From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 413, Curse of Eternal Life
In that drowsy meeting, the temple priests entrenched in the New Holy City, in this steel city towering into the sky, made a decision.

They are also about to start building the star fleet, which is something that must be put on the agenda within fifty years, no, thirty years, no, twenty years!
Within twenty years, they will build a complete star fleet in the star port outside Shenqi City.

This was not a good idea and would greatly irritate Qi, but it was still pushed forward in this meeting.

Obviously, some guys were getting anxious. Qi's suppression of them made the number of sacrifices that could be sent to the altar decrease, but the lives of these corrupt vampires needed to be consumed more and more every moment.

These ropes can't be stopped.

He is really old, his heart is old, and his condition is not good anymore.

Two hundred years have passed, and the rat people have finally become more respectable. Although there may be familiar figures from two hundred years ago on the field now, these guys no longer make a lot of noise and curse each other in such meetings.

In the conversation, speaking means interests, and keeping silent means beliefs. The waving arms represent the fate of a rat city, and in the scattered conversations, the fate of a planet is put on the table.

There is no doubt that they do have such rights.

The vastness of the universe allows the rat people to grow without limit, and the endless growth of the rat people also makes the power in the hands of these carnivores expand like a balloon.

Greed can be magnified infinitely, desire can be magnified infinitely, everything can be magnified infinitely.

But all this made Sheng Qi feel tired, after all, he was old.

End of the meeting.

Just as Sheng Qi left, an anxious figure approached.

A gray guy.

He is also a guy who can still handle things with ease in the Ratman Empire.

Blackwater.

Over the years, all kinds of strange spores produced by Black Water have spread throughout the Ratman Empire and have also brought about many strange changes. It can be said that this guy is the founder of traditional Chinese medicine in the Ratman Empire.

The medical system in the Ratman Empire is completely dependent on his existence. The birth of those greedy Ratman doctors comes from the use of various spore powders.

Of course, the relationship between the two parties has changed now, and it is more like a battle between pharmaceutical manufacturers and those agents.

The development of the Ratman's surgery came from the struggle between the pharmaceutical giant Blackwater and its agents. Those Ratman doctors were unimaginably greedy, and at the same time, Blackwater's greed was no less.

Relying too much on those strange spores will inevitably lead to being harvested by the black water again and again. In order to obtain greater benefits, these guys began to explore medicine.

Of course, there were definitely many tragic processes during this period. After all, the rat people did not care about rat rights, and they had long been accustomed to playing with flesh and blood.

With the selfless dedication of the wailing guys, the rat people's medical technology has come from behind and made great strides forward.

Of course, these guys are not reliable.

Now, if you want to find a rat doctor to cure your illness, this may be a problem, but it is not difficult to ask them to help you transform the injured part and fill it with some steel machinery.

To some extent, the medical technology of the rat people has gone astray, neither moving towards the genetic modification of deformed flesh and blood, nor towards the conventional and ordinary direction.

But inexplicably, he ended up on a path that is hard to describe, with mechanical transformation, prosthetic limbs, and universal spores.

But if you think about it carefully, it is not surprising, because the target of rat-man medical services is not the rat-man army or the rat-man carnivores, but the rat-man free people, the rat-man middle class who have just climbed up with the help of the bureaucratic structure of the Rat-man Empire.

Cheap and makeshift, these labels have made machinery, gears, steam, and those symbiotic spores with great hidden dangers popular in this industry.

Add to that the unreliable rat doctors, and you might just have a minor scratch, and they might randomly cut off your arm and replace it with a pair of rusty steel limbs.

This doesn't even matter whether you are a Skaven freeman or a Skaven bureaucrat.

It can be said that people throughout the Ratman Empire have long been complaining about these mediocre doctors, but they cannot do without them.

But in a way, these guys are indeed very important.

Whether it's a fight in the alley, being poisoned by harmful gases, having your palms crushed by huge gears while working in a factory, or being infected by an unknown virus.

These quack doctors are always able to provide solutions at an acceptably high price.

Cut off the limbs and replace them with mechanical limbs, cut off the liver and lungs and replace them with mechanical branches, then add symbiotic spores, mix a large number of different types of symbiotic spores, and then inject them into the body.

If you can make it through, congratulations, you are fine, and even your life will not be affected much. Those mechanical limbs and the mushrooms that slowly grow inside your torso can replace your original limbs very well. They are not sophisticated and comfortable, but they can be used as a makeshift.

And if you can't make it, then you are dead. It's simple, efficient, and makeshift.

Heishui's life became more and more comfortable with the support of those rat-man doctors.

He still looks young, waving his arms in front of Sheng Qi, but now his expression seems a little anxious and angry.

"Rope the Seven Great Priests! Rope the Seven Great Priests! Those bastards, those smashing things, they! They are doing some tricks again!"

He spoke eagerly.

Not long ago, one of Sheng Qi's warehouses in this new holy city was looted.

What was stored in that warehouse was not anything else but blood mushrooms.

The elderly Sheng Qi did not show too much excitement.

In fact, these blood mushrooms are no longer particularly important to him, but no matter how unimportant they are, he cannot tolerate them being spied on or provoked by others.

Sheng Qi left a faint sentence.

"Kill them."

Just as he finished speaking, an extremely luxurious flying vehicle appeared in front of Sheng Qi.

It is a foolish act to spy on a high priest who stands at the pinnacle of the empire, but some guys who have no way out do not care about it.

