Chapter 242, Distorted Technology Tree

Graystone came to this city, this city that is always mentioned by ratmen, this sacred city.

Carrying the roll of leather, he was dusty, embarrassed, and exhausted. Along the way, in many cities along the way, many ratmen wanted to join this journey. Some of them waved the blood mushrooms in their hands, and some were weak and skinny, begging, begging the leader of the big claw priest.

The weak and skinny ones are often the more devout believers of the god, and they beg hard just to go to that place, that city.

More and more ratmen were born in rat cities, but more and more ratmen were getting farther and farther away from there.

Ratmen have no epics, and ratmen do not record history, but ratmen all know that city. The underground rat city did not continue to decline as everyone imagined, and no ratman expected this scene.

The rat priests did not expect it, the rat war did not expect it, the temple guards did not expect it, and even the white rat did not expect it.

With the emergence of rat cities, more and more breeding houses, the rats gradually began to share the functions that originally belonged to the underground rat city in the disorderly expansion, but this did not let this city, the first city built by the rats, decline.

On the contrary, it was lifted up high, lifted up high, became sacred, and became beautiful.

But is it really more different from other rat cities?

No.

Rat cities are nothing more than that, messy underground tunnels, or regular underground tunnels, in short, they are all repetitive scenery.

They are all those dim and narrow underground tunnels.

But why, why is the underground rat city lifted up high.

Along the way, Gray Stone witnessed countless fallen rats, kneeling in the direction of the underground rat city.

In fact, the reason is very simple.

The reason is really very simple.

Take the guy Rat War as an example. Even if Rat War is not pious, even if Rat War despises those cowardly priests, even if this guy is so unruly, if one day he really wants to step on the highest position, let him choose a place to climb to the top, that place will not be anything else, it must be the underground rat city, it must be the temple of the gods in the underground rat city.

This is certain, there is no more reason, it must be the underground rat city, because among all the rat cities, only it is sacred, only it can carry the most supreme imagination.

When the gods are there, the underground rat city is just an important city. When the gods gradually go away, the underground rat city jumps up and becomes a sacred and glorious city that carries everything.

Devout and fanatical believers always want to touch the gods, even if they feel that they are touching the gods in a self-touching way.

The rat people's faith is not pure enough, but the rat people's faith is extreme enough.

This road has become a road of corpses. Countless rat people kowtow on this road, die of hunger, die of weakness, and die of many things.

Don't look at the rats who have become the overlords of this area, but for the entire rat group, the individual, scattered rats have always been the most humble existence.

A skinny wild dog can kill a lone rat.

Perhaps it is from the indulgence of those caravans, they created the dangers along the way, and these big claw priests, who are messengers of God, wantonly fiddled with the lives of these pious rats.

If this road is not dangerous, if this road is not difficult, then who would use blood mushrooms to buy the precious quota?

A road of faith full of filth, a faith full of filth.

Huishi finally arrived at the underground rat city and walked through this thorny pilgrimage road.

In a hidden corner, he witnessed the transaction between the big claw priest and the remaining scaly heretics in the wetland. The rats that fell behind the caravan were dragged into the depths of the swamp in the dark night. He also witnessed that when darkness fell, during the lightless day, the scaly heretics tore up the contract and held high the flag depicting the red heretic pattern to attack the caravan.

In the chaos, he drew his sword, and all the turmoil subsided. Two more hideous heretic corpses appeared in front of him. The big claw priest, who was particularly embarrassed in the attack, changed his eyes and gave a large amount of blood mushrooms to buy the heretic's corpse.

Now he stepped into this city, with many ideas, but he was so slow that he couldn't speak.

This great city seemed to be no different, and the sacred temple was so far away. From a distance, he knelt down and no longer moved. That was the method told to him by an old ratman.

Kneeling down in the temple of the great god and praying devoutly, one can become a ratman priest, a high and mighty ratman priest.

But the next day, the old ratman who taught him this method died while kneeling.

The dead old ratman raised his head high, so unwilling, so unwilling.

At the same time, not far away, a young ratman laughed almost crazy again.

Cheered loudly.

"I'm done, I'm a priest, I'm a priest!"

Dancing crazily, the ratman around him was afraid, and the humble look seemed to be completely different from the two at this moment.

The stunned Huishi just watched all this silently.

At this moment, he seemed to have a lot to say, but he was stunned and couldn't say anything.

He continued to kneel down silently, towards the temple of the great god, towards the great palace.

Day by day, new rat pilgrims came here, old rat pilgrims died, some rats danced crazily, whether they succeeded or not, and some rats died in silence with unwillingness.

Huishi held the rolled leather in his hand tighter and tighter. As time passed, he held it tighter and tighter. For the first time, he was a little hesitant. This stunned guy was a little hesitant.

As time passed, day by day, he didn't stand up again, gradually became weak, gradually became thin, became uneasy, and became irritable.

He seemed unable to complete the task entrusted to him by the long-haired rat. He felt that he could not become a rat priest.

On the seventh day, Huishi stood up, his body swaying.

He left in despair, he left here in despair, he still didn't figure it out, he had too many things he didn't figure out.

But he couldn't say it, he couldn't say it.

He held the leather in his hand tightly, turned away from these fanatical pilgrims, turned away from the distant and unclear temple of the gods.

He looked so lost and hesitant.

Behind him.

Another crazy voice sounded.

"I did it! I did it!"

………….

Sheng Qi landed a camp, a camp in this new world, he had to start from scratch, after the lightless day, he lost his goal, deviated from the route, and couldn't find the way back.

It's not that there is no gain, he got a vague sea chart, which was obtained on a human warship.

