The Demon Rat Wasteland, the heart of the kingdom of Lyze, lies deep in the mysterious Withered Swamp. The endless swamps, lakes and weeds that surround it spread for dozens of miles of the city.

Before it was transformed into the Kingdom of God, this half-plane was originally covered with verdant plains. It was the meteorite rain and rancid rain from Leiz Avor that transformed this half-plane into an endless mushy swamp.

In the deep waters of the swamp, barges the size of a human village on the physical plane were laden with festering slaves. Sometimes, barges form formations and are propelled by a large number of oars or clever waterwheels to navigate the murky waterways. Thanks to the huge barges and the countless slaves, the Devil Rat Wasteland was able to obtain a steady supply of supplies: the poor slaves were forced to collect meager food on the arable land in the swamps, and the overseers in the vast reeds constantly whipped them until they met their work quotas, and the overseers stopped beating them for a moment and turned to find the next target of violence.

Because of the swamps, it was almost impossible to travel overland to the Demon Rat Waste, and any slaves who failed to meet their food quota would be abandoned in this stinking quagmire, waiting to be devoured by the monsters of the swamp.

Once a sufficient amount of crops had been collected, the fleet would gather the slaves and head to the interior of the swamp, where they would wait for the signal to enter the harbor in the gloomy ruined city. As the lights become brighter and the sounds louder, a giant port with a large number of berths and piers on countless sidewalk aisles emerges.

The rice and wheat written from the ship, which are as tall as hills, will be immediately filled into a huge rusty grinding wheel and crushed into powder for all the inhabitants of the Demon Rat Wasteland. Patrolling Invoker warriors will also take away workers who are too tired or thrown into a mill wheel to crush into powdered food.

The inhabitants of this brutal city are roughly divided into two parts and three classes. The "two parts" are the prajers and mortals, while the "three classes" are, from the highest to the lowest: the priests of Ryzewort, the large clans of the Ekwars, the Nezumi, and the Batmen, and the ordinary Ecwart, the Nezumi, and the Batmen Artisans. As for those slaves who are not even qualified to become food, they are all poor people who have traded, cheated, and plundered the Demon Rat Waste Capital through trade, deception, and plunder with other material planes.

Because Lez's love belonged to the chaotic and evil camp, the rules set by him himself, although certainly not very strict, were quite accomplished in cruelty and perversion. The residents living in the Demon Rat Wasteland, from birth to death, their most concerned thing is how to live peacefully through the present, and what they are most looking forward to is to be able to become a member of the prayer after death.

Ambivalent emotions and a hard life have made the inhabitants of the Devil's Rat Wasteland selfish and belligerent. Even the slightest verbal altercation can lead to an armed brawl that sweeps through a street, and after verbal abuse, bites and stabs, the informants responsible for maintaining the city's rules will rush over and take all the injured away for "recycling." The victorious or surviving ones will snuggle up to the door and smile and give their final greetings to the hapless ones.

When someone laughs, it will surely accompany the other to cry. It is only on the day of the Holy Sacrifice that the Demon Rat Waste will make everyone smile. The warriors of the Invokers roam every corner, and if they find any inhabitant who dares not to smile, they will not hesitate to pierce their cheeks with knives and inflict a brutal "laughing punishment" on them. And as a reward, all residents who obediently keep smiling all day long will be rewarded with a bowl of shriveled dehydrated vegetables and a fresh stream of bacon.

In the three hundred and fifty years since the establishment of the Demon Rat Waste, three hundred and forty-nine years have enjoyed the pleasures that the Day of the Holy Sacrifice has brought to him. With the prayers of the priests and the "heartfelt" smiles of the believers and prayers, the "god of rats and bats" sitting on the throne of shadows can feel the power rising within him.

"It's another perfect day of holy sacrifice, the strength is raised just right, just right, hahaha......"

Laughing wildly, Ryze drew a throwing knife and flicked his wrist, and the knife flew through the halls of the temple and directly to the sacrificial platform set up in the beastly square in the distance. With a "poof", the knife sank into the heart of a swamp snake dragon, and after the monster with its huge size fell to the ground, countless rats and bats appeared around the sacrificial platform.

Compared to their common counterparts, their teeth are undoubtedly much sharper than those specially cultivated for ritual activities. It didn't take long for the swamp dragon snake's scale armor to be peeled off, and these tiny creatures began to devour the snake's skin, blood, and internal organs. It's just that, in the face of tons of muscles, they resisted the greed and did not swallow it in their mouths.

What's even more amazing is that these rats and bats use their sharp teeth to first tear the muscles of the dragon snake into strips, and then stack these strips of meat together, and finally the priests ascend to the altar, take the neatly stacked strips of meat, dry them, and make bacon as gifts to distribute to the inhabitants of the demon rat wasteland.

"An occasional act of kindness," said an untimely voice in the temple just as Leiz Avor began to enjoy the cheese as a tribute, "it seems that you blue-skinned rat have learned a little over the years with me. With the sound of leather boots on the marble floor, a tall humanoid creature swaggered in.

Laiz Aiwo, who had wanted to question "who dared to make such a noise", saw the appearance of the comer, he suddenly stood up, and his eyes began to show a panicked look - it was not someone else, it was his former master, and the creditor he had betrayed in the past - Grazt, known as the "Dark Prince".

Seeing the arrival of the old leader, this "god of mice and bats" could no longer keep calm. Although He is now staying in His own kingdom of God, he still counts the number of pounds and taels he has. This terrifying being in front of him, even if he is not a god like him, has the power to kill gods...... and motivation.

"Ge...... Don't come, Grazt, my razor is not a vegetarian," said Lyz, "this is my kingdom, and if I ascend to the top, all the prayers and my followers will come and kill you, the demon!"

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