From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 338, New Era

The losers sat down at the long table dejectedly. To some extent, this also represented the progress of the rat people's civilization.

A long time ago, for the rat people, the best and most common outcome for a loser was to be sacrificed on the altar of the gods. Now they are much more civilized.

A negotiation that went quite smoothly.

A negotiation with a sneaky plot.

Eventually, everything fell.

Sheng Qi was pushed onto the platform.

A new high priest was born, and it fell on Shengqi's head, with the support of the temple guards and the ratmen priests.

When Sheng Qi received the news, the excitement on his face was almost impossible to conceal. It was as if he was in a dream, and the exaggerated smile lingered on his face for a long time.

What I have been pursuing and longing for suddenly becomes a reality. It suddenly becomes a reality. It is incredible.

The commander of the temple guards kept his promise.

In fact, the reason why Sheng Qi was willing to step into this war so decisively was because of the position of the high priest.

The commander of the temple guards made such a promise to Sheng Qi in the name of the great god, and Sheng Qi chose to believe it without hesitation.

This holy war is over, the chaos in the Ratman Kingdom will subside, and a grand sacrificial ceremony will begin. In this sacrificial ceremony, Sheng Qi will officially take office and become the second high priest of the Ratman Kingdom.

But whether all this is really as he wishes and expects is unknown.

Maybe not.

By the way, being the high priest is certainly not perfect. Once he really falls into this position, Sheng Qi and his Western Expeditionary Force will definitely not be able to return to that vast and boundless river.

The channel that Shengqi had just swallowed was probably about to be vomited out.

After all, there are no loyal and reliable guys under his command.

But it doesn’t matter. If Sheng Qi had to make a choice, he would choose to be the high priest without hesitation.

High Priest, High Priest! High Priest!
He had been looking forward to this day for too long, too many times, and even got carried away with it.

Some even can't see clearly what they are facing.

I hope he won't regret it later.

Sheng Qi is indeed a lucky guy, a lucky guy, and fate seems to have a special preference for him.

But, this guy always misses the gift that falls from the sky.

The war will continue soon, when Sheng Qi sits on the throne that is tied to the sky and looks high above.

There is about to be a reshuffle of power in the Ratman Empire.

Led by the Temple Guards.

The rat priests retained most of their own interests, provided they knew the current situation and were willing to cooperate.

Some unqualified guys will be cleared out, such as those incompetent people sent in by Rat War, and those rat warlords who are becoming more and more sophisticated in the underground rat city.

This will be a distribution of benefits.

Fortunately, it will not be a shameless and greedy division.

The commander of the temple guards, that mysterious guy, seemed to have made some kind of decision.

He would never go down the same path as the white rat.

Compared to the high and mighty god, he could see more, and what he saw were the things that appeared before him.

This bloated and deformed empire, the ratmen themselves.

Of course, he also didn't love these rat people, these despicable guys, he just wanted to prove something to the white rats.

You are on the wrong path.

Although it was not actually expressed, the meaning was very clear.

A major event occurred in the underground rat city, causing a violent riot.

The remains of the white rat were missing.

The holy remains that were supposed to be placed as a holy object in the original temple disappeared, causing an uproar.

It's a pity that this incident happened during the Holy War, and all the rat priests who guarded the original temple left the underground rat city, and the temple guards had no idea about this matter.

The riot ended in vain, and the body of the white rat was never recovered.

Perhaps this is a good thing. The white rat may not be accustomed to being placed in the temple after death and existing as a sacred object.

When it comes to arrogance or pride, this guy is not much worse than Shu Zhan.

At this time, in an inconspicuous corner of the Barren Mountains, on a towering barren peak.

The temple guard leader took off his helmet and looked into the distance.

A messy pile of stones appeared beside him.

In front of him, a huge statue appeared. It was an unfinished statue of a god.

As time passed, the so-called blood gold that the ratmen priests came up with became less and less credible. These things that they touted as being extremely sacred and dazzling were actually not so valuable.

It will fade too.

A figure suddenly appeared beside the leader of the temple guards.

A slender figure.

He was not scared, nor did he turn around to look at her intentionally.

Just staring at the towering statue from afar.

The aura in his body continued to surge at this moment, and a familiar transformation appeared.

Became a hero.

Turned back.

The leader of the temple guards did not stop here and walked down the mountain.

The tall figure watched him go.

One sentence was left behind.

"Ying, if I die one day, find my body and bury me here too."

Just leave like that.

The blood gold is not permanent and will fade in color, taking on a mottled green hue.

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The main continent, the capital of the Dark Eye people, the City of the Sun.

The city became more and more crowded during this period.

More and more people flocked into this city, not for anything else, just to survive.

The Dark-Eyed people repelled the invading ratmen, only for the long night to continue.

They are almost reaching their limit.

The last darkness before the light has come.

Food, food, and more food.

The imperial royal family offered a reward for finding a solution to the food problem. The reward was hung high on a bulletin board in front of the city square, and it wasn't that no one took down the notice.

But the solutions given are always a bit weird.

Use magic power to synthesize a glue that can fill the stomach but has no nutritional value. Long-term consumption will make people weaker and weaker but will not make them hungry. It can allow hungry disaster victims to die in peace.

Proposed by an unknown academic wizard.

Recover the bodies of the ratmen, boil them, put them in glass bottles and supply them to the hungry residents.

