Chapter 135, Enlightenment of time, humble believer (two in one)
The long claws took away the drake's heart.
At the same time, a piece of squirming flesh and blood, the mother version of the ferocious giant rat, was also sent to Rat Zhan.
It was quickly verified.
In front of Rat Zhan, Long Claw used only a little bit of distorted flesh and blood, and a weak slave rat underwent a transformation as if it were reborn.
A huge gray-furred giant rat was born.
During this time, the technology of growing claws grew.
A true master was created.
As long as pure red blood mushrooms are put into this piece of distorted flesh and blood as the master, then even if only a little bit is taken out, it can slowly grow back.
Longclaw didn't put any thought into this matter.
However, vaguely, some other news was revealed to Shu Zhan at the same time.
It aroused a hint of curiosity in Rat War.
"Oh? You said you can make an ordinary rat man have a body as powerful as a dragon?"
What greeted him was Shu Zhan's sneer. Obviously, Shu Zhan didn't believe Long Claw's arrogant words at all.
Long Claw didn't stay any longer.
Turn around and leave.
What Rat Zhan didn't notice was the cruel smile on Longclaw's lips when he turned around.
He was thoughtful at this time.
Even if he doesn't really believe in this matter, if there is such a possibility, he will understand why the white mouse would choose this unknown guy.
Although the arrogant guy Shu Zhan is still unwilling to put his long claws in his eyes.
But it must be admitted that he will pay more attention to the things created by the long claws in the future.
After he witnessed the birth of the ferocious giant rat.
Rat Zhan has no interest in studying the knowledge and essence behind the distorted flesh and blood. He just has a pure passion for power.
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The preparations for the sacrifice are ready.
Since Du Yuan cast the Cold Soul Giant Bell, the sacrifices of the rat people have also undergone some changes.
The major sacrificial rituals were all moved to the moment when light and darkness alternated.
Because at this moment, the sacred giant bell will ring on time and be used as the opening of the sacred sacrifice.
In order to accurately calculate this time, calculate the time when the sacred bell rings.
A huge hourglass was erected outside the temple.
Along with the establishment of the hourglass, a flat stone wall was also erected.
When all the gravel in the hourglass disappears, it means that the cold soul bell is about to ring again.
A scratch will also be engraved on the flat stone wall.
At this time, the priest guarding the hourglass quickly directed the temple guards to turn the huge hourglass over.
A strange concept began to sprout in this rotation.
It took a long time for the rat people to determine what this strange concept was.
time.
The Skaven Priests began to realize the existence of time.
The day begins with the echoing bells and ends with the same echoing bells.
Reflected in the passing gravel.
This is a novel experience.
Even if they passed through the tribal era early and established a huge kingdom.
But the understanding of time was only born in the echoing bells and the passing gravel until this moment.
It brought great changes to the rat people.
All processes are nested within the finally recognized concept of time.
The time it takes for blood mushrooms to grow from the sacrifice.
The time it takes for Skaven pups to grow.
The time it takes to carve a complete set of divine patterns.
The time required to mine a certain amount of ore.
The time it takes to get from the underground rat city to the outpost.
One by one, one by one, the ripples of time were recorded on the stone slabs by the rat people with rough scratches.
It was like an enlightenment.
Along with it emerged the germ of something equally great.
math.
In order to record the passage of time and calculate the scale of time, some simple and basic mathematical concepts began to be circulated among the priests, until they were spread throughout the Skaven Kingdom as a novel thing.
The priest in charge of logistics began to calculate the consumption rate of blood mushrooms everywhere based on time.
The Great Claw Priests no longer just led a bunch of chaotic ratmen around in the underground kingdom.
Based on these novel things, the time required for daily work was calculated.
Many things began to naturally become more organized than before.
The Skaven's chaotic logistics were finally saved.
And all these changes are just because the bud of a concept and the basic concepts of a subject are discovered and summarized. They are all simple and basic things.
