Chapter 196, Du Yuan's Gift and Favor, the Departure of the Half-Elf God

With the death of the last half-elf warrior, the feud between the ratmen and the half-elves ended.

This area was completely cleared by the ratmen.

Although it is not known whether there are still half-elves in this world, the half-elves in this rolling hills have been completely slaughtered by the ratmen.

Large pieces of black burnt brown were smeared on this hill that once had mountains and forests, with bare rocks and dead silence in sight.

The traces of the existence of the half-elves and the mountains and forests they depended on were burned clean by the ratmen, leaving only the tall sacred oak tree.

However, this once dazzling golden sacred oak tree is now also about to reach the end of its life.

Pollution, distortion, twisting, with Sheng Qi's investment at all costs, this huge oak tree is also dying, the mottled scarlet spreads in the wriggling, and the twisted tentacles are born relying on the scarlet.

This oak tree is also alive, even though it is so huge.

Du Yuan is executing the god of the half-elves.

Even at this moment, the goddess was still begging, unwilling to leave, unwilling to give up the status of the god.

But Du Yuan was indifferent to this. He had his own secrets, and he was already regarded as a crazy evil god.

He could feel the gazes from all sides, which were the gazes from other demigods.

If he was not crazy enough, if he showed weakness, then the deterrence would also fail. It was not without a price that Du Yuan overwhelmed the half-elf god. If he showed weakness at this time, he would also exist as prey.

One of Du Yuan's hands had completely collapsed, and the essence of the god was revealed, a complex red light, which was mixed with many things.

But most of them were various kinds of red, representing the red of blood, the turbid scarlet of killing, the dark red of endless resentment, as if the burning flame was mixed with various turbid colors of vermilion.

These reds represent the source of Du Yuan's power. He is an out-and-out evil god. Almost no one would doubt this. The complex light mixed with various reds has reached a level that makes people feel uncomfortable just by looking at it.

As Du Yuan invested his power, the turbid red color rose up and turned into a mottled red flame, engulfing the half-elf goddess.

The goddess who was pressed down by Du Yuan screamed in despair.

But even so, she was still begging, kneeling in front of Du Yuan, facing Du Yuan's indifferent expression, begging bitterly.

As the flames rose, the spirituality of the half-elf goddess began to weaken, becoming more and more unstable in the burning of the mottled flames, and showing signs of collapse.

Her believers have all been destroyed, without anchors, and with the collapse of her spirituality, her path will also be cut off.

At this time, a little guy appeared, and took the initiative to break into the mottled flames raised by Du Yuan as if seeking death.

It was the spirituality of the sacred oak tree. The half-elf goddess did plant a true tree of gods, which was born with a sacred light and possessed a little divinity, even if this divinity was not strong.

But it gave the sacred oak tree the qualification to touch the gods.

Even if it was polluted by the ratmen, it was not without a chance to survive, and it might even go one step further. After all, the essence of life pollution was the disorder caused by the mottled and chaotic essence of life.

And the original source of the essence of life was the world tree worshipped by the elves.

But at this time, he took the initiative to jump into the mottled flames ignited by Du Yuan. The golden light melted in the flames, and the little guy showed a big smile to the half-elf god in the flames.

"I'm here, my god, I'm not afraid!

I will definitely protect you this time, for sure!"

This didn't work. Du Yuan's power overwhelmed the half-elf goddess, even though the spirit of the sacred oak tree took the initiative to burn its spirituality to give the half-elf goddess the last shelter.

The half-elf deity stopped begging and looked at the sacred oak spirit that had set her death on fire.

She was stunned, as if she had not expected such a thing to happen.

But her movements did not change.

A tear fell, and she knelt down in front of Du Yuan.

"Please! Let me go!

Please! Let me go!"

The little guy really died in vain, and did not change the fate of the half-elf goddess.

In Du Yuan's indifferent expression, the half-elf goddess's body shattered into green spots all over the sky. In the mottled flames, the diffuse green spots were all taken back by Du Yuan, and a crystal green crystal appeared in Du Yuan's hand.

The half-elf goddess left the stage.

Holding the crystal green crystal in his hand, this was the remnant of the half-elf goddess. Whether it was the law, faith, priesthood, divine arts or more, at the moment of leaving the stage, it was shattered, broken into pieces, and was collected by Du Yuan, and gathered into the green crystal in his hand.

Du Yuan did not leave immediately, still standing on the top of the oak tree, but the prying eyes around him were gradually receding, in that deep fear.

Du Yuan was thinking about one thing.

When he was about to die, would Xiaochun come to save him?

Desolate Mountains.

Du Yuan looked at Xiaochun, who was sleeping soundly on the sacred pillar. Well, the answer to this question no longer needed to be over-explored.

He did not fall asleep immediately, and took out the emerald green crystal.

This crystal, which was formed by the collapse of everything of a demigod, is a good thing and has many uses.

One is to devour it by oneself. This way, not only can the damage on the body of the god be repaired very quickly, but if Du Yuan wants, he may be able to sort out the duties of the half-elf goddess by spending some time and energy.

The second is to throw it to Xiaochun. Xiaochun will definitely absorb this green crystal more smoothly and thoroughly than Du Yuan.

These two choices have their pros and cons. One is to focus on the present. Only after the body of the god is restored can Du Yuan cope with the next battle of gods. Even if there will be some loss and waste, it is the safest.

The other is to look to the future. Xiaochun's strength can bring greater help to Du Yuan.

Du Yuan stared at the green crystal in his hand.

But unexpectedly, he neither chose one nor two. In the rising mottled flames, Du Yuan crushed the green crystal in his hand.

As a god, Du Yuan sometimes responds to the wishes of believers.

The shattered green crystals turned into a breeze, starting from the desolate mountains and blowing towards the entire rat kingdom.

