From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 358: A thriving cesspool
Perhaps Shengqi was the first rat man to create this model of political showmanship.

But we have to admit that such an action is not completely useless. At least at this moment, when Sheng Qi urgently needs to gather some of his own strength, such a show can indeed bring some surprises.

Perhaps it cannot be called a surprise, but there is no doubt that Sheng Qi is really hungry now.

When that extremely lowly guy, with a foul odor all over his body and his hair tangled and stuck together, pushed away the rat man blocking him in front of him regardless of everything, knelt in front of Sheng Qi, and shouted loudly about his greatness.

Sheng Qi was very happy.

How should I put it, looking down at the guy who was kneeling in front of me and didn't even dare to raise his head.

This scene is very familiar, but how to put it, in the past, for a long time, he was also the lowly guy who lowered his head.

Sheng Qi gave this despicable guy a chance.

I also heard him say his name again.

"Dark water!"

The big-clawed priest spoke to Sheng Qi with great excitement.

At this moment, he was even shaking with excitement, but what he didn't notice was that at this moment, Sheng Qi, who was standing in front of him, didn't look at him, but looked around.

Falling on the big claw priests and rat mercenaries.

This smelly, but sensible guy is undoubtedly a perfect target.

No group is monolithic. Sheng Qi is in desperate need of help now, and he needs some people who are willing to kneel down to him.

And now, in this dark and deep underground, at the bottom of this underground rat city where the light is always dim.

Sheng Qi held his head high.

Countless ratmen set their sights on him.

It was as if they were looking up to a great man, and in fact, Sheng Qi was indeed a great man to them.

Heishui got a transparent glass bottle, in which some worms were twisting their bodies unconsciously.

Along with this glass bottle comes a word of encouragement.

"I'm looking forward to you bringing me more surprises."

At that moment, Heishui was particularly excited and excited.

Indeed, not long ago he was a poor guy waiting to rot in that dirty pipe, and the next second he became an unusual guy who was affirmed and encouraged by the high priest.

This guy is not a normal guy.

This can be seen from his subsequent actions.

Instead of paying more attention to the worms, he used the name Rope Seven that day.

In the Bottom City, a weapons workshop run by ratmen freemen was threatened by Blackwater.

He placed an extremely generous order and waved his arms, the shiny glass bottle reflecting light in his hands.

"You must give me your weapons and don't delay the high priest, otherwise you will be hanged in this shabby workshop of yours tomorrow!"

If this was a normal transaction, then everything would undoubtedly go smoothly. It's just a pity that Heishui can't give any blood mushrooms now, and he has no intention of paying for the blood mushrooms. He plans to buy on credit, which is against the rules. No normal ratman would agree to such a request.

It’s a pity that these ratmen free people don’t have the confidence when facing the reputation brought out by Blackwater.

Finally, Blackwater obtained a batch of inferior weapons, a batch of spears, and an attack occurred shortly after he obtained these spears.

An elderly Big Claw priest who managed an upper-class neighborhood was broken into in his residence by a group of thugs and executed on the spot. He was hung high up, and the inferior iron spear stuck in his chest became the only clue.

Well, this is certainly not a big deal. After all, the one who died was just a Big Claw Priest, even if this Big Claw Priest was a Big Claw Priest who managed the upper blocks of the underground Rat City.

But this made the temple guards who were handling the matter extremely angry.

After the change of power, the Underground Rat City, this sacred city, was governed by the temple guards. During this time, they tried their best to maintain order.

In other words, they have been trying hard to maintain order during this period of time. Such order is a kind of rule that is extremely unfamiliar to the rat people.

For a long time, even in the underground rat city, even in this extremely sacred city, murder has been a common occurrence, even if such murders occur in public.

As long as all this does not get close to that great temple, nothing will be under its control.

As for your own safety, this is entirely provided by your own strength and the guards around you.

Everything changed until the power change, when the temple guards began to actively suppress the murders, robberies, and thefts that were commonplace in this chaotic city.

Many rat people are not used to such changes.

But it was the temple guards who pushed this forward, so even if they were not used to it, they had no choice but to learn to adapt.

Until this incident occurred.

Sheng Qi had never expected that the guy he just casually pulled up could actually cause so much trouble, even though it had only been such a short time.

The accountability of the temple guards was already before him.

These guys were very respectful to Sheng Qi and could not find fault with his etiquette, nor did they question him rudely.

It's just about the black water and the big-clawed priest who died tragically in his residence.

This matter was put in front of Sheng Qi.

Obviously, now is the time to make a decision. During this period of time, under the joint oppression of Sheng Qi and the rat priests, the temple guards finally agreed to release some of the blood mushrooms produced in the original temple and give up part of their share.

Now something unexpected has happened. It is foreseeable that once the two sides reach a stalemate, all previous negotiations will undoubtedly be null and void.

Sheng Qi had to make a choice.

Unexpectedly and not unexpectedly, Sheng Qi chose to protect Heishui. He made this choice not because he valued Heishui so much, but more to maintain his authority, which was already waning.

He was already a high priest who was looked down upon by others. He had made promises and was a target. If even these could fall so easily, then Sheng Qi would really have nothing left.

Just think about the endless blood mushrooms that are about to enter his hands.

I almost made the decision with gritted teeth.

"He will not be deified, nor will he be hoisted high!"

He uttered these words with difficulty.

