From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 292, Ratman's Industrial Planning
Finally, the flag that fled in a panic after completing the sacrifice seemed to exist as a pledge.

Well, maybe it’s not the adopted son, the adopted son should still be the reckless and aggressive Rat War.

But the name of the flag also left its mark in this period of history.

The last few words of a long paragraph.

The temple guards have recently been carving a set of coherent stone tablets to record everything about the gods, which also records the history of the ratmen in disguise. They have been unexpectedly detailed in this matter.

Even the figure of the spear rat appeared on the stone slab.

Perhaps it comes from the rigor of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The flag fell a little bit, and it looked like a spear held high by the river.

Of course, Qi would not let what he had finally accomplished with so much difficulty fade into obscurity.

He tied up several Big Claw Priests, who were the leaders of various ratman caravans. These poor guys accompanied the flags as they ran wildly in Lianyan Province, waiting silently in the mud.

They are witnesses and also preachers.

This is a bold move, but it is not a big problem. The Big Claw Priests in these caravans, with the support of the rat lords, seem to be superior, but in fact, these guys are still the Big Claw Priests, just useful tools.

Qi did not touch the goods in the ratman caravan.

Under this premise, these Big Claw Priests really had no ability to resist Qi, the ratman warlord, even though Qi was a ratman warlord for such a short time.

How to prove it, how to publicize it, this may be a difficult problem for other intelligent creatures in other places, but in this deformed country, it is not complicated or difficult for the rat people.

Just in the name of God.

Whether it is the ratman priest or the big claw priest, these guys are frantically pursuing other things and no longer attach importance to the belief in gods, but they still retain the awe of the great gods.

Well, it seems a little awkward, but it is not surprising, or rather, they may have always been so devout, but excessive pragmatism and utilitarianism, and the flames of desire are too hot, which distorted their piety.

Offering sacrifices to the gods to accumulate merit is piety, but does hoarding a large number of blood mushrooms that represent merit not represent piety?
The ratmen priests have always been pious and they dare not tell lies in the name of God.

These cunning and greedy guys are, in a way, the best witnesses, as long as these things involve gods.

After Qi had crossed one defense line after another and arrived at the metal fortress at the border of the two continents, his deeds were recognized by the temple guards. Perhaps he had finally become somewhat valuable.

Qi was received by the guy deep in the temple.

The temple guards became increasingly dissatisfied with Rat Zhan. This guy's radicalism indirectly led to the fall of the Golden Province. The majestic city of Storm City was once again recaptured by these guys. The human army was already heading towards this steel fortress.

This made the guards of the temple particularly anxious. Under such circumstances, the guards of the temple did not mind supporting a rat warlord who did not belong to the Rat War. This was an option.

In the corner of the sacred hall in the flickering firelight, a guy was tapping his left side with his sharp claws while staring at the flag.

"Of course, we'd like to help you."

The speech paused at this moment.

Qi fell into silence, but after just a moment of thought, Qi quickly made a choice.

The flag’s goal has always been so clear, upward.

He completely sided with the temple guards, and in exchange, the temple guards were naturally willing to endorse Qi's achievements.

And this is just the first in a series of exchanges.

After an adventurous, busy and difficult journey, Qi finally reaped the rewards.

That simple pattern engraved on the stone slab was a small piece of words about him at the end of a long period of history.

A good start.

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Everything is accelerated.

Major events are constantly happening, and the rat war running rampant in the human empire is like a catfish, stirring up the uncalm waters.

The destruction of a village or town was not a big deal at all, but the fall of a city and even the death of a great nobleman were all eye-catching.

After breaking through the blockade, the bold guy Shu Zhan did not go away at all, but lay in wait in the dark. He really seized the opportunity and ambushed a great noble who was in a hurry to return to his territory.

The nobleman was killed on the spot and hung high on a dead, rotten and smelly tree.

There was an uproar, but what else could one do besides being in uproar?

After the noble coalition gained a foothold in the Fierce City, they continued their advance, but were then stuck by the metal fortress.

The Elemental Annihilation Cannon was blocked by the shaking skeleton bell. Without the artillery fire to clear the way, it was really difficult to capture such a metal fortress.

What kind of fortress is this? The base color of the fortress is dull black and gray, and it is covered with mottled and uneven connection marks from batches of molten iron being poured together during the casting process, like uneven fish scales spreading on the outer shell of the fortress, forming such a peculiar shape.

Even during the ongoing war, outside the fortress, the enemy was watching everything.

The repair of the fortress has not stopped.

The uneven places were polished without any effort, following a peculiar principle, not to polish them smooth, but to make these uneven places more beautiful.

Well, this is something that is difficult to understand, but as religious lunatics, there is really no big problem for the temple guards to do this.

During this time, the temple guards faced many problems.

The fall of the Golden Province brought many problems. The noble coalition in front of us was just one of these many problems, or perhaps it was the most difficult one.

The rat farmers who had originally purchased the land fled back to the fortress in a panic and gathered in front of the temple.

These guys purchased land from the temple guards, but this time the land was snatched back by humans again. This matter is easy to handle. After all, they are rat farmers. To put it nicely, they are rat farmers. To put it bluntly, they are untouchables. Have you ever seen a rat priest talk to these untouchables?

But the temple guards cannot do this.

The system they had finally built was still so immature, so they began to issue land certificates, which were time-limited land certificates and the first collateral in the Skaven Empire. In fact, before this, there were also transactions of resources and land, but that was the result of high-sounding negotiations between the bigwigs, and this method was not effective for the Skavens.

Now, it is the temple guards who act as guarantors to provide such certificates.

How to say it, if the temple guards are used as guarantors, it can indeed restrain most of the ratmen priests and ratmen warlords, and ordinary ratmen can use such certificates to protect their own things.

