Chapter 92, The Gift of the White Rat

It was unexpected that facing such a scene, the white rat not only did not interrupt.

He even repelled the temple guards who gathered around.

This ordinary white rat, who was already old and hunched, supported himself with a simple wooden stick in his hand.

He took a step.

Since Rat Zhan stopped, it was him who came.

He strode towards the Rat Zhan in front of him, who was constantly brewing with momentum, and was about to take that crucial step and become a hero.

After a short pause, he looked at Rat Zhan.

The white rat did not wait for Rat Zhan's attack, even in his undisguised humiliation.

Sarcasm and ridicule appeared on the white rat's face.

Arrogance, naked arrogance, but when all this was done by the white rat, no rat man present felt it was wrong.

Because this was indeed the white rat, and it was something that their rat priest could do.

At this moment, the matter has come to an end. The Spear of Divine Punishment in Shu Zhan's hand was taken away. When Shu Zhan was stunned and did not move, the result had already come to an end.

But it brought a solemn silence among the senior priests standing there.

Perhaps it was sympathy for the same kind?

The white rat climbed up the stairs leading to the altar, and the spear with a faint golden light was respectfully placed by the white rat next to the altar.

It became a highly worshipped divine object.

At this moment, even if Shu Zhan did not bow his head, he could only look up to the white rat.

Raising his head, looking up at the white rat standing high in front of the altar, Shu Zhan firmly grasped the battle flag in his hand.

The look in his eyes turned into a deeper haze.

The momentum that pushed him to cross the limit of mortals did not fade away. Even today, or as long as the white rat is still there, Shu Zhan will not be able to become the real protagonist in the rat kingdom.

Whispering in a low voice.

"You won't always be here, White Rat."

Looking at the white rat in front of him that he could never cross.

Waving the battle flag, as if nothing had happened, Rat War led the rat warlord and his personal guards to retreat and merge into the senior priests standing there.

But no one noticed that at this time, Rat War had already completed his transformation in an obscure way.

He was already a hero.

The grand sacrifice continued.

One by one, the sacrifices were pushed onto the altar, their heads were cut off and pushed into the blood lake, and devout prayers accompanied the wailing of the sacrifices, but these were not the main points.

When a slate engraved with dense patterns was carefully delivered by a large number of temple guards.

It was taken over by the white rat in front of the altar.

At this moment, the sacrifice reached its climax!

The arrogant and arrogant white rat knelt down devoutly at this moment, raised his hands high, and almost trembled, trying to raise the slate in his hands high.

No other ratman would take this matter more seriously than him, as he had lost his glory for too long.

The emerging rat war, the long claws chosen by the gods, or the wild boars rampaging in the lush forests, none of these would scare him.

The only thing he feared was that the gods would no longer be willing to look at him!

There were no words on this small slate, but the exquisite patterns engraved almost everything that he wanted to express.

On the entire slate, almost everything engraved was what he would offer to the gods as a member of the thirteen ratmen, what he would do for the gods, and how he would dedicate himself.

Among them, there was nothing that the gods wanted to do.

The gods had never made any promises to the ratmen, but the white rat regarded the entire ratman clan as lowly sand and prayed for the gods to accept it.

Fanatic shouting.

"Great God! I will present you with the stone tablet and the contract!"

The senior priests at the top of the Rat Empire also knelt down together at this moment.

At this moment, these old rat people are almost the same as the young guys outside the temple.

There is just no fanatical shouting.

Silent, like a group of children nervously waiting for praise.

Among them, the white rat holding the stone tablet high is the most nervous, fearful and uneasy.

Waiting for the gaze of the gods.

And this time, Du Yuan did not let the white rat wait bitterly, or what they didn't know was that Du Yuan had come to the clan world for this sacrifice a long time ago.

The preparations of the white rat, the young rat priests who gathered, the kneeling big claw priests, the slave rats, the confrontation and dispute between the rat war and the white rat, and the scene of the promotion to hero, were all seen by Du Yuan.

But Du Yuan did not change anything.

The endless power of faith appeared along with the praying ratmen, and turned into a wave that continuously surged towards Du Yuan.

Du Yuan was no longer like when he was just anchored, unable to withstand the surge of huge power of faith.

He easily swallowed the power of faith that turned into waves, but Du Yuan had already thought about what to do with it on a whim.

But before that, he needed to show up a little.

In a beam of soft golden light that appeared out of thin air, the stone tablet in the white mouse's hand disappeared instantly.

After a short pause, the uncontrollable ecstasy surged in the white mouse.

He finally, he finally, he finally got the response of the gods again.

Kneeling on the ground, but the joy kept coming, but why did the tears flow out first?

The white mouse started to cry loudly on the altar without any signs.

What made people feel funny was that even though the tears kept pouring out of his eyes, even in the howling, the old white mouse still carefully wiped away the tears dripping from his eyes, not letting a single drop fall on the altar of the god in front of him.

He wiped the tears from his eyes alternately with his two hands, crying and laughing.

Even Du Yuan shook his head with a bit of amusement when he saw this scene.

The white rat was indeed the most devout ratman in the ratman kingdom.

He thought about it.

A soft light fell on the white rat that was crying and laughing in front of the altar.

This was Du Yuan's special reward, although he didn't know if the white rat would be satisfied.

In the soft light, there was neither the blessing of power nor the rushing knowledge.

Only in the light, there was suddenly a disturbed wind, like a pair of big hands gently patting the white rat's head.

But this was the best for the white rat.

He stared blankly at the direction where the light fell.

This was the best gift, this must be the best gift!

When the light faded, the white rat had recovered from the crying and laughing loss of composure, and returned to the serious look again.

Everything that just appeared seemed like an illusion.

It was obvious that no ratman would be so blind as to tease the white rat's misbehavior, and probably would not have any intention to tease it.

Even if the white rat misbehaved, so what.

That light represented the gift of God. If misbehavior meant receiving the gift of God, then what was the point of throwing a tantrum.

Unconcealed envy appeared on the faces of all the ratman priests present.

They bowed their heads and prayed devoutly.

The white rat felt that he had received the best.

But the gifts given by God to the ratman were not over yet.