This essence of life, this eternal life, is not a gift, but more like a lingering curse, especially when you cannot afford the price you will have to pay for the continuation of your life. This is a ratman priest with a face full of madness.

He was the mastermind behind all this and the daring prisoner, who was not doing it for anything else but simply to continue living.

In the Ratman Empire at this time, blood mushrooms are almost equivalent to life.

Naturally, there are countless people who are crazy about this thing.

Having done all this, he would naturally not be foolish enough to stay in this new holy city for too long. He had already prepared a medium-sized cargo ship.

At this time, in this transport ship, a large number of blood mushrooms loaded into boxes were neatly stacked.

He didn't do it all by himself. In fact, when he learned the location of the blood mushroom warehouse, he knew that he was involved in a brutal power struggle.

But he didn't have the right to refuse all this. Just like what he had done before, those big shots who were more noble than him put a price in front of him that he could not refuse no matter what. So, naturally, he took the bait on his own initiative.

Qi's blockade of the rat-men priests did not reach the point where those high-ranking temple priests would do anything desperate, but the reduction in sacrifices did make those rat-men priests who were counting on the essence of life to stay alive, who had not yet reached a position where they would not be abandoned no matter what, feel despair.

Like this guy.

He is a young ratman born in a new era, the ratman interstellar era. He was born in a small ratman town on a colonial planet. He was an abandoned child picked up from the dirty sewage by the ratman priests in the temple of the small town.

Actually, his survival was thanks to Sheng Qi's reform of the rat people's religion.

That was the hundredth year since the ratmen stepped onto the starry sky. The increasing number of rebellions and widespread separatism meant that the ratmen needed a strong bond. This was a natural opportunity for the rat priests, who had just emerged from the shadow of the last rat rebellion. However, the belief in the great gods dominated by the rat priests at that time was unable to serve as a strong bond.

The beliefs of the ratmen priests were too broad, and at the same time, these ratmen, who had just recovered from the rebellion, were also becoming increasingly unstable.

The split of the Cogwork Cult is what happened at that time.

It was at this time that Sheng Qi stepped forward and compiled a complete set of scriptures, which finally stopped the trend of the ratman priests falling apart.

In this canon, Sheng Qi decisively placed the great gods at the top of everything and added a series of dogmas to the Ratman Church.

With all those clarified doctrines, the Ratmen Churches finally breathed a sigh of relief and began to spread them to every planet colonized by the Ratmen Empire.

Among them, there is the principle of kindness. Although it is despised by many guys who have survived from the old era, it was this principle that saved him.

The scriptures admonish the rat-man priests to be merciful, so he was fished out of the muddy sewage by the rat-man priests in that small city.

In this way, he grew up in the temple, witnessed the death of the rat man priest, took over the not-so-famous name from him, and officially began his own story as he climbed up year after year.

He admired Sheng Qi very much. If it weren't for Sheng Qi, he might not have survived. But he also resented Sheng Qi because now, Sheng Qi could move forward peacefully at such an old age, while he was going to die.

Mingming had finally managed to get out of that small city and come to Shenqi City. After settling down in this new holy city, his name began to become famous.

But he was indeed dying.

When Qi began to blockade and suppress the rat-men priests, those guys in this new holy city who thought they had obtained a ticket to eternal life began to feel fear.

At every temple council, every temple council, they were like those lowly rats, anxiously wandering and waiting, waiting for the quota that might be determined in just a few words from those big shots.

For them, this is the boundary between life and death.

He had survived three rounds, and in these three rounds, he was not the unlucky guy who was kicked out of the list. Until the fourth round, his name no longer appeared on the list.

At this time, he couldn't accept it and shouted in extreme fear under the watchful eyes of the rat priests around him.

He was very familiar with this kind of gaze. In the previous three rounds, he looked at those unlucky guys in the same way.

But he could not change anything and could only wait for death in despair. At this time, the irresistible bait was placed in front of him, and he took the bait decisively.

The escape process was not that smooth.

Soon, a group of spaceships with shrill alarms rushed out from this towering new holy city.

He was inconspicuous among the fleet of ships heading to the star port.

But it seemed as if they were locked onto him, and those small warships rushed straight towards him at an extremely fast speed.

Damn it, no more pretending.

The big shot did not push him into a dead end completely. As long as he could successfully rush into the star port, soon he and the blood mushrooms in the transport ship would disappear according to the big shot's arrangement.

This is his only way to survive.

I can't take care of many things.

With a ferocious look on his face, he roared loudly at the transport ship's control console.

"Stop those reconnaissance ships!"

As a rat priest who once climbed onto the list of immortals, he certainly has his own power. In fact, the power in his hands is not small. Perhaps this is why the big man values ​​him.

A group of rat mercenaries funded by him, driving various spaceships, mixed in this crowded queue.

The starport of Shenqi Star is not located anywhere else, but is suspended high above this new holy city. Every day, various ships come and go, forming a crowded queue together.

But at this time.

However, a battle broke out right above the New Holy City, in full view of a large number of ratmen.

The rat mercenaries under his command played a certain role. The reconnaissance ships rushing towards him were entangled and unable to break free for a while.

He took this opportunity to increase the power of the cargo ship to its maximum and rushed towards the starport in the sky regardless of anything.

Being in this crowded queue, surrounded on all sides by various ratman warships, he chose to crash head-on into them without hesitation. Amid a series of noises, this fellow with a hideous face and red eyes began his crazy escape.

(End of this chapter)