Chapter 454 Funeral

Probably because it was often robbed by the beastmen, or maybe some other mess, or simply because Sigmar was not well received in the local area.

A temple stands on the north side of the road, halfway between Lynch and Vismond.

The stone walls of the Temple of Sigmar are covered with scratches, holes and cracks can be seen everywhere. What's worse is its dome. It is better to be outside in the rain than to hide inside on a rainy day.

As you can imagine, there are no priests.

Passersby will only look at it with pity and indignation, instead of trying to repair it.

No one came to church at all.

Lynch soon arrived at the city gate of Vismond. Since it was daytime, the vehicle was allowed to pass after a simple inspection.

Since there was nothing interesting to see in the town, Lynch was too lazy to walk around.

This is not the base of a certain knightly order. If we insist, there must be several Mor knights in the local Mor temple, and the White Wolf Knight will also wander around the White Wolf shrine.

This kind of temple knight can be found next to every shrine.

The only specialty here is probably the wood from the next forest, but the problem is that every village built in Duncanwald Forest has such a specialty.

The passing vehicles and merchants from Middenheim and Kronborg maintained the last bit of decency in Vismond, which at least gave it relatively new residential buildings and a barely passable stone wall.

Compared to the town of Sakaar, Vismond was not neglected by businessmen, but it also did not have the same unique geographical advantages as the town of Sakaar to develop a well-known knighthood of the "Sons of Manawe".

Perhaps because of the departure of the dwarf, Eugen was still immersed in grief. As soon as he moved into the inn, he shut himself in the room, just like a second Teclis.

Lynch was bored so he left the city and took a walk around the area.

There's nothing much to see except trees and more trees.

Lynch walked north for an unknown number of kilometers, with grass and trees rapidly flying behind him. Half an hour later, Lynch saw a long mountain range stretching to the northeast.

It is probably the intermittent remnant of the Central Mountains in the west, which blocks the greenskins further north.

After Lynch climbed over the mountain, he searched the valley and only found the remaining spores and a few scattered goblin tribes.

After sending them to see the two gods, the bored lizardmen returned along the same route and returned to Vismond near dusk.

Lynch overturned his previous judgment at this time. The oracle was mixed in the tavern in a noisy manner. When he came back, Eugen seemed to have fooled a lot of fools.

He didn't miss Sorian at all because he had made new friends.

The quiet time lasted until midnight, the town was not as lively as Middenheim during the night, people were leaving in twos and threes, and eventually the whole town was plunged into darkness.

Lynch could hear snoring everywhere, and if they were not disturbed, the mortals would have a peaceful night.

In order to keep this peace going, Lynch killed several groups of beastmen who tried to climb over the city wall and enter the town to steal things while on guard.

Threats are everywhere. Lynch also uncovered several thefts along the way. The thieves who tried to steal were thrown outside the city wall. As for whether they can return safely tomorrow, it depends on whether the God they believe in is willing to forgive them.

At this time, only the Temple of More was still open for business, serving the dead.

A burst of rapid crying shook the silence. The death of mortals is so natural. Even without external troubles, disease and aging will take away their vitality.

No one was watching. A light came on in the town, and two strong men opened the door, holding self-defense equipment, and ran quickly towards the Temple of More on the outskirts of the city.

Lynch could sense that some mortals were awakened by the noise, but they just stood in the house vigilantly with crossbows in their hands, looking towards the street.

Before a disaster that can really harm them happens, they would probably rather sit back and watch.

A priest in black robes and holding a black book hurriedly followed the men to the dead body.

A hymn about death sang in silence: "We mourn for the dead. No matter how great or small they were, they had hope. At the end of their dreams, they died and went to the deepest dream."

Whatever his previous identity, he did get a decent burial.

Perhaps initially Pastor More only held burial ceremonies everywhere to prevent the dead from resurrecting. They provided blessings for every soul that was about to die or had just died. As for whether those souls could safely reach the kingdom of the dead, More's prophets in the world said that the souls had nothing to do with them, and the souls only belonged to More. Whether they could cross the gate of the dead depended on More's will.

But Lynch knew that it didn't matter whether the soul belonged to Mor, because even the patron god of the dead had to wrestle with the gods of chaos.

In order to prevent the fragile mortal souls from being affected by other forces first, Lynch isolated himself from other influences. At this time, he was closest to the deceased, and even the Four Gods of Chaos had no time to compete with him.

Lin Qi didn't have to wait any longer. A deep silhouette, deeper than the darkness, fell into the world. Black crows were hovering in the night sky. They didn't have blood-red evil eyes. There was only calm indifference and unpredictable contemplation in their eyes.

Lynch seemed to hear the sound of sand falling from the hourglass and smell the fragrance of roses.

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An unprecedented tranquility permeates Lynch's world. Shadows no longer bar their fangs and claws, and the wind-blown forest no longer laughs and dances like a devil.

Everything in the world calmed down and entered a peaceful dream, and at the edge of the dream was death.

It's time to let go, Lynch knows this very well.

The ignorant soul disappeared in the next moment. The crows cried miserably and sang elegy under the night, echoing the pastor's singing on the ground.

It will probably go to the legendary More Gardens and become one of the black roses.

Mortals might regard this as a beautiful destination, but Lynch knows that even death cannot bring peace to mortals. Mor's kingdom of God is in the sky, which is also known as the Chaos Demon Realm.

They simply became bricks and mortar of the fortress, walls or soldiers to fight against the demons.

A breeze carrying the scent of flowers blew over Lynch. He seemed to want to say something, but his connection with the mortal world was too weak, not even as strong as Yurik's.

Perhaps it is because Yurik still has the sacred fire burning in the world.

The crows' cries changed slightly, and blood flashed in their sharp eyes.

One by one, the birds flew to the roof and looked down at the lizardmen on the ground. It was not an illusion, they saw Lynch.

".Don't go"

The power of the dream retreated first, and Mor's tentacles reaching out to the human world were driven away by a more evil and vast divine power.

The crows took to the sky playfully and circled around the town.

Their triumph ultimately didn't last long, as Lynch turned them into roast birds.

(End of this chapter)