Chapter 292: The Last Light (Twenty)

No Chaos Warrior could survive a round in front of Lynch. The corpses were scattered on the ground along the direction of the Lizardmen's advance. For some reason, the heads of these corpses all looked blankly at the Lizardmen who were advancing in the killing, and their line of sight shifted with the movement of the Lizardmen.

The sense of the vision did not pull him away from the killing, and no matter what he faced next, he had the will to fight it.

Before that, all he had to do was to put an end to the ancient saint's creation that had gone astray.

Lynch raised the scepter and was about to kill another Chaos Warrior in front of him, when a buzzing noise suddenly pierced his hearing. He felt himself suddenly become smaller in that instant, and in the next instant, he found himself in a pitch-black environment as if by an illusion.

This shouldn't be the case, the darkness couldn't block his sight.

The moldy grains gave off a pungent odor, and Lynch felt himself beginning to feel panic. He savored this familiar feeling and distinguished between reality and illusion.

The perspective that Lynch saw at this moment did not belong to him. He became another person at that moment.

The scepter fell down cleanly, and just as the tip of the scepter cut through the Chaos Warrior's head armor and burst out his brains, the world seemed to come to a standstill again, and Lynch saw a scene that did not belong to him at this moment.

It was still dark, but a pair of blood-red eyes appeared at the end of "his" sight. Lynch was familiar with the greed in those eyes. The blood-red eyes of the ratmen were always filled with pain and greed.

Fear and despair struck Lynch's soul again and again, just like a breeze carrying distant despair, washing over the lizard man's unshakable body.

He heard sobbing and praying in the darkness, the tender voice of a little girl, praying to the gods of this land over and over again.

No god responded to her, because all the gods were already in trouble.

As her bloodshot eyes approached impatiently, she began to call upon foreign gods, no matter if it was the "Lord of the Wilderness", the "God of the North", or the "Guardian of the Empire", no god responded to her.

The "Goddess of Mercy" did not appear to her, and the authority of the "God of the Dead" was limited to the dead.

She is just a mortal, an insignificant individual.

Her request for help was in vain. In the darkness, there was only a little girl sobbing in fear, and an evil creature that she could not resist. She began to try out names that she didn't know were good and evil.

The bloodshot eyes were already within reach. No matter how she hit with her weak fists or pushed with her powerless legs and feet, she could not avoid the inevitable death.

Pain appeared along with the gnawing sounds of rodents. At the last moment when the vision faded, which was also the most desperate moment for the dying person, Lynch heard her last prayer.

"Father, save me!"

The stagnant world began to flow again, and the lizardmen continued to slaughter with concentration, not being disturbed by the illusion.

Every time he killed a Chaos Warrior, a similar illusion appeared. They either struggled in despair or became numb in despair. In the end, everything came down to the same cry - Father Nurgle.

The chaotic scene blocked the lizard man's vision, but he did not need vision to continue killing. The prayers and cries of countless people pierced through the fighting and roaring on the battlefield.

The souls that died in despair filled Lynch's hearing with their last cries, but he also didn't need to hear.

The fight must continue.

The mechanical fight lasted for a long time. With the help of hunting perception, Lynch suddenly crashed into the Chaos Lord who was rushing towards him. At the moment the enemy approached, he activated "In a flash" and used his extraordinary reaction and speed to cut the Chaos Lord in half.

Short bursts don’t last, but they don’t need to last.

The remaining Chaos Warriors continued their war against a living being in vain, hopelessly turning into half a bloody thigh or a skull with a gap on the top of its head.

Scattered debris littered the ground. Although his efficiency was not high, Lynch persevered and completed the killing at another dawn.

The chaotic scene suddenly disappeared, and countless heads rolling in a pile of blood on the ground cast numb and desperate glances at Lynch. They opened and closed their mouths, and even those broken heads with nothing left in their mouths were trying their best to make sounds.

They repeated the screams in Lynch's ears, as well as calls that did not belong to them.

All of Lynch's scales trembled at this moment, reminding the consciousness that dominated this body.

It's time to run away, because He is watching.

The lizard man pushed aside all dissuasion and confronted the omnipresent gaze with caution.

The cries of dying humans in my ears gradually became uniform, and they all made a common voice: "Turn back!"

Millions of desperate people shouted to Lynch, their emotions washed over the Lizardmen's souls like a tsunami, but they did not arouse a trace of pity.

"You are no longer yourself." They stated the facts in a wailing voice, but it did not make the lizard man repent.

He had to make changes, and all his resistance was to resist the owner behind these voices.

"You can't save them."

"Turn back! North!"

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Lynch really couldn't save them. When he learned that the Chaos Lords were scattered, he knew that no one could save the kingdom.

He could kill one Chaos army, but there were more than one Chaos army wreaking havoc in various places. He didn't even have enough time to hurry, let alone continue the slaughter.

He couldn't save everyone who was still resisting, and he acknowledged that fact.

"I don't need to save them, I just need to eliminate all invaders. Get out of here! Lord of Plague! I am not a creature that needs to beg you for help."

One sigh after another echoed endless sighs, and together they conveyed the enlightenment from the God of all things.

"You weren't like this at the beginning."

"Turn back! Head north, and return to your original form!"

Further north of the Norse Peninsula is the Shadow Continent. The closer you get to the poles, the less the creatures are like they were at the beginning. They have all been changed by the chaotic energy that has poured into reality.

Mammoths were not originally man-eating monsters, the dragons in the north originally had only one head, and the giants were not ugly beasts covered with pustules.

To the north? For those who still want to retain their own independent thinking, there is no way out.

Lynch ignored everything around him calmly. Silence itself was the best response.

Countless cries intertwined with blasphemous words, and He said earnestly: "Do you still want to continue on the path of killing? You can't destroy anything, but only your lost self."

It is also true that even if Lynch is powerful enough to fight against the Four Gods, he cannot destroy them unless he kills all self-thinking beings in all realms, including Lynch himself.

Isil includes everything, even Lynch's ongoing rebellion.

They are getting stronger because Lynch is getting stronger and the outsiders are getting stronger.

(End of this chapter)