From Skaven to God of War

Chapter 92, The Gift of the White Rat
What was unexpected was that faced with such a scene, the white rat not only did not interrupt.

He even repelled the temple guards who were surrounding him.

This ordinary white mouse, already old and hunched over, was supported by a simple wooden stick in its hand.

Took a step forward.

Now that the rat war has stopped, it means he is here.

He strode towards the Shu Zhan in front of him, whose momentum was brewing, as if he was about to take that crucial step and become a hero.

After a brief pause, he looked into Shuzhan's eyes.

The white rat did not wait for Rat Zhan's attack, even during his undisguised act of humiliation.

Sarcasm and ridicule appeared on the white rat's face.

Arrogance, naked arrogance. However, when all this was done by the white rat, none of the rat people present thought it was wrong.

Because this is indeed a white rat, and it is something that their rat-man high priest can do.

At this point, the matter had already come to an end. The Spear of Divine Punishment in Shu Zhan's hand was taken away. When Shu Zhan stood there in a daze, without moving, the matter had already come to an end.

But it brought a solemn silence among the senior priests who were standing there.

Maybe it's sympathy for one's own kind?
The white rat climbed up the stairs leading to the altar, and the spear with a faint golden light was respectfully placed next to the altar.

It became a highly worshipped deity.

At this moment, even if Shu Zhan did not lower his head, he could only look up at the white rat.

Looking up at the white rat standing high in front of the altar, Shu Zhan tightly grasped the battle flag in his hand.

The look in his eyes turned into a deeper gloom that was buried.

The momentum that pushed him to cross the limits of mortals has not faded. Even today, or any day as long as the white rat is still there, Rat Zhan will never be able to become the real protagonist in the Ratman Kingdom.

Whispering in a low voice.

"You won't always be here, White Rat."

Looking at the white mouse in front of me that I could never cross.

Waving the war flag as if nothing had happened, Shu Zhan led the rat warlords and his own guards to retreat and join the standing senior priests.

But what no one noticed was that at this time, Shu Zhan had already secretly completed his transformation.

He is already a hero.

This grand sacrifice continued.

One by one, the sacrifices were pushed onto the altar, their heads were cut off and pushed into the blood lake, and pious prayers accompanied the wailing of the sacrifices, but these were not the point.

When a stone slab engraved with dense patterns was carefully delivered by a large number of temple guards.

It was taken by the white rat in front of the altar.

At this moment, the sacrifice reached its climax!
The arrogant and conceited white rat knelt down devoutly at this moment, with both hands raised high, almost trembling, trying hard to raise the stone slab in his hands high.

No rat man would take this matter more seriously than he did, for he had been without glory for too long.

The emerging rat warriors, the long claws chosen by the gods, or the wild boar men rampaging in the lush forest, none of these would frighten him.

The only thing he was afraid of was that the gods were no longer willing to look at him!

There are no words on this small piece of stone, but the exquisite patterns engraved on it almost express everything that one wants to express.

Almost all of the inscriptions on the entire stone slab describe what one will offer to the gods, what one will do for the gods, and how one will dedicate oneself as a member of the Thirteen Rat People.

Among them, there is nothing that God wants to do.

The gods made no promises to the rat people, but the white rats regarded the entire rat people as lowly sand and prayed to the gods to accept them.

A frenetic cry.

"Great God! I will present the slab of stone to you and present the contract!"

The senior priests at the top of the Ratman Empire who were present all knelt down at this moment.

At this moment, these old ratmen were almost the same as the young guys outside the temple, except that they didn't shout enthusiastically.

They were silent, like a group of children nervously waiting for praise.

Among them, the white rat holding the stone slab high was the most nervous, fearful and uneasy.

Waiting for the attention of God.

This time, Du Yuan did not let the white rat wait in vain, or what they did not know was that for this sacrifice, Du Yuan had even come to the clan world a long time ago.

Du Yuan saw the preparations of the white rats, the young rat priests who gathered together, the kneeling big-clawed priests, the slave rats, the confrontation and dispute between Rat Zhan and the white rats, and the scene of promotion to hero.

But Du Yuan didn't change anything.

An endless stream of power of faith appeared along with the praying ratmen, and turned into waves that continuously surged towards Du Yuan.

Du Yuan is no longer like he was when he was just anchored, unable to withstand the surge of huge power of faith.

He easily absorbed the power of faith that turned into waves, but on a whim, Du Yuan had already thought about what he wanted to do with the power of faith.

But before that, he needs to make a small appearance now.

In a beam of soft golden light that appeared out of nowhere, the stone tablet in the white rat's hand disappeared in an instant.

After a brief pause, irrepressible ecstasy surged into the white rat.

He finally, he finally, he finally got a response from God again.

I fell to my knees, the love just kept pouring in, but why were the tears the first to flow out?

Without any warning, the white rat began to cry loudly on the altar.

What's funny is that even though the tears kept pouring out of its eyes and even though it was crying loudly, this old white mouse was still carefully wiping away the tears from its eyes, not letting a single drop fall onto the altar of the god in front of it.

She wiped the tears from her eyes with her hands alternately, crying and laughing.

Even Du Yuan shook his head with amusement when watching this scene.

White Rat is indeed the most devout ratman in the ratman kingdom.

I thought about it.

A soft light fell towards the white rat that was crying and laughing in front of the altar.

This is Du Yuan’s special reward, although he doesn’t know whether Bai Shu will be satisfied.

In the soft light, there is neither the blessing of power nor the surging knowledge.

Only in that light, there was suddenly a disturbed wind, like a pair of big hands gently patting the white mouse's head.

But this is the best for the white mice.

Staring blankly at the direction where the light was descending.

This is the best gift, this must be the best gift!

When the light faded, the white mouse had recovered from its crying and laughing state and returned to its serious appearance.

Everything that just happened seemed like an illusion.

But it is obvious that no rat person would be so blind as to make fun of the white rat's misbehavior, and probably no one would have the intention to make fun of it.

So what if the white rat loses its composure?

That light represents the gift from God. If losing one's composure means receiving the gift from God, then what does throwing a tantrum mean?

Undisguised envy appeared on the faces of all the ratmen priests present.

Bow your head devoutly and pray.

The rat felt that he had gotten the best.

But the gifts that the gods gave to the rat people were not over yet.

(End of this chapter)