Humans and rats. The most desirable arrangement is not unavoidable. Tens of thousands of rats live in the sewers known as the "Live" beneath the Seal City, and they are a headache for the city's full-time rat catchers. But in addition to the common rats, there is also a mutated species called the "skull rat" that lives in the nest.

These mutant rats have evolved an astonishing ability to transmit messages to their companions over short distances with receptor-like organs hidden beneath their protruding skulls. A skullcap may only be a little stronger than a normal mouse, but when a group of skulls are gathered, they will have the ability to think no less than that of intelligent creatures.

What's even more terrifying is that this ability increases as the population of the skull-skull rat population grows. When a sufficient number of Skulls gather, they will even evolve intelligence sufficient to cast spells. Each skullmouse is a nerve node, and all the tricks used by the full-time rat tinkerers will be recorded by the skull-rat swarm, and a solution will be figured out to crack it.

There have been some rat people who don't know the height of the sky, trying to use their natural abilities to enslave the skulls for their own use, but in the end, they were retaliated against by the skulls. They were as fragile as babies and as stupid as the first day they came to Seal City in front of the skulls of "group consciousness". It didn't take long for all the rat people in the city of Seals to die in the sewers.

If it weren't for the other "street pests" that live in the sewers—the wolf cockroach that is as ferocious as a wolf and has the vitality of a cockroach, and the rotting insect with the blood of the legendary creature Purple Worm...... Together, they have constrained the growth of the skull-skulling rat colony, and perhaps this mutant rat with a "group consciousness" has long since rushed out of the sewers and become the overlord of Seal City.

When faced with a skullcap, even if there is only one skullcap in front of them, those full-time rat catchers will immediately choose to turn around and leave. Because they knew the habits of this mutant rat very well, they knew that if they hurt just one skull, they would one day be retaliated against by the entire skull. There is no doubt that this choice is very wise.

But today, the rattrappers, who were busy setting traps in the sewers, all began to doubt their lives. "Buster is up there, am I dazzled," a ratcatcher of cat-man descent said as he prayed as he ran through the sewers, "how can there be so many craniops coming out at the same time?

Of course, his speculation was a bit exaggerated, but given the swarm of skulls that were pouring in, it was completely understandable that he would have such thoughts. After running a long way, the ratcatcher found the hole that had entered the sewers when he came. Without hesitation, he climbed out of the manhole, temporarily covering the manhole cover with two rocks, and then stuck two more iron bars.

However, these measures did not hold back the rat colony for long. With a "chirp", a fireball flew out of the skullcap and hit the manhole cover with unmistakable accuracy. The rocks, the iron bars, and the manhole covers were all swept away, and a large number of skull-scaping rats crawled out of the wide open manholes, but fortunately the full-time rat catcher had already run away.

"Sesame oil!"

"We're going to eat sesame oil!"

"The head skull rat must eat sesame oil!"

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"Group consciousness" can control the activities of the scab swarm, but it is also a reflection of the common needs of all skulls in the colony. When all the cranial rats are thinking about the same thing, then the "group consciousness" must also be as good as possible to meet the wishes of the rat colony. If they want to eat sesame oil, then the "group consciousness" needs to find a suitable foraging place for them.

So, the group of cranial rats came to the Broken Temple.

As the former temple area of the Seal City, many large and small temples were built here before the gods had a grudge against the Lady of Pain. In order to worship the gods or perhaps, the warehouses of those temples were stocked with large quantities of sesame oil. When Lady Pain banished all the gods from Seal City and destroyed the temple area, the "Gods of the Gods" took over the area. They named the ruins of the temple "The Broken Temple".

The holy oil that was previously used to worship the gods is now sprinkled on the statues and images of the gods, or simply used as fuel for the lighting of the lamps at night. At night, the stars and lights light up from all corners of the Broken Temple, as if to tell everyone that only this little light is left of those dazzling gods.

Later, this custom of lighting the holy oil lamp in the evening was preserved. Every once in a while, the "Gods and Non-Divine Society" will collect a batch of sesame oil from other planes and transport it to the Broken Temple. Many of the residents of Seal City are aware of this allusion, and coincidentally, the Skull-Skulls are among those in the know. It's just that due to the majesty of the "gods are not gods", the rats rarely come to shatter the temple, at most they are just sporadic gluttonous guys who run over to steal their mouths after leaving the group.

But today, it is not known what went wrong. All the cranial rats are inexplicably greedy for sesame oil. Although the "group consciousness" understands that this is not a rational choice, when all craniops have this idea, even it cannot go against the will of the group. So, the rats rushed all the way to the Broken Temple.

Of course, it is still because of the "group consciousness", so the skull rat group is not stupid enough to let itself go up as cannon fodder first. Through a strange ability, they have driven many ordinary rats to come with them. The cunning "Crowd Consciousness" orders the ordinary rats to charge the Shattered Temple, then wait for them to steal some lamp oil and transport it before the skulls feast on it.

With a piercing "chirp" sound, tens of thousands of rats rushed towards the Shattered Temple like arrows from the string. Their black-gray fur was like a dirty blanket over the earth.

The "Gods and Non-Gods" standing on duty outside the Broken Temple were not blind, and when they saw the rats rushing towards the headquarters like crazy, they immediately raised the alarm. Immediately after, all kinds of traps were activated, and more and more guards of the "gods are not gods" escaped.

These people are divided into three sections according to the factions of the Guild—the Challengers, the Divine Agnostic, and the Lost—and each is resisting. The first faction is mostly warlike tiflins, with some blasphemous sacrifices, while the latter two are creatures of other races, most of whom once believed in a god but are now filled with doubt and denial.

Although the three factions were at odds with each other in the past, their attitudes were unprecedentedly consistent in the face of the rats who dared to storm the association's headquarters.

"Kill these filthy rats!"

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