Chapter 49, God's Joke

As time went by, as more and more ratmen were sent into the wetlands and onto the battlefield by the priests, the ratmen continued to advance.

However, as they went deeper, the surrounding environment became increasingly harsh, and they were even attacked by some extraordinary creatures that originally lived in the swamp.

And as the battle line lengthened.

It became increasingly difficult for the ratmen to hand over to the priests who were responsible for transporting young ratmen and supplying blood mushrooms.

Often, the priests had to lead the young ratmen over a long distance to deliver the things they wanted to deliver to the destination and take away the things they wanted to take away.

During this period, there were also attacks by lizardmen.

But even so, there were still a large number of ratmen priests who came one after another.

Because Rat War had a deal with them.

As long as these priests could successfully bring the young ratmen to him, he would give enough rewards, or extremely generous rewards.

The heads of those lizardmen.

Even though these evil god believers could not be brought back to the mountains intact due to the distance, they were thrown into the sacred blood pool to serve as nutrients for blood mushrooms.

But if their heads were placed on the altar of the temple and their deeds were carved on the stone paintings, it would definitely be the best thing to show their piety to the gods.

With the passage of time, especially inspired by the patterns carved on the temples built by white rats, the rat priests gradually began to popularize stone paintings.

Abstract patterns were carved on the stone walls by slave rats with sharp claws, and then placed in private caves.

Although such stone paintings were only slightly better than stick figures due to the low level of civilization of the rats, the rat priests were happy to do it.

The contents were various, either their own images, or things that happened, or praises for the gods, and their own devout beliefs.

Especially the devout belief in the gods.

In the past, whether or not a person was pious was an abstract concept for the rat priests, except for the god Du Yuan, who could tell at a glance. However, the situation changed a little after the stone paintings appeared.

The more stone paintings praising the gods are displayed in my cave, the more pious I am. The more sacrifices I offer to the gods, the better, and the more pious I am to the gods, the more senior I am.

The more senior and pious I am, the better priest I am, and the better priest I can get more legitimately!

In the past, all these rat priests did not know to record and would not show.

Until the stone paintings appeared.

In this way, a large number of rat priests set out to the wetland one after another, bringing a large number of young rats and blood mushrooms, just to find the rat war in the depths of the wetland, just to make their caves have more stone paintings recording the dedication to the gods.

Make yourself more senior among the large number of rat priests.

Driven by such motivation, the rat priests continued to fight. Even when Rat Zhan went deep into the wetland and the road became difficult and dangerous, they did not give up.

But fewer and fewer priests arrived.

But this did not change Rat Zhan's strategy.

With the rats gathered around him, Rat Zhan rushed to the wetland without hesitation.

He had no way out, and at the moment he did not choose to give the Spear of God's Punishment in his hand to the white rat.

Only by completely destroying the corpses of the lizardmen and the evil god believers, with the supreme glory, and under the gaze of the gods, can he go back.

Only by completely destroying the lizardmen and the corpses of the evil god believers, with the supreme glory, and under the gaze of the gods, can he go back.

This is not easy. It is easy to leave the rat army led by him in this wetland, but it is obvious that Rat Zhan chose this path without hesitation.

For this, perhaps the white rat knew it well, but the white rat did not stop it.

Having disappointed the gods, he would never do anything to disappoint the gods again. Before the Rat War failed, White Rat would do his best to support this war of gods.

Until the Rat War failed.

In addition to White Rat and Rat War, two ratmen with their own thoughts, there are also people or gods who have been watching the situation here.

Yes, Du Yuan has also been paying attention to the situation in the lizardman wetlands here.

Du Yuan was also a little surprised by Rat War's radical offensive strategy, but it was just a surprise.

Even if there was a possibility that the rat army here would be wiped out in one wave, it was just a surprise. He just gave the wooden spear infused with some divine power and didn't interfere too much.

Perhaps it was because even if the expeditionary rat army here was completely destroyed, it would not be considered a serious injury to the entire rat clan.

After all, even if the rat priests brought young rats to the wetlands for sacrifice and to show their piety, those young rats brought only accounted for half of all the young rats.

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Deep in the mountains.

In that dark and deep abyss.

A broken furnace with cracks all over it lay quietly in the abyss. It was a furnace with intricate patterns carved on it.

The patterns on the surface alone were enough to make people feel dizzy, not to mention the intricately stacked gears that could be vaguely seen through the cracks.

Unfortunately, in the center of the furnace, a hole with hideous cracks appeared. The heart inside the furnace had disappeared, leaving only a little ember emitting a faint blue light.

Originally, this furnace without a heart was quietly accompanied by a huge meat mountain made of limbs and heads.

But at this moment.

A little flame suddenly exploded in the ground of this dark abyss.

Accompanied by the heavy knocking sound.

The blue flame burst out and bloomed into beautiful flowers.

But it reflected an increasingly hideous rat man's face.

"Failed again! Damn it! Damn it!"

"I can't hold this hammer at all. Why is there such a thing as a hammer!"

"I clearly received the revelation from God! But I just can't hold it! I can't hold it at all!"

The owner of that face was Long Claw, who was forgotten in the deepest part of the mountains and organized the slave rats to continuously dig metal veins.

Just like his name, as an excellent slave rat, even now he has long gotten rid of the identity of a slave rat and become a priest.

But the pair of sharp and heavy claws are still firmly growing on his hands, the gift left to him by the experience of being a slave rat.

Long Claw is very lucky. He is the first ratman enlightened by the Broken Craftsman's Heart. At the same time, he is also very unlucky because he has a pair of thick, sharp claws that make it difficult for his hands to make other movements.

It's like a joke from God. Although Du Yuan would not be so bored, the Craftsman's Heart might not have thought that the object of his enlightenment might not even be able to hold a hammer properly.

In the light of the faint blue sparks, the expression on Long Claw's face became increasingly gloomy and ferocious.