From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 331: My Great Father
To some extent, Rat Wars and Long Claws are very similar.

Long Claws climbed the God's Road at all costs, and died on the God's Road he had explored.

Rat War died in arrogance and arrogance with unparalleled pride.

This extreme paranoia and unparalleled pride are emotions that are not common to the rat people.

The ratmen are just a group of despicable fellows. Cowardly, greedy, fickle, cruel and tyrannical. These are characteristics engraved deep in the blood of every ratman.

But Shu Zhan transcended the blood of the ratmen and was no longer cowardly. He was superior and extremely proud, even though he was just an ugly hairless rat, even though Shu Zhan was just an ugly hairless rat that was afraid of the cold, had no hair, and was covered with horrifying scars.

Only those who transcend bloodline and insurmountable stubborn constraints are heroes.

No matter how cruel and tyrannical Rat War was, and how much killing was committed, from this point of view, he is undoubtedly a dazzling hero.

He became a hero because of his pride that made him unwilling to give in easily, but it was also this pride that turned into arrogance and arrogance that led to his death.

Rat War's death was not inglorious.

Covered with wounds, he knelt on the pile of corpses.

Like Rat War and Long Claws, neither of them really cares about what happens after they die.

But there was one thing that undoubtedly made him happy.

There is only one guy in the Ratman Empire who can take on his death, and only one guy who can take on his death.

The appearance of the rat assassin gave him a chance.

He knew this sneaky bunch.

At least, at least he died at the hands of a white rat. This is worth being happy about. This is worth being happy about.

Before he died, Shu Zhan was thinking about this.

You can tell from the smile on his face.

Although this ugly guy's smile is really not very pretty.

The things he was concerned about before he died also carried an incomprehensible and inexplicable emotion.

Just how to say it.

Except for the great losses he suffered at the hands of fire and white rats, Rat Zhan's life was generally smooth.

Even in this war, he never suffered any loss at the hands of Caesar.

Arrogance and arrogance permeated his entire life.

Another fight began in front of the pile of corpses. The rat assassins broke into the battlefield in a gorgeous and dangerous manner. Their target was Shu Zhan's corpse and the black flag held in his hand.

The pitch-black flag stood on the pile of corpses. Instead of swaying in the sea breeze as usual, it drooped down and landed on Shu Zhan's body.

Shu Zhan carried this pride throughout his life.

………….

The rat assassins took away the black banner.

After leaving behind a pile of corpses.

This was a brutal war, and the human crusades were almost completely defeated.

Is the war over? No, the war is not over.

However, the jihadist army fell apart in an instant.

With too many losses and the threat temporarily gone, changes will naturally occur, especially because the forces that make up the jihad army are too many and too diverse, and this war was fought too brutally.

This change will affect everything in the human empire.

This was a good opportunity, but the rats couldn't seize it.

Because a shock that will sweep across the entire Ratman Empire like a tsunami is about to occur.

In the Desolate Mountains, in the underground Rat City, a sacrifice entered the preparation stage.

Planned by the old high priest.

If nothing unexpected happens, this will be the last sacrificial ceremony that this old white rat can perform.

At the end of his life, the white rat wanted to end his life with a sacrifice.

During this period of time, many rat people began to anxiously wait for news. The big shots among the rat people, who were hiding in the shadows like sneaky guys, lost their previous calmness and wandered around day and night.

Waiting for the dust to settle on a piece of news.

The Western Expeditionary Force began to return.

Sheng Qi didn't understand what had happened on the chaotic battlefield, and he didn't dare to hastily confirm the most crucial information.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't understand it. He has done everything the rat lords and temple guards asked him to do. As for how the subsequent developments will be, Sheng Qi is calm.

It seems that he is not that concerned about this matter.

To be fair, the hatred between him and Shu Zhan had already existed for a long time, and it even reached the point of a fight to the death.

Shu Zhan wanted to beat him to death.

However, he was not that concerned about the outcome of this conspiracy, and did not even linger in this sea area with his fleet for a long time.

Compared with the feud with Shu Zhan, Sheng Qi now wants to go back to the desolate mountains to witness the sacrificial ceremony presided over by the high priest.

Hurry up, or you might miss it.

That high priest who was high above, that great high priest, often appeared in Sheng Qi's mind, like a tall tower. At one point, Sheng Qi didn't even have the courage to raise his head and look directly at the old figure.

But now, he was going to witness his death.

He didn't dare to think about this matter before.

The Western Fleet began to return.

In fact, it's not just the Western fleet.

The various rat lords, the rat priests who were qualified to know the news, the temple guards who had not fallen behind in their garrison duties, the big claw priests, and all the rat people who could know all this and could embark on this road began to rush towards the Desolate Mountains.

This sacrifice was not widely publicized in the Skaven Empire, and the Skaven freemen, who were still regarded as lowly people, were not qualified to know what was happening.

But in the end, this matter did not become so solemn.

The pilgrimage routes leading to the barren mountains have been particularly congested recently.

Groups of ratmen followed their leader, master or something else on this road.

Of course, this will certainly be a reshuffle, but these guys are being too naked.

The ratman caravans and accompanying teams were extremely bloated and carried a large number of weapons. Also mobilized were groups of ratman mercenaries.

These rat lords are too naked and utilitarian, and perhaps also mixed with anxiety about the matter that has not yet been settled.

