People always make misjudgments because of their size.

Seeing the small rats, the members of the "Divine Non-Divine Society" were stunned, but they were not afraid. In their eyes, perhaps the problem of the moment could be solved by those blasphemous mages with a few spells to repel animals.

In the past, this thought might not be a problem, but now they are dealing with a crazy swarm of skulls. Driven by their appetites, the group no longer cares about the consequences, and they go to great lengths to drive the ordinary rats towards the Broken Temple.

"Sesame oil!"

"Delicious and delicious!"

"Full and sweet!"

"The skullcap should eat sesame oil!"

In the collective consciousness of the rat colony, all kinds of praise about sesame oil have overflowed. This causes them to become numb to the individual's pain and ignore the threat of death. They even began to make noise in order to get the powerful swarm of skulls to charge themselves.

After a half-hourglass battle, the area of the Broken Temple has been covered with a "rat blanket", and the dirty dead rats are almost filling the rubble and rubble. But even so, the rats were still burying their heads in the ground.

At this time, some high-level officials of the "gods and non-gods" had already noticed this situation. In the ranks of the "Challenger" faction, there is a blasphemous sacrifice who once served a god of the natural realm and was able to steal some druid spells for his own use.

The blasphemous priest, dressed in a garment of leaves and turf, walked barefoot into the rat colony. As his legs moved forward, his entire body shrunk, gray hair sticking out of the surface of his skin, his mouth narrowed, and a long tail sticking out of his back. Eventually, he became a mouse, but much more robust than a normal mouse.

The disguised blasphemous sacrifice mingled among the rats, and he lurked close to the skull-skulled rats hiding behind the normal rats. Taking advantage of the frenzied rats, he quickly knocked out a skull, led it back to the guarded area of the Broken Temple, and quickly reverted back to his human form. He held the skull rat in his hand, but his mouth imitated the "rustle" sound of a pit viper spitting out a letter.

"Let's see what the hell you guys hiding in the sewers are crazy today. "Looking at the 'hostage' who woke up, he licked his tongue, stretched out his index finger, which had grown a special tube, and stabbed it into the skull of the skull. With a tragic "squeak", the blasphemous sacrifice used its own improved spells to invade the consciousness of the skull.

Contrary to what most people think, although the "group consciousness" of the cranial rat is similar to that of a distributed database, each single cranial mouse as a storage node actually has a virtual information store in their minds for a period of time. It's just that after being separated from the group, they lose their strong thinking ability and are unable to read and process this information independently.

But this blasphemous priest who once served a god in the natural realm has a unique skill of linking reading. And as a spellcaster among humans, with his thinking ability, as long as he doesn't link for too long, it is not a problem to steal some information from the "group consciousness" of the cranial rat.

Under the protection of the other members of the "Divine Order", the blasphemous priest was linked for a full two or three minutes before the tube on his finger was removed from the skull. Holding back the discomfort, he threw the dead "hostage" in his hand to the ground, and then stretched out the soles of his feet and stepped on them vigorously. "We ...... What they want is sesame oil!"

Ignoring the surprised eyes of the others, the blasphemous sacrifice directly took off the lamp hanging on one wall, lifted the windshield, and after leaving the wick aside, he poured a few puffs of lamp oil inside. Because he drank too quickly, or perhaps because he drank too much, he suddenly squatted down holding his stomach, and spit out the sesame oil he had just drunk in his stomach with a "wow".

After doing this, he felt a little better. When reading the information in the brain of the skull-skulled rat, it was much to his surprise that the damn rats were so obsessed with sesame oil. So much so that he was also affected by the fact that he had established a brief connection with his "group consciousness". After clearing his mouth a little, the blasphemous sacrifice walked quickly into the shattered.

"Sesame oil?"

After listening to the report on the desecration of the sacrifice, all the high-ranking members of the "Gods Are Not Gods" felt incredible. They had thought it was a long-planned attack, perhaps linked to the Divine Slaves who had been hostile to the Guild. However, it was actually because of the gluttonous insects in the stomach of the skull-skulled rats that they dared to attack the headquarters of the "gods and non-gods".

"Who gave those rats that guts!" Warlord Tiefling, who had a challenger faction, slammed his slap on the desk in front of him, smashing the table to pieces, "I'm going to burn all those rats to ashes!"

He had purgatory, and as he said this, a raging fire burned on his body. So much so that the eel monster sitting next to him involuntarily moved. It's a strange creature with a glass jar around his neck, he's the backbone of the "Divine Agnosticism" faction, this guy looks like a humanoid and eel hybrid, with two stubby limbs on the upper body with bony pincers at the ends, and two short, thick hind limbs. Its face resembles that of an eel, but it has a terrifying mouth with teeth arranged in rings.

"Watch your spit," the eel stretched out its slime-covered palm and slapped twice the seaweed costume that had been burned with holes by the sparks spewed out by the enraged Tieflin, and then said in a dull voice with a "grunt" sound, "We are not sure if there are gods behind this attack, those cranial rats may indeed attack the Broken Temple because they want to eat sesame oil, but why did they come at this time? This strange appetite cannot be eliminated by human intervention at this time." ”

Although he looks like an eel, this guy is not stupid in his brain. His words were so plausible that the grumpy Tiefling Warlord had no choice but to ask, "Then what can you do?" Do you want those guys to continue attacking the Guild's headquarters, or are they going to move the oil out and compromise with it?"

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