From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 78, In the Abyss

In other words, he could only make a bold decision.

A Slave Catcher is in itself equivalent to a full-fledged Skaven army, though it cannot compare to those led by Skaven Warlords.

But since it was formed just to capture slaves in this cleared forest, there was no need for such a large scale.

At the same time, there are designated areas between slave-hunting teams, and only in those designated areas can your slave-hunting team capture slaves.

This is equivalent to the jurisdiction.

Disputes often arise between the rat-men priests who lead slave-hunting teams over the affiliation of the large tribes that migrate through the forest.

Private wars have occurred several times. After fighting for a long time, a simple rule was set out of desperation.

All slave-hunting teams can only hunt slaves in their own areas, and other intelligent species that cross the border will belong to wherever they go.

This rule was strictly enforced, and the ratman priest who violated it last time was now hanging high on the most conspicuous rock wall of the outpost.

To a certain extent, the underground nests scattered throughout the forest were also spread due to the influence of this rule.

But at the same time, precisely because of this rule and the fixed quota of slaves to be offered every seven days, the young ratman priest, the temporary captain of the ratman slave-hunting team, left the underground cave where he lived with red eyes.

That night, a well-equipped rat-man slave-hunting team left the outpost alone, entered the vast forest and disappeared.

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While waiting for his old friend to bring him a gift, Du Yuan discovered something very interesting.

Or rather, it’s not things, but some changes that are delayed but finally appearing.

Arriving in the clan world, his sight fell on the spreading barren mountains, not lingering on the barren surface of the mountains, nor on the chaotic and complex underground rat city.

Okay, short stay.

Du Yuan saw a rather bizarre scene in the temple. His believers were offering sacrifices to him with a pious look on their faces.

And the object of sacrifice is also one's own believer.

He shook his head, used to it.

Cast your gaze deeper.

The deepest part of the underground rat city, watching for a while.

Du Yuan withdrew his gaze.

It seems that the spiritual enlightenment I had applied was not ineffective, but because of a lack of something, the process was delayed.

"But why are the styles of paintings so strange?"

Du Yuan muttered to himself in silence.

Not only that, Du Yuan also saw the footprints of another little guy next to the Craftsman's Heart.

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Deep in the desolate mountains.

That deep, dark abyss has seen some changes recently.

The faint blue light emitted by a towering blast furnace dispelled the darkness here, and low wails and violent roars echoed in the deep underground.

Those distorted and strange cries came from the delicate pillars standing underground.

Yes, although it may seem a bit strange to use the word "exquisite" to describe these pillars that are entirely black with a hint of blue light.

But when the blood slowly flowed through the grooves carved into the pillars and the bright red patterns spread out, the thick pillar did look so delicate. Although it was also bloody.

One by one, the strange ratmen, some of which were deformed, and some of which had tentacles extending from their flesh and blood, had their skin cut open, their internal organs ripped open, and were hung upside down on these thick pillars.

Often, these guys who were dissected were not dead yet, and they were either wailing in anger or pain on the pillars.

It was their blood that flowed out, drawing exquisite patterns on the pillars.

A brutal yet orderly scene.

However, these are not the most deformed and perverted things in this dark abyss at this moment.

The place where the craftsman's heart once fell and stayed.

At this moment, a huge heart mixed with flesh, blood and metal suddenly appeared, replacing the original craftsman's heart.

What kind of heart is this?
The dark blue metal shell is filled with scarlet flesh and blood. At the same time, gears are embedded in the flesh and blood, connected to each other, and rotate periodically.

The rotation of the gears follows the throbbing of the scarlet flesh and blood, as if simulating a normal, real beating heart.

But this heart is made up of scarlet flesh and blood, rotating gears, and a cold metal shell.

It should be beautiful, and this combination is like a unique work of art.

However, the faces surging in the squirming flesh and blood completely interrupted the sense of harmony brought by the beating of this metal flesh and blood heart.

Yes, at the moment when the flesh and blood in the heart throbbed, the faces of the rat men emerged one after another from the flesh and blood. The empty faces would open their mouths wide in the brief moment of appearance, as if trying to break away from this flesh and blood heart.

It's just a pity that it doesn't do anything.

When the throbbing stops, these faces will be dragged into the flesh and blood, and if you observe a little longer, you will find that they are beating along with this metal flesh and blood heart.

The rat man's face that was emerging from the flesh and blood was constantly blurring, but the process was very slow.

Yes, this is the lost heart of the craftsman. The broken heart of the craftsman has been restored, although the direction of this restoration is very strange.

Such a strange change is confusing, but it is definitely related to the rat that is standing cautiously in front of the metal heart and trying to cut a piece of wriggling flesh from the metal heart with the thin knife in its hand.

This rat man, who was doing crazy actions cautiously, had a pair of dark blue metal gloves covered with delicate patterns. Pieces of thin metal were intricately inlaid on his hands, and the dark blue metal gloves almost covered his entire hands.

However, the ingenious structure did not affect the flexibility of the rat man's hands at all.

Wrapped in the metal gloves with intricate patterns, the rat man's hands have a special charm.

If you look closely at the gaps between the metals, you can see a pair of hideous and ugly hands.

The flesh on the palm looked like mottled metal that had been smelted in a furnace and overcooled.

Ugliness and beauty converge in these hands.

At this moment, the owner of these hands was concentrating on observing the beating metal heart in front of him and seized the brief opportunity.

A wriggling mass of special flesh and blood appeared in the rat man's hand, bringing a satisfied smile to his face.

He trotted, impatiently carrying the mass of flesh and blood to a place not far away.

There, a rat man hung upside down on a dark metal pillar was horrified and desperate at the scene.

"no, do not want!"

Desperate screams echoed in the abyss beneath the earth.

　I didn't notice the repetition of Chapter 73 and Chapter 74. I have changed it back now. You can refresh the page. Sorry, sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)