Proposed by a mage who is engaged in the food industry,
Drive the hungry people out of the cities and let them return to their land to cultivate it.

Proposed by a noble who had lived in Sun City since birth.

Well, each of these items has its own peculiarities, but the most reasonable one is the second one, canned rat-man in a glass bottle.

In addition to lizardmen, snakemen, sea monsters, and ratmen, humans seem to be starting to eat ratmen as well.

Fortunately, not all suggestions are so weird.

A young man, covered in mud, came to the square of the City of the Sun, holding a bundle of fresh, still somewhat green wheat ears.

It immediately attracted everyone's attention.

In fact, from the moment this dusty young man walked into the city, countless people stood up spontaneously and followed him when they saw the handful of fresh wheat ears.

These poor fellows, ragged, emaciated, having lost all hope, huddled in every open space, waiting for death in sorrow.

They stood up.

Because of that handful of green ears of wheat.

Because of that handful of green ears of wheat!
Countless people, countless people, they gathered together.

Until the young man stopped and took down the notice.

The thunderous cheers swept across the vast city square like a tsunami.

The young man was so frightened that his body was shaking.

Turn around.

What caught his eye was a group of people cheering for him. There was a crowd of people cheering for him that stretched as far as the eye could see.

In confusion, I realized something.

There was a hint of excitement on his face.

He realized what people were doing, they were cheering for him.

Holding high the green ears of wheat in my hand, I see them in pairs of eager eyes.

It is a very gratifying thing to realize that what you are doing is not in vain.

It's exciting.

For the first time, this gray-faced young man was recognized by so many people.

A dazzling light seemed to bloom at this moment, or maybe it was an illusion.

In this city lit up by magic lamps, what could possibly suppress the light lit by each magic lamp?

A hero was born.

This is an inefficient and even somewhat clumsy attempt. If there is no light in the world, then magic lamps can be used instead.

But it worked.

It brought some vitality to this increasingly lifeless country.

Brought some hope.

It also prevents rats from falling to the bottom of the food chain and becomes a universal food choice.

Of course, the problems faced by the Youyan people are far more than just food.

After that tragic war, after many human gods suddenly dimmed.

Imbalance, imbalance in all aspects.

But fortunately, these guys did not choose to sit and wait for death, and many new things appeared.

For example, on the plateau where the Rat War was defeated.

A new round of barbarian invasions emerged.

The environment on this high plain has become so harsh that it is no longer able to support the survival of any living creatures.

The indigenous people of the plateau died in large numbers in the brutal elemental storm.

They were forced to abandon their homeland and sweep down upon their neighbors.

The problems they face are many.

The erosion of residual magic, the loss of homes, and hunger.

It’s a pity that their neighbors could no longer afford to support them. Even if they broke through the city again and carried out large-scale looting, they would not be able to gain much or bring any food.

Driven by hunger, this group of highland humans is rapidly transforming into a true barbarian, and they are beginning to try to include their own kind in their diet.

This is a bad thing.

Of course, it’s not all bad.

The team of mages returned from the plateau, and the possibility of a plan was determined.

Heart of the world.

A very large-scale construction.

They planned to erect a tall tower in the center of the plateau, reaching straight up to the sky, immersed in the violent tide of magic, and absorbing the violent and disordered but infallible magic.

If this tower could be successfully erected, everything would be different.

This is endless magic, this is endless magic.

This will be the beginning of that change.

This is a great tower that can excite all mages.

There is just one problem.

The current human empire may not be able to support the construction of such a tall tower.

The various parties in the unbalanced human empire are rapidly entering a chaotic state of mutual tug-of-war, heading towards chaos and collapse.

Such a human empire cannot support the establishment of a great tower. This is an unavoidable problem.

So, the mages, the great mages from different academies in the human empire, in a meeting, faced with that tempting prospect, chose to unite without hesitation.

They will do their best to bring down this tower.

This is a precious opportunity for all mages.

The resolution fell.

A less formal High Tower Council is formed across the Imperium of Man.

The wizards united once again after the magic war, but they seemed inconspicuous in the chaotic human empire at that time.

How far they can go remains to be seen.

But the tower is indeed a beautiful vision, and it is appropriate to call it the heart of the world.

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While human wizards were making rapid progress in magical technology, the ratmen were not lagging behind.

Although compared to the ambitious World Heart Project of the human mages, the progress of the rat people seems not so impressive.

But that is also when compared with human mages.

Deep inside the underground Rat City, in the abyss, a dazed guy was fiddling with something methodically.

As a new ratmanologist, Graystone is indeed inferior to Longclaw in many ways.

But he also has his own unique strengths. He is a serious and dull guy, but also very focused.

This is already a rare quality, especially compared to those extremely unreliable Big Claw Priests.

Some debris was placed in front of him.

What's even more commendable is that he is willing to admit his own stupidity.

Although stupid, he will not give up what he is doing, so it is a reference, no, learning.

The learning begins.

The object of study is the Youyan people.

Some special debris appeared next to the gray stone, containing a large amount of knowledge that was too advanced for the rat people.

Elemental core, magic channel, storage node.

Such technology exists in these fragments.

Being watched by the grey stone, being recognized in his clumsy attempts and gropings.

This is not easy, such knowledge is too advanced.

But Graystone was patient.

………….

The curtain of a new era is about to fall.

Chaos spread to almost every corner of the small world.

Change, rapid change, the world is becoming different fast.

(End of this chapter)