Chapter 196, Du Yuan’s gifts and favors, the exit of the half-elf god

Chapter 196, Du Yuan’s gifts and favors, the exit of the half-elf god

With the death of the last half-elf warrior, the grudges between the ratmen and half-elves were settled.

This area was completely cleared by the Skaven.

Although I don't know if half-elves still exist in this world, the half-elves in this rolling hills have been completely slaughtered by the rat people.

Large pieces of black burnt brown were smeared on the hills where mountains and forests once stretched. The rocks were exposed and all that could be seen was deathly silence.

All traces of the existence of the half-elves, together with the mountains and forests they were attached to, were burned clean by the rat people, leaving only the tall sacred oak tree.

It's just that this once dazzling golden sacred oak tree is now approaching the end of its life.

Pollution, distortion, distortion, due to Sheng Qi's investment regardless of cost, this huge oak tree is also going to die. The mottled scarlet is spreading in the creeping way, and the twisted tentacles are born based on the scarlet.

The oak tree is alive, even though it is so huge.

Du Yuan was executing the half-elf god.

Even at this moment, the goddess is still pleading, unwilling to leave, unwilling to abandon the person of this god.

But Du Yuan was indifferent to this. He had his own secret, and he was already regarded as a crazy evil god.

He could feel the faint gazes coming from all directions, which were the gazes coming from other demigods.

If he is not crazy enough, if he shows weakness, then the deterrence will also be ineffective. Overpowering the half-elf god Du Yuan will not come without paying a price. If he shows weakness at this time, then he will also exist as a prey.

One of Du Yuan's hands had completely shattered, and the essence of the god was revealed, a complex red light. There were many things mixed in this light.

But most of them are all kinds of red, the red that represents blood, the scarlet that is muddy and killing, the dark red that is boundless resentment, and the red that seems to be burning flames but is mixed with various muddy colors.

These reds represent the source of Du Yuan's power, an unscrupulous evil god. This point will hardly be doubted by anyone. The complex light mixed with various reds has reached a level that makes people feel uncomfortable just by looking directly at it. The level of discomfort you feel.

As Du Yuan invested his power, the turbid red color rose up and turned into a mottled red flame, engulfing the half-elf goddess.

The goddess who was pinned down by Du Yuan let out a shrill and desperate scream.

But even so, she was still begging, kneeling in front of Du Yuan, facing Du Yuan's indifferent expression, and begging hard.

As the flames rose, the half-elf goddess' spirituality began to weaken. She became increasingly unstable and showed signs of collapse in the burning of the mottled flames.

All her followers have been destroyed, without anchor, and with the spiritual collapse, her path will also be cut off.

At this time, a little guy appeared, taking the initiative to break into the mottled flames rising from Du Yuan as if seeking death.

It is the spirituality of the birth of this sacred oak tree. This half-elf goddess has indeed planted a real tree of gods. It is born with sacred brilliance and possesses a weak divinity, even if this divinity is not strong.

But it gave this sacred oak the qualification to touch the gods.

Even if you are polluted by the rat people, there is no chance of surviving, and it may even be one step closer. After all, the essence of life pollution is the chaos caused by the mottled and chaotic life essence.

The original source of the essence of life is the World Tree enshrined by the elves.

But at this time, he took the initiative to jump into the mottled flames ignited by Du Yuan. The golden light melted in the flames, and the little guy showed a big smile to the half-elf god in the flames.

"I'm here, my God, I'm not afraid anymore!

I will definitely protect you this time, for sure! "

This had no effect. Du Yuan's power overwhelmed the half-elf goddess, even though the sacred oak spirit took the initiative to burn its own spirituality to provide the half-elf goddess with the final protection.

The half-elf god stopped begging and looked at the sacred oak spirit that ignited his death in front of him.

He was stunned, as if he didn't expect such a thing to happen.

The movements did not change.

A tear slipped down and he knelt down in front of Du Yuan.

"Please! Let me go!

please! Let me go! "

The little guy's death was indeed in vain, and it did not change the outcome of the half-elf goddess.

