From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 393, Send the pious guy to heaven!

Of course, maybe you are going to ask at this time.

What if the rocket exploded in the waste city before it even took off?
Maybe the Skaven Priest will tell you without fear.

It doesn't matter.

So are those unlucky guys who are about to board the test rocket aware of these changes and risks?

Yes, this experimental rocket is a manned version.

I don't know how safe the original idea is.

But in the current version, it is certain that these unlucky guys who are sent to the sky will probably be set off by fireworks.

Do they know the tragic ending they are about to face?

Maybe those big-clawed priests will tell you again with confidence.

It doesn’t matter!
………….

The crude iron pipe was pushed into the sky amidst the burning and explosion, and unexpectedly, it really rose into the sky.

Getting farther and farther away from the ground, breaking through the clouds, and leaving this not-so-big planet.

The rats in the Waste City have begun their party.

It is truly a miracle.

In order to better showcase this miracle, the ratman priests even opened up connections between all levels of the Waste City, and a huge hole was dug out in the center of the city, which was also the launch hole for the rocket.

The effect was good, as evidenced by the enthusiastic cheers in the city.

In that barbaric growth history, the rat priests were the first among the rats to understand the brand effect.

Such wild cheers are satisfying.

At the top of the city, on the most luxurious street, is the real ruler of this city, a group of extremely bloody ratmen. Currently, there are only rat priests in this group. However, since the rules of this city have been determined, it is estimated that it will not be long before other ratmen may come here.

After all, if everything depends on the number of blood mushrooms, then apart from the number of blood mushrooms, everything else is not that important.

They stared at the rocket disappearing from their sight, and a look of pride appeared on their faces.

This time their investment was very successful and it was worth the high price they paid.

Rocket, rocket? Starry sky? Revelation! Soul Gem!

Well, they only had a vague understanding of a lot of things here, such as what a rocket is, why this thick iron pipe can fly, and what exactly does its flying represent.

If you ask these guys to explain all this, you will probably only get a lot of humming and humming. After all, in the entire Ratman Empire, most of the guys who are still fanatically dealing with gears, steam, magic networks, and these increasingly complicated things are Big Claw Priests.

Orthodox ratmen priests would not do this.

For those truly respectable people in the Ratman Empire, they either join the Ratman Parliament to pursue the most superficial rights, or join the wasteland city and try to embrace the blood mushrooms.

If there is really no other option, joining the rat lords is also an option.

It is really difficult for them to expect them to deal with those gears and machines every day.

However, even if we do not lead the advancement of technology and do not participate in the research and development of these things, there is no problem either.

As the Big Claw Priests gradually became the main force, or even the only main force, in the technology tree of the Ratman Empire, one thing remained unchanged.

The progress, development, achievements and everything brought by science and technology are still serving them.

The power and authority are still controlled by these decent people, and they are also the ones who enjoy the results and fruits.

Just like now, although they don't understand what the rocket represents, it doesn't stop them from investing in it. They only need to pay a little blood mushroom and they can enjoy it all with the grateful expressions of those big claw priests.

After today, Waste City and their name will circulate in all places where ratmen gather. As the first group of guys to touch the divine revelation, they will become the first and will become sacred.

At the very least, the ritual vessels and sacrificial utensils produced by the Waste City, these things related to the gods will no longer be directly crushed by the Underground Rat City.

This will bring them more than a hundredfold return.

Just thinking about what is going to happen is so intoxicating!
On the bustling street closest to the surface, on the underground street engraved with various patterns that exuded a strange beauty, this group of decent guys clinked glasses with each other, celebrating the upcoming beauty amidst the murmurs of conversation.

………….

It has been some years since the last divine revelation, when the Soul Moon and the Death Comet appeared, and the ratmen in the Ratman Empire have gone through several rounds of iterations.

The divine revelation became a little vague.

Although the guys gathered in the Underground Rat City, the Waste City, and the Furnace City kept emphasizing this point, the rats' exploration of the sky became unusually slow after their enthusiasm faded in the first few years.

I have to say that sometimes greed is indeed a very useful thing.

The Underground Rat City and the Furnace City were making such slow progress, perhaps because they had tacitly acknowledged that this was difficult to accomplish.

After all, gods are always high above, and things related to gods and the revelations given by gods are inevitably extremely difficult and a long-term challenge.

This is a very normal judgment.

Therefore, it is not surprising that the Underground Rat City and the Furnace City would be surpassed by the Slag City.

After all, compared to them, these greedy guys in the Waste City really want to pry something off the Death Comet and the Blue Moon, which exist as miracles.

Rather than the traditional, fanatical, and simple desire to worship.

After this simple rocket broke through this small planet, the fuel was gradually exhausted.

In the burst of flames, the soul gem powder that had not been completely released was splashed out, and a faint blue light track was pulled out in the gap and coldness outside that world.

It seems like I forgot something.

At the top of the rocket, the knocking sound became weaker and weaker, and it was pretentiously embedded in a transparent shell on the metal shell.

A desperate face was stuck to it.

His eyes were bloodshot.

The body gradually stiffens.

Those who can board this rocket are certainly not lowly guys. In fact, it is two devout rat priests who decided to be among the group of beings who touch the divine revelation.

Just how to say it.

This might be a complete nightmare.

