Chapter 134, Grand Priest, Twisted Kingdom, Brave Man (Two in One)

When Rat Zhan, who was left at the end, arrived at the Desolate Mountains with the Eastern Expeditionary Force.

The grand sacrifice had entered the preparation stage.

For this grand sacrifice, the killing started early.

Every day, countless slaves were beheaded in front of the temple of the gods as sacrifices.

The bodies were thrown into the blood lake, but before the blood mushrooms could grow on the bodies, they were hastily salvaged.

The Western Expeditionary Force and the Central Expeditionary Force brought back 1.15 million slaves of various races.

And of these 1.15 million slaves, only 500 would be offered to the gods as sacrifices on the day of the grand sacrifice.

And this number dropped to 300 as Rat Zhan brought back the body of the dragon.

So what about the rest?

What will the remaining slaves be used for?

The answer is warm-up.

The rats are never stingy with the sacrifices offered to the gods, and are extremely generous.

They don't choose the type either.

Of all the slaves, most of them were weak.

The rabbits hiding in the forest alone contributed nearly 200,000 slaves to the Central Expeditionary Force.

The huge Central Expeditionary Force paused for a long time in the forest where the rabbits were entrenched.

The rat priests took the slave rats and searched and captured these large numbers of rabbits carefully and tirelessly.

Along the way, whether they were strong or weak, they were all sacrifices, all sacrifices.

At the same time, the rats treated this batch of sacrifices very well.

A large number of cave mushrooms were taken out of the mouths of the slave rats to feed the huge number of slaves.

For this reason, the food supplied to the slave rats was once seriously scarce.

After extremely intensive labor, these poor slave rats didn't even have a bowl of mushroom soup.

Famine began to spread in the Rat Empire.

The bad news was a great famine.

The good news was a great famine that only occurred among the slave rats.

This situation was completely ignored by the rat priests. Even the big claw priests who were closer to the slave rats were also extremely indifferent to this situation.

Slaves are sacrifices, gifts to the gods, and things that need to be cherished.

And the slave rats.

These poor guys, not many priests even take them seriously.

They are just some useless guys.

No, they are still useful.

The rat priests will select strong slave rats to provide food for the slaves of the carnivorous races.

The treatment of slave rats is far worse than that of real slaves.

The killing began after the gods gave the oracle.

From dawn to dusk.

There is not much difference between the strong, the weak, the old, and the young.

If you are strong, you will cut one more knife. If you are young, you will save some energy. If you are covered with shells and have a tough skin, you will be more delicate and spend more energy.

But in the end, floating on the bright lake will be your final result.

Although this brings a lot of problems.

The blood lake could not bear so many floating bodies.

So, young rat priests were mobilized one by one.

The salvage continued.

The killing and sacrifice did not stop.

Countless lives disappeared deep underground, buried in the bright red lake, brewing a touch of intoxicating bright red.

As for the bodies that were salvaged, they were thrown into the deep abyss as garbage.

There were too many piled up bodies, too many.

But fortunately, the deep crack deep underground was wide enough.

However, some strange situations occurred in the accumulation of these bodies. These bodies soaked in the blood lake did not rot normally, but entered a state of dissolution as time passed. The bodies crushed at the bottom of the towering pile of corpses, the flesh and blood fell off the bones like running water.

And after a short period of activity, they became silent and turned into a pale dead soil at the bottom of the deep abyss.

This time, the rats abandoned too many bodies.

And all of them were corpses that had been soaked in the blood lake. Some strange changes appeared and began to brew in the piled corpses.

However, this did not disturb the long claws living at the bottom of the abyss.

This even brought him some convenience.

These piled corpses attracted some hungry slave rats.

These slave rats carefully devoured the flesh and blood on these piled corpses.

It brought some life to his notorious abyss and made it easier to capture the test subjects.

Some deformed monsters were released by him.

Running on the piled flesh and blood, wantonly chasing and killing the slave rats who came here for food and greedy for flesh and blood, their performance was observed and recorded by him.

