Chapter 140, the Convening of the Rat People's Council, the Choice of the True Spirit, and the Vision Given by Du Yuan

A massacre took place.

During the preparation ceremony for the grand sacrifice.

The silent shadows in the darkness killed the rat priests at the outpost accurately and quickly.

This is the purpose of their existence.

Rat assassins.

This team has been a sharp blade swinging inward since its establishment.

In the chaotic killing.

The rat priests around the small temple began to retreat in panic.

The berserk spell had no effect on these assassins running in the shadows.

Even if the most elite slave-catching team was gathered around, it could not stop the precise assassination.

What's worse is that the slaves who were prepared to serve as ritual sacrifices were released at this moment.

Everything was a mess.

This brewing grand rebellion has not yet begun, but it has ushered in the most difficult challenge.

In the angry shouts.

The senior rat priests are not ready to give up.

When greed is completely ignited, only the coldness of the sharp blade close to their necks can stop it.

In the red eyes.

All the troops began to converge towards the outpost, and the dense rats crowded in this small space.

The killing aura was stretched.

Thirteen senior rat priests stood in front of the small temple, crazy and hideous.

A large number of rats unconsciously fell into a frenzy under the effect of the killing aura.

And there was no enemy in front of them.

In the heavy breathing, in a simple push, chaos spread, and the crowded rats began to fight each other.

And accompanied by the superposition of killing auras one after another.

The tragic killing began.

The senior rat priests did not stop this tragic scene from happening, on the contrary.

This is exactly what they wanted to see.

Those rat assassins hidden in the dark showed up in this disorderly chaos.

Even though they could hide in the darkness and walk freely, they were helpless in the face of the crowded and chaotic battlefield in front of them.

In a crowded battlefield, there was no room for assassins to perform.

This chaos became the best defense.

Unless these rat assassins gave up the assassination of those senior rat priests.

And it was not just that.

The surviving young rat priests hurriedly raised the hastily made battle flags in their hands and stood everywhere in the angry and sharp shouts.

And knelt down devoutly.

These senior priests who encountered a sudden attack.

Decisively and resolutely changed to another simpler and more convenient way of sacrifice.

Everything in front of them was used as a sacrifice to hold a grand blood sacrifice.

To deal with this situation.

The rat assassins did not hesitate much. They emerged from the darkness and began to gather in groups.

Charged without hesitation.

Like the sharp tip of a spear, they hit the crowded rats in front of them fiercely.

Advance quickly.

Decisive and resolute.

But he was met with the hideous smiles of the senior priests standing in front of the temple.

The wooden staff was raised high.

The terrifying divine fluctuations began to gather.

The rat assassins gathered in front of these priests, which did not seem to be a very wise decision.

Or perhaps it was to cover the figure that was always hiding in the dark.

When the fluctuations of the divine arts gathered to the peak.

A short blue blade suddenly appeared in front of the senior rat priest.

At this moment, even the hideousness on his face did not fade.

The short blade shuttled through nimbly.

A tall rat assassin appeared in front of all the senior rat priests present.

And behind her, a hideous rat priest fell to the ground, and the terrifying divine fluctuations dissipated and disappeared.

Well, it's time to wake up.

The sharp blade has reached the neck.

At this moment, a large number of senior rat priests gave up condensing divine arts and hurriedly wanted to escape.

The steps were in unison.

But it was obvious that it was too late to wake up at this time.

Another senior rat priest crossed paths with the tall rat assassin while fleeing.

He fell to the ground without a sound.

A solid wind blade was thrown by a priest.

After moving slightly away from the rat assassin, the faded courage reappeared.

It was a pity that the solid wind blade was easily cut by the tall assassin, and the thrown blade took away another crazy priest.

In a panic, the killing aura was stopped.

Instead, it was replaced by a series of berserk spells.

Teams of slave-hunting teams were dispatched by the senior priests of this outpost with berserk spells.

Rushed towards the tall assassin.

In order to save their own lives.

But the effect was not ideal.

Various situations had been anticipated at the beginning of the formation of the rat assassin.

This is a force specifically targeting rat priests.

In that nimble figure.

The tall rat assassin easily disappeared in the interlaced darkness.

At the same time, this self-absorbed action also brought another bad consequence.

After the killing aura was stopped, the awakened slave rats began to flee without hesitation.

They wanted to avoid the team of cold rat assassins in front of them.

At the same time, they were also uneasy about what was happening in front of them.

Everything was a mess.

But the team of rat assassins rushed up. At this last moment, only the slave-catching teams that had spent a lot of effort were slightly more reliable.

At least they did not flee immediately.

But only slightly.

Collapse at the first touch, this is a good word to describe the performance of these slave-catching teams.

From the burning fire of ambition to the cold reality slapping on the face.

It didn't take much time.

An unwilling rat priest raised the wooden stick in his hand high in front of the temple.

Since everything is a bubble, then don't leave anything behind!

The earthquake spell was gathered by him.

And in this deep underground, the casting of this magic will be fatal, and everything around will collapse under the effect of the earthquake spell.

He wanted to die together.

At this time, the tall rat assassin appeared again.

The short blade in his hand stabbed at the crazy rat priest.

But someone had already been staring at him, and a flying stone was called out.

But the tall rat assassin ignored it.

He thrust the short blade in his hand straight into the chest of the crazy priest in front of him.

He was hit by the flying stone and flew out.

Not long after, the assassins who rushed in killed all the living things here one by one.

When the tall assassin got up again, her right arm had drooped limply.

The rat assassins who were not wearing any armor were extremely dangerous and extremely fragile.

She didn't take it seriously.

She simply pulled and dragged the limp arm.

Pushed open the door of the small temple.

