From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 294: A Few Things About the Temple
The alliance between the Imperium of Man and the Sea Races ended sooner than anyone expected.

The rapid collapse of the marine ecology has made all beliefs empty talk, and it may be related to Du Yuan.

In fact, all these disasters did come from Du Yuan.

Naga, murloc, their gods could have saved them, but now, all the gods who should have been high and mighty have ended up in the same situation.

Nothing can be done.

The Naga and the Murloc did not receive a response from the gods when they needed their help the most, so they naturally abandoned the gods they once worshipped devoutly without hesitation.

The covenant established by the gods has been abandoned, and now these hungry guys don't care whether they eat humans or ratmen.

Struggling in this increasingly harsh ocean.

The fate of their gods was not much different from that of these guys. They were abandoned by their believers, their power was declining, and they were also excluded from the Covenant of Human Gods without hesitation.

The human gods abandoned these two sea gods who had become worthless before the alliance without hesitation.

They are not even qualified to sign a covenant.

Curled up in the corner waiting for the final decision, the fishman demigod took the first step.

In the eyes of these demigods, Du Yuan had never been merciful, but rather cold and bloodthirsty. Perhaps it was at that moment that the Naga demigod realized the destiny of his own life.

Endless anger burned in his eyes. He did not choose to linger on, but used everything he had to cast a curse.

He did not have the ability to curse the demigods present.

There was no ability to curse those treacherous human demigods, no ability to curse that cold-blooded and cruel horrible guy.

So his curse came from another angle and in another way, in the name of the Lord of the Sea. After the path of the merman demigod was cut off, he was the only sea god existing in this small world. With the status of the Lord of the Sea, he let out a sharp and twisted roar at this moment.

"The ocean will swallow everything, in the name of the Lord of the Ocean!"

A dim blue crystal trident with a somewhat ominous aura appeared in front of the Naga demigod. He began to burn his own authority and body, barely tearing a crack in the scarlet.

This trident, a dark blue crystal trident with a somewhat ominous look, rushed into the crack in front of many gods present and disappeared.

His divine body began to collapse.

But it seemed that no god present cared about his sharp roar and so-called curse.

In other words, why did He feel that these guys in front of him would care about the resentment of a weak person?

A trident streaked across the sky, dragging a faint blue light. To some extent, this trident represented a personality and could also serve as a key, representing the resentment of the Naga god towards the human gods and Du Yuan.

As a key, this trident can provide the marine races with an opportunity, an opportunity to land on land.

And as a person, He can give the right guy the opportunity to become a god.

But it's not without requirements. If you want to become a god with the help of this trident, then giving the marine races the opportunity to land on land actually serves that requirement.

If one wants to become a god with the help of this trident, he must create a huge wave, submerge the continent, and destroy all land races.

Perhaps you could call this trident the Hatred of the Naga God.

The faint blue light plunged straight into the sea and disappeared without a trace in the vast ocean.

On this day, a sea demigod who was extremely angry used everything he had, leaving behind only the anger that was like impotence and rage.

………….

In the desolate mountains, in the underground rat city, in the temple that is not wide enough.

The scene here doesn't seem to be much different from before, but it's not surprising. As an extremely sacred and respected place, it is unlikely that major changes will occur.

There is a sacred pillar carved with intricate patterns, and in front of the sacred pillar there is a simple altar with an indelible scent of scarlet and blood, a small blood lake, a pyramid in the blood lake, and a huge bell displayed on the top of the pyramid.

Not only that, the part of the pyramid that emerged from the water in the blood lake has three levels, and the giant cold soul bell is quietly displayed on the top level.

The remaining two steps also have some things placed on them.

The second step, a stone slab and a wooden spear.

The third stage: a kneeling ratman corpse.

There were not many things on display, even a little too few, but the rat-men priests who were careful and fanatical in their activities in this greatest temple would reveal expressions of reverence in their eyes when their eyes fell on those things.

It was as if I had seen something extremely sacred.

But there weren't many things placed here, just a stone slab, a wooden spear, and a kneeling ratman corpse.

Blood mushrooms kept emerging from the bright lake water, interrupting the reverent gazes of the ratmen priests. They were carefully picked up, placed, and taken away from the temple.

The blood lake in this temple is the only blood pool that can produce blood mushrooms continuously without offering sacrifices. It is also the lifeblood of the Ratman Council.

In order to push forward those resolutions, such as upgrading the equipment of the ratmen warriors, recruiting young ratmen, and many other matters, the promotion of these resolutions undoubtedly requires one thing, blood mushrooms.

Where do these blood mushrooms come from? Basically, they come from this blood lake.

A steady stream of blood mushrooms continuously emerge from this small pool of blood. If it is not cleaned up from time to time, the blood mushrooms will soon fill the entire temple.

In fact, this is already a big problem. No matter whether it is the temple guards or the rat priests, they don't want this most sacred temple to be so noisy, but because of these blood mushrooms that keep popping up, they have to keep sending people to harvest these blood mushrooms.

In fact, it is strange that the temple that was once open to all believers and ratmen now has a bit of airs.

A quarter of the hourglass in front of the temple had passed, and a ratman priest walked into the temple with a group of sacrifices with confused smiles on their faces and confused eyes.

The temple guards standing in various places in the temple stood straighter. Well, maybe they have always been fighting that straight.

This temple is essentially closed to the public. Even if you are a big shot in the Skaven Empire, if you are an unpopular Skaven warlord, you may not be able to enter here unless there is a grand sacrifice. This is a sacred place, the most sacred temple.