In Du Yuan's indifferent expression, the body of the half-elf goddess collapsed and turned into green light spots all over the sky. Amidst the mottled flames, all the scattered green light spots were taken back by Du Yuan, and a crystal clear green crystal appeared in the sky. Du Yuan's hands.

The half-elf goddess exits.

The crystal green crystal in his hand is the remnant of the half-elf goddess. Whether it is laws, beliefs, clergy, magic or more, the moment he exits, it will shatter into pieces. The fragments were collected by Du Yuan and gathered into the green crystal in his hand.

Du Yuan did not leave immediately. He still stood at the top of the oak tree, but the prying eyes around him gradually receded, amidst the deep fear.

Du Yuan was thinking about something.

When he is about to die, will Xiaochun come to save him?

Barren mountains.

Du Yuan stared at Xiaochun who was sleeping soundly while hovering on the sacred pillar. Well, the answer to this question no longer requires excessive exploration.

He didn't fall asleep immediately and took out the emerald green crystal.

This crystal, which was condensed and born after everything of a demigod collapsed, is a good thing and has many uses.

One is to devour it himself. Not only can the damage on the divine body be repaired very quickly, but if Du Yuan wants to spend some time and energy, he might also be able to sort out the priesthood of the half-elf goddess.

The second is to throw it to Xiaochun. Xiaochun's absorption of this green crystal will definitely be smoother and more thorough than Du Yuan's.

These two options have their own pros and cons. One is to focus on the present. Only after recovering the divine body can Du Yuan be able to cope with the next divine battle. Even if there will be losses and waste, it is the safest.

The other is that looking into the future, Xiaochun's strength can bring greater help to Du Yuan.

Du Yuan stared at the green crystal in his hand.

But unexpectedly, he neither chose one nor two. In the rising mottled flames, Du Yuan crushed the green crystal in his hand.

As a god, Du Yuan sometimes responds to the prayers of believers.

The broken green crystal turned into a breeze, starting from the barren mountains and blowing towards the entire Skaven Kingdom.

At this moment, almost all the rat people felt this warm breeze, but this moment was too short, like an illusion.

The changes brought about are tangible, although this change is also difficult to detect.

Du Yuan used the remains of a life demigod to revive the gradually deteriorating rat-man bloodline.

Du Yuan used the legacy of a life demigod to reopen a possibility for the inferior rat people.

Du Yuan used the legacy of a life demigod to give his followers equal blessings to all the rat people.

The Rat Man's physique became stronger.

This was not an obvious blessing, but it was truly a gift from Du Yuan.

Du Yuan is not a generous god, and he may not listen to the prayers of believers.

Turning his head, a faint hint of gold flashed through the burning mottled flames.

He is indeed not a qualified god.

After doing all this, Du Yuan felt a little more exhausted, returned to the Divine Pillar, and fell asleep again.

………….

The golden oak tree is dead.

The leaves on the tree crown had begun to fall, and a golden leaf fell in front of Sheng Qi, who was picked up by Sheng Qi.

Something strange.

Will this strange tree still lose its leaves?

He has never seen so many rounds with a trebuchet before, right?

He scratched his head and didn't pay too much attention to it. By the way, I suddenly felt so comfortable just now. It seemed that my body was a little more flexible.

He wanted to stretch his body, but it affected the injury, and he grimaced in pain.

In pain, Sheng Qi gave up thinking.

"Forget it, don't think about it so much. There are so many weird things today."

Limping away, the war is over, but the complicated matters are not yet over, such as cleaning the battlefield, recycling weapons, and exploring resources.

After leaving the group of wealthy senior rat-man priests, Sheng Qi had to start making careful calculations.

The most important thing now is getting that deal done.

But he shouldn't have to worry about this, as those buyers tend to come uninvited.

Thinking of this, the limping Sheng Qi focused his attention on the heresy temple not far away that still had a dim light.

