Chapter 141, The Last Seat, the Aged Lion, the Flesh and Blood of God

Du Yuan stared at the statue after it was injected with the broken true spirit.

Stared at the blurry giant ratman statue.

But he did not wait for the miracle to appear.

The giant ratman statue standing on the edge of the small temple did not change at all.

Even if the old priest gambled everything for it.

The scattered light spots dimmed in the flickering.

The true spirit was extinguished.

But it made Du Yuan silent for a short time and put away the spirituality of the craftsman's heart in his hand.

This ball of spirituality may still be useful.

Du Yuan did not make a move to put a perfect end to the end of the old priest in front of him.

Even if he could do it easily.

Add a little spirituality to the blurry ratman statue, add a little spirituality.

Even if he was also touched by the old priest's choice.

Because this is contrary to his path.

Now, he needs a united ratman empire.

At least a united ratman empire on the surface.

And the unified church held by the white rat is already the hub of everything in the ratman empire.

As a god, he must be responsible for his own path.

But if you ask Du Yuan, that tiny possibility will appear.

The dazzling glimmer is really lit on the blurred statue.

So what will he do?

Du Yuan may not be able to give an answer.

Even if the answer is on the surface, for the sake of his own path, destroy the illuminated miracle with his own hands.

This is undoubtedly the best answer.

But ask the heart.

After all, there is still a little touch.

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Ratman Council.

Twelve of the most powerful rats in the Ratman Empire gathered together.

Confused, excited, uneasy, ambitious, fearful.

These expressions appeared on the faces of these twelve rats.

But there was no crossing.

Quietly waiting for the ratman on the first seat to preach.

The price of crossing has been shown directly.

Not in the overwhelming prestige, not in the cruel means in the past, but in front of him, on the table in front of him.

Thirteen bloody heads were placed on the table of the council.

This is the most direct and effective admonition.

Contain the thoughts that surge in your heart, and restraint is the most precious virtue at this time.

In the sharp and arrogant eyes of the white rat, in the unwilling expression of the head on the table.

All the twelve ratmen present lowered their heads.

Even the most unruly Rat War lowered his head obediently at this time.

There was no thought of getting into trouble.

The white rat chose the most arrogant means to make a statement at this council.

He was still not at ease with the ratmen in front of him.

The words were cold and affirmative.

The spread of blood mushrooms, this shocking fact was directly thrown out by the white rat, without much preparation, and declared straight to the point.

At this moment, even the rat priest who had a vague guess was in a stagnation.

The prelude to change was officially opened.

Just because of a piece of news.

The blood mushroom began to spread.

The feeding of blood mushrooms also supported the growth of the rats, but at the same time, it was gradually turning into a shackle.

The unique blood mushrooms firmly restrict the development of the rat people.

Rat people cannot live without blood mushrooms.

But blood mushrooms only appear in the temple of gods in the underground rat city.

This makes all power concentrated in the underground rat city, and at the same time makes all other cities except the underground rat city a joke.

If it weren't for the desire for the blessing of the gods, if it weren't for the morbid and deformed comparison of the rat priests.

Then the rat people would probably never leave the Desolate Mountains.

Rat people need sacrifices.

But war is not necessarily needed.

Unless blood mushrooms sway in every city.

Morbid vanity can be piled up with the most sincere desire and greed.

But before Du Yuan ascended to the demigod.

This process has never started, and the invisible shackles have locked all the rat people together.

Whether you are an ambitious priest, a far-sighted general, or a terrifying ambitious person.

You can only gather in the Desolate Mountains.

Gather in the small underground rat city.

At this moment, the shackles were opened.

Expansion, killing, disputes, and the harvest of blood mushrooms.

Glory, merit, desire, and the harvest of blood mushrooms!

Greed, desire, ambition, everything will be directed to war.

Everything can be obtained through killing, and everything can only be obtained through killing.

A truly twisted country is about to be born.

