Chapter 226, Steel Builds Roads, Bones Build Bells

What happened on the corridor of the continent spread to all corners of the Rat Empire.

Many rats wanted to kill Rat War.

On the grassland, the group of rat lords had some crooked thoughts. Of course, it was not far-sighted to do such a thing at such a juncture, but many things had nothing to do with foresight or not, they were just overwhelmed by hatred.

It was just that not all the rats were like this, and without too much weighing and thinking, the temple guards began to surge.

A smooth road was opened by them, and a large army was gathered. The movements of the rat lords were also suppressed by them.

Of course, the temple guards also didn't like Rat War very much. Their positive actions had nothing to do with foresight and the overall situation. It was just that the leader of the temple guards tried his best to give an excellent answer.

Soon after the leader of the temple guards gathered a mighty team and set off.

A piece of news spread across this vast grassland, that a ratman lord had died strangely in the center of the city he commanded.

A ratman lord who was planning to use some tricks died strangely in the center of the city he commanded.

When the temple guards arrived at the place where the flying star fell, they encountered a problem.

This young strait has been occupied by fishmen and nagas. These marine races lurk under the water and watch the increasing number of ratmen on the shore with dangerous eyes.

The temple guards were not shaken by this terrifying deep pit.

Naturally, they would not be moved by these guys in the ocean.

They stepped into this sea area without any hesitation and fought with the entrenched naga and fishmen.

A total of 15,000 temple guards arrived at this strait, and all stepped into the strait to fight with these naga.

The killing lasted for three days in this ocean. The temple guards were even better. They broke through the blockade of the Nagas and the fishmen, frightened them, and returned this sea area to its original peace and silence.

But all this came at a price. After this bloody battle, only 10,231 of the 15,000 temple guards were left.

In that grand and cruel battle, the temple guards only lost more than 1,500. But at this time, these powerful warriors, in just three days, in this small strait, the number of temple guards who died far exceeded the total number of that long battle.

In order to declare their piety, and to show their attitude to the high priest sitting in the desolate mountains.

It is very difficult to declare one's piety in the rat kingdom. To die for the gods, many pious rats can do it without hesitation.

Even if they die for faith, they can no longer show anything and become far from enough.

You need to be able to do more, that is the real piety.

Take Rat War for example.

Rat War is not pious, not pious enough, but the sacrifices and offerings he made are too dazzling.

Even when the senior rat priests still had the right to speak, they could not label Rat War as disrespectful to God. It's not that they don't want to, but they can't do it.

I have devoted myself to God, and I have devoted so much. What qualifications do you have to discuss me?

This is of course a fallacy, but the rats regard it as fine wine. A most pious slave rat believer who can offer everything to God is far inferior to a rat warrior who has just realized his faith but can offer sacrifices to the great God.

The rats don't think there is anything wrong with this logic. Their formalism is very serious, especially on the solemn issue of God.

Even the temple guards are not immune. They are proving their beliefs, fighting against the enemies of God in this dangerous place that has just been hit by heretical gods, even if it is not worth it.

He did not flinch either, and killed the group of Nagas and fishmen so that they dared not approach this sea area, and landed on the opposite continent.

He was wet all over, and his wounds were swollen and festering because of long-term soaking in sea water. He was extremely tired in the continuous battles, but he knelt down devoutly and prayed to the great god.

Behind him, countless corpses were floating in the sea, including ratmen, but most of them were Nagas and fishmen.

Further back, a series of crossbow carts and huge catapults had been pushed over by the big claw priests.

This was not a suitable exchange ratio, but it was perfect for showing his piety.

The temple guards stationed here were not afraid of the attacks of the heretic gods, and they were also recognized by the white rat.

Not long after, the Nagas made a comeback again. This time, a group of elderly sea priests were mobilized, and huge waves were rolled up to clean up the piled corpses in this bay.

This also made the sea area dangerous again. The temple guards did not go into the sea to fight again. Instead, a series of ferocious crossbow carts were pushed onto the coast.

A series of terrifying huge catapults began to operate.

Two fortresses were built on both sides of this strait. It was obvious that the rats would not stop because of such a simple trouble.

Using a clumsy method, they began to fill the pit created by the flying star. The corpses, stones, and soil did not work very well. The sea priests of the Naga clan were constantly stirring up the waves.

Finally, the rats built furnaces one after another.

The rats began to pour molten iron into the strait.

A crazy plan, but it was very feasible. There was no shortage of mineral veins on this desolate grassland, but the barren grassland was really difficult to support a powerful empire that could properly utilize these mineral veins.

The rats who broke into the grassland from outside were gradually gaining this qualification.

With the establishment of cities, more resources were discovered and used by the rats, and a large amount of land was converted into pastures for offering sacrifices. Wars pushed these breeding houses to continuously supply rats to the outside world, and the cave mushrooms that emerged from the dark underground were the cornerstone of the empire.

Plunder brought wealth, faith and sacrifice accompanied prosperity, and the country formed by the rats was moving towards becoming a truly huge empire.

Now, this twisted empire, which has gradually taken shape, is using its own power to carry out a huge expedition. This strait will only be a trivial trouble in this expedition.

The boiling molten iron is poured into the ocean, bringing out swirling white mist, and the sea water is stained with a black color, which comes from the turbid slag extracted along with the molten iron.

This is the power of industry, an extremely wasteful means, but it has built a road in this sea, a road cast by metal.

