From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 84: The Daring Guy
In the small temple, there stands a stone pillar carved with intricate patterns.

At the same time, this complex pattern did not stop at the stone pillars, but covered every inch of this small temple.

These intricate patterns were all carved based on the patterns on the great pillars in the real god's temple in the underground rat city, and the slave rats with the best carving skills in the underground rat city were invited to do the carving. To show their piety, this group of slave-catching priests used bleeding mushrooms together to let the slave rat craftsmen cover the entire small temple with the patterns.

Yes, even if you have become the most humble slave rat in the Ratman Kingdom, if you can skillfully carve the patterns belonging to the gods, then to some extent, your status will be improved.

As long as you can engrave the patterns belonging to the gods stroke by stroke.

Although the rats don’t know that the pattern they worship so crazily originated from a stone pillar that Du Yuan picked at random.

Not only that, they also replicated the blood pool, and even the pyramid standing in the blood pool, the gift that the white rat presented to the gods, were also restored.

But these are not the most eye-catching thing. The most eye-catching thing is a statue.

An unfinished statue of a rat man.

There is no doubt what this statue represents as it stands in this imitation temple.

The slave-catching priests in the outpost were so bold as to want to copy the image of the great god.

This action caused an uproar after it was discovered, and it even reached the ears of the ratman's high priest White Rat.

The White Rat once came to this temple himself.

At that time, all the ratmen priests in the outpost knelt down outside the small temple in fear.

But nothing happened afterwards. The White Rat stopped the further carving of the statue of the god, but he also did not let the daring slave-catching priests dismantle it. Everything that happened afterwards was easily let go.

Only this vague statue is left standing in this small imitation temple.

It was a very strange and awkward feeling that the rat people wanted their god to be a great giant rat.

It was as if the gods would never abandon them.

Now, this counterfeit temple that once caused a sensation has become somewhat deserted.

As the senior priests who founded the slave-hunting team fled the outpost, the continuous influx of sacrificial slaves into the outpost stagnated.

The blood in the temple's blood pool, which the rat-men priests had always required to be kept fresh, gradually coagulated after it lost its replacement.

A faint smell of decay also appeared in this sacred temple.

Two ratmen were standing in the temple at this time. One of them was chattering something, and a figure tied up like a dumpling was piled next to him.

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Sheng Qi now came to the temple he had longed to visit, but he did not even have the courage to take a closer look at the patterns that represented the great god.

He felt that he was going to use up all the courage he had in his life.

His mouth kept talking, but his heart was beating violently.

But fortunately, fortunately, fortunately, the temple messenger from the underground rat city in front of him showed an expression of interest in his words.

After that humiliating defeat, Sheng Qi had fully realized the incredible situation of his troops.

In the ratman's nest, he looked at the huge crowd of slave rats with red eyes.

He roared angrily, but after the roar, he felt helpless. Mainly because facing the bright eyes in front of him, Sheng Qi suddenly felt a little scared.

Fortunately, not to mention the slave rats, even the rat warriors were often abused by the rat warlords, but no fool rushed out to kill him. What else can we do? We have to live our lives.

Slaves also have to be handed over. Faced with this situation, the gloomy-faced Sheng Qi looked at the boarman cook who was tied up beside him and came up with an idea.

Just like that, the day before the slaves were to be handed over, Sheng Qi led his team back to the outpost and broke directly into the small temple where the temple messenger was staying.

He boldly made up a story.

In order to survive, he did not feel the slightest bit of guilt for deceiving the temple messenger. After all, the temple messenger served the gods, so wouldn't he, the ratman priest Sheng Qi, serve the gods?

Just fear, fear that his own bizarre idea would fail.

Worried about being caught on the spot, he went straight to fill the hole in the sacrifice.

In fear and tension, in the bizarre stories he told.

Sheng Qi turned into a brave and fearless ratman priest. He led his slave-hunting team through the underground tunnels throughout the forest, attacked the wild boar people's rear, and fought bravely in the poorly defended wild boar city, and even captured an extremely important wild boar person.

"Yes, this is the daughter of the boarman's high priest!"

When Sheng Qi was saying this, the hair on his back was soaked, but it must be said that he really has a talent for making up stories.

Even though he was sweating with fear, he could hardly stand.

But the words in his mouth were spoken smoothly in the ups and downs.

After saying this, he pointed at the boarman cook who was tied up over there, fearing that the temple messenger would not believe it.

He simply pulled out the rope that was stuffed in the boarman cook's mouth. In an instant, the angry roar resounded in the temple.

After being carried by the slave rats and running wildly in the forest all night, boundless anger was brewing in this tall and strong cook. After the rope on her mouth was pulled off, her eyes were even slightly red.

It seemed as if he was about to enter a frenzy state. The hemp ropes binding his body made a tightening sound, which scared Sheng Qi and the temple messenger.

He immediately blocked his mouth with the hemp rope again.

In the end, the boarman cook was still unable to break free from the thick hemp rope on her body.

The temple messenger was also successfully led astray by Sheng Qi's rather beautiful words.

“I am willing to sacrifice the daughter of the boarman high priest to the gods, but the small temple in this outpost is simply not satisfactory to me.

The most appropriate ending would be to chop off the head of this savage creature and throw its body into a lake of blood in the god's true palace.

I look forward to doing this myself.”

At this moment, a look of genuine piety and expectation appeared on Sheng Qi's face. Offering sacrifices in the real temple of the gods was the common wish of countless young rat people, and it was also Sheng Qi's wish.

But soon, the subject changed!
"But I cannot leave the outpost because of my teacher's request. Sir, are you willing to offer glory to the gods on my behalf?"

After hearing what Sheng Qi said, the temple messenger had some obvious intentions. No matter how true Sheng Qi's story was, this was indeed the first boar man sacrifice to be offered, which was indeed an honor.

Seeing the temple messenger's intention, Sheng Qi was ecstatic and took advantage of the opportunity to reveal his real purpose.

"My Lord, please give me a few days' grace. I have wasted some time trying to capture this glorious sacrifice. My Lord, please give me a few days' grace and she will be yours!"

(End of this chapter)