The human warship with a big hole in the bottom of the ship did not escape because of the slowdown. It was caught up by the ratman's bathtub warship. After throwing several rounds of crossbows again, the warship was completely stabbed into a hornet's nest. The humans on it abandoned the warship, slid the boat, and ran towards other human warships. This human warship was also formally captured by the rats.

The sea chart was obtained on this human warship. Sheng Qi was frowning and looking at the sea chart in his hand, standing on a reef on the shore.

Don't underestimate the rats. Their wisdom is not low, especially those guys who are capable of becoming generals and priests.

This strange thing in his hand is not difficult to understand, but Sheng Qi is not particularly difficult to understand the symbols on the map. The seriously biased ratman empire has not really created the text until now, which has brought a great burden to the operation of the ratman empire.

But their civilization level has long reached the level of being able to understand the concept of text.

The Claw Priests began to carve and record the metal ratios they had explored on the stone walls a long time ago. The war priests would also engrave complex structures on leather, and even a set of standard drawing specifications were sorted out by the Rat Priests.

Not only that, business, calendar, mathematics, aesthetics, engineering, and a series of things are developing at a very fast speed, but a strange, very strange situation has occurred. The rats are indifferent to the basic things in the basics of writing. Whether it is mobilization or the transmission of information, it is still in a backward situation where one rat calls another rat, and this rat tells another rat.

Obviously, there is only a layer of window paper between them, but no rat really breaks it.

On the reef, Sheng Qi understood the sea map, climbed a cliff, and determined his position through an island reef group.

He nodded with satisfaction, and then there was nothing else. He had no interest in the strange patterns engraved on this line of sea charts by humans. They were nothing more than the patterns of some heretical gods, and they were not beautiful enough, not complex enough, and not smooth enough.

Using such divine patterns, it is estimated that the heretical god would not be a powerful guy.

This guy who just breathed a sigh of relief from the skin and bones even had a bit more arrogance.

This arrogant state is possessed by many rat people.

Although this arrogance also made the rat people miss a lot of things, Sheng Qi would not know that the power contained in these things that he disdained was a powerful force that was enough to change many things.

It was even enough to make the high and mighty gods give gifts.

He missed the precious gift in his arrogance.

Well, this may be the reason why the rat people always failed to pierce through this layer of window paper. In many times, they missed some changes because of their arrogance.

But for them, this mentality is not strange. After all, until now, they are all winners, and victory is everything. They don't care about anything of the losers.

I don't know when the cowardly rat people generally have such a mentality, but this attitude is very similar to that of the guy Rat War.

As the protagonists of each race, the heroes' actions seem to really affect the future, path, and choice of this race.

On the coast, the big claw priests gathered in front of the human warship captured by the rat people and pointed and talked.

After a review, they gave a very unified opinion: not beautiful enough, not complex enough, not powerful enough, not as good as their own design, in short, nothing.

The big-clawed priests shook their heads in front of the warship. I don’t know how these guys who tinkered with the bathtub warship can have such a big face.

Even though the development of technology has a lot of branches, in the line of warships, the bathtub warship is also a complete freak, a design that should never be used.

But it was tinkered with by this group of unreliable guys.

It can be said that most of the torture that Sheng Qi suffered along the way was because of this damn thing that these guys tinkered with.

But what is very helpless is that at least in marine technology, this group of unreliable guys still occupy the absolute right to speak in the Ratman Empire. In the entire Ratman Empire, only Sheng Qi’s Western Expeditionary Force will go to sea.

And the technology responsible for the Western Expeditionary Force is just this group of big-clawed priests who believe in the spirit of ore.

It can be predicted that the style of the rats’ warships will soar all the way in the style of the bathtub warship.

It cannot be said to be a good thing, or it is not a good thing at all.

But it should not be reversed for the time being.

………….

The three scales were carefully sent out of the desolate mountains.

They were sent to the vast grassland, to the metal road that was cast, and finally to the new world, to the hands of Shu Zhan.

This was something that Long Claw offered to White Rat. Long Claw, who had regained his sanity, immediately came to White Rat and bowed his head. He was not as arrogant as Shu Zhan, or even Shu Zhan, the arrogant guy, had to bow his head in front of White Rat.

These three scales were sent as a bargaining chip to prove their worth.

He waited anxiously for White Rat's response. White Rat did not hang him or send him to the altar. His playful eyes fell on the tense Long Claw.

Even though Long Claw had initially completed the jump, he was still afraid in front of White Rat, and his body trembled unconsciously. White Rat did not hide his aging, but his momentum became stronger and stronger with aging, and it was more and more oppressive.

White Rat accepted the chips offered by Long Claw. Long Claw was very smart. He knew who was the most prominent troublemaker in the Rat Empire. He gave away the scales because he and Rat Zhan had a grudge.

Among the three scales, two were ordinary and one was deep and dark.

Long Claw believed that Rat Zhan would not refuse this gift. This was a real gift and real power. Even if he did not accept it, after White Rat gave it away, Rat Zhan would use it. He would definitely use it.

At that time, no matter what the situation was, his research would continue. Relying on Rat Zhan, Rat Zhan was the best material and the perfect ladder in the Rat Empire. No matter what changes these abandoned scales of God would bring to Rat Zhan.

They would all become his ladder, because the real seed, the real heart of God was firmly held in his hands, and it would only be his.

When returning to the abyss, Long Claw's face was covered with an unconscious hideous smile. Of course, this was not surprising. He was already a madman.

By the way, in addition to these three scales, Long Claws also gave another thing, the master version of the Skinning Giant Rat, which was also among the things given away. However, compared to these three abandoned scales of God, the master version of the Skinning Giant Rat was nothing.