From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 394: Black Greedy Flame
The result of this attempt is unknown, but the crew on this reconnaissance ship are all very secretive about it, and the maintenance boy has become a little crazier since that day.

The rats seemed to have brought quite a few surprises to these guys.

They glimpsed something peculiar in the unfortunate fellow's skill.

Or maybe not Nezumi.

After all, the most taboo thing in this area has never been the rat people.

………….

The bubble burst, and suddenly, the depression and decadence that had once existed seemed to sweep across the Ratman Empire again.

All the guys were wailing.

Except for those greedy guys in the Waste City.

This crisis comes at the right time.

After these guys in the Waste City completed their first high-altitude exploration.

When these guys' reputation was at its peak.

Combined with the sickle that had been prepared and raised high, the effect was unexpectedly good. A large number of ratmen who had seized wealth in this ocean, in the tsunami-like panic brought about by the crisis, asked for staggering prices for those worthless ocean farms.

The blood mushrooms also flowed towards the pockets of the ratman priests like a tsunami.

The unexpectedly good results surprised the ratmen priests.

The flame of greed burns vigorously.

The flame of desire was almost dyed into the turbid black color unique to greed. Even the chaotic space where Du Yuan fell was affected by these guys.

Such a surging and beating fire of greed made Du Yuan even more troubled.

The ears and thoughts seemed to be cleared, and all other sounds of desire, whispers of resentment, pious hymns, these messy things were almost all squeezed out by the greedy desire.

"More blood mushrooms! More blood mushrooms! More blood mushrooms!"

"Blood mushrooms! Blood mushrooms! Blood mushrooms! Blood mushrooms!"

It was an irritating, excellent alarm clock, and even the irresistible sleepiness that was lingering on Du Yuan was temporarily relieved.

Insufferable.

In the dead and empty world, the lonely god sitting on the throne stretched out his hand.

There was action after a long time, but it was not a miracle, not the destruction of the world, not a conspiracy, or anything else.

It just rested on the armrest of the skeleton throne, and the index finger kept rising and falling.

For some reason, I could see a hint of impatience on the face of this terrifying yet great god.

In such a dilapidated situation, the Waste City has gained the qualifications to lead the progress of the Ratman Empire.

Business, blood mushrooms, and greedy desires have become the main body of the Skaven Empire in this idle and adverse trend.

The exploration of the starry sky replaced the completed temples and became the new breakthrough launched by Sheng Qi and led by the Ratman Parliament to save the Ratman Empire.

Those great palaces that had been built with countless blood, gold and resources finally fell completely.

But the falling ceremony was not grand enough, not enough, not fanatical enough.

In fact, this is not difficult to understand.

All I can say is that in difficult times, even these little lunatics can't hold their heads up.

Like a wild animal being crushed by a heavy object.

I always have to run around every day just for a bite of food, a piece of blood mushroom, or a glass of mushroom wine.

They are not as barbaric as before, or perhaps the rat people's population is too large and has completely exceeded the carrying limit of the environment, so they can no longer be so barbaric.

They eat tree bark, insects, grass, corpses, mud, and can do anything.

In fact, theoretically speaking, the rat people today are much more resilient than the original rat people, but there is no way to do these things.

The population is too large and the space is too small.

If a famine really breaks out, the little bit of bark and grass leaves will not be enough for these rat people to share bite by bite.

And there is no place for the outbreak. How should I put it? Even though life was hard in the past, we could still turn against the heretics around us. Now that the entire planet belongs to the rat people, who can we turn against?

And those rat-men priests or those temple guards.

Don't joke, ratmen are always more professional at suppressing ratmen than slaughtering heretics. This is a kind of inheritance.

The poor fellows were scrambling for every possible employment opportunity, and the ratmen in every city were busy every day. Apart from the big men of the Ratman Empire and the temple guards who had moved in, there were not many other ratmen visiting the magnificent temple for a while.

On the ground of the Crucible City, the dazzling golden stairs stretched up, and at the end was a huge temple made entirely of blood gold, as tall as a hill.

It is engraved with complex patterns, has extremely gorgeous pillars and a blood pool with murals of rat-men epics. Temple guards stand solemnly in this hall to protect it.

The only drawback is that there are not that many ratmen worshipping in this blood-gold temple.

Even a little sparse.

Apart from the true fanatics and the rat lords with all kinds of luxurious things hanging on their bodies, no one else visited.

It somehow reminded me of the huge statue standing next to the industrial zone in the desolate mountains.

Recently, amidst the continuous black smoke from the industrial zone, the golden color of the once dazzling huge statue has completely faded and it has become bumpy.

The rats seemed to be transformed by the black smoke.

Things became different in that roaring machine.

Of course, this change may not be voluntary.

It is more of a passive change that we have to accept.

Du Yuan also noticed this, but he did not interfere.

The source of all this is the greed that is increasingly boiling and on the road to transformation.

The group of rat-man priests who dominated all this, or were dominated by all this, and that frivolous and noisy waste city seemed to be leading the entire rat-man empire onto another path.

Are the rats also going to have their madness and hysteria washed away by their extreme greed?
But it seems that this is not necessarily the case.

In a very marginal resource city.

As usual, the big-clawed priest who guarded the mine whipped the slave rats that failed to fulfill the requirements.

A thin guy was hung high up.

At this time, he was wailing and shouting in fear.

But the big-clawed priest who attacked showed no mercy at all, and whipped down again and again, beating the skinny guy who was hung up until his skin was torn and flesh was exposed. That was not all.