The captain of the temple guard stationed in the glorious hall, the stern temple guard, glanced at Sheng Qi and stood up.

"Okay, I'll follow your wishes, great high priest!"

There was nothing wrong with his words, but there was no respect at all. The captain of the temple guards strode away.

Sheng Qi in the room suddenly became more gnashing of teeth.

"Dark water!"

Soon after, all the guys who had grudges against the tragically dead Big Claw Priest were hunted down one by one and eventually hung high, except for the black water hiding in the filthy pipes.

The temple guards were indeed pushing for the implementation of the new order, but they relied on their own authority to push and maintain the order, not on anything else.

This order is not fair, it is just warning you not to do such a thing under the watchful eyes of these temple guards.

To a certain extent, the corpses hung high up can make the rat people remember this far more than anything else.

The authority of the temple guards was upheld.

Heishui once again received the message conveyed by Shengqi. Obviously, after paying a huge price, Shengqi was a little angry. He was ready to let this damn guy stay forever in the place where turbid sewage flowed and become a damn bug.

But Blackwater does not reject this now.

He held high his newly made flag, a flag with a rope pattern printed on it, and held it high in this filthy pipe, with a large number of defective ratmen holding inferior spears surrounding him.

In this way, Sheng Qi possessed a force loyal to him in the filthy pipes of the underground rat city.

This smelly place also welcomed the intervention of another force.

A thriving cesspool?
Strange state.

………….

A heavy rain had just fallen in that plain province, and everything looked a little muddy.

After a period of recuperation, another unlucky guy took that position, and the ratman army also returned to its original size.

Everything is ready and the war is about to begin.

Just as they were about to cross that boundary and move deeper into the human empire, they encountered an obstacle.

And it was not just an ordinary obstacle, but a serious setback.

The heavy rain continued on and off during this period without stopping. Even the sun was blocked and everything was gray.

In the shrill shouting.

Wave after wave of ratmen warriors, clutching spears in their hands, emerged from the underground tunnels and ran forward on the muddy ground.

This was not a smooth journey. Elemental Chaos Cannons kept falling, and the shock waves they caused kept burying the ratmen who were unable to get out of the underground tunnels.

The lightning cannon was repaired during this period and was ready to be used again. It was delivered to the army as soon as possible by the rat lords through the mature transportation network.

But the effect is not good.

It's hard to say who they're copying. Anyway, tall blue towers appeared in the positions of the Dark-Eyed People. These towers had the same effect as the messy stone pillars made by the ratmen.

Defend against the lightning cannon's attacks.

The two sides are back on the same starting line again.

The rats should have the advantage. After all, the numerous war machines are something that the rat army will never lack, and this is something that the army supported by the rat lords will never lack.

But the result was not as expected.

Stepping on the muddy ground, the ratmen warriors ran forward wildly, with fear on their faces that hardly needed to be concealed. Wave after wave of gray beams appeared from the front. The things generously distributed by the parliament masters, those chain mails, mushroom leather armors, and even those pitch-black full body armors, were not so reliable in front of the gray beams.

Easily pierced.

One by one, the ratmen fell down while running, falling on the muddy ground without even leaving any blood. The wounds caused by these gray beams of light did not bleed, only a big black hole with a burnt smell.

Of course, sometimes such wounds are not fatal. Many ratmen fall to the ground after their hands and feet are pierced. They will not die and will continue to wail on the muddy ground.

I couldn't see my opponent clearly, and I couldn't even get close to him.

Go onto the battlefield and start charging. From afar, those deadly beams of light will pour down like raindrops. Then you will be able to see the ratmen around you falling one by one, and their painful wails begin to echo in your ears.

"Damn it, what on earth is this, what on earth is this!"

A ratman warrior with a hole in his thigh, who was rolling on the ground in a panic, shouted like this in fear.

He was not the one leading the charge.

In fact, he was mingling at the very end. There were quite a few ratmen who were pushed onto the battlefield and were running wildly. They were a huge group, but they kept falling down during the charge.

How long did it take?
It's hard to calculate, I only know that soon after that sharp roar, soon after they started to charge, in the waves of light beams, the ratmen around me kept falling down, and it didn't take long before it was my turn.

When I looked up from the mud, my whole body was covered with wet mud.

This poor guy is not a green fellow who has just stepped onto the battlefield, otherwise he would not be at the end of this charging team.

However, the experience he had accumulated in one war after another had finally made him no longer afraid of war. However, when facing the beams of scorching light pouring down on him, he felt so powerless.

He didn't know how to respond, he didn't know what it was, and he didn't know what the enemy had done.

Just like that, he fell down during the charge, wailing in embarrassment while covering his leg.

Howling at the top of one's lungs on this battlefield.

It’s a pity that his fate was sealed the moment he fell to the ground in dismay.

Even though he didn't want to face death like this.

Another round of charge began, but this time it was also unsuccessful. More surviving ratmen appeared on the battlefield, and their desperate wails never stopped.

The private army leader who commanded the ratman army did not find a way to deal with those strange troops of the Ghost-Eyed People.

The war thus reached a stalemate.

Not prepared to sit still.

Looking up at the still gloomy sky, he did not believe that such an attack could continue endlessly. When the heavy rain stopped and the earth became suitable for running again, he would put all his strength into it.

As for those poor fellows who are still wailing on the battlefield.

Obviously, no one was going to rescue them.

They will die in despair in the heavy rain.

(End of this chapter)