Chapter 368, The Green Change and the Plague of the Skaven

Chapter 368, The Green Change and the Plague of the Skaven

Along with the application of soul technology, an imminent problem has also entered the sight of the bigwigs in the Rat Empire.

That is energy, those soul energies, those bones emitting faint blue.

Soul technology is really easy to use, but these faint blue bones are not endless.

The underground rat city, the creeping meat mountain, the bloody land, it has become riddled with holes, unrestrained mining, digging out the remaining corpses on this pile of living rotten meat.

The output is getting less and less, but the demand for faint blue bones in the ongoing war is getting greater and greater.

For this reason, everyone is looking for a solution.

Fortunately, it is not difficult to solve this problem, it is much simpler than imagined.

The rats just need more faint blue bones, and the way to make more of these things born is almost in front of everyone.

Fill this pile of rotten meat with life, fill it with those who are still alive or just dead.

Just like piling up lives in a pool of blood, offering sacrifices, offering lives and souls to the wriggling pieces of meat in the abyss.

This is not a difficult thing, after all, the rats have always been doing sacrifices.

But there is a problem.

If the sacrifices offered on the altar are piled up in this pile of rotten meat, then in general, it is inevitable to think about the gains and losses.

Excellent sacrifices are expensive.

And at least at this time, those dark blue bones are not expensive.

It's not just a comparison of value.

What about the missing merits? If sacrifices are to be mobilized from all over the empire, what about the transportation losses on the long road? These are all problems, these are all problems.

Of course, thinking and weighing these can be put aside for later, but now, in order to deal with this holy war, the rats urgently need more bones, more such dark blue bones, to operate those hideous war machines.

They need a sufficient number of sacrifices that happen to be in the underground rat city and can be used for emergency.

Which guys can meet such standards?

It seems that there really is.

In recent times, there are too many rat pilgrims from all over the rat empire, so many that they have blocked the city.

In the dim abyss, Gray Stone witnessed a massacre, not openly, but secretly, with countless rat corpses falling from a height.

That piece of living meat, that piece of meat with holes all over it, it began to eat in big mouthfuls, quickly swallowing up the fallen corpses.

In three days, this piece of meat expanded three times.

But it was not glorious.

Gray Stone witnessed all this despicableness.

The despicableness of the rat people seemed to be engraved in their bones.

But the rat people have never been considered a high-quality sacrifice, from the past to the present.

There are too many guys who were sacrificed, their thoughts are too messy, and they are too crazy.

Pollution was accelerated. The bones produced from this big piece of meat, the remnants of souls used as energy, were filled with more and more impurities.

Some thoughts were hard to erase even in rounds of pain and wailing.

Those crazy thoughts, those pious shouts.

There is no doubt that the pious are almost all crazy.

The group of slave rats and big claw priests who returned to this abyss again, they dug out something different in this piece of meat that was becoming more and more rotten and seemed to be infected with the disease.

A crystal, an irregular crystal with a pale green color.

This incident soon alarmed the big claw priests who organized the mining of the meat. They seemed to have some knowledge of the pale green crystal.

Many big claw priests gathered here.

More and more pale green crystals were dug out, but the dark blue bones that should have appeared were nowhere to be seen.

A panic began to spread. It had to be admitted that the entire soul technology of the rats was built on this piece of meat, on the dark blue bones dug out from the meat. But now, this piece of meat had changed a little.

However, this panic did not last too long. A big claw priest raised a piece of pale green crystal in thought. The bright green that burst out from the inside out had a strange beauty.

A kind of strange crystal, this is a kind of strange crystal, but the big claw priests present seemed to be in a panic and had no intention of looking at these strange crystals.

After all, if all this went wrong, it would not take long before everyone on the field would be hung high together.

The fear that was difficult to suppress was in a panic, except for the guy who seemed a little eccentric.

His name was Mine Draft, Mine Draft Rat. Just by looking at the name, you can intuitively feel where this guy came from.

A big claw priest from the mining slave rat.

Perhaps because he had been dealing with various minerals for many years, he was not overwhelmed by fear, but was immediately attracted by these pale green minerals.

While thinking, he seemed to have thought of something. He snatched a magic spear from the guards of an unknown big claw priest, flexibly removed the dark blue skeleton on it, and matched the pale green crystal in his hand with it.

It didn't go in.

The claw in his hand quickly polished it, and soon, a rough green cylinder appeared in his hand. This time he successfully completed the splicing.

In the immersion of the lustrous green, the magic spear successfully completed the energy storage.

Pull the trigger, and a beam of green light burst out.

Perhaps these big claw priests don’t have to worry about being hung high for the time being.

Even if some strange changes seem to have appeared in this huge rotten meat, the dark blue bones that can be dug out from the big meat have also turned into some weird green crystals, but as long as these green crystals can still be used as energy, then everything is not a big problem.

Everything is the same as before.

Of course, it is not correct to say that there is no change, but this change seems to be nothing to the rats.

It’s just that another kind of pollution has appeared in this deformed empire, in the capital of the rat empire, in the depths of the huge underground city that is difficult to describe.

A terrifying pollution born from the accumulation of countless souls.

But what does it matter? Another kind of life pollution that is no less than the soul pollution has permeated every aspect of the Rat Empire. These guys don't care about one more kind of pollution.

After all, what can this pollution bring to them? Crazy?

It's nothing, isn't it?

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In the chaotic and complex pipeline system of the underground rat city, it has been very lively recently.

A new dispute broke out with the discovery of a new mushroom.

A green new mushroom that can shine in the dark.

