From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 368: Green Change and the Plague of Skaven

Along with the application of soul technology, an imminent issue has also entered the sight of the bigwigs in the Ratman Empire.

That is the energy, the soul energy, those bones emitting a faint blue color.

Soul technology is really useful, but these blue skeletons are not endless.

The underground rat city, the wriggling mountain of flesh, the land of blood and blood, has become riddled with holes. Unrestrained mining has been carried out, and the remaining corpses have been dug out from this pile of living rotten flesh.

The output is getting less and less, but the demand for blue bones in the ongoing war is getting greater and greater.

To this end, everyone is looking for solutions.

Fortunately, solving this problem is not difficult and is much simpler than you might think.

The ratmen just need more blue bones, and the way to produce more of these things is almost in front of everyone.

Fill this pile of rotten meat with life, with those who are still alive or have just died.

It was like piling lives into a pool of blood, offering sacrifices, offering lives and souls to the pieces of flesh wriggling in the abyss.

This is not a difficult thing to do, after all, the rat people have always been doing sacrifices.

But a problem arose.

If the sacrifices offered on the altar are piled up in this pile of rotten meat, then overall it is inevitable to think about the gains and losses.

Good offerings are expensive.

And at least at this moment, those dark blue bones are not expensive.

It's not just a comparison of value.

What about the missing merits? If we have to gather sacrifices from all over the empire, what about the transportation losses along the long road? These are all problems, these are all problems.

Of course, thinking and weighing can be put aside for later, but now, in order to deal with this holy war, the rats urgently need more bones, more of these blue bones, to operate those hideous war machines.

They needed a sufficient number of sacrifices who happened to be staying in the underground rat city and could be used for emergency purposes.

Which guys can meet this standard?
It seems that there really is.

In recent times, there have been too many rat pilgrims flocking in from all over the Rat Empire, to the point where they are somewhat blocking the flow of people around the city.

In the dim abyss, Graystone witnessed a massacre that was not carried out openly but secretly, with countless rat-men corpses falling from great heights.

The pile of living flesh, the pile of flesh full of holes, it began to eat with big mouthfuls, quickly devouring the fallen corpses.

In three days, the piece of meat expanded three times in size.

It's just not glorious.

Graystone witnessed all this despicable thing.

The meanness of the rat people seems to be engraved in their bones.

But ratmen have never been considered high-quality sacrifices, from the past to the present.

There were too many of these sacrificed guys, their thoughts were too chaotic, and they were too crazy.

The pollution was accelerated. The bones produced from this big piece of meat, the soul remnants used as energy, were filled with more and more impurities.

Some thoughts are difficult to erase even in the midst of rounds of pain and wailing.

Those crazy thoughts, those pious cries.

There is no doubt that the devout are almost all a bunch of lunatics.

The group of slave rats and big-clawed priests who returned to the abyss once again dug out something different from the increasingly rotten, diseased piece of flesh.

A crystal, an irregular crystal with a pale green color.

This incident quickly alarmed the Big Claw Priests who organized the mining of meat. They seemed to have only a vague understanding of what this pale green crystal was.

Many big claw priests gathered together.

More and more pale green crystals were dug out, but the dark blue skeletons that should have appeared were nowhere to be seen.

A mood of panic began to spread. It had to be admitted that the entire soul technology of the rat people was built on this big piece of meat, on the dark blue bones dug out from the big piece of meat. But now, this big piece of meat had undergone some changes.

However, this panic did not last long. A big-clawed priest raised a pale green crystal while thinking. The lustrous green that burst from the inside out had a strange beauty.

A kind of strange crystal, this is a kind of strange crystal, but the big claw priests present seemed to be in a panic and had no intention of looking at these strange crystals.

After all, if something went wrong, it wouldn’t be long before everyone on the field would be hung high up.

There was an irrepressible fear and panic, except for that guy who seemed a little eccentric.

His name is Kuangao, Kuangaoshu. Just by looking at the name, you can intuitively feel where this guy comes from.

A Greatclaw Priest from the Mining Slaves.

Perhaps because he had been dealing with various minerals for many years, he was not overwhelmed by fear, but was immediately attracted by these pale green minerals.

While thinking, he seemed to have thought of something. He snatched a magic spear from the guard of an unknown big claw priest on the side, flexibly removed the dark blue bones on it, and placed the pale green crystal in his hand on it.

Not inserted.

The big claws in his hand quickly gave it a preliminary polish, and soon, a rough green cylinder appeared in his hand. This time he successfully completed the splicing.

In the immersion of the lustrous green, the magic spear successfully completed the energy storage.

Pull the trigger and a beam of green light bursts out.

Perhaps these Big Claw Priests don’t have to worry about being hung high for the time being.

Even though some strange changes seemed to have occurred in this huge piece of rotten meat, the dark blue bones that could be dug out from the meat had turned into some strange green crystals, but as long as these green crystals could still be used as energy, then there would be no problem.

Everything is business as usual.

Of course, it is not correct to say that there is no change at all, but this change seems to be nothing to the rat people.

It's just that another kind of pollution has appeared in this deformed empire, in the capital of the Ratman Empire, deep in that huge and indescribable underground city.

A horrifying pollution that was born from the accumulation of countless souls.

But so what? Another kind of life pollution that is no less severe than soul pollution has permeated every aspect of the Ratman Empire, and these guys don't care about adding another kind of pollution.

After all, what can this pollution bring to them, is it crazy?
That's nothing, isn't it?
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The underground Rat City's chaotic and complex pipe system has been very busy recently. A new dispute has broken out with the discovery of a new mushroom.

A new green mushroom that glows in the dark.

