From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 264, Grand Sacrifice
Shu Zhan lifted up the Hayfork Knight high, and under the extreme crushing force, he didn't even have any room to struggle.

The Pitchfork Knight was thrown away heavily, and Shuzhan looked into the distance.

Over there, the chaos continued, and the Vatican knights joined forces with those lowly people.

Shu Zhan noticed this scene and just as he was about to take a step, he heard a loud gasp beside him. The Hayfork Knight climbed up and swayed a little, but Shu Zhan was not interested.

In fact, his attention has been more focused on the rear of the front line recently.

Recent events have gradually proved that he seems to be really unable to do without those damn guys, at least that seems to be the case in trade.

The scarlet spear was thrown out casually by Shu Zhan and pierced through the chest of the Hayfork Knight. The old armor on his body was really not enough when facing the spear in Shu Zhan's hand that was stained with blood and became increasingly scarlet.

As fragile as paper.

The Pitchfork Knight was pinned to the ground.

He's not dead yet, but he will be dead soon.

Breathing heavily.

Shu Zhan came in front of him, his scarlet eyes fell on this strange guy, and Shu Zhan fell into thought.

Behind him, the ferocious knight rushed past wildly, causing the ratmen warriors to dodge in panic. Those who didn't dodge would probably be trampled.

In the fierce city not far away, the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, rising into the sky. I don’t know if it was an illusion, but even the air was tinged with a hint of red. All this came from the massacre that was taking place.

Shu Zhan finally came up with the answer after thinking about it, and his gaze towards the Pitchfork Knight in front of him was filled with a bit more inquiry, mockery, and violence.

He realized what this guy was doing.

Ah! This behavior is so similar to that of the red lizard.

With his mouth wide open, this ugly hairless guy seemed a little more excited, inexplicably excited, like a madman.

The sound was sharp and piercing.

The Pitchfork Knight heard everything clearly, but he could not understand a single word. In the eyes of the Ghost-Eyed People, even if the ratmen spoke, they would probably be sharp and twisted screams. The ratmen were the same and they did not bother to listen to the words of heretics.

The life was gradually drained from the Pitchfork Knight.

His eyes gradually became blurred, and the strange screams of the ugly rat man in front of him gradually faded from his ears.

There was not much reluctance in the last words.

Whispering in a low voice.

"Old Susan."

Perhaps he was not completely unwilling, for at that critical moment, the Pitchfork Knight raised his head and looked into the distance, into the depths of the dark rat tide.

It seems like there is something I can't let go of.

The head of the Pitchfork Knight was chopped off by Rat War.

Shu Zhan muttered to himself before swinging the knife.

"So he's a hero! So he's a hero!"

Shuzhan really liked this feeling, and he grabbed the head of the Pitchfork Knight that was about to fall to the ground with his sharp claws.

He was happy, excited, and dancing.

The Pitchfork Knight died, just like that. Until the very end, he never figured out why he did such a thing. He didn't think about it. Maybe he just didn't want to live anymore.

But he still did something, those poor guys, those poor guys were really saved by him.

That was the direction he was looking at.

The galloping ratmen ran into a large and well-organized army on the march. They were the reinforcements contacted by the Stargazing Pope. The ratmen warlords once again showed their unreliability to Rat Zhan.

There was absolutely no warning, no message arriving, and the two sides collided just like that.

Those rat warlords who were released by Shu Zhan all worked in unison and went into the dense forest to capture sacrifices. As for Shu Zhan's orders, they did not disobey them, but there were some deviations in the direction of their advance.

The collision between the two sides could not be said to have happened suddenly, as the rat warlords had not fulfilled their duties. However, the human side seemed to have anticipated this situation, and nothing unexpected happened to their reconnaissance units.

The ratmen warriors were badly defeated and fled in panic.

A feat, the Pitchfork Knight really saved a group of guys, a huge group of guys, although these guys were so humble.

The location where the human team defeated the rat-men pursuers.

