From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 49, God's Joke
As time went by, more and more ratmen were sent into the wetlands and onto the battlefield by the priests, and the ratmen's advance did not stop.

However, as they go deeper, the surrounding environment becomes increasingly harsh, and they may even be attacked by some supernatural creatures that originally lived in the swamp.

And along with the lengthening of the battle line.

It became increasingly difficult for the large group of ratmen to connect with the priests who were responsible for transporting young ratmen and supplying blood mushrooms.

Often, the priests had to lead the young rats over a long distance to deliver the things they wanted to deliver to the destination and take away the things they wanted to take away.

During this period, there were also attacks by lizardmen.

But even so, there were still a large number of rat priests who came one after another.

Because Shu Zhan made a deal with them.

As long as these priests can bring the young ratmen to him successfully, he will give them sufficient rewards, or extremely generous rewards.

Those lizard man heads.

Even though they were limited by the distance, these evil god believers could not be brought back to the mountains intact and were thrown into the sacred blood pool to serve as nutrients for the blood mushrooms.

However, if their heads were placed on the altar of the temple and their deeds were carved on stone paintings, it would definitely be the best thing to show their piety to the gods.

As time passed, stone painting gradually became popular among the ratmen priests, especially inspired by the patterns carved on the temples built by white rats.

Abstract patterns were carved on the stone walls by the slave rats with their sharp claws and then placed in their private caves.

Although limited by the low level of civilization of the rat people, such stone paintings are only slightly better than stick figures, but the rat priests enjoy doing them.

The contents include various things, such as one’s own image, things that happened, praises to gods, and one’s own devout beliefs.

Especially the devout belief in God.

In the past, whether one was pious or not was an abstract concept to the ratmen priests except for the god Du Yuan who could tell at a glance. However, the situation changed a little after the stone paintings appeared.

The more stone paintings praising the gods that I place in my cave, the more pious I am. The more sacrifices I offer to the gods, the better, the more pious I am to the gods and the more senior I am.

The more senior and pious I am, the better priest I am, and the better priest I can rightfully get!
In the past, the ratmen priests did not record or display such things.

Until the emergence of stone painting.

In this way, a large number of ratmen priests set out for the wetland one after another, bringing with them a large number of young ratmen and blood mushrooms, just to find Rat War in the depths of the wetland, just to have more stone paintings in their caves that record dedication to God.

Make yourself appear more senior among the numerous ratmen priests.

Driven by such motivation, the ratmen priests fought one after another. Even when the rat war went deep into the wetlands and the journey became difficult and dangerous, they did not give up.

But fewer and fewer priests arrived.

But this did not make Rat Zhan change his strategy.

With the swarm of rats gathered around him, Shuzhan rushed towards the wetland without hesitation.

He had no way to retreat, and at that moment he had no choice but to offer the Spear of Divine Punishment in his hand to the white rat.

Only by completely destroying the Lizardmen and taking with them the corpses of the evil god's followers, with supreme glory and under the watchful eyes of the gods, can they return.

To be able to go back.

This is not easy. If it is easy, the rat army led by him will be left in this wetland. But it is obvious that Shuzhan chose this path without hesitation.

White Rat may know this, but he did not stop it. Having disappointed the gods, he would never do anything to disappoint them again. Before the Rat War failed, White Rat would do his best to support this war.

Until the Rat War failed.

In addition to Bai Shu and Shu Zhan, the two rat men with their own thoughts, there are also people or gods who have been watching the situation here.

Yes, Du Yuan has also been paying attention to the situation in the Lizardman Wetland here.

Du Yuan was somewhat surprised at Shu Zhan's aggressive offensive strategy, but he was only slightly surprised.

Even if there was a possibility that the rat army here would be wiped out in one wave, they were merely surprised and just gave the wooden spear infused with some divine power to the enemies without interfering too much.

Perhaps it is because even if the rat army on this expedition is completely destroyed, it will not be a serious blow to the entire rat clan.

After all, even if the ratmen priests brought more young ratmen to the wetlands for sacrifice and to show their piety, those young ratmen who were brought only accounted for half of all the young ratmen.

………….

Deep in the mountains.

In that dark and deep abyss.

A broken, cracked furnace lay quietly in the abyss. It was a furnace with delicate carvings and intricate patterns.

Just the pattern on the surface is enough to give people a dizzying feeling at first glance, not to mention the intricately stacked and fitted gears inside that can be vaguely seen through the cracks.

It's a pity that in the center of the furnace, a hole with a hideous crack appeared. The heart of the furnace had disappeared, leaving only a little ember emitting a faint blue light.

Originally, this furnace without a heart was quietly accompanied by a huge mountain of flesh made of limbs and heads.

Just now.

A little flame suddenly exploded in the ground of this dark abyss.

Accompanied by the heavy knocking sound.

The blue flame burst out and blossomed into beautiful flowers.

But it reflected an increasingly ferocious rat-man face.

"Failed again! Damn it! Damn it!"

"I can't even hold this hammer. Why do hammers exist?"

"I clearly received a revelation from God! But I just can't hold it! I simply can't hold it!"

The owner of that face was the long claw who was forgotten in the deepest part of the mountains and organized the slave rats to continuously dig for metal veins.

Just like his name, as an excellent slave rat, he has long since gotten rid of his slave rat identity and become a priest.

But the pair of sharp and thick claws were still firmly grown on his hands, a gift left to him by his past experience as a slave rat.

Long Claws was very lucky, as he was the first ratman to be enlightened by the Broken Heart of the Craftsman. At the same time, he was also very unlucky, because he had a pair of thick, sharp claws that made it difficult for his hands to make other movements.

It was like a joke from God. Although Du Yuan would not be that boring, his craftsman's heart would not have thought that the person he was enlightening might not even be able to hold a hammer properly.

In the light of the faint blue sparks, the expression on Long Claw's face became increasingly gloomy and ferocious.

(End of this chapter)