The creatures in this sea area died in the infection of turbid black water, and even the fishmen and naga dared not approach this area. This is a new terrifying means different from the pollution of flesh and blood. Even the rats themselves cannot resist it, but the rats are not fish, nor fishmen, let alone naga. They don’t care what kind of pollution these churning black waters will cause to this sea area.

They are not even people, they are rats.

The fishmen and naga, who were given high hopes by the hostile demigods, did not pose a huge obstacle to the rats’ advance.

Even though the sea priests kept summoning the huge waves, it had no effect on the steel road that was forcibly cast in the ocean.

Unless the flying star fell again, the grand invasion would continue. The Eastern Expeditionary Force, which had been mostly destroyed, did not frighten these crazy ratmen at all.

The Eastern Expeditionary Force, which had been mostly wiped out, was nothing to them.

And the flying star might not fall again.

The skeleton temple next to the scarlet pit.

The giant bell that had cost the temple guards a lot of effort was about to be completed. The hot blast furnace turned various ores and the mottled stones mined from the mountains into boiling molten iron, which was poured on the frame made of skeletons.

The molten iron cooled, revealing a bright yellow, which was more sacred under the sunlight.

However, the patterns engraved on this giant bell are too hideous, suppressing this sacredness.

The densely packed skeletons are inlaid on it, showing many styles and movements, kneeling, kneeling in fear, kneeling in panic, crawling on the ground, struggling, twisting, being pulled and torn apart. These twisted skeletons and the poured blood gold together turned into a throne, a throne supported by countless skeletons, a throne with no one sitting on it.

Although no one sat on it, it was clear to the temple guards who this throne was prepared for.

Sure enough, the most suitable people among the ratmen for art and culture were these temple guards with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

This is a hideous and terrifying giant bell, and it is also a giant bell that can make people feel inexplicably shocked at first glance.

The giant bell did not fall in the skeleton temple next to the scarlet pit. The falling star greatly changed the plan of the temple guards. The giant bell was also changed in the display position in such twists and turns. It was to be taken by the temple guards to the pit where the falling star fell, where it was hung high and rung as a provocation to the heretic god and as a proof of their piety.

A bunch of lunatics.

But there are not many non-crazy guys among the rats.

On the main continent, another team coveted by the heretic gods, this noble coalition formed by the governor of the Youyan human race, encountered the rats head-on.

In an environment and time that was not very favorable to the rats.

Stepping out of the forest, on a plain, at the brightest moment of noon, the neat noble coalition met their opponents.

A group of messy rats.

Yes, a bunch of messy ratmen. They really couldn't be called elite. Their formation was chaotic and in a mess. Although they were large in size and most of them were holding weapons, the governor of the province didn't think there was much difference between these ratmen and the weak ratmen he had driven out.

He even had the energy to say it jokingly to a young knight on the side with a smile.

"Maybe you can get the title of mouse catcher this time."

The young knight was a little flattered by his words, and he was a little more embarrassed, holding the lance in his hand a little tighter.

When the governor of the province saw the young knight's performance, a smile appeared on his face. This is the power of power, how intoxicating, just a simple sentence, can make a young knight with unlimited potential show such an expression to him.

He is about to face a war, but as a commander, he is a little distracted, thinking about other things.

With the support of His Majesty, he may be able to get a glimpse of the center of the continent in this turbulent era. The emperor of the empire is really a wonderful title.

Thinking like this, he couldn't help but be distracted.

The army he brought is indeed of good quality. Those noble knights spontaneously spread out their formations and prepared to charge. Even many knights' magic eyes slowly opened, as if they were preparing some kind of spell.

Suddenly, a spear with a bright glow was thrown out by a knight.

The magic-enchanted spear exploded violently after landing.

But such a scene did not seem to cause any fear to the group of ratmen in the distance.

A noisy sound came over.

The governor of the province who was dreaming of being an emperor of the empire was awakened, and he raised his head unhappily, and an ugly hairless ratman carrying a flag came into his eyes.

This grotesque appearance made him want to laugh inexplicably, until the funny hairless ugly ratman made a throwing motion.

It seemed to be responding to the enchanted spear thrown by the knight.

There was still such a long distance.

The smile on his face did not disappear until the spear fell, the magic eye on his forehead suddenly opened, and transparent magic shields appeared in front of the governor of the province. There were three in total, overlapping each other, but they were easily penetrated.

A scarlet spear easily pierced through the overlapping magic shields, and the expression on the face of the provincial governor was completely frozen.

In the instant of pain, he and the horse under him were nailed to the ground.

Even the most outstanding Warcraft warhorse could not withstand such a terrifying force, and knelt on the ground in an instant, pierced by the scarlet spear.

There was a trace of disbelief on his face, and he wanted to say something, but he said nothing.

In the last second, he was still dreaming that beautiful dream, dreaming of becoming the emperor of the empire.

No one reacted, and when they reacted, the provincial governor was already dead. This war was far from being so simple, and their crown was far from making a fuss, and even still looked down on these ratmen.

Who could have thought that this group of remnants who had lost their main force would not only not retreat, but also advance violently.

The noble coalition army, which was placed with high hopes by the gods, lost its advantage the moment the battle broke out. The sudden death of the commander was like a slap in the face.

This made the army a little more sluggish at this moment.

And the rats obviously would not give them a chance to react.

Under the black dragon flag and under the command of the somewhat funny hairless rat, the rats rushed over.