These mushrooms appear in special places and have a very strange effect. It seems to bring happiness to the user, and even allows the rats who eat it to see the gods in a trance.

It's very magical, and this is not the limit of this mushroom. It is said that if it is eaten together with the best blood mushroom, the taste that bursts out is hard to describe and unforgettable.

All of this has quickly caused this green mushroom to be sold at a jaw-dropping high price.

But the same green color makes people wonder whether this mushroom is related to the abnormality in the abyss. After all, this sewage system really runs through every corner of the underground rat city. Even in the dark abyss, there are hidden branches.

Rounds of fierce fighting broke out in order to compete for these green mushrooms.

Such things happened in various places in this sewage system. It is really hard to imagine that such a place that gathers all kinds of filth and cannot wipe out the stench will become so lively now.

Fighting, fighting, robbing, betrayal, looting, killing, all kinds of ugliness happened in those ditches and pipes and the dark and smelly river.

To some extent, the guy who led such a project is indeed a genius. The system he set up not only greatly relieved the pressure of the huge city of underground rat city, but also efficiently gathered the ugliness and dirtiness of this city together in a sense.

In the corner of this pipeline system, a camp fell.

Heishui is still cursing the filth and stench of the environment today, but in such a long time, he has gradually merged with such an environment.

Mushrooms have begun to grow on his dirty and tangled hair.

During this period, he has never given up on researching those parasitic monsters, but there has been no progress.

He is very troubled, but there is nothing he can do.

He has tried everything, but these parasitic monsters are still languishing and dying day by day.

But this cannot be blamed on these parasitic monsters.

It can only be said that the environment is too bad. They are monsters and parasites, but no monsters and parasites really live in a cesspool.

And this cesspool is particularly smelly, with filth, toxic gases accumulated during fermentation, terrifying heavy metal accumulation, various unstable spores diffused in the air, life pollution, and soul pollution.

All these various pollutions piled up together, brewing an unprecedented cesspool.

Ordinary people really can't stay in such a horrible environment.

This accumulation of pollution even suppresses negative energy, or in other words, rejects magic and elements.

In this world that truly has gods, the rats are not afraid of the emergence of undead spirits because they are offering sacrifices to real gods.

The reason why undead spirits have not sprouted in this sewage system that buries countless corpses is because of the accumulation of horrible pollution.

To a certain extent, these filthy and smelly waters can even play the same role as the sacred waters enshrined in the temple.

The mixed pollution will destroy and erode the foundation of the existence of undead spirits.

Of course, there is still a difference between the two.

If you are splashed with a bottle of ordinary holy water on your face, then probably nothing will happen, and you can even feel the comfort of light.

If you are splashed with these horrible feces, then in addition to the horrible stench, you also have to worry about the possible unknown plague and heavy metal poisoning, weak flesh and blood deformation, possible unknown whispers, and various negative states.

It's really unfair to you to let these parasitic monsters live in such an environment.

To some extent, the resistance of ratmen is really amazing.

As the research on parasitic monsters has not made any progress, Heishui has to shift more of his energy to other aspects.

For example, the various mushrooms born in this sewage system.

Recently, he found another special mushroom.

He opened the door made of messy items, and a ratman's body appeared in front of him.

He picked up a sharp knife, but his eyes fell on the belly of the ratman's body.

This unlucky guy obviously died in a sneak attack, and a small penetration appeared on his belly.

He was probably killed by a spear stabbed from behind. This kind of thing happens here all the time. It is not uncommon and not enough to attract Heishui's attention. What is really strange is the change that happened to this guy after his death.

A mushroom sprouted on the body, sprouting from that small wound.

Where will these various mushrooms sprout from? Obviously, the ratman's body is a good choice.

During this period, Heishui collected a lot of rat corpses with mushrooms, and dissected a lot of corpses with mushrooms. He studied these mushrooms with great interest, and it was not without gain.

Although he was not very satisfied.

A turbid spore supplement. Compared with the big claw priests in the planting room who devoted all their thoughts to the various mushrooms grown by spores, Heishui obviously preferred these gray spores.

This spore supplement can have a similar effect to frenzy, increasing strength for a period of time and forgetting pain, and the cost is not high, extremely cheap.

This is one of the successful researches of Heishui.

The other is trauma spore powder.

Sprinkle these spore powders on the wound, and the rapidly germinated spores will quickly grow a mushroom, which can fill the wound well and stop bleeding.

Later, the mushrooms growing in the flesh and blood can even be eroded by the flesh and blood, and blood vessels and flesh and blood will grow inside, truly healing the wound.

Of course, it is not without side effects. Whether it is spore supplements or these trauma spore powders, they all have the same problem.

That is backlash. The requirements for users are not high, but your physique must be able to resist the invasion of these spores, otherwise the mushrooms that sprout on your body and devour your flesh and blood while you are alive are the best annotations for these dangerous spores.

Heishui is not particularly satisfied with these results.

He feels that he should not be a healer. Every big claw priest is not interested in becoming such a role.

Become more excited? Treat trauma?

What is this? What is the use of these? Every colleague of his will sneer at him after learning about these things he has tinkered with.

But there is no better way.

Even if he is not satisfied, it is better than having nothing to show.

Heishui completed the dissection, and he couldn't help but feel dejected when he thought of the scene of him delivering these things to the seven priests of the rope soon.

Well..., how should I put it, maybe this guy didn't react. In fact, he might have made these two things. While they are used as tonics and external medicines, they may also exist as a plague. After all, not everyone has the exaggerated resistance of the rat man.