What's it like to transmigrate to a world that will inevitably be destroyed?
Lin Qi said he didn't want to know.
Not only did he transmigrate to a world of despair, but he also ...
Chapter 117 The Hatching Pool and the Source of Loss
The panic on the two bald hot-blooded faces suddenly solidified, and a more pink and tender skin replaced their epidermis, and their slender figure gradually took on the characteristics of men.
Lynch knew that they had become them, and those who had affairs with the devil would eventually be replaced and devoured by the devil.
The enchanting musk spread with their breath, but unfortunately they were facing their demon nemesis.
Lynch could guess that through their acts of blasphemy, these demons had complete dominion over mortals.
I'm afraid we will face many visitors from the Chaos Realm next, and the hot-blooded people are not alone.
The flames spread through the camp, and the smoke engulfed the blood mist.
Lynch walked out of the ruins of the camp, crossing the fire and smoke, sparks illuminating his vertical pupils burning with anger.
This rage was not extinguished by the screams of the hot-bloods; it would continue to burn until all invaders were burned.
Lynch could no longer tolerate these idiots. Coincidentally, this killing path coincided with his route to the north.
From Talaxland to Hesiota, Lynch wants to raze all the camps of the hot-blooded people and use their blood to embellish the star map.
The jungle was full of Skinks tending to the wounded or dead Warmbloods.
Under their reverent gaze, Lynch slowly moved northward to the next hot-blood colony camp.
There are more mangroves in the coastal rainforest. Walking under the tall fern leaves, Lynch strangely discovered a turbid pond.
The golden bricks piled around it have disappeared, and the bubbling pool is deserted.
This is the hatchery.
Judging from the pattern, this should be the pond used to hatch Skink Hunters.
Of course, it is abandoned.
These damaged hatchery pools are everywhere and there is no possibility of repair. After losing maintenance, many of them have been completely swallowed up by the jungle and no trace of their former glory can be seen.
The only ones who possess the relevant knowledge are the oldest magic toad and the ancient saints who have passed away.
During the Cataclysm, all of the first generation of Slann died in battle, and the remaining priests were separated from the living by a thin layer of mist.
The reason why the cold-blooded are so focused on collecting the ancient saints' stone tablets is that they want to discover the lost knowledge and piece together the ancient saints' complete plan.
If they want to rebuild their former glory, they must recover the knowledge to repair the hatcheries and to build them.
If this lost knowledge is recovered, even if the Maelstrom disappears, the cold-blooded species can continue to fight endless demons for decades until the younger species find a new way out.
Sadly, there are fewer and fewer hatcheries left, and the day of restoration seems a long way off.
Hatching pools have always been the top priority targets of Chaos Forces. Those exposed hatching pools are either contaminated by the plague or violently filled by demons.
Once a precision instrument is damaged, it will be difficult to continue operating.
After the Cataclysm, there are no more hatching sites in the wild that can produce normally.
Even the hatching pools within the city were closed due to various factors, resulting in a decreasing number of newly born cold-blooded species.
Lynch hopes that the "Lost" has left behind relevant knowledge, so that after completing his mission, he will not only be able to obtain Shilan's full support, he will even have the hope of implementing the bloodiest elimination plan.
As long as the hatching problem is solved and there is a steady supply of warriors who are born adults, the Cold-Blooded Empire will no longer be lost.
This idea is actually very likely to come true. Ashoranka is one of the ancient saints who created the cold-blooded species. If he left any words, there must be relevant information.
But Lynch stubbornly considered the worst-case scenario and prepared himself mentally for it, without expecting the ancient relics to be too powerful.
The world has become bad enough because of the devil. He cannot hold out hope and must always be prepared to perish along with the enemy.
Carrying that glimmer of hope would make him weak, which Lynch would not allow.
He has no need to retreat, he walks on the path of the ancient saints until his death.
Lynch paused his march and took Teclis to study the incubation pool, trying to reach the extraordinary with mortal knowledge.
Sadly, this is like a primitive man trying to understand the engines that power a spacecraft.
Even the knowledgeable Slan was at a loss for words, let alone the lizardmen whose muscles were far heavier than their knowledge.
Post-biotic species like elves find it even more difficult to crack the ancient secrets, but the Grand Master deconstructed the special substance that contaminated the incubation pool and created a new life spell for himself.
However, this talent was of no use to Lynch. Seeing that Asur was exhausted, he simply set up camp on the spot.
Lynch lazily let himself bathe in Kotego's rays, lying on the huge tree stump that had been flattened by the scepter.
An unlucky cold lizard is today's lunch. It is a circle larger than Lynch. This giant velociraptor is big enough to carry a lizard man.
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Many powerful Lizardmen will violently tame Cold Lizards. Except for those Lizardmen riders who are born with a close relationship with Cold Lizards, Cold Lizards do not get close to other creatures and can only be driven temporarily.
Druzy found a way to tame cold lizards with drugs, which once caused the cold-blooded species to suffer a great loss. Then the skin lizard trainers updated the training methods... and they also had different ways to drive the cold lizards.
Lynch prefers the brutality of the Tyrannosaurus Rex to the evil Cold Lizard.
Maybe it’s because of the genetic relationship between the Lizardmen and the Tyrannosaurus Rex... Yes, Thoros is more like a small dinosaur, while Stenker is more like a lizard.
Or maybe he just has a thing for giant reptiles.
This is the most proud creation of the ancient saint Ichi. It is covered with muscles and hard and thick keratin skin, depicting the primitive aesthetics of violence.
Their short forelimbs have been modified and are now strong enough to easily tear through thick steel plates.
This may be Lynch's rare hobby. Every time he sees other Thors rushing to the battlefield with their Tyrannosaurus comrades, he secretly prays to Ichi, praying that he can get a Tyrannosaurus that is willing to accept a rider partner.
An adult Tyrannosaurus Rex cannot be tamed and can only be temporarily controlled. This is an iron rule verified by animal trainers of all races with countless bones... Lynch scoffed at this. It is certainly not feasible to put a collar on a wild beast.
There are many examples... controlled Tyrannosaurus rex ripped open their cages, slaughtered the cargo ships that carried them, and disappeared into the ocean.
If one has a will that is strong enough to override the bloodthirsty nature of the Tyrannosaurus Rex, there is a chance to make it surrender on a spiritual level.
This is also the secret for