Chapter 78, In the Abyss
In other words, he could only make a bold decision.
The slave-catching team itself is equivalent to a full-scale Skaven army, although it cannot be compared with the legions led by Skaven warlords.
But it was formed just to catch slaves in this cleared forest, so it couldn't be done on such a large scale.
At the same time, there are also divided areas between the slave catching teams. Only in that divided area can your slave catching team be able to capture slaves.
This is equivalent to the jurisdiction.
From time to time, the rat priests in charge of the slave-catching teams would have disputes over the ownership of the large groups migrating in the forest.
Private wars have happened several times. After fighting for a long time, out of desperation, a simple rule was settled.
All slave-catching teams can only capture slaves in their own area. At the same time, other intelligent populations that cross the boundary belong wherever they go.
This rule is very strict. The rat priest who violated it last time is now hanging high on the most obvious rock wall of the outpost.
To a certain extent, the underground lairs spread throughout the forest were also affected by this rule and spread.
But at the same time, it was precisely because of this rule and the fixed quota of slaves to be sacrificed every seven days that the young rat priest, the temporary captain of the rat slave team, left the underground place where he lived with red eyes. Cave.
That night, a complete team of rat slave hunters left the outpost alone, entered the vast forest and disappeared alone.
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While waiting for his old friend to bring him a gift, Du Yuan discovered something very interesting.
In other words, it is not a thing, but some changes that are delayed but finally appear.
Coming to the world of the Familia, my eyes fell on the spreading barren mountains, not on the barren surface of the mountains, nor on the chaotic and complicated underground rat city.
Well, a short stay.
Du Yuan saw a rather bizarre scene in the temple. His followers were offering sacrifices to him with pious expressions.
And the objects of sacrifice are also his own believers.
He shook his head, getting used to it.
Cast your gaze deeper.
I stared at the deepest part of the underground rat city for a while.
Du Yuan withdrew his gaze.
It seems that my initial inspiration was not ineffective, but because something was lacking, so the process was delayed.
"Why are the paintings so weird?"
Du Yuan muttered to himself speechlessly.
And not only that, Du Yuan also saw the appearance of another little guy's footprints next to the craftsman's heart.
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Deep in the barren mountains.
That deep, dark abyss has been changing a bit recently.
The faint blue light emitted by a towering blast furnace dispelled the darkness here, and low wailing and violent roars echoed in the deep underground.
Those distorted and weird screams come from the delicate pillars towering underground.
Yes, it seems a bit strange to use exquisite to describe these pillars, which are dark overall and have a faint blue light.
But when the blood slowly flows on the ravines carved on the pillars, and when the bright red patterns spread out, this thick pillar indeed looks so delicate.
Although it is also bloody.
Each of the strange rat-men that were either deformed or had tentacles sprouting from their flesh and blood had their skin cut open, their internal organs slashed open, and they were hung upside down on these thick pillars.
And often these cut open guys are not dead yet, and they are either angry or wailing in pain on the pillars.
It was the blood on their bodies that gurgled out and painted exquisite patterns on the pillars.
A cruel yet orderly scene.
But these are not the most abnormal things in this dark abyss at this time.
The place where the heart of the craftsman once fell and stayed.
At this time, a huge heart mixed with flesh and metal suddenly appeared instead of the original craftsman's heart.
What kind of heart is this?
The dark blue metal shell is filled with scarlet flesh, and gears are embedded in the flesh and connected to each other, and rotate periodically.
The rotation of the gears follows the throbbing of scarlet flesh, as if it is simulating a normal, truly beating, normal heart.
But this heart is made of scarlet flesh, rotating gears, and the cold metal shell.
It should be beautiful, this combination is like a unique piece of art.
But the faces surging in the wriggling flesh and blood completely interrupted the sense of harmony brought about by the beating of the metal flesh and blood heart.
Yes, the rat-man faces scrambled to emerge from the flesh and blood at the moment when the heart was throbbing. Those empty faces would open their mouths wide during the brief moment of manifestation, as if they wanted to To break away from this heart of flesh and blood.
It's just a pity that it has no effect.
When the throbbing stops, these faces will be dragged into the flesh, and if you observe for a longer time, you will find that it is accompanied by the beating of this metal heart of flesh and blood.
The rat-man faces that appeared in the flesh and blood are constantly blurring, but this process is very slow.
Yes, this is the disappeared craftsman’s heart, and the broken craftsman’s heart has been completed, although the direction of this completion is very strange.
Such a strange change was confusing, but it definitely had something to do with the mouse that stood cautiously in front of the metal heart and was trying to cut a piece of squirming flesh from the metal heart with the thin knife in his hand.
This rat man, who was carefully doing crazy things, had a pair of blue metal gloves covered with exquisite patterns. Pieces of thin metal were inlaid on his hands, and the blue metal gloves almost covered his hands. He straightened his hands.
But the ingenious structure did not affect the flexibility of this rat man's hand at all.
Wrapped in the metal gloves with complicated patterns, the hands of this rat man have a special charm.
Although you carefully observed the gaps between the metals, you could see a pair of hideous and ugly palms.
The flesh and blood on the palm seemed like mottled metal that had been smelted in a furnace and overcooled.
Ugliness and beauty come together in these hands.
At this time, the owner of these hands was concentrating on observing the beating metal heart in front of him, seizing the short opportunity.
A wriggling mass of special flesh appeared on the hand of the rat man, putting a satisfied smile on his face.
He trotted, eagerly carrying this mass of flesh and blood towards a short distance.
There, a rat man hanging upside down on a dark metal pillar was horrified and desperate at this scene.
"no, do not want!"
Desperate screams echoed in the abyss underground.
I didn't notice the duplication of chapters seventy-three and seventy-four. Now it has been changed back. You can refresh it. Sorry, sorry.