At the same time, he also became curious about those corpses in a strange state where the flesh and blood melted and flowed.

This greedy rat was trying to grab any knowledge that appeared in front of him.

Although he didn't know that the master who caused all these changes was currently in this deep abyss.

He was greedily watching the beating and sluggish heart.

This strange change is Xiaochun's way of preserving food, a way to deal with the food that becomes less fresh as time goes by.

Although Long Claw was curious, he didn't have much time to study this strange scene.

Especially after hearing that Shu Zhan brought back a complete dragon.

After a long time, he decided to leave this deep abyss.

For the dragon corpse in Shu Zhan's hand.

Perhaps the naturally powerful dragon could become the lock of the key in his hand.

Although he and Shu Zhan don't get along.

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This grand sacrifice has entered the countdown preparation stage.

The rats didn't know that this sacrifice was related to the path of their great god.

But they still tried their best and prepared seriously.

The towering blast furnace, the metal that was smelted continuously, was not first fed back to the army, war, or even many other aspects.

And more were used to make sacrificial knives for the priests in the temple.

The number of sacrifices was too large, and even the metal knives could hardly support the rapid loss.

It can only be forged in a hurry by the industrial center on the surface of the barren mountains and transported in batches.

It is barely enough for consumption.

As for why the sacrificial knives produced by the industrial zone with a relatively good metal output are only enough for the temple to consume.

Perhaps it is because these nitpicking temple priests require the big claw priests in charge of the industrial zone to engrave exquisite and flawless god patterns on each sacrificial knife.

This is a difficult task.

But for the grand sacrifice, everything is necessary, at least in the eyes of the rat priests themselves, these tedious little details are necessary.

For this reason, the endless fatigue is not only entangled with the big claw priests in the industrial center, but also directly attached to the slave rats who are gradually becoming sluggish in repetitive labor.

The pain of industry is vividly manifested here by the rat people.

In exchange, the productivity is rapidly expanding.

In the Desolate Mountains, the metal production of the ratmen has surpassed that of the wild boarmen in a very short time, and it is still growing rapidly with the construction of blast furnaces and the mobilization of slave rats.

Although this requires some costs.

For example, those slave rats that are being consumed rapidly.

The big claw priests here are really using the slave rats as screws.

Endless pain gathered on the slave rats working in the industrial zone. These cowardly and humble guys even broke out several riots in this very short time.

All were ruthlessly suppressed.

There was no comfort, no relief, only the cold whipping and the indicators that continued to rise with the passage of time.

Similarly, the big claw priests in this industrial zone were not much better, and their eyes were also red.

And the only consolation, perhaps only the transparent bells that echoed with the Desolate Mountains when light and darkness met every day, could give these numb and tired slave rats a bit of peace.

That was the gift of God.

The great Him gave the divine object, the swaying holy bell, the bell that rings at a fixed time every day, the cold and transparent bell, which can cleanse the souls of these humble guys and bring the only remaining peace.

At the same time, it brings endless faith.

The slave rats kneel devoutly to worship the gods in the bells, taking a moment to breathe.

In numbness, faith fills everything.

Every day, in this industrial zone, there are slave rats who turn into big claw priests.

Then they hold the long whip woven with thorns, and in their red eyes, they whip their former selves madly.

Whip the cowardly and humble slave rats in front of them.

In this twisted and deformed country, there has never been a second choice for these humble rats who account for the vast majority of the population.

Pray to the great god devoutly and from the heart!

Only faith! Only faith can save you!

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During the interval during the preparation of the grand sacrifice.

Long claws found Rat Zhan.

Shu Zhan grinned, looking at the guy in front of him who didn't get along with him.

He didn't get along with Long Claw.

To be precise, Shu Zhan didn't get along with all the rat priests.

Although the Western Expeditionary Force's expedition against the wild boars didn't go as he expected.

This guy actually ate up the wild boar kingdom.