But the white mouse has not died yet.

They understood this, of course they understood this. All these preparations, whose effects might be unknown, were not made within the range of the Desolate Mountains.

One by one, the rat priests, rat lords, and big claw priests, they gathered into a team with anxiety and hesitation, a pilgrim team, and appeared outside the desolate mountains.

Appeared outside this sacred city.

Prairie City.

The temple guards also began to gather.

The temple guards are always more informed, not only because of the great temples spread across every part of the Skaven Empire, not only because of the intelligence network that was quickly built by embracing the Skaven free people, but also because of the good relationship between them and the Skaven assassins.

Once upon a time, both sides existed as knives in the hands of the white rat, one light and one dark.

Even though the temple guards have been separated from the white rats for a long time, their connection with the rat assassins has not been severed so cleanly.

Until the true successor appears, the temple guards have been in contact with the Skaven Assassins' intelligence network.

Some information also reached them more quickly.

In fact, some confusion always exists.

Whether they are temple guards or rat assassins, they are all forces supported by the White Rats in order to continue the Rat Council.

After the death of the extremely arrogant commander, there was no doubt that Bai Shu had already decided on the successor.

But he didn't do that.

He seemed oblivious to the impending turmoil.

But the Rat Assassins were left with the task of supporting a successor.

It's hard to understand.

But since it has not been confirmed, there is no doubt that he is also qualified.

"Even if it is just to better carry out your wishes, I still want to take everything into my own hands."

Muttering quietly to himself, this commander of the temple guards was not that conspicuous, and there were not many rumors and information circulating about him in the Ratman Kingdom. He was a somewhat mysterious guy.

He lifted the helmet on the table, put it on himself, and covered the white hair.

Not long after, a team of temple guards passed through the grassland city and rushed towards the depths of the Ratman Empire.

The temple guards are bolder and more fearless than the rat lords.

A large group of temple guards came from the wilderness and broke straight into the barren mountains.

This is a bold move. Yes, this is an extremely sensitive period. Don't anger the white rats during this period. That would be a very bad thing.

But the temple guards still came back, led by that temple guard.

Go straight to the original temple in the underground rat city.

As the commander of the temple guards, he is naturally qualified to manage the temple guards in the underground rat city.

But who can tell for sure what the actual situation is?

On the first day back in the Underground Rat City, the commander of the guards in the shrine replaced a temple guard on duty at the original temple and stood beside the altar.

This was a good position. When the sacrifice began, he would be able to see clearly whatever happened.

Of course, we can also respond to any possible unrest in the first possible moment.

Is this really the only reason I came here?

If the White Rat showed even a trace of suspicion and dissatisfaction during this sensitive period, his head would be placed on the altar as a sacrifice in this underground rat city without much effort.

Is this really all preparation for the upcoming struggle and unrest?

Today, before the sacrifice, the old white rat came to this original temple, the place that can be said to be the starting point of everything.

His steps were slow and each step was difficult. He needed the support of the plain wooden stick in his hand. Bai Shu was really old. Looking at him like this, one could really feel the passing of time.

The old era is indeed completely gone.

In front of the altar, the white rat turned its head and looked at the commander of the temple guards standing on the side.

The two sides looked at each other at this moment, but soon, the white rat withdrew its gaze.

He knelt devoutly before the altar, as if preparing for the sacrifice that would take place soon. Even just performing these actions was difficult for him.

The white rat did not look at the commander of the temple guards again.

For the white rat, nothing is more important than the great God.

However, the commander of the temple guards kept his eyes on the white rat for a long time.

Is it really just a preparation for the upcoming struggle and unrest?

White Rat has never had any offspring. He is so pious and resolute towards the gods. Even now he is still a fanatic and has never wavered. He has never taken a step towards becoming a saint, let alone having any offspring.

To be precise, in this deformed country, normal family affection has never existed.

Almost all ratmen are born in breeding houses.

The true inheritance relationship has not yet been determined among the rat people. These greedy guys are always in endless desire, and when they stop, it often means death. How can they talk about inheritance in such a state?

The death of a high-ranking ratman will trigger a whale fall, freeing countless slave rats. The inheritance will be fought over by the ratman priests who once depended on him, allowing more ratmen to qualify to climb the endless ladder of desire.

Of course, this is not always the case. This abnormal situation has improved among the free ratmen.

Become a little more normal.

But the relationship between the temple guard commander and the white rat is different.

He was selected by white rats from countless breeding houses and had the same white hair as the white rats.

The white rat is not always so cold, especially towards those two little things that look so much like itself.

But if the white mouse is to be considered a father, he is not qualified.

For him, the most important thing is always the God who is high above.

But even those insignificant ones are so precious in this twisted and deformed country.

Doing all this, regardless of the possible dangers, doing all this just to respond to the possible unrest as soon as possible?
His gaze shifted away from the elderly figure. At this moment, the commander of the temple guards turned into a statue, standing in front of the altar, solemn and dignified.

Of course, he knew, he always knew, what was most important to the white mouse.

Their commander-in-chief was a ruthless and cold-hearted man.

However, no one noticed that under the dazzling helmet, the corners of the temple guard commander's mouth slightly raised for a moment.

At least, at least the white rat didn't kill him on the spot.

My great father.

(End of this chapter)