But it is the collection of these simple things as the cornerstone that can truly create that illusory and prosperous civilization.
The level of civilization of the rat people has improved slightly.
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today.
When the gravel flows.
Rat priests of all sizes began to gather in the direction of the temple.
Today, Sheng Qi gained the qualification to stand in the temple, for which he was quite excited.
The dreams I had and the expectations I had for many years were all fulfilled at this moment.
He carefully stepped into the palace of the great god.
In the awe and longing eyes of many young rat-man priests gathered around the temple.
It made him more and more excited, especially the jealousy and envy mixed in it, which pushed the excitement to the top.
He walked into the temple in a daze.
Stand with the senior Skaven Priests.
Sheng Qi was not qualified to stand in the front row.
The reason is also very simple, because the long claws only stand in the front row of those senior priests.
The young Sheng Qi was still a bit arrogant.
Until he saw Rat Zhan striding into the temple surrounded by personal guards.
A arrogant look.
Compete with senior rat priests.
Yes, this guy is not competing with a certain rat priest, he is mocking all the senior priests gathered in front of him.
Long claws are included, as is Rope Seven.
But even though he was laughed at, Sheng Qi still didn't get rid of Silly Le. He was very satisfied and happy to be able to stand here.
Until the white mouse appeared.
The white rat who pushed the door in from outside the temple, without any crowd around him, stepped into the temple, and walked step by step towards the altar of the gods.
The field suddenly became quiet.
All the rat priests lowered their heads, and so did the long claws.
Not only that, but the same is true for the proud Rat Zhan.
Respectfully.
Sheng Qi did not lower his head.
He didn't know this rule.
Facing this sudden posture, I was a little overwhelmed.
Until the white mouse stood still before the altar of the god.
He calmly looked around at all the rat men in front of him, without any fluctuation in his eyes. He only stopped briefly at Long Claw and Rat Zhan.
All other Skaven are ignored.
The rat priests didn't react much to this, they were already used to it.
He even wished that he would not be looked at by the high priest.
After all, being watched by the high priest is not a good thing in most cases.
However, at this time, there was a not-so-sophisticated guy who did not lower his head.
It is very conspicuous and stands out from the crowd.
But he was still ignored by the white mouse.
At this moment, a complex emotion kept rising in the young guy's heart.
Perhaps it was because he raised his head, that cold disregard, that he could see particularly clearly.
Sheng Qi couldn't help but look at the white rat on the altar.
Until he was given a cold look by the upright temple guard standing next to White Rat.
After coming back to his senses, he quickly lowered his head.
After burying his head, Sheng Qi became no longer obvious among this group of senior priests, but the expression on his face was a bit more unwilling.
Perhaps at this moment, Sheng Qi could have more feelings for the old guy, his former teacher, who had become more and more extreme after leaving the Underground Rat City.
Not willing to give in.
He was unwilling to accept that he was not even qualified to be looked at.
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The moment when the sand in the hourglass is about to run out.
The grand priest ceremony is about to begin, and one sacrifice after another is pushed onto the altar. These are all carefully selected among the huge slaves.
The most noble guy among them, except for the wild boar priests who are still unwilling to give up their faith when the kingdom's destructive god retires, is a guy with shiny white horns who can make people feel peaceful at a glance. A young Deerman child.
This is a precious sacrifice caught in a race of deer people who worship heretical gods.
A deer man blessed by nature, a deer man imbued with auspiciousness.
It's just a pity that he was captured by the Rat Man.
On the altar, the young deer man stretched out his hands towards the white mouse not far away, who was also dressed in white, with tears in his eyes.
That innate natural breath is released.
"hug!"
The words were unclear, but the meaning contained in them was clearly understood by all the rat priests present.
It is the language proficiency naturally carried in the superior bloodline.
Many rat-man priests were a little curious, and their eyes were fixed on this immature white deer-man cub.
But indifferent.
No Skaven Priest has more moves.
Death is getting closer.