These mushrooms appear in special places and have a very strange effect. They seem to bring happiness to the person who takes them, and even allow the rat people who eat them to glimpse gods in a trance.

It's quite magical, and this is not the limit of this mushroom. It is said that if you eat it together with the best blood mushroom, the taste that bursts out is indescribable and unforgettable.

All of this has led to this green mushroom being quickly sold at a staggeringly high price.

But the same green color makes people wonder whether this mushroom is related to the anomaly in the abyss. After all, this sewage system really runs through every corner of the underground rat city. Even in the dark abyss, there are hidden branches.

Round after round of fierce fighting broke out for the fight for these green mushrooms.

Such things happen everywhere in this sewage system. It is really hard to imagine that such a place that gathers all kinds of filth and is filled with indelible stench can become so lively now.

Fighting, quarreling, robbing, betrayal, looting, killing and all kinds of ugliness took place in those ditches and pipes and that dark, smelly river.

To some extent, the guy who led such a project was indeed a genius. The system he set up not only greatly alleviated the pressure on the huge city of Underground Rat City, but also efficiently brought together the ugliness and filth of the city in a sense.

In the corner of this pipe system, a campsite fell.

Heishui is still cursing the filth and stench of the environment today, but over the years, he has gradually become one with this environment.

Mushrooms had begun to grow on his dirty, matted hair.

During this period of time, he never gave up his research on those parasitic monsters, but there was no progress.

He was troubled, but there was nothing he could do.

They tried every possible means, but these parasitic monsters continued to become weaker and dying day by day.

But this cannot be blamed on these parasitic monsters.

All I can say is that the environment is really too bad. It is true that they are monsters and parasites, but no monsters or parasites really live in a cesspool.

Moreover, this cesspool is extremely smelly, with filth, toxic gases accumulated during fermentation, horrible heavy metal accumulation, various unstable spores diffused in the air, pollution of life, and pollution of the soul.

All these various kinds of pollution piled together have created an unprecedented cesspool.

Ordinary people really can't stay in such a horrible environment.

This accumulation of pollution even has a suppressive effect on negative energy, or in other words, a repulsion of magic and elements.

In this world where there are real gods, the rat people carry out horrific blood sacrifices without fear of the emergence of the undead because their sacrifices are truly directed towards real gods.

The reason why no undead souls have sprouted in this sewage system that buried countless corpses is because of the accumulation of horrible pollution.

To some extent, these filthy and smelly waters can even play the same role as the sacred waters offered in temples.

The mixed pollution will destroy and erode the foundation of the undead's existence.

Of course, there are still differences between the two.

If you were splashed with a bottle of ordinary holy water on your face, probably nothing would happen, and you might even be able to feel the comfort of the light.

And if you are splashed with this horrible feces, then in addition to the horrible stench, you also have to worry about possible unknown plagues and heavy metal poisoning, slight flesh and blood deformities, possible unknown whispers, and various other negative conditions.

It's really unfair to you to let these parasitic monsters live in such an environment.

To some extent, the resistance of the rat people is really amazing.

As the research on parasitic monsters has made no progress, Blackwater has had to shift more of its energy to other areas.

For example, the various mushrooms that are born in this sewage system.

Recently, he found another special mushroom.

He opened the door made of messy items and a ratman's corpse appeared in front of him.

He picked up a sharp knife and his eyes fell on the belly of the rat man's corpse.

The unfortunate fellow had apparently died in a sneak attack, with a small hole in his stomach.

He was probably killed by a spear stabbed from behind. This kind of thing happens all the time here. It is not uncommon and not enough to attract Heishui's attention. What is really strange is the changes that happened to this guy after his death.

A mushroom sprouted out on the corpse, from the small wound.

Where will these various mushrooms sprout from? Obviously the corpse of the ratman is a good choice.

During this period, Heishui collected a lot of rat-man corpses with mushrooms growing on them, and also dissected a lot of corpses with mushrooms growing on them. He studied these mushrooms with great interest, and not without gain.

Although he was not completely satisfied.

A turbid spore supplement. Compared to the big claw priests in the cultivation room who focus all their attention on the various mushrooms that grow from spores, Black Water is obviously more fond of these gray spores.

This spore supplement can produce an effect similar to frenzy, increasing strength for a period of time and making people forget the pain. It is also inexpensive and extremely cheap.

This is one of the successful blackwater research.

The other type is trauma spore powder.

Sprinkle these spore powders on the wound, and the rapidly germinated spores will soon grow into a mushroom, which can fill the wound well and stop the bleeding.

Later on, the mushrooms growing in the flesh and blood can even be eroded by the flesh and blood, and blood vessels and flesh can be grown inside, truly healing the wounds.

Of course, it's not without side effects. Whether it's spore supplements or these trauma spore powders, they all have the same problem.

That is backlash. The requirements for the user are not high, but your physique must be able to resist the invasion of these spores. Otherwise, the mushrooms that sprout on your body and devour your flesh and blood while you are alive are the best explanation for these dangerous spores.

Blackwater was not particularly satisfied with these results.

He felt that he should not be a healer, and every Big Claw Priest was not interested in becoming such a role.

Getting more excited? Treating trauma?

What is this? What is the use of these? Every one of his colleagues would sneer at him after learning about these things he had tinkered with.

But there is no better way.

Even if you are not satisfied, it is better than having nothing to offer.

Heishui completed the autopsy, and he couldn't help but feel dejected when he thought of the scene of him presenting these things to the seven priests in the near future.

Well..., how should I put it, maybe this guy didn't react. In fact, he might have made these two things. While they can be used as supplements and external medicines, they can also exist as a plague. After all, not everyone has the exaggerated resistance of the rat man.

(End of this chapter)