Chapter 138, The Grand Drama Begins, The Priest Who Crossed the Past

The undercurrent has already appeared.

The blood mushrooms that suddenly appeared did not explode like thunder in the outpost.

Strangely calm.

But this calm was only a brief calm before the storm.

The senior rat priests in the outpost received the news as soon as they got it.

Unbelievable and then boundless excitement.

Does the arrival of the blood mushrooms mean that the favor and gift of the gods will also come here?

This will change their embarrassing position.

The outpost is the only city in the rat kingdom besides the underground rat city that gathers a large number of senior rat priests.

The loser of the power struggle.

The old man who is unable to climb up.

There are also those country geniuses who have lived in the outpost since their birth and awakening and have been promoted here.

They came here voluntarily, forced, or simply had no choice.

Even though the outpost is the gateway to the barren mountains, there is nothing missing here.

But a label was still firmly put on it.

Those from the outpost.

And were laughed at by the rat priests in the underground rat city.

This is a label that cannot be torn off.

The discrimination chain exists almost everywhere in the rat kingdom, and is reflected in all aspects.

The big claw priests are ridiculed by normal priests, the priests born from the rat warriors are ridiculed by the priests born from the young rats, and the priests of the outposts are looked down upon by the priests of the underground rat city.

There are two types of priests at the bottom of the rat priests' contempt chain.

One is the big claw priest.

The other is the warrior priest who was squeezed out of the underground rat city.

As both are at the bottom of the contempt chain, it stands to reason that the two parties should be able to get along better.

But it's wrong.

Even the most humble warrior priest.

He will not give up any opportunity to respond to the big claw priests with the most vicious ridicule.

Even if everyone is crawling in front of the gods, even if everyone is chanting the name of the gods.

Now, blood mushrooms have begun to sprout in the outpost.

Or in that small temple with a rather embarrassing status.

In a hurry, a stage has been built.

A force hidden in the dark, in a hurry, stepped onto the stage

The birth of the blood mushroom is not allowed.

The blood mushroom was born in the small temple, born in this outpost, and appeared outside the underground rat city.

This is not allowed.

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Outpost, underground tunnel.

A young rat priest led several slave rats, moving forward nervously and excitedly.

Behind him.

Several slave rats struggled to carry a pale wild boar corpse.

On the chest of the corpse.

A blood-red mushroom sprouted.

A blood mushroom that had just sprouted and was not even fully born.

In theory, such blood mushrooms should not be touched, but at this time, the excited young priest even carried the base of the wild boar corpse, which was used as a sacrifice and was still fresh, together.

Running in this underground tunnel.

A hasty decision.

But he was targeted, in the darkness that the flame on the yellow candle could not illuminate.

A pair of scarlet eyes lit up.

Unnoticed.

When the young and reckless priest crossed the darkness.

A short green blade appeared from the darkness.

In just a moment, the killing was completed.

The expression on the face of the nervous and excited young priest did not change.

He fell to the ground with a bang.

A blood mark appeared on his neck.

Black turbid blood flowed out.

The commotion broke out on the slave rats present.

The wild boar corpse was abandoned and wanted to escape.

But the slender figure did not give them a chance.

Soon after, this section of the underground tunnel returned to silence.

The corpses were lying all over the ground.

The sprouting blood mushrooms on the wild boar corpse were taken away.

The slender figure disappeared in the darkness.

Soon after, a team of well-equipped slave rats arrived here. However, apart from the corpses on the ground, the only thing they saw was the pale wild boar corpse.

They took the pale wild boar corpse away and then left.

Soon after, a meeting was held in the outpost.

All the senior priests in the outposts gathered together.

The topic of discussion was also very simple.

That is, what should they do? The guy hiding in the dark took away the first sprouted blood mushroom in the small temple.

In an instant, the appearance of the blood mushroom changed from a fact to a fact that could not be verified at the time of development.

But it did not have any effect.

He still underestimated these senior rat priests.

He was able to jump out of many rat priests and become a senior rat priest.

Even if he could only be ranked in the outpost.

But he could not be underestimated.

Without much hesitation, the rat priests in the outpost completed the vote.

Even those guys who often fought with each other and had grudges that were hard to let go reached a consensus at this moment.

They wanted to let the blood mushroom bloom in the small temple.

No matter what.

Not for anything else, but for themselves, and because the benefits of doing so could overwhelm everything.

A large number of slave-hunting teams were mobilized.

The slaves that were originally stored in the small temple were also pushed onto the altar of the small temple.

An old and senior rat priest came to the small temple in person, and knelt down in front of the altar of the god, imitating the white rat.

One by one, the slaves were pushed onto the altar and their heads were cut off by the actions of the slave rats of the slave-catching team.

But these guys were not professional temple guards after all.

They were not comparable to the temple guards.

This process became particularly bloody, especially when dealing with some sacrifices with hard scales.

Under the rough actions, blood splattered.

Many of them even fell on the replica of the altar of the god, interrupting the kneeling of the old rat priest.

Furious.

In an instant, his eyes turned red and his face twisted.

The slave rat who was still executing the sacrifice was stiff under this ferocious gaze.

But fortunately, the old rat priest quickly moved his eyes away.

In that exaggerated expression.

He suddenly fell on the altar in front of him and wiped the blood on the altar with his mottled fur.

Anyone can see that the old priest's mental state is not right.

In fact, it is true.

That's why he was pushed out to preside over everything in this temple.

In the sacrificial ceremony not long ago, this old guy was almost dragged to the altar by the white rat as a sacrifice.

Because he also tried to perform magic in the sacrificial ceremony of the great god.

At the beginning of the reckoning, the old guy collapsed to the ground in a very unbearable way.

But he survived and was not sent to the altar as a sacrifice.

