Chapter 210, True Believer

The last Centaur Knight was cut open by a temple guard with a sacrificial tool like a hook. Half of his body bones were removed. He was not dead, but wailed in pain.

But such torture did not bring joy to the temple guard.

The more delicate the movements in his hands, the more panicked his expression was.

A mistake, when removing the ribs, the hook pierced the heart of the Centaur Knight.

At this moment, the face of this powerful knight running across the vast grassland showed a sense of relief, at the moment of death.

Blood spurted out, splashing the face of the temple knight, dazed, panicked, and angry, boundless anger, the hook in his hand fell, pulling out the cut heart.

Pulling, with a sharp scream, the angry temple guard pulled the heart in his hand vigorously, and the connection between the heart and the corpse had not been cut off.

With great force, he pulled the corpse up, and then he fell to the ground. When he got up again, the silver armor of the temple guard was stained with blood.

He frantically tore the corpse of the centaur warrior in front of him, like an incompetent and furious madman, but suddenly, this madness suddenly changed.

The transition from madness to panic took only a moment, and he knelt on the ground, as if praying for something.

But there was no response.

He raised the twisted heart in his hand high.

He knelt devoutly on this scarlet grassland.

The piles of corpses did not bring joy, and this victory that did not take much effort did not bring glory.

The temple guards did not suffer a huge loss. There were only 9,500 people left in the team of 10,000, with a casualty ratio of almost 200 to 1.

Not long after, the white rat officially came to this grassland.

This is the first time that the white rat has left the Desolate Mountains in such a long time.

This news was passed to this grassland early, and both the temple guards and the rat lords were ready.

Among the guys who could decide the fate of this grassland, only Rat War did not arrive because he was busy with the war.

When facing the white rat, the rat lords put aside their grudges, gathered together as they did before, and stood quietly in front of the white rat.

However, the distance between them and the hidden defense clearly showed the unsuppressible contradictions of these guys.

Even standing in front of the white rat, this contradiction could not be put down, even if it was only temporarily.

The white rat was the teacher of all the rat priests, but for the rats, such feelings were really not worth mentioning.

Then there were the temple guards.

The leader of the temple guards did not take off his helmet, and stood in front of the white rat with a group of silent subordinates who dared not look up.

The white rat's sight passed him and the temple guards behind him.

At this moment, the leader of the temple guards really lowered his head, with a little more sadness.

The white rat looked at the temple outside the grassland city, the temple of the great god. Under the management of the temple guards, each temple of the god was so exquisite.

In silence, he stared at the temple of the great god.

After this shocking blasphemy, as the high priest, he should kneel before the god.

He retracted his gaze, but he was a little more afraid. This should not be the case. His faith is still so pious.

Like a child who has done something wrong, or a child who wants to leave a good impression in front of his parents.

Time is running out. When the construction of the dazzling yellow statue began, he had expectations, but he made a mistake he had made before.

The greatness of the gods does not need such things to show.

But why, why does he still have expectations?

He will offer war to the gods and reach all places that the rat people can reach but cannot reach.

In the end, the white rat still did not step into the temple in front of the grassland city.

In front of the ruins.

A large number of ratmen have blocked everything in this area. The tortured centaurs were hung high by the ratmen. Most of them were dead, but some skilled temple guards still left some guys alive.

Even if their bones were removed and their skin and flesh were peeled off, they were still alive. They only needed to use some blood mushrooms. Being hung high, such torture did not last long. The blood mushrooms and pain had destroyed the minds of these guys, and they could no longer be considered truly alive.

Instinctive and mechanical wailing.

This centaur army was not the only one who had to pay the price.

In fact, the remaining ratmen in this city were also captured at the first time, but it was not enough. All the ratmen in this area were brought here. All the ratmen active in this area during the time when the temple of the gods was breached would be offered as part of the price.

Accurate screening is impossible, but in order to avoid missing any ratmen to be sacrificed, the temple guards drew the circle twice as large.