But it seemed to be of no use, because these guys did not value the land which was not worth much blood mushrooms at that time.

By issuing such a certificate, the ownership of the land was guaranteed. As long as the Golden Province was recaptured by the ratmen again, these lands would still belong to the ratmen farmers who no longer had any plans, and the matter was settled.

As the superior party, it is a very rare thing for the temple guards to be willing to make a promise to them. Otherwise, what else can they do? Do they still want compensation?

The noble coalition was stuck firmly in this fortress and could not move forward at all. This fortress was so hopeless that the noble coalition could not shake it at all with its current strength.

This node is firmly in the hands of the rat people, so the task of driving the rat people out of the main continent is doomed to be impossible.

Instead, they dragged themselves into a stalemate. The coalition of nobles could not leave. If they left, they would leave this place to the ratmen again and the invasion would start again soon. However, if they did not leave, they could not move forward any further and were stuck here.

Fortunately, the logistics were not something that the great nobles in the aristocratic coalition had to be responsible for themselves.

A steady stream of supplies continued to arrive at Lianyan Province through the river. The sudden attack by the flag burned most of the supplies on the dock, but they were quickly replenished.

Leaving these nobles and their armies here to resist the ratmen was originally a good thing for the imperial royal family.

There was just one problem. If the prince could really stop the Rat War, after the noble coalition was stuck here, the only flag left standing in the human empire would be that of the prince alone.

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Sheng Qi finally got support, but surprisingly, the support that came here might not belong to the Western Expeditionary Force in his hands.

Or rather, the Western Expeditionary Force, which did not entirely belong to him, after its land advance failed.

More energy and attention were invested in this vast river and in this bitter and salty water.

The rats began to march towards the ocean.

And it just so happened that not only had Sheng Qi wandered into the territory of the Human Empire and completed his landing, but the Big Claw Priest in the Western Expeditionary Force also had a rudimentary technology line in his hands, a technology line about the ocean.

For a moment, it seemed that as long as we put in the effort, we would be able to see immediate results.

All this is natural and logical.

But how can I put it, these guys, these guys who believe in the spirit of ore, have successfully led the entire Ratman Empire's technology tree regarding the ocean astray.

Bathtub battleship, bigger bathtub battleship, even bigger bathtub battleship, bathtub battleship loaded with weapons, bathtub battleship loaded with more weapons, bathtub battleship loaded with even more weapons.

This is really a situation that is difficult to describe.

One after another, the bathtub warships were quickly launched into the sea.

Deep in the rolling hills, in the coastal area, towering furnaces and simple structures made of metal appear here, and these are ports built by big claw priests.

The ratmen's port is very strange.

It is built up with a large number of metal pillars, pipes, gears, various chains, a large group of slave rats, and, yes, the most important, the most critical, the metal clock. Every industrial area of ​​the ratmen cannot be without a big clock. It is necessary, this is certain.

The big bell was struck regularly, the sound of the swinging iron chains was as crisp as the sound of the big claw priest whipping the slave rats, the gears creaked as they turned, and on this ratman's dock, those complex metal pipes were moved and connected as they were pulled. The hot blast furnace poured out boiling molten iron, which flowed into the pipes and finally flowed into a platform supported by metal pillars.

The casting technology of the ratmen has reached a very mature level.

It won't be long before, in an hourglass day, a bathtub battleship is formed in this ugly and complicated dock. Such production capacity is not the limit. In fact, with the expansion of the dock and the deployment of more slave rat big claw priests, the production capacity will soon expand rapidly at an extremely exaggerated speed.

The Rat Council has made a decision, perhaps a big plan, a Rat version of a naval power.

Well, at least for now, the rats don’t particularly value this endless bitter and salty river. They are just looking for a new road because of the stalemate in the land war.

This situation may change with the exploration of the ocean. The vast ocean has enough benefits to change the minds of the rat people, especially when the territory of the Rat Empire is once again about to reach its limit.

The special tunnels that run through every city are becoming increasingly overwhelmed.

Even for the most tireless giant rat, it would be a long and arduous journey to run all the way from the iron fortress at the edge of the Skaven Empire back to the Desolate Mountains.

As the capital of the Ratman Empire, the Desolate Mountains are too remote.

The rats don't urgently need a new way to connect the various parts of the empire, and there is no urgent need for this now, but it is a matter of time.

Perhaps this vast, brackish river can solve a problem that will sooner or later come to the fore.

A round warship fell from this strange dock platform and hit the sea heavily. The violent shock caused huge waves. Iron chains and aerial platforms spread down from the platform, on which climbed and gathered a large number of slave rats.

At this moment, these guys were trying desperately to avoid the huge waves.

The production of a bathtub battleship, no, it should be said that the circular battleship has reached the final stage. The waves have subsided, and the circular battleship is no longer swaying on the sea. The slave rats climbing on the chains and perched on the platform swarm up. They have a lot to do.

The repair and polishing of the circular warship hull, the installation of gears and power structures, and finally the war equipment.

After completing this series of processes, the circular battleship will be officially completed.

Then fill in sufficient bio-power modules, load enough ratmen warriors, and sail to the sea under the command of those unreliable Big Claw Priests.

These are the reinforcements that Sheng Qi has been waiting for.

The Ratman fleet was filled with ships full of Ratman warriors, like crowded cans of sardines floating on the ocean, with their cans opened.

The expression is very complicated.

Sheng Qi didn't know what expression he should make at this moment, nor did he know whether this scene was a good thing for him or a nightmare that was not yet over.

The Ratman's ocean pioneer, Lucky Man, commander-in-chief of the Western Expeditionary Force, Rope Seven, at this moment revealed a complex and painful emotion.

(End of this chapter)