Because he failed at the first time to guide the magic.

And the pathetic appearance of collapsing on the ground.

He didn't even qualify as a sacrifice.

He saved his life.

But at the same time, he became a little crazy after returning to the outpost.

Carefully wipe off the blood on the god's altar.

Such caution, but nothing happened.

His expression changed in front of the altar, he cried and laughed.

But what no one saw was that his eyes were filled with such sadness.

Looking at the huge ratman statue with a blurred face in front of him.

His group of idiots thought he was crazy, but he would rather be crazy.

Maybe he could be more calm if he was crazy.

But only he knew.

He was not crazy at all! He had never been crazy!

He whispered in a low voice, in the insoluble sorrow.

His faith was just shaken.

In the grand sacrifice, in front of the phantom of the god, under the gaze of the god.

The magic gathered in his hand suddenly dissipated.

Finally, there was no escape.

His faith was shaken.

The shaken faith no longer supported him to use powerful magic, and even the ordinary berserk magic was a little slow.

In this way, the disintegrating magic saved his life.

He returned to the outpost in a daze.

Maybe his faith had already begun to waver.

But this shouldn't be, this really shouldn't be.

Obviously, for so many years, he has always knelt devoutly before the gods.

A huge pain came.

He knelt in this temple that he led and built.

Yes, this small temple standing in the outpost was built under his leadership as his most important achievement.

It is also a temple built for him to practice his faith.

At that time, he had just been promoted to a senior priest and took the initiative to leave the underground rat city.

As the only senior priest who took the initiative to leave the underground rat city and come to this outpost.

At that time, he was still so young and everything went smoothly.

From a young rat man to a young priest, from a young priest to a senior priest.

And then finally resolutely embarked on the road to the outpost.

He wanted to prove his own ideas because he couldn't stand the ugly faces of those old guys in the temple of the underground rat city.

With a devout belief in the gods.

He came to this outpost.

At that time, the outpost was not as prosperous as it is today. Everything was so barren, and he was the first senior rat priest to arrive at the outpost.

It can be said that everything in the outpost was built under his witness.

Until the second expedition, until those rat warlords began to sweep the lush forest, slave-hunting teams began to appear, and a large number of blood mushrooms flowed into the outpost.

Everything gradually began to get better.

He was no longer young.

Most of his life was spent in this desolate outpost.

Spend it in this city that is not noticed by the gods.

Until everything gets better.

In this city that is not noticed by the gods.

Involuntarily, a little confusion appeared.

It was at that time that he made a decision.

He wanted to get the blessing of the gods, he wanted to be noticed by the gods!

The small temple began to be built in this outpost.

Until the official start of construction, everything went smoothly, and a simple but significant temple was opened up.

At least at that time, the rat people who were not so old felt that the small temple opened in the outpost was of great significance.

This is the second temple of the rat people!

This is the opportunity he has accumulated for most of his life.

On the day when the small temple was completed, he stayed in the small temple excitedly and waited.

Waiting for some possible blessing.

But nothing came.

Nothing came!

He was confused, but wondered if he had not done well enough.

He began to offer sacrifices in the temple where the god had not cast his eyes.

But nothing came.

The pyramid built by the white rat was completely reproduced in this small temple.

It did not come.

The pattern of the god was engraved on the entire temple, on every wall, and on every empty space.

But nothing came.

It was at this time that the old priest began to go extreme.

Because, all that, all those attempts, were fruitless, and the god had never cast his eyes.

In his extremeness, he personally carved a statue, a huge rat-man statue with a blurred face that stood in the small temple, only half completed.

This statue was carved by him personally.

The carving was not completed.

He was stopped by the white rat.

He arrogantly wanted to engrave the appearance of the god, the appearance of the god he expected.

It was at this time.

His faith was shaken.

He was gradually accepting this result.

As time passed, he was almost too old.

Until not long ago, at the grand priest ceremony, he witnessed Shu Zhan accepting the blessing with his own eyes.

In his unreasonable anger, he gathered his magic.

Because of jealousy.

He had been mediocre all his life, and the things he had been pursuing appeared in front of him like this.

It appeared in front of him like this.

It made him crazy until the magic collapsed, until the magic collapsed, and he returned to the outpost with a lingering breath.

He realized that he didn't even have the qualifications to be jealous.

Originally, this was nothing, but despair turned into more despair.

Until the blood mushroom sprouted, the blood mushroom sprouted in the small temple!

He was going to accept his fate, he was going to accept his fate.

He was going to accept his fate!

But God! God!

Great God!

Why did you fool me like this!

Why! Why just when I was about to accept my fate!

Give me hope!

Kneeling before the altar, in the boundless sorrow, the old priest bowed solemnly to the unfinished giant rat statue in front of him.

He bowed to the gods, and also to his former self.

In the expression of crying and laughing.

"It would have been better if it had been earlier, it would have been better if it had been earlier!"

Crazy words came out.

It was at this moment.

His momentum began to surge.

This old priest, this crazy old priest, this old priest who was once unruly and high-spirited.

He picked up his faith again.

He bowed devoutly and cherished.

His voice was hoarse and focused.

"Great God!

Great God!"

He returned to the ranks of senior priests again, but the surging momentum did not stop, pushing him to a new level.

It seemed that a hero was about to be born at this time.

It was a pity.

He was too old.

He no longer had the vigor and vitality of his youth.

This decaying body eventually dragged him down.

He knelt before the blurred statue in front of him.

The surging momentum gradually subsided.

He stayed at the boundary between mortals and heroes, and did not cross the most critical step.

The old priest who was one step short of becoming a hero, just a little short of becoming a hero.

But for this, the old priest did not have too many fluctuations, no sadness or joy.

He just bowed devoutly.

Bowing to the gods.