Based on the information left by the Ghost Eye people, those Big Claw priests pretended to set up a landing capsule for the rat people to move around in, but the rocket was cast in one piece, and they never considered ejecting the landing capsule on top of the rocket.

In other words, if the power is sufficient, the unlucky guy above will be taken directly to the starry sky. If the power is insufficient, it will become a living missile, and if it explodes, it will directly cremate the person.

Flying coffins, interment in the sky. And this design is not an isolated case. For example, a closed system was created by tinkering with a half-knowledge, but there was no insulation system at all.

Flying coffin, starry sky ice burial?
What is even more torturous is that those who were sent to heaven were all devout rat-man priests, all rat-man priests, and even the best among the rat-man priests. These guys had no shortage of blood mushrooms, which meant that they had strong physiques, which meant that they could survive for a long time.

So until now, there is still one who is struggling unwillingly and has not died.

This was not the pilgrimage he had imagined, and he should have long ago thought about the unreliability of those Big Claw Priests.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!"

On the stalled Ratman rocket, a hideous-looking guy was clinging to the observation window on top of the rocket, staring at the dark blue Soul Moon in front of him, despair written all over his face.

An unfortunate fellow who sacrificed himself for the Rat People's cause.

Just when this unlucky guy died, a small spaceship crossing the starry sky also anchored to this ratman rocket.

It's not just the Ratman rocket that has completed the anchoring.

He even carefully pulled out a light energy trawl and carefully captured the dark blue trail left by the rocket.

It was the unexpected visitor.

The shocking scene that appeared before them after breaking into this galaxy made these guys abandon their previous practices.

Every race that breaks into the starry sky is not a kind creature.

Destroying those planetary civilizations that they see as insects is simply a common occurrence for them.

The same is true even for the elves on this small patrol ship.

There isn't much cooperation, nor is there any possibility of assistance or gentle contact.

If there is an eco-ship by your side, then you can scan and record these insects before destroying and mining the planet.

If there is no eco-ship at your side, such contact will often jump directly to the next step.

During the long war, the elves also became cruel. When they first stepped into the starry sky, these guys still pursued a non-contact attitude, but now, things have changed.

Of course, there will be exceptions, and cooperation and utilization also exist, but these are all based on a necessary premise, that is, everyone belongs to the same star civilization.

Obviously, the ratmen who had just used fossils to send a sealed iron pipe outside the planet did not meet this standard.

The uninvited guest.

Although this Eldar reconnaissance ship had never officially completed the mission of cleansing a planet, it had provided intelligence and anchoring for those cleansing policies.

This reconnaissance ship and the Ark Fleet from which they came both tend to be hard-line.

They will not follow the so-called protection, observation and recording strategies of the Merciful Sect.

But now, their approach is not that tough and is even a little too cautious.

It's still ethereal and fascinating.

All I can say is that when something very strange, absolutely abnormal, and truly unimaginable happens in front of you, everyone has to be a little more cautious.

This is a very normal thing.

The tall captain awakened the dormant crew members, and amidst everyone's dazed expressions, a handful of soul gem powder, or ether, separated from the dust and rat-man rockets, was placed in front of everyone.

The expression is inevitably a little dull.

These guys have just awakened from cryogenic hibernation. After all, the handful of dust in front of them is enough to buy ten of the reconnaissance ships they are currently driving, and there is still a lot more to spare.

I just woke up and witnessed such a fortune. It really makes me confused.

The tall captain didn't seem surprised by the expressions of his crew members.

Next to the handful of dust, there was a stiff ratman corpse with a hideous and desperate look, but the guy who was looking at this place had his attention taken away by the pile of dust.

The tall captain stood next to the ratman's corpse, stretched out her hand, and with just a simple grope, a soul gem the size of a pigeon egg with a hole punched in it and worn as a necklace appeared in her hand.

Just a gentle flick.

The exclamations from the audience continued one after another.

And this isn't even an end.

Behind her, on the bridge, a blurry blue moon flashed by.

At this moment, there was complete silence.

In a way, the rat people are really too rich.

Although these guys don't care about their wealth.

If the Eldar knew that these guys were burning up vast amounts of ether just to fight an intraplanetary war, then I'm afraid a heart attack affecting the entire universe would befall them.

A veritable super primitive man who uses antimatter to light candles.

However, such wealth is not without its advantages. At least at this moment, when this group of uninvited guests arrived, they had to be more cautious and did not use the simplest and most unpretentious strategy.

To announce the coming of super creatures, irresistible powerful beings, or gods.

To a certain extent, they are indeed no different from gods to those races and creatures that have not left the planet, to a certain extent.

A psychic synchronizer was dug out from the warehouse.

This is an extremely old model with only one function, which is to read the skills in the soul.

The Eldar believe in the existence of souls.

Although the soul in their perception is actually more like the reflection of a creature in the subspace.

The logistics boy was eager to try, holding up the old equipment in his hand.

He is going to participate in this synchronization, and the object of his synchronization is the frozen corpse.

Before these visiting elves officially enter the planet in front of them, they want to obtain some useful information first.

After all, these guys grew up under the shining of the ether moon, and who knows what kind of ghosts they are.

This is a necessary preparation.

Of course, it is hard to say whether this kind of preparation is good or wise.

The logistics boy, eager to try, officially activated the synchronizer.

This attempt is about to begin.

(End of this chapter)