But not without a price.

Swaying in every rat city with blood mushrooms.

Reciting in every rat city with the glory of the gods.

The once great city will fall from status.

The power of the high priest will be diluted again.

But the white rat doesn't care.

He just made a declaration at this time in a rude and violent manner.

At this time, he made a declaration to the guys in front of him.

Even at this moment, these rats present.

These twelve rats who have stood at the top of the rat kingdom.

They don't even have the courage to look at the white rat.

However, the white mouse's behavior still made people think of the old lion for no reason.

White Rat no longer handles and decides everything calmly and indifferently as before.

He began to show his fangs and wave his claws.

Invisibly, the dark clouds that have always shrouded the rat kingdom will dissipate.

When the parliament was about to end.

White Rat dropped the parliamentary seat in his hand.

A tall rat man walked out from behind White Rat.

Obviously, she has been standing behind White Rat since the beginning of this meeting.

But her existence was not even discovered by the other rat men present.

Standing in front of White Rat

The cold red eyes swept across all the rat men present.

No rat man dared to raise his head and look at each other.

Even Rat Zhan, when facing the sudden cold red eyes.

He lowered his head.

But this was not because she had such a strong deterrent power.

It was just because he stood in front of White Rat.

The last seat in White Rat's hand fell and was handed over to the tall rat assassin in front of him.

This parliament came to an end.

For the rats, this will be an unprecedented change.

White Rat is still suppressing everything.

But is everything really going so smoothly?

The meeting is over.

At the door of the God's Temple.

Just after stepping out of the door of the temple.

Rat Zhan stopped.

In front of the door, he waited for the tall assassin who stepped out together.

The corner of his mouth curled up.

He gave a provocative and disdainful look.

Rat Zhan's judgment was not wrong. His biggest asset against White Rat has never been the titles one after another, the army under his command, or even the experience bestowed by God.

Only time.

Time is on the side of the young him.

Just wait, just lie dormant, and everything will get results.

Rat Zhan can't wait for this day to come.

Walk away.

But Rat Zhan obviously overlooked one point.

At least at this time, White Rat has not reached the final moment.

After he left.

The white rat walked out of the temple slowly.

He took in the scene just now.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

He looked in the direction where the rat war left.

The white rat had never trusted these rat people, always.

………….

In the deep abyss.

Xiaochun's devouring of the craftsman's heart had reached the last moment.

In the waving branches.

The deformed flesh and blood in the craftsman's heart completely stopped beating, shrunken, rotted, and even the basic shape could no longer be maintained.

The metal gears that made up the shell collapsed to the ground, and at the same time, they lived up to the previous faint blue light.

It completely lost all its spirituality.

Except for the misty spirituality taken away by Du Yuan, the beating craftsman's heart was plundered and digested by Xiaochun.

Xiaochun immediately showed a state as if he was full.

Along with the devouring, a subtle transformation is about to happen.

Xiaochun's branches began to shrink. Obviously, Xiaochun, who was full, did not need nutrition for the time being.

But this was not allowed by Du Yuan.

The big hand stretched out and grabbed Xiaochun.

It came from the main body in Du Yuan's divine pillar.

Du Yuan stretched out his hand and grabbed Xiaochun's main body clinging to the divine pillar.

Xiaochun, who had become lazy because of being full, became energetic at once, and the branches collapsed straight.

Du Yuan was about to put down his plan.

Some simple rules were engraved on Xiaochun's origin as rituals.

Xiaochun instinctively wanted to resist.

But after just one look, he calmly put down his resistance.

Just a few simple rules.

You can cast branches in Du Yuan's temple, and you can only cast branches in Du Yuan's temple.

You can collect the life essence of the corpse in the blood lake, but you must leave blood mushrooms in exchange.

These two rules were engraved into Xiaochun's origin as hard rules.

At the same time, Du Yuan also interfered with Xiaochun's transmission rules.

Just to achieve an effect.