Even though he had made up his mind to sell this sacrifice early on, compared to the gift from the gods, he felt that a huge amount of blood mushrooms was more suitable for him now.

After all, such an opportunity will not always come. If he misses it, he will never be able to capture the Western Expeditionary Force back into his own hands.

But it is inevitable to hesitate, after all, it is a gift from the great god.

He stared at the heretic temple located at the top of the sacred oak tree in the distance and forcibly withdrew his gaze.

There will never be a second opportunity like this.

He must capture the Western Expeditionary Force back into his hands.

To become a big shot.

Sheng Qi stood on the crown of this sacred oak tree, watching the busy rat warriors below him, watching the huge army in front of him, and said this to himself seriously in his heart.

The Western Expeditionary Force is his bargaining chip. Only by holding these chips can he be qualified to climb up and become a truly big shot.

For this he was even willing to give up the gift of the gods.

The buyer of this sacrifice arrived, and a team of temple guards arrived on the rolling hills and came to the top of the tall sacred oak tree.

At the same time, this team of temple guards also brought a batch of blood mushrooms, a batch of extremely rich, extremely rich blood mushrooms. When Sheng Qi saw this batch of blood mushrooms, his eyes widened and his breathing became rapid. A few points.

There were too many blood mushrooms in this batch, even more than promised.

Those surging thoughts were abandoned and eliminated when he saw this batch of blood mushrooms. Sheng Sheng, who had had many interactions with those senior rat priests, clearly understood what this batch of blood mushrooms represented. In other words, what does the guy who can give these blood mushrooms represent.

She became honest. To be honest, Sheng Qi had thought of cheating, as long as the blood mushrooms given by the opponent were not as many as promised.

The leader of this team of temple guards, the rat man, broke away from the team and took the initiative to come to Sheng Qi.

The helmet's visor was pulled open, revealing a flash of white.

"It's a pleasure to cooperate with you, Commander Sheng Qi!"

After seeing this white color, Sheng Qi's expression changed a bit.

………….

A grand sacrifice was about to begin. The temple of the heretic god was pushed down and trampled by the rat people. An exquisite altar was carried up by a team of temple guards and dropped on the ruins of the temple of the heretic god.

And not only that, compared to Rat War, and even compared to Sheng Qi as a rat priest, the sacrificial rituals of the temple guards are too particular.

Not only the exquisitely carved altar, but also the sacred pillar did not fall down, and by the way, there was also the giant bell. The temple guards forcibly carried a heavy giant bell to the heretic temple on the treetops.

And unlike those rat priests, the giant bell carried by the temple guards was larger and more exquisite.

The temple guards were busy completing the installation of the giant bell. At the same time, a professional rat craftsman also began to sound test the giant bell. If the sound was not correct, he would carefully polish the inner wall of the giant bell, meticulously of polishing until the final calibration of the sound.

The clear and clear sound of this huge bell is at least 90% similar to the sound of the cold soul giant bell in the barren mountain range.

When Sheng Qi saw this, his mouth had already grown.

Even though he had spent some time with those extravagant senior priests, he had never seen such a posture. Compared with these temple guards, those senior rat priests could only be said to be insignificant in terms of rituals and sacrifices. .

If most ratmen are extremely concerned about matters related to the gods and spare no effort, then the temple guards are definitely the most extreme group of guys.

Pieces of white stone bricks with carved patterns were carried on the backs of the temple guards one by one, and they were laid on the ground around the altar with concentration and seriousness, with the patterns aligned.

In a very short period of time, these temple guards built an open-air temple on the ruins of the heretic god's temple.

But even after reaching this point, these temple guards still seemed to be a little dissatisfied.

This kind of environment is already much better than that of Shengqi. As for the rat war, it doesn't even qualify for comparison.

At that moment of alternation between light and night, at this moment, the cold soul bell in the underground rat city rang on time.

In the rolling hills, on the top of the sacred oak tree, a temple guard pinpointed this time and struck the huge imitation bell heavily.

With the clear and clear sound of the bells, this grand sacrifice is about to begin.