But blood mushrooms keep popping up.

The threshold was set up by the rat priests and the temple guards. This threshold might also be related to the increasing number of rat pilgrims coming to the underground rat city. There are really too many of these guys.

But you have to admit that the temple guards and the ratmen priests may have some different considerations in pushing such a hidden threshold together.

The temple guards have stood in the temple for a long time, especially the temple guards who can come to the underground rat city to guard, and the temple guards who can come to this sacred temple.

This is the greatest honor.

As for the rat priests, how should I put it? It seems that such a hidden threshold has excluded them themselves, but in fact, the rat people who take turns to harvest blood mushrooms every day will not be interrupted, and all these rat people are rat priests.

The poor rat warlords and big claw priests were excluded. The big claw priests did not have strong power to interpret their beliefs, and the rat warlords basically had no power to interpret the gods, except for Rat Zhan, because of his identity as a god-given person.

The rat people's desire to monopolize faith is terrifying, and even the most devout temple guards are no exception. Otherwise, there would not be such an inappropriate but imperfect unspoken rule.

The sacrificial ceremony is about to begin.

This group of sacrifices are being pushed onto the altar one by one. The rat people always spare no effort in matters related to the gods. Among this group of sacrifices, the Ghost-Eyed People account for a large proportion. And they are not ordinary Ghost-Eyed People, but those Ghost-Eyed People who have opened their vertical pupils and awakened their magical talents.

You can probably tell the identities of these guys from the clothes they are wearing.

Some of the captured nobles were wearing luxurious and exquisite robes, and even their hair was well-groomed. Even if they became sacrifices, they were meticulously groomed from head to toe. This was certainly not a special hobby of these guys. Even if they were about to be sacrificed, they wanted to die in a dignified manner.

In fact, it is hard to say how much sanity these guys still have.

The temple guard brought a sacrifice to the altar and gave it a gentle push. The middle-aged noble naturally knelt down on the altar, and even began to kowtow and praise the great god.

"Great God! Great God!"

This is really an extremely strange scene, which is difficult to describe.

But it actually happened at this moment, due to the use of blood mushrooms by the temple guards.

There are many examples that can easily prove that blood mushrooms are not a good thing for many intelligent races except ratmen, or for ratmen, blood mushrooms may not be a good thing.

A little blood mushroom, a little training, and this middle-aged noble who might have been strong and unyielding once became like this, with a dull look in his eyes and a weird smile on his face. He knelt on the altar, loudly shouting the greatness of God.

The temple guards and ratmen priests were very satisfied with this situation.

The ratman priest who was performing the sacrificial ceremony raised the sacrificial knife in his hand high, and with one swipe, he chopped off the middle-aged noble's head cleanly.

Bright blood flowed out.

This is the source of the indelible red color and the everlasting smell of blood on the altar.

A head with a faint smile was placed on the altar, and the sacrifice continued in an orderly manner.

This is a very unique sacrifice. In fact, such sacrifices happen every day. Although Du Yuan, as the recipient of the sacrifice, may not like such a scene with inexplicable impact, he has not paid any attention to it recently.

The rat people did not know that their great god had recently been fighting with other gods in the high sky, where no mortal being could see.

Fortunately, their sacrifices were not without any witnesses. Usually, Xiaochun, who was perched on the sacred pillar, would witness the existence of these sacrifices.

It’s just that Xiaochun doesn’t seem to be on the divine pillar today, but that’s okay, as it doesn’t seem to make any difference if the Lenghun Giant Bell is used as a witness.

The temple guards and ratmen priests completed this tedious and detailed sacrificial ceremony methodically.

The temple guards were very happy, and it seemed that they had never thought about the possibility of the gods bestowing blessings on them. These guys were very pious and were simply happy that they could complete this set of rituals.

Even their movements have a slight sway, representing their happy emotions.

It returned to its original standing position and resumed its motionless posture like a statue.

But the ratmen priests are different.

The ratman priest knelt in front of the altar and did not stand up immediately, as if he was waiting. Obviously, this guy was looking forward to Du Yuan's gift, although he himself knew that the possibility was not great.

When he didn't get any, he looked up, looking a little disappointed.

But this disappointment quickly disappeared, and there was a bit of paranoia and fanaticism in his eyes. He felt that what he had paid was not enough to be favored by the great gods.

The piety of the Skaven priests and the temple guards is not the same.

If the piety of the temple guards is the kind that does not ask for anything in return, and is the orthodox kind that makes them naturally happy as long as they have done something for the great gods.

Whatever the rat-men priests do, they long for the possible bounty, but most of the time they get nothing. Then they gradually fall into a cycle where the more they desire, the less they get, and the more fanatical and devout they become.

The religious state of these two groups of guys is not normal, but when placed in this already abnormal Ratman Empire and the increasingly abnormal Ratman group, it does not seem to be a big problem.

This sacrifice was over. There would be three more such sacrifices in this day. Two would be of the same scale as the last one. Then, when the hourglass had run out and the Cold Soul Bell spontaneously echoed with its clear bell sounds, there would be a more grand and larger-scale sacrificial ceremony.

The rat priest lowered his head and slowly left.

This sacred temple gradually became quiet except for the light footsteps of the rat-man priests picking blood mushrooms.

In fact, the sacrifice just now did not go without a response.

The Cold Soul Bell responded. When the sacrifice was over and the ratman priest was kneeling and waiting, the Cold Soul Bell shook slightly, although the amplitude was so slight that it was not even noticed by any ratman present.

But the Cold Soul Bell did respond.

A great clock for the job.

(End of this chapter)