Opening his hands, the tears in his eyes slowly flowed out, and his words were filled with tears.
Towards the rat priests in front of him, towards the indifferent white rat.
"hug!"
Finally, something more appeared in the sight of the rat priests, which was the complex malice.
Because of the hubbub that appeared.
But due to the restrictions of this sacred temple, this maliciousness can only appear in a hidden sight.
Before this sacred sacrifice begins, one needs to wait quietly.
Noisy cries appeared, and appeared on the white deer man who was used as a sacrifice.
But no rat man paid attention to it.
All the ratmen were waiting quietly.
As the passing gravel gradually became less and less, a solemn atmosphere filled the air, and even the vaguely focused sight disappeared.
Until the cold bell rang.
The grand sacrifice has officially begun!
One after another, the sacrifices were pushed onto the altar and killed skillfully and smoothly.
Throw into this sacred lake of blood.
The white deer was just one of these sacrifices, not even the most precious sacrifice in this sacrifice.
A ferocious head was pushed into the temple by Rat Zhan's personal guards.
The battle flag was unfurled, and in the waving of Rat Zhan, the spears in the hands of the guards slapped the shields in their hands.
Neat pace, in that special rhythm.
One thing to say is that Shu Zhan really didn't like this method, just under the indifferent gaze of the white mouse.
But there is no choice.
During the war dance, the dragon head in his hand was placed on the sacred altar.
He retreated angrily.
At this moment, all the rat men present held their breath.
He stared at the white rat standing in front of the altar of the gods until the white rat put down the wooden stick in his hand and knelt down in front of Du Yuan's altar.
At this time, the old mouse still had the indifference in his eyes.
Solemn, reverent, fanatical, and careful.
For crying out loud.
"Great God!"
At this moment, there was finally no need to endure any more, and all the rat men present fell to their knees.
Fanatic shouts rang out in unison.
"Great God!"
The white rat didn't talk too much about the battle, it just shouted fanatically.
All the rat men present also shouted enthusiastically.
It was like making an ordinary sacrifice, even though the scale of this sacrifice was so huge.
But it was just a fanatical cry.
He stared at Du Yuan's altar with a burning and confused gaze, at the divine pillar carved with complicated patterns.
Preparations for this sacrifice began after the war ended.
Those slaves that the priests went to great lengths to capture were what they were meant to do.
I dare not ask for anything from the great gods.
The rat people never hesitate to sacrifice to the gods.
The sacrifices in the temple never stop.
Even if the gods cast their gaze very few times.
But the rat people never give up.
Even if there is no oracle, this grand sacrifice will still be carried out in this temple.
Even the gods didn't notice it.
The white rat will still kneel down before the altar devoutly.
Until the gods gave an oral message in the previous paragraph.
One thing is certain.
God will definitely pay attention to it!
This is a sacrifice that the gods will definitely pay attention to!
Amid the fanatical shouting, all the rat priests raised their heads slightly, looking at the altar of the great god in front of them with expectation and longing in their eyes.
Waiting for a miracle to appear.
On this point, even Rat Zhan has reached a consensus with the rat priests who have nothing to deal with him.
Just like he once was a temple guard, he knelt down solemnly and solemnly in the temple.
His personal guards also learned to kneel down like this.
But it was not as solemn as the rat war at all, and it was even more miserable than the rat priests, trembling all over and looking up frequently.
Fanatic, timid, and cautious.
Sheng Qi was also mixed among the fanatical priests, looking longingly at the sacred altar in front of him and at the divine pillar that exuded hazy light.
In his opinion, the palace of the great god was still not as exquisite as the small temple in the outpost.
But in that small temple, it was never possible for the great god to cast his gaze.
Kneel down devoutly!
Until bits and pieces of light rose up from the pillars and altars, the great gods focused their attention.
Frantic shouts rang out.
The humble rats never dare to ask for too much!
Just watching is enough!
"Great God! Great God!"