The saint's body with a hazy glow and the blood mushrooms sprouting in the blood pool were in sight.

And the complex god patterns climbing all over the small temple, the replica of the god's altar, and the huge rat statue with a blurred face.

Stand for a short time.

Scan everything in front of him.

As if to confirm something, at this time, other rat assassins also entered the temple.

They solemnly looked at the saint's body emitting a hazy light.

Pray devoutly in front of the replica of the god's stone pillar.

Even these cold assassins seemed to have the same fanatical faith.

Except for the tall assassin who led the group.

The temple of the god was not destroyed. After confirming this, she turned and left.

Later, the rat assassins carried out a detailed cleansing of the outpost.

All the rat priests were killed one by one.

The heads were cut off and pierced with wooden sticks, and erected in front of several main roads of the outpost as a deterrent.

Even though most of the rats did not know what happened in the outpost.

But the dense rat heads themselves conveyed some information, explaining what happened in this outpost not long ago.

Especially when you know one or two guys in the heads.

The slave rats blocking the road finally dispersed.

The big claw priests temporarily took over the fortress.

At the same time, Rat War, who had set off shortly after the sacrificial ceremony, also arrived at the outpost at this time.

After a series of bad things, Rat War didn't want to stay in the underground rat city for a moment.

But he stopped in front of the outpost.

Because of the rat heads standing in front of him.

He knew a few of them.

Some useless but very rich guys, but at this time, those guys were inserted here.

Let Rat War stop.

And began to turn back, even though Rat War was not sharp enough when dealing with some things.

But not including such obvious signs in front of him.

Something big is going to happen.

Obviously, after this killing, even if the rat assassins are not so ostentatious, the things in the outpost are destined to be exposed.

White Rat must give an explanation after the establishment of the Rat Council.

When White Rat voluntarily joins the rules that have been constructed, then these rules will also restrict him.

The rat assassins sent the body of the saint to the white rat.

Even though the saint had a faint glow on his body.

But the white rat did not have much respect for him.

Just one glance, and a disdainful expression appeared on his face.

He knew this rat man, the arrogant guy who carved the statue of the god.

The guy who made self-righteous actions.

He waved casually.

Even though the white rat disdained it, the remains of the saint were still sent to the temple of the god.

It will be displayed there.

It's not that the white rat said one thing and meant another.

But at this critical moment, the white rat must firmly grasp the dominance of the priest in his own hands.

During this period.

The white rat conducted a test.

Another place in the underground rat city also began to sprout blood mushrooms.

All this cannot be stopped.

Undoubtedly, it is the will of the gods.

Changes will happen, even if this will bring many problems.

But as long as it is what the gods want.

He will do it.

In this transformation, he must grasp everything.

So, even though he was disdainful, the white rat still gave the arrogant rat who carved the god a chance.

His remains will be placed in the temple of the god.

At the same time, the heads of the senior rat priests in the outpost were also brought back thirteen.

He will convene the Rat Council.

The changes of the blood mushroom will be announced by him at the council.

These heads will also be displayed on the table of the council as a silent warning.

In this change, he still doesn't trust the group of rats.

So, everything needs to be held more firmly in his hands.

Just like he has always done.

The white rat wants to stand up.

But there is a slight delay in the action of standing up, and a brief silence.

There is a little more depth in his eyes.

The Rat Council will be convened.

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At the same time.

The saint's true spirit flying up and down in front of Du Yuan's body has also reached its limit.

Even under the abundant faith nourishment in the divine pillar, it keeps dissipating and becomes dim.

At this time, Du Yuan opened his eyes.

Looking at the flying true spirit in front of him.

Du Yuan gave him a choice.

"If you are willing to accept, then after a long sleep, you will wake up in my country."

Stretching out his hand, a bit of gray spirituality appeared in Du Yuan's hand.

This is the hazy and incomplete spirituality of the craftsman's heart.

Du Yuan did not let Xiaochun swallow the spirituality of the craftsman's heart completely.

He took out the incomplete hazy spirituality.

In order to give a chance to the true spirit in front of him that was about to dissipate.

Even if the spirituality of the craftsman's heart was hazy and incomplete, the accumulated spirituality was large enough and tough enough, but it lacked a little true spirit.

And this lack of true spirit can be made up by the saint in front of him.

Du Yuan extended an invitation to him.

Waiting for him to respond.

As the first saint among the rat people, he was also the first believer to see him.

Du Yuan was willing to give him a chance.

But unexpectedly.

This bit of true spirit did not agree to Du Yuan's invitation.

It was still flying up and down in front of Du Yuan.

It was just getting closer and closer as it flew up and down.

Du Yuan looked at all this.

He was a little puzzled.

But he didn't put away the hazy spirituality of the craftsman's heart in his hand.

He just quietly waited for the choice of the spirituality in front of him.

When it was about to disappear.

He didn't choose the hazy spirituality of the craftsman's heart in Du Yuan's hand, nor was he tempted by the promise Du Yuan made.

He left Du Yuan's pillar.

Floated away.

Passed his corpse in the temple, paused slightly in front of the white rat, but didn't stay for too long.

When it finally dissipated.

This spirituality returned to the small temple at the outpost.

At this time, because the priests of the outpost were cleansed, the small temple became deserted again.

But arriving here made him cheer.

Paused in front of the vague huge ratman statue.

Paused in front of the huge ratman statue that he had entrusted too much to.

When it was about to dissipate, it suddenly crashed into it.

The disintegrated spirit was completely absorbed into the statue in front of him.

It rejected Du Yuan's vision and the possibility of continuing to exist.

When it was about to dissipate, it still chose to follow its own path, its arrogant path.

He wanted to add a little spirit and divinity to this blurred statue.

Make it a true statue of God.