Among that group of humble guys, the figures of the Vatican Knights also appeared here, and their leader was also that old acquaintance, the young leader.

Riding on a tall horse, wearing gorgeous armor, with a handsome appearance, he is a perfect knight.

A young girl was held under his armpit and was struggling desperately and crying hysterically.

The leading Vatican knight didn't know how to comfort the young child.

After thinking for a long time, I could only utter one sentence.

"He wants you alive."

The center of the dark rat tide.

Beside the dancing Rat Zhan, a figure struggled to get up. It was the dark rat man. His movements were difficult, but he survived after all. While being arrogant, this guy seemed to have retained a good habit that the rat men have carried out to this day.

Play dead.

He fell to the ground and didn't move at all. This successfully allowed him to survive, but his current condition was really bad.

His body was shaking, blood was still oozing from his chest, and the hole left by the sharp pitchfork had not closed, but it was not a serious wound. This kind of flesh and blood problem could be cured by eating a few blood mushrooms and finding a place to lie down, then after a while, there would probably be no problem. This was a very universal way to deal with injuries.

To some extent, this medical system is much more convenient than the medical system created by the Ghost Eye people, which combines magical herbalism, anatomy, life magic, light magic, and injury theory.

Eat some blood mushrooms, and if you can make it through it you will be full of energy and vitality in no time. Of course, if you can't make it through it, you will have to lie down right away.

The black ratman did not eat the blood mushroom. He struggled to stand up, looking extremely embarrassed, and knelt down to Rat Zhan.

Shu Zhan finally diverted a little of his attention from his joy, and his scarlet eyes fell on the dark rat man in front of him.

Rat Zhan is in a good mood now, and the Black Rat Man has been rewarded.

Very casually, the Dark Ratman became a Ratman warlord in a sentence.

Such a reward was given not because of the chaos caused by the Dark Rat Man in the city, nor because of the warehouse he set on fire, but simply because Rat Zhan was in a good mood now.

He was quite happy, just because of this.

Rat War appoints rat warlords, who can accumulate merits and be like flags, simply because of a little curiosity, or naturally it can be like this, simply because of happiness.

There was an indescribable ecstasy on the face of the dark rat man. Even his weak body could not suppress this joy, which caused him some trouble.

The wound on his chest began to expand due to excessive excitement, and blood spurted out like a faucet that was turned on.

He almost died after surviving with great difficulty.

He hurriedly stuffed the blood mushroom into his mouth.

At the same time, he bowed down again and again.

"Commander-in-chief! Great Commander-in-chief, great Commander-in-chief!" But Shu Zhan did not even look at the dark rat man again.

The human reinforcements that arrived, after repelling the pursuing rat-man army and learning the situation from the knights of the Holy See who were mixed in with this group of poor creatures, did not move forward any further, and had no intention of saving the fallen City of Surf.

Just by taking a look at the endless dark tide in the distance, one can easily come to the conclusion that Jilang City is beyond saving.

They began to retreat in an orderly manner and turned back. It was obvious that the commander of this army also felt that engaging in a field battle with the rats would not be a wise choice.

The rats did not chase these humans at all costs.

There is something more important to do, a grand sacrifice, a grand sacrifice to be held in the city of Jilang.

This is very important, after all, sacrifice is the reason why the rat people start wars and massacres.

Central Mountain City.

After deciding on the sacrifice, the rat people's mobilization ability seemed to have reached a higher level, especially when all the rat people present were going to participate in the sacrifice.

When facing the gods, this is one of the few times when the rat people are willing to give up their own interests.

Captured humans, spoils of war, and all kinds of miscellaneous things, these things are very precious to these ratmen warriors, young ratmen, and those veteran ratmen warriors.

It’s just that at this moment, it doesn’t matter, there’s no thinking, everything is offered up, offered to God.

In a very short period of time, countless corpses were placed in the square in the center of the city.

With the progress of civilization, the rat people have indeed become somewhat different from before.

The lower-class, humble rat people now have more thoughts. Before, they would only stand ignorantly in the audience and witness the big shots waving their arms on the stage.

Only now, they also want to participate, even if it's secretly.

Make some distinction between your own offerings and those of other ratmen, place them separately at a distance.

The things placed are varied and every effort is made.

The corpses of the Ghost-Eyed People, the weapons stained with scarlet blood, and even the dark eyes that could be exchanged for merits were all placed in the square in the center of the city.

Not only that, the news that this grand festival was about to begin began to spread far and wide.

The temple guards have already set off and are on their way.

Rat caravans, rat mercenaries, rat ranchers, and those rat free people, all kinds of guys around, all kinds of guys who heard the news, were rushing towards the city of Surf.

This is a sacred sacrifice.

The only thing is that when it comes to sacrifices to the gods, the rat people will not set too many thresholds.

Various offerings were brought.

Except for the most central square, the central area of ​​the sacrificial ceremony, which serves as the stage for the rat war, other places are random.

Various offerings were piled up in the center of the city.

This festival was very different from previous ones, and almost all the rat people participated in it.

A piece of blackened jerky piled in the corner came from a ratman caravan traveling through this area. The offerers were not the wealthy Big Claw priests, nor the ratman mercenaries who ran back and forth as guards.

From a skinny, lowly slave rat.

This piece of dried meat was the most precious thing he had picked up during his trip to the ruins. In order to compete for the ownership of this piece of dried meat, he fought with other slave rats and even had his tail bitten off.

Along the way, he himself was reluctant to eat the dried meat, but he offered it as a sacrifice without hesitation.

Compared to the dazzling array of rare and precious things piled in the center of the square, his piece of blackened dried meat was really inconspicuous.

But this is also the most precious thing he can give.

At the edge of the square, in an inconspicuous corner, this humble guy carefully put down the dried meat in his hand. Beside him, other slave rats looked at him with envy.

This piece of jerky is indeed inconspicuous, but it is also the best thing this group of slave rats can give.

Fat worms, pancakes with gums, unknown mushrooms, a piece of broken rope, these things were piled up in this corner in a mess.

This corner became the altar for these slave rats to offer sacrifices to the gods.

This is what makes this sacrifice, this grand sacrifice different from previous ones.

It was not just a grand sacrifice, but a grand sacrifice that included rituals of all sizes, in which countless rat people truly participated.

There doesn't seem to be any difference.

It's just that these humble guys, these humble guys who are often not qualified, are taking advantage of this grand sacrifice to instinctively sacrifice to the gods in their hearts.

The slave rat that offered the jet-black jerky was already calling out to the gods. At this point, the sacrifice hadn't even really begun.

Even though the rat people don't pay so much attention to sacrifices, some necessary rituals are still necessary.

In the square, the stone pillars representing the gods have not yet been carved.

Of course, these requirements have nothing to do with slave rats. These things are the specialties of the rat priests and temple guards, and a slave rat would not know or care about them.

His cry probably won't cause any waves.

Very simple, pious prayer at this moment.

"Great God! I want to become a free ratman!"

Praying that I don't want to be a slave rat forever.

Not surprisingly, the beliefs of the rat people are always linked to various desires.

At this time, the other slave rats also began to pray, and all kinds of wishes were raised.

There were many wishes, such as not wanting to be whipped, wanting to be well fed, and being able to keep digging for fat worms, but the wish to be a free man was one of the better ones.

But being pious does not mean being disloyal.

After praying to the gods in an ignorant manner, the slave rat who offered the dried meat sincerely blessed the gods.

Yes, this humble fellow blessed the gods, and not only that, but all the slave rats present did the same.

"Great God! You have always been so great!"

This is the blessing given by the slave rat who offered the jerky.

There are other.

"The gods are powerful!"

"The great gods are able to eat their fill every day!"

"The Great God will not be whipped!"

This is the best blessing these humble guys can give after racking their brains.

Some of them are ridiculous, but sincere enough. They are the most sincere blessings, offered to the great God who is high above.

The rat people's faith is not pure but it is devout enough.

(End of this chapter)