To achieve a balance in the upcoming changes and waves of the rat kingdom.

Under Du Yuan's interference, all the branch temples that have been laid out will more or less become the providers of the main temple.

To put it simply.

That is, if a sacrifice is carried out at the outpost.

Then about one-fifth of the blood mushrooms harvested will not germinate in the small temple, but will gather where Xiaochun's body is entrenched, and gather in the temple of the underground rat city.

Du Yuan released the thickest chain.

But he kept a traction rope.

This will prevent the rats from falling to the worst ending and completely splitting into a pile of loose sand.

Everything is engraved.

Du Yuan let go of Xiaochun, who was like a dead snake.

The descending incarnation disappeared in this deep abyss.

After a long time, poor Xiaochun carefully climbed up the pillar and began to sleep aggrievedly.

Obviously, today, Xiaochun's shadow on Du Yuan has deepened.

Of course, as Xiaochun devoured the Craftsman's Heart.

The one that was most affected was the long claw.

He looked at the Craftsman's Heart in front of him, which had disintegrated into a ball without any spirituality, and fell into confusion.

This had a big impact on him.

He didn't quite understand.

He was only leaving for a short while.

But obviously, he could only accept the current situation.

Perhaps it was because he had been too ruthless in exploiting the Craftsman's Heart before. Even if the Craftsman's Heart completely collapsed at this time, it was not enough to immediately collapse Long Claw's research.

But he lost the opportunity to try a second time.

Standing in front of a transparent glass column.

Well, in terms of technology, Long Claw, who had inherited the Craftsman's Heart, was obviously not inferior to anyone in the Ratman Kingdom.

Nor could he be compared with those ratman priests who hurriedly started in the ruins.

The deep abyss where he was was the most technologically advanced place in the Ratman Kingdom.

Even the pure glass was made by him.

In order to carry a heart.

A huge heart soaked in scarlet blood, a heart that seemed to be beating.

Long Claw revived the dragon heart.

At this time, it was pumping, constantly extracting the blood carried in the glass column.

This was already a rather exaggerated scene.

In the rat kingdom, which had just entered the metal age and did not even understand metal smelting, and the ironware produced was generally relatively fragile.

Some people were able to revive dead hearts.

But this was not the most important research result of Long Claw.

This dragon heart was just a trigger, a lock, and a transition.

The really important things were those things climbing on the heart.

Look carefully.

You will find.

On the beating dragon heart, some golden lines were climbing.

These were the keys of Long Claw.

The keys that could bring about the transition.

The purest, most essential flesh and blood of the gods taken from the heart of the craftsman.

Since obtaining these flesh and blood.

Or, after realizing that these things were the flesh and blood of the gods.

He did not give these flesh and blood to the white rat, nor to anyone else.

Without hesitation, he began his crazy research.

He wanted to use these flesh and blood to complete the transition of life.

In order to get closer to the gods.

This is undoubtedly very..., bold?

Or, blasphemy.

As a believer of the gods, as a mortal.

This arrogant mouse wanted to move towards the gods with only the strand of flesh and blood in his hand.

But the research was not smooth. The flesh and blood of the gods was not so easy to touch, even if it was obtained from the weak heart of the craftsman.

Mortals are not enough to carry divinity. Any contact will only bring one result, pollution.

It is not that the experimental subjects are polluted by the flesh and blood of the gods, but that the flesh and blood of the gods are polluted by the experimental subjects.

Falling from status, no longer sacred, as long as the touch occurs.

The flesh and blood of the gods produced by the heart of the craftsman is not up to standard, but from another perspective, if it is not so unqualified, then the flesh and blood of the gods would not be touched by the long claws at all.

Only the hazy heart of the craftsman gave the long claws a chance.

It can even be said that the rapid decline of the craftsman's heart and the undoubted defeat in the dispute with Xiaochun were mostly due to this guy Long Claw.

He really chose the wrong rat!