From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 426, Rye Mushroom
This was a rather spectacular collapse. As time went by, these Crusades lost their support and had increasingly difficult lives. It was gradually becoming increasingly difficult for them to stir up any waves. When Qi left the First Ratman Expeditionary Fleet on a small boat and slowly descended to the center of the Black Iron Heart, everything was settled at this moment.

This industrial planet will be pumped up soon. Compared to the smooth progress of the Black Iron Heart Flag, other directions are not so easy.

The commander of the Skaven Second Fleet is a Skaven captain who was appointed when the Skaven began to explore the starry sky.

It is not a rat warlord in the conventional sense, but a professional fleet commander who is loyal to the Imperial Emperor Qi. Qi certainly will not bet all his treasures on these old warlords who have not yet completely bowed their heads.

Heimao is dead. He died in the first hundred years of the ratmen's exploration of the starry sky. He died in obscurity in the command room with an extremely sophisticated magic pistol in his hand. There is nothing surprising about such a result. This is the choice made by this reckless guy Heimao. When facing enemies that can be crushed, when there is nothing new that the ratmen have to go all out against, at this time, there is no need for an overly sharp knife, a knife that may hurt himself.

So, this guy died just like that, in an empty command room, without any dignity but also without any glory.

Today, Qi is the only remaining Skaven warlord in the Skaven Empire, and for him, during these long and terrifying years, such a time span is indeed enough to be called such a statement.

The flag still holds.

At the top of the towering steel city, during an exquisite and luxurious banquet, Qi received the fawning smiles of the ratmen one by one. These were the big ratmen on this black planet, the president of the Engineers Association, the manager of the super city, the Chamber of Commerce, celebrities, and the leaders of the big mercenary teams. By the way, perhaps we should now call these big mercenaries by another name, the Military Support Company.

Qi was not that excited.

Across this chaotic banquet venue, influenced by the tone and salon culture of the rat bureaucrats, the rats generally looked more human. There was non-stop music at the banquet, a variety of exquisite food that was constantly replenished, and rats who were either talking loudly or praising each other.

Of course, Qi was somewhat indifferent to such scenes. After passing through this series of scenes and standing on the edge of the top platform, many of the various things now were indeed far different from what he remembered.

After taking a sip of the so-called fine wine in his hand, a trace of dissatisfaction appeared on Qi's face. Compared to this, he was more accustomed to the inferior mushroom wine popular in the lower city. Compared with these so-called fine wines, that one was closer to what Qi had in the past era.

The rat-men and things of the old times are all pretty much the same.

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The target of the Second Expeditionary Fleet's conquest is an agricultural planet named Rye Star. It is a plain planet with no special features. Its specialty is a kind of black mushroom that makes the rat people feel excited after eating it. It is a kind of mushroom that grows on grass. This is the base camp of the temple priests and the key parish of the rat people sect. Because of poverty, this is an agricultural planet for the rat people, but the rat people on this planet can't even support themselves.

Rye mushrooms are a good thing, but even the ratmen cannot eat it as a staple food. It will be processed by the ratmen merchants into a sticky chewable stimulant and used as a cheaper substitute. As for who it is a substitute for, it can only be said that it has some of the effects of the blood-red mushrooms that are engraved in the deep memories of the ratmen and cannot be erased, and the output is large enough. Even those ratmen mercenaries who don't have much blood gold coins can afford the consumption of these rye mushrooms if they grit their teeth.

Rye mushrooms are an additional crop with very high economic value. Logically, the rat people on the rye star that produces it should not be poor, but this is the fact.

Rye mushrooms are indeed popular and have high value, but their value is basically eaten up by the ratmen merchants who are responsible for transportation. What is left for the hard-working ratmen on Rye Star is just a little bit that is barely enough to fill their stomachs. This makes rye mushrooms more famous among the ratmen on Rye Star.

Black devil.

The breeze blew across the dark wheat field. Bunches of wheat stood tall in the flat fields, with golden branches and ears of wheat leaves, but topped with a pool of irregularly grown dark brown fleshy fruits.

Rye mushroom, rye mushroom, itself is a thing born from fungus infecting wheat.

Those big rat businessmen have actually monopolized the land on this planet. They do this by transferring benefits to those rat bureaucrats. In other words, they don't even need to monopolize the land. They just need to get those rat bureaucrats to nod slightly. Then, after an order is issued allowing only the cultivation of rye mushrooms, everything will be accomplished naturally.

The rye mushroom, known as the black devil, is certainly not that simple. In fact, if you plant it on the same piece of land for several rounds, not too many rounds, three rounds at most, then the land will be completely eroded by the rye fungus. Then, you can basically only plant wheat on this land, and let the wheat be eroded and rye mushrooms grow.

Strictly speaking, rye mushrooms cannot be eaten as the staple food of rat people.

This may be a conspiracy, or it may be a very successful bundling strategy.

In a very short period of time, twenty years, or even shorter, perhaps fifteen years, in such a short period of time, rye mushrooms were planted all over the entire Rye Star and almost all the land was eroded. After that, the planet became a reserve for those ratmen big businessmen.

Nothing can be done anymore. The land has been polluted and can no longer produce food. We can only rely on the allocation of these rat businessmen. Those rat bureaucrats who have been pushed to high positions and are extremely flattering suddenly find that they are completely bound by these rat businessmen. The planet no longer has any autonomy. Of course, this is not the saddest thing. The saddest thing is that the rat businessmen attach great importance to profits.

(End of this chapter)