But it's true, after all, he has the support of the white rat.

Lucky guy.

Let him gain a foothold in the rat parliament.

But why did he come to him? Shu Zhan didn't think he had anything to talk about with the guy in front of him.

But he didn't drive Long Claw away directly.

Wanted to see what this guy was going to do.

Folding his arms, a mocking expression naturally jumped on his face.

"I don't think there is anything to talk about with you, an unknown person."

But it didn't make Long Claw angry at all, he said to Shu Zhan calmly.

"I want something in your hand."

"Oh! If White Rat wants it, can't he just ask me for it?"

"It's not White Rat who wants it, it's me who wants it."

Long Claws was still so calm, but these words made the mockery on Shu Zhan's face more obvious.

If White Rat doesn't want it, then what qualifications do you have to stand in front of me?

Just a chess piece of White Rat.

In the arrogant attitude, the undisguised contempt appeared on Shu Zhan's face.

But he does have such qualifications. Even though he has suffered a great defeat, he has almost stood at the top of the rat kingdom.

Hero, God-giver, Skinner, Grand Commander, and the recently added Dragon Slayer.

Compared to the aging White Rat, Rat War is much younger.

The lucky guy Sheng Qi is completely incomparable.

When Rat War led the second rat expeditionary force to the Wetland Kingdom, he had just lost the immaturity of a young rat.

But he dared to lead the army to rush thousands of miles in the harsh wetland.

If it weren't for that tragic defeat, he would be far more dazzling than he is now, and even White Rat might not be able to suppress him.

Such a person is arrogant, and he will not take the long claws in front of him, who has always been unknown and was born as a big claw priest, seriously.

"You?"

Finally, Long Claw could no longer remain calm, and Rat War's contempt deeply hurt him.

Once, it was in such contempt that he pulled out his big claws.

He was indeed not brave enough.

He was indeed not brave enough!

Otherwise, he would not have experienced being a slave rat.

Everything that experience left him with made him struggle in pain for a long time.

In an instant, Long Claw's expression became ferocious.

But it gradually subsided.

Suppressing the resentment that was climbing in his heart because of Shu Zhan's contempt, Long Claw regained his composure and made a condition.

"I should have something that you are interested in here."

As Long Claw continued to speak, well, Shu Zhan did have to admit that this unknown guy in front of him did have something.

At least the ferocious giant rat given by Long Claw did make Shu Zhan quite interested.

After he returned to the Desolate Mountains, he naturally learned about the news of the other two expeditionary forces, one of which made him focus on the ferocious giant rat.

In response, Shu Zhan opened his mouth without hesitation.

Directly asking for everything about the ferocious giant rat, Shu Zhan naturally looked down on the ferocious giant rat provided by Long Claw.

But if he could make the ferocious giant rat himself, the situation would be different.

Unexpectedly, Long Claw agreed to this.

He didn't even hesitate, as a price.

Long Claw needed a part of the dragon's body in Shu Zhan's hand.

Shu Zhan agreed without hesitation.

If he could also raise a group of ferocious giant rat knights, there is no doubt that he would have to increase his stakes.

Like those rat priests who were dissatisfied with Shu Zhan and didn't mind tripping him up, Shu Zhan was also ready to teach those rat priests who made him unhappy a lesson.

Although his stakes were undoubtedly scarcer than those rat priests.

This is why Shu Zhan was inevitably a little aggrieved when facing the alliance of that group of senior rat priests.

So he would not give up the opportunity to increase his stakes.

And for this, he only needed to pay a part of the dragon's body.

Although this dragon was about to be offered as a sacrifice to the gods, such a huge dragon would not be short of this little bit.

If he could have a stronger army, he could also bring more and better sacrifices to the gods!

Shu Zhan agreed to the deal.

Because this deal seemed to be a win-win situation no matter how you looked at it.

However, what he didn't notice was, or rather, this arrogant guy wouldn't care even if he noticed it.

The long claws cast a resentful look in the dark.