The beating was aimed at all the slave rats in the mine. It was a threat, a threat and a declaration.

To maintain his own dignity.

The reason why this resource city can be operated and not abandoned is because of a copper mine with relatively good reserves.

The construction of those super palaces and the rat people's pursuit of blood gold have kept this city going until now.

However, with years of mining, the blood gold mine on which this border city depends for its survival is gradually becoming exhausted.

The mine tunnel winds its way into the dark underground.

Ropes and breathing holes connected to each other in the complex tunnel made the mining of these last few minerals unparalleled in difficulty.

In the past, this problem was easy to solve.

It was nothing more than asking his employer, the lord of this ratman city, to buy more slave rats.

Then the problem is naturally solved.

But since the new surveyor hired by the ratman lord not long ago.

It can only be that colleagues are indeed enemies. How could he not know that this vein of minerals was about to run out? Of course he knew it.

He just didn't say it on purpose. After all, if he worked in the mine for one more day here, then his reward would be calculated as one more day.

As expected, after that damn guy reported the situation of this vein, the ratman lord expressed his desire to abandon the mine.

It looks like this job won't last long.

When he thought of this, the Big Claw Priest's mood became even worse.

However, although he was in a bad mood, he was not perfunctory about the mining matter.

The Big Claw Priests always like to boast of their professionalism, although it is really difficult to judge whether these guys are professional or not.

However, since the rat lord was obviously about to evacuate, some situations were still unavoidable.

For example, the slave rats and various mining machines that could not be replenished, and the indicators that were only higher than before.

In order to achieve this target, the Big Claw Priests had to drive the group of slave rats in their hands into an overloaded state.

Normally, this would be a wasteful strategy, but now, these slave rats are not worth worrying about.

The strategy of using the ratmen free people in the Waste City began to be gradually spread to various places.

The price of slave rats is also going down day by day. Recently, many colleagues who have opened breeding houses have started big sales or are moving towards high-quality products.

He felt a little gloating about this. After all, in the past, those big-clawed priests who opened breeding houses were often considered to be the better ones among their group.

Neither his status nor his wealth could be compared to that of a mine boss like him. Seeing those guys in trouble made him feel happy.

Although when he was gloating over someone else's misfortune, he couldn't help feeling a little sad about the loss of the rabbit.

After all, that group of guys were indeed not doing well, but the mine leaders were also not doing well, or in other words, most of the big claw priests were not doing well.

The Big Claw Priests and the Ratman Priests are both messengers of the great gods, at least the Big Claw Priests are sure of this, but it must be admitted that most of the Big Claw Priests are barely in the middle level of the Ratman Empire, and their ability to resist crises is only slightly better than those of the slave rats and free people.

Over the years, the blood mushrooms in his hands have become less and less, and the rewards for organizing mining and driving those slave rats have become less and less. Those damn vampires, those rat priests, those rat priests in the Waste City, they have even begun to be unwilling to give blood mushrooms as compensation.

Instead, they began to use molten blood gold as rewards.

Damn it, as a legitimate Big Claw priest, how could he not know the true identity of blood gold? It was nothing more than the smelting of several minerals, and it flowed out in batches from the blast furnaces in those industrial areas.

This made him extremely angry.

However, no matter how angry he was, he could not defeat the powerful.

Those greedy vampires deserved to die, but at least the blood gold could be exchanged for something tangible from them, so we had no choice but to accept it.

This is also the reason why he cherishes the job of mining under this rat lord.

At least these rat lords gave real blood mushrooms, not iron ore, copper ore or the like.

So in order to survive a few more days, this big-clawed priest also worked very hard for those indicators.

He increased the indicators of the slave rats several times at once. In just a few days, it almost reached the terrifying level of doubling every day.

They began to randomly select a slave rat who did not meet the target every day and whip him as a deterrent.

As he was whipped, the wailing became weaker and weaker, and the unlucky guy who was whipped today was beaten to death on the wooden stake.

By this time.

The big-clawed priest walked leisurely up to the simple platform, thinking of the roars of the slave rats in front of him, and announced again that the indicators would be doubled.

Today, every slave rat must carry out ore that is twice their weight from the copper mine that is almost exhausted, otherwise, this guy being beaten to death will be their fate.

In such intimidation.

One by one, the slave rats lowered their heads.

The Big Claw Priest was very satisfied with this, but what he didn't notice was that pairs of sneaky eyes appeared among the group of slave rats.

In the underground tunnel, a large number of slave rats were running wildly with ferocious faces. The inferior leather was cut into strips and held in the hands of these guys. As they waved, flying stones were thrown out.

Some ratmen warriors are trying to suppress it.

However, these slave rats who saw blood were much crazier than imagined.

“Kill them!
Tear them apart!

They don't want us to live!
Damn you!"

Even the magic firearms couldn't scare them away.

………….

Shortly after.

A piece of news spread throughout the Ratman Empire about an inconspicuous border city, a resource city whose minerals were about to be exhausted.

The slave rats' uprising destroyed this resource city, and a ratman lord who had stockpiled a large amount of blood mushrooms and was preparing to move to the Waste City was also killed.

This is insignificant news. The biggest highlight may be the blood mushrooms hoarded by the rat lord.

It could be ten thousand, it could be a hundred thousand, or even more, making every ratman who talked about this rumor sigh at the bad luck and stupidity of this ratman lord, and then, that was it.

There wasn't even much of a splash.

After all, who cares if a resource city with almost exhausted resources is destroyed in a slave rat uprising?

A minor riot.

(End of this chapter)