Chapter 196: Du Yuan's Gift and Blessing, the Exit of the Half-Elf God

With the death of the last half-elf warrior, the feud between the ratmen and the half-elves came to an end.

The area was completely cleared by the ratmen.

Although it is not known whether there are still half-elves in this world, the half-elves in this area of ​​hills have been completely slaughtered by the ratmen.

Large patches of black and burnt brown were smeared on the hills that were once covered with forests. The rocks were exposed and all that could be seen was a dead silence.

All traces of the half-elves' existence, along with the forests they depended on, were burned away by the ratmen, leaving only the tall sacred oak tree.

However, this once dazzling golden sacred oak tree is now also approaching the end of its life.

Polluted, distorted, twisted, with Rope Seven's reckless investment, this huge oak tree is also going to die. The mottled scarlet is spreading in the wriggling, and the twisted tentacles are born relying on the scarlet.

This oak tree is also alive, even though it is so huge.

Du Yuan is executing the half-elf god.

Even at this moment, the goddess was still begging, unwilling to leave, unwilling to give up her status as a god.

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

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

If he is not crazy enough, if he shows weakness, then the deterrence will also fail. It is not without price that Du Yuan overwhelms the half-elf god. If he shows weakness at this time, then he will also become a prey.

One of Du Yuan's hands had completely shattered, revealing the essence of the god, a complex red light mixed with many things.

But most of them are various kinds of red, representing the red of blood, the turbid scarlet of killing, the dark red of endless resentment, and the vermilion that seems like a burning flame mixed with various turbid colors.

These reds represent the source of Du Yuan's power. He is an out-and-out evil god, and there is almost no doubt about this by anyone. The complex light mixed with various reds has reached a level that makes people feel uncomfortable just by looking at it directly.

As Du Yuan invested his strength, the turbid red color rose up and turned into a ball of 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 cold expression, and begging bitterly.

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

All of her followers have been destroyed. Without an anchor, her spirituality will be shattered and her path will be cut off.

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

It was the spirituality that gave birth to this sacred oak tree. This half-elf goddess did indeed plant a true tree of the gods, which was born with a sacred glow and possessed a little bit of divinity, even if this divinity was not strong.

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

Even if contaminated by the ratmen, there is still a chance of survival, and you may even get closer. After all, the essence of life pollution is the disorder caused by the mottled and chaotic essence of life.

The original source of the essence of life is the world tree worshipped by the elves.

But at this moment, 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.

“Here I come, my God, I am not afraid!

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 spirit of the sacred oak tree took the initiative to burn its own spirituality to give the half-elf goddess the final protection.

The half-elf god stopped pleading and looked at the spirit of the sacred oak that was setting its own death on fire before it.

He was stunned, as if he had not expected something like this to happen.

The action has not changed.

A tear rolled down her cheeks and she 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 fate of the half-elf goddess.

Under Du Yuan's indifferent expression, the body of the half-elf goddess shattered into green spots of light all over the sky. In the mottled flames, the diffuse green spots of light were all taken back by Du Yuan, and a crystal green crystal appeared in Du Yuan's hand.

The half-elf goddess exits.

He was holding the translucent green crystal in his hand. This was the remnant of the half-elf goddess. No matter whether it was the laws, beliefs, priesthood, magic or many other things, at the moment of leaving, they all shattered into pieces, which were collected by Du Yuan and gathered into the green crystal in his hand.

Du Yuan did not leave immediately, still standing on the top of the oak tree, but the prying eyes around him were gradually receding, in deep fear.

Du Yuan was thinking about something.

When I am about to die, will Xiaochun come to save me?

Desolate mountains.

Du Yuan looked at Xiaochun who was sleeping soundly on the sacred pillar. Well, there was no need to explore the answer to this question too much.

Without falling asleep immediately, he took out the emerald green crystal.

This crystal, which was formed by shattering everything of a demigod, is a good thing and has many uses.

One is to devour it by himself. This will not only repair the damage on the divine body very quickly, but if Du Yuan wants to, by spending some time and energy, he may be able to sort out the divine duties of the half-elf goddess.

The second is to give it to Xiaochun. Xiaochun will definitely absorb this green crystal more smoothly and thoroughly than Du Yuan.

These two options have their pros and cons. One is to focus on the present. Only after Du Yuan has restored his divine body can he cope with the upcoming war between gods. Even though there will be some losses and waste, it is the safest option.