At this moment, almost all rats felt this warm breeze, but this moment was too short, like an illusion.

The changes brought about were real, although this change was also difficult to detect.

Du Yuan used the legacy of a life demigod to pull up the gradually deteriorating rat bloodline.

Du Yuan used the legacy of a life demigod to reopen a possibility for those defective rats.

Du Yuan used the legacy of a life demigod to give his believers and all the rats equal blessings.

The rats' physique became stronger.

This was not an obvious blessing, but it was truly a gift from Du Yuan.

Du Yuan was not a generous god, and he would not necessarily listen to the prayers of his believers.

Turning his head, a tiny golden light flashed in the burning mottled flames.

Is he really a qualified god?

After doing all this, Du Yuan felt even more tired, returned to the sacred pillar, and fell asleep again.

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This golden oak tree is dead.

The leaves on the treetop have begun to fall, and a golden leaf fell in front of Sheng Qi, who picked it up.

It's a bit strange.

Will this strange tree still drop leaves?

He had never seen it before when he used the catapult to bombard it so many times?

He scratched his head and didn't pay too much attention. By the way, he suddenly felt very comfortable just now, and it seemed that his body was a little more flexible.

He wanted to stretch his body, but it affected his injury, and he grimaced in pain.

In the pain, Sheng Qi gave up thinking.

"Forget it, don't think so much, there are so many strange things today."

He limped away. The war was over, but the complicated matters were not over yet, such as cleaning up the battlefield, recycling weapons, and exploring resources.

After leaving the group of wealthy senior rat priests, Sheng Qi had to start calculating carefully.

The most important thing now is to complete the deal.

But he shouldn't have to worry about it, because the buyers often come uninvited.

Thinking of this, the limping Sheng Qi cast his sights on the heretic temple not far away, which still had a hazy light.

Even if he had made up his mind to sell the sacrifice early, he felt that a huge amount of blood mushrooms was more suitable for him now than the gift of the gods.

After all, such opportunities will not always be there. If he misses it, he will never be able to catch the Western Expeditionary Army back in his hands.

But he couldn't help but hesitate, after all, it was a gift from the great gods.

Looking at the heretic temple located on the top of the sacred oak tree in the distance, he forcibly retracted his sight.

There will be no second chance like this now.

He must catch the Western Expeditionary Army back in his hands again.

In order to become a big man.

Sheng Qi stood on the crown of the sacred oak tree, looking at the rat warriors busy coming and going under him, looking at the huge army in front of him, and telling himself this seriously in his heart.

The Western Expeditionary Force is his bargaining chip. Only by holding these chips can he be qualified to climb up and become a real big man.

For this, he is even willing to give up the gift of the gods.

The buyers who bought this sacrifice arrived. A team of temple guards arrived at the rolling hills and came to the top of the tall sacred oak tree.

At the same time, this team of temple guards also brought a batch of blood mushrooms, a batch of extremely rich, extremely rich blood mushrooms. When Sheng Qi saw this batch of blood mushrooms, his eyes widened and his breathing became a little faster.

There are too many blood mushrooms, even more than agreed.

When seeing this batch of blood mushrooms, those surging ideas were abandoned and disappeared. Sheng Qi, who had dealt with many senior rat priests, understood what this batch of blood mushrooms represented, or what the guy who could give this batch of blood mushrooms represented.

Honestly, to be honest, Sheng Qi had the idea of ​​robbing the thief, as long as the blood mushrooms given by the other side were not as many as agreed.

The leader of the temple guards left the team and came to Sheng Qi.

The visor of the helmet was pulled open, revealing a glimpse of white.

"It's a pleasure to cooperate with you, Commander Sheng Qi!"

Sheng Qi's expression changed a little after seeing the glimpse of white.

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A grand sacrifice is about to begin. The temple of the heretic god is pushed down and trampled by the rats. A delicate altar is carried up by a team of temple guards and falls on the ruins of the temple of the heretic god.

And not only that, compared with the rat war, even compared with Sheng Qi, the priest of the rats, the sacrificial ceremony of the temple guards is too particular.

Not only the exquisitely carved altar, the pillars of the gods are not dropped, and yes, there is also the giant bell. The temple guards forcibly carried a heavy giant bell to the heretic temple at the treetop.

And unlike those rat priests, the giant bell carried by the temple guards is even larger and more delicate.

The temple guards completed the installation of the giant bell in a busy manner. At the same time, a professional rat craftsman also began to test the sound of the giant bell. If the sound is not right, he will carefully polish the inner wall of the giant bell, and polish it carefully until the sound is finally calibrated.

The clear and bright sound of the giant bell when struck was at least 90% similar to the sound of the cold soul giant bell in the desolate mountains.

Sheng Qi's mouth widened when he saw this.

Even though he had been with the extravagant senior priests for a while, he had never seen such a posture. Compared with these temple guards, those senior rat priests were only a small witch compared to the big witch in the ceremony and sacrifice.

If most rat people are very concerned about the affairs related to the gods and spare no effort, then the temple guards are definitely the most extreme group of guys.

Pieces of white stone bricks with carved patterns were carried by the temple guards one by one, and they were laid on the ground around the altar with concentration and seriousness, and the patterns were aligned.

In a very short time, these temple guards built an open-air temple on the ruins of the heretic god's temple.

But even if they have achieved this, these temple guards still seem to be a little dissatisfied.

This environment is much better than Shengqi's. As for the rat war, it is not even qualified for comparison.

At the moment of light and night, at this moment, the cold soul bell in the underground rat city rang on time.

On the top of the sacred oak tree in the rolling hills, a temple guard hit the replica giant bell heavily at this time.

In the clear and crisp bell sound, this grand sacrifice is about to begin.