It covers one-fifth of the area of ​​the Four Seasons Pasture. All the ratmen active in this area must die, regardless of whether the guys included in this circle are innocent or not. Those who did not come to rescue the temple of the great god deserve to die.

But it is not enough, and it is still not enough.

The ratman lord of the ratman city closest to this city was pressed over by the temple guards. In front of the white rat, this guy did not even dare to use magic to resist, cry, and beg, but it was useless. The white rat did not even look at him.

Collapsed into a ball, this ratman lord will also be offered as today's sacrifice, as the final sacrifice.

This is an undisguised persecution and involvement, but the temple guards did not hide their intention to do so.

Countless ratmen were driven to the ruins in wailing.

The bloody butcher knife was also waved towards himself.

Such a scene shocked the grassland gods who were watching all this.

Grand sacrifice.

This was a grand sacrifice, and it was impossible to count how many lives had been sacrificed. There were 100,000 Centaurs as the base, and countless Skavens as the supplement.

But it was not over yet. White Rat issued a killing order to Rat War in his own name, not in the name of the Skaven Council, targeting the Centaurs as a race.

The temple guards were the same. They also offered a bounty. Regardless of age, dead or alive, a Centaur could be exchanged for 500 blood mushrooms here.

All Centaurs, alive or dead, would be piled up here. If there were many Centaurs, they would be piled up into a mountain. If there were few Centaurs, they would be piled up into a mound.

A dazzling blood-colored aura appeared in this bloody sacrificial ceremony. This turbid and strong blood-colored aura spread towards Du Yuan in the sky.

The gods of the grasslands were terrified and avoided the blood-colored aura. Not everyone had made up their minds to run wildly on the cruel evil god's road, and not everyone was ready to be entangled by the whispers of all living beings.

Du Yuan did not avoid it. The glaring scarlet did not even change the blood color around him. The indelible resentment wanted to infect Du Yuan's body. The mottled flames rose from the cracks of his arms, sweeping away all the resentment that was overflowing.

Resentment is just a kind of emotion. How can it withstand the burning of the mottled fire of desire?

In the grand sacrifice.

The old white rat knelt down in front of the ruins of the temple. Behind him, the great god had never responded.

This kneeling lasted for a day and a night.

Du Yuan knew that the white rat was kneeling there at this time, but he couldn't even take a second look.

Pairs of malicious eyes stared at him from all angles, and the malicious sight almost obscured everything in front of him.

The evil god should be ruthless.

There was a hint of sadness in Bai Shu's eyes. How familiar this sadness was, as if he had seen it on another ratman not long ago.

What a similar sadness.

The grand sacrifice was over, and the destroyed ratman city was not rebuilt, but there was a fortress next to him.

A group of temple guards stayed here, as if they wanted to guard the ruins for a long time, and also to make up for their own negligence.

This was not an easy decision, and this long time might be a lifetime for them.

Wandering around the ruins for a lifetime.

But they still stayed, the temple guards were indeed pious.

Bai Shu did not stay in the ruins for long, and left sadly. The underground rat city still needed him to sit in charge, and he had many things to deal with.

He had to ensure the smooth progress of this war, which was the only thing he could offer to the gods.

Bai Shu always felt that he could give less to the gods. If only he could give more, if only he could give more.

But he could not give much.

He did not stop because of the possible gift from the gods when the war ended.

Bai Shu was a truly devout believer, a fanatical and devout believer.

He did not desire to get anything from the great gods, but he really wanted to give more to the gods.

The war was still going on, and the temple guards learned the lesson.

They still did not directly join the war, but gathered in the depths of the grassland. A solid fortress was built by them in the rear of the war. They would defend the rear and never let what happened today happen again.

Relying on the fortress built by the temple guards, a new logistics route was also born.

The underground tunnel had its own advantages, but the underground tunnel dug in a hurry was too narrow after all.

Even though the rats were constantly widening it, it was still too crowded for the huge support force gathered from the rear.