The other is that looking into the future, Xiaochun’s strength will be able to bring greater benefits 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 shattered green crystals turned into a breeze, starting from the Desolate Mountains and blowing towards the entire Ratman Kingdom.

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

The changes brought about are real, although they are also difficult to detect.

Du Yuan used the remains of a demigod of life to revive the gradually deteriorating ratman bloodline.

Du Yuan used the legacy of a demigod to open up a new possibility for the defective rat people. Du Yuan used the legacy of a demigod to give his believers and all the rat people equal blessings.

The rat people's physique has become stronger.

This is not an obvious blessing, but it is a real gift from Du Yuan.

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

Turning back, a faint golden light flashed in the mottled flames.

He is indeed not a qualified god.

After doing all this, Du Yuan felt even more tired. He returned to the divine pillar and fell into deep sleep again.

………….

The golden oak tree died.

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

Somewhat strange.

Will this strange tree still lose its leaves?
He had never seen so many rounds of trebuchet fire before?
I scratched my head and didn't pay much attention to it. Oh, I suddenly felt very comfortable just now, and it seemed that my body became a little more flexible.

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

In pain, Sheng Qi gave up thinking.

"Forget it, I won't think too much about it. There are so many strange things happening today."

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

After leaving that group of wealthy and senior rat priests, Sheng Qi had to start calculating carefully.

The most important thing now is to get that deal done.

But he shouldn't have to worry about this, as that group of buyers would often come uninvited.

Thinking of this, the limping Sheng Qi cast his gaze on the heretic temple not far away, which 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 opportunities don't always come. If he misses it, it will be impossible to bring the Western Expeditionary Force back into his hands.

But he couldn't help but hesitate, after all, it was a gift from the great god.

He stared at the heretic temple located on top of the sacred oak tree in the distance and forced himself to look away.

There won't be a second chance like this.

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

To become a big shot.

Sheng Qi stood on the crown of the sacred oak tree, looking at the busy ratmen warriors coming and going below, looking at 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 real big man.

For this he was even willing to give up the gift from God.

The buyers for the 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 extremely rich blood mushrooms. When Sheng Qi saw this batch of blood mushrooms, his eyes widened and his breathing couldn't help but quicken.

There are too many blood mushrooms in this batch, even more than agreed.

Those surging thoughts were abandoned and disappeared when they saw this batch of blood mushrooms. Sheng, who had dealt with many senior rat priests, understood very well what this batch of blood mushrooms represented, or in other words, what the guy who could give out this batch of blood mushrooms represented.

He became honest and to be honest, Sheng Qi had thought of robbing the enemy as soon as the blood mushrooms given by the opponent were not as many as agreed.

The ratman who was the leader of the temple guards left the team and came to Sheng Qi.

The visor of the helmet was pulled open, revealing a hint of white.

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

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

………….

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

Not only that, compared to Rat War, or even compared to Sheng Qi, the rat-man priest, the sacrificial rituals of the temple guards are much more elaborate.

Not only the exquisitely carved altar, but also the sacred pillar was not left behind. Oh, and there was also the giant bell. The temple guards carried the heavy bell to the heretic temple on the treetop.

Moreover, unlike those rat-man priests, the giant bell carried by the temple guards is much larger and more exquisite.

The temple guards completed the installation of the giant bell in a busy manner. At the same time, a professional ratman craftsman began to test the sound of the giant bell. If the sound is not right, he will carefully polish the inner wall of the giant bell, and polish it meticulously until the sound is finally calibrated.

The clear and crisp sound of the giant bell when struck was at least 90% similar to the sound of the cold soul giant bell in the desolate mountains.

When Sheng Qi saw this, his mouth widened.

Even though he had been with that group of extravagant senior priests for some time, he had never seen such a scene. Compared with these temple guards, those senior ratman priests were nothing compared to them in terms of rituals and sacrifices.

If most of the 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 among them.

Pieces of white stone bricks with carved patterns were carried by the temple guards and carefully laid on the ground around the altar, with the patterns aligned.

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

But even though they have achieved this, these temple guards still seem a little dissatisfied.

This kind of environment is much better than Shengqi's. As for Rat War, it is not even qualified for comparison.

At the moment when light and darkness alternate, at this instant, the huge bell of cold souls in the underground rat city rang on time.

On the top of the sacred oak tree in the rolling hills, a temple guard hit the replica giant bell hard at the exact moment.

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

(End of this chapter)