felt like regretting. Perhaps this work needed to be modified, perhaps it really needed to be modified. This regret reached its peak after he saw a large group of fishmen emerging from the sea not far away and looking at him.

But Sheng Qi obviously believed in his work. The rope was cut, and the ratman priest was carried to the sea in the big bathtub he had made.

Not long after, with a cry of horror and despair, the confident rat-man priest disappeared into the sea along with his huge bathtub.

Today, Sheng Qi specially invited all those unreliable Big Claw Priests to come together. His gloomy eyes swept over the Big Claw Priests who were standing there. Since today, the Big Claw Priests have become much more reliable. At least they are no longer scrambling to bring bathtubs of various shapes to Sheng Qi.

Sheng Qi did not give up his attempt on the river. This was a war in another direction. He could not disobey the orders of the Ratman Council. The progress of the war was more beneficial to him, even though the river and those Big Claw Priests made him feel uneasy.

The rats began to stumble into the sea. It was not particularly smooth and they had no idea what to do, but they kept trying.

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The bustling ruins of Prairie City have become more prosperous recently, and the offerings to the gods under the stone pillars have become more exquisite.

There were some shiny containers with delicate patterns, which were used to hold the fat mice and twisting earthworms. The fresh grass leaves were replaced with plump white mushrooms.

It was a bizarre mix, one that would make those temple guards go ballistic.

The patterns and designs engraved on those shiny utensils were extremely complex and exquisite, far more refined than the rough patterns full of mistakes and omissions on the stone pillars, but there was a problem.

Although the patterns on those stone pillars were full of errors and crooked, they were still engraved with the patterns of the great gods.

Although the patterns on these shining utensils are complex and exquisite, they do not point to the great gods at all. These are sacrificial vessels of the various tribes on the grassland. Judging from their exquisiteness, they are most likely sacrificial vessels placed in the temples of heretical gods.

I don't know how it ended up here and was placed in front of the stone pillar, creating a scene that could make the temple guards furious.

Fortunately, all the gods of the grassland had already been destroyed.

Deep in the noisy ruins.

The short rat man was no longer as active as he once was. His body had become extremely thin and sickly, like a skeleton covered in fur. Not only that, but one could occasionally see colorful light flowing on his body.

This is not a very good situation.

This is a disease, a disease that should not appear in the dwarf rat people. There are only two groups in the entire rat kingdom that are qualified to be afflicted by this disease.

Ratman priests and Greatclaw priests.

Demonized disease or magic backlash, the elements are not a safe force, all those who use magic have to face danger. Priests are the safest of many magic professions because of the existence of gods, but every year there are also many rat priests and big claw priests who die from magic backlash.

In the past, this disease was limited to rat priests and big claw priests among the rat people.

But this dwarf mouse-man, who is not a priest and is not a priest of the great god, has also contracted this demonic disease, and judging from the magical light flowing through her body, she has been corroded for a long time and is seriously ill.

She is dying.

But still able to smile.

He rolled up a stack of sewn leather and looked at the stupid rat man standing beside him with a smile.

"Why do you have such an expression? It's not like you're going to die."

She seemed to be very aware of her condition and knew that she was going to die, but there was not even a hint of fear in her words.

He carefully rolled up the leather in his hand and gave instructions to the stupid rat man beside him.

“Come on, go now, you don’t have to wait until I die, go to the Desolate Mountains, I have always wanted to go there, I really want to see the stone pillars of the great gods with my own eyes, but unfortunately I don’t have the chance anymore.

You must help me with this and help me promote these things. You must let all the rat people know about it.

These were discovered by me, the wooly rat. I'm a powerful guy and I'm not much worse than them.

Of course, if you don't want to help, forget it. Haven't you always wanted to be a temple guard? This means you have to go to the Desolate Mountains and the underground rat city."

Having said this, he pushed the scroll in his hand towards the dazed guy in front of him. Ignoring the sadness in the eyes of the dazed rat man, the weak and delicate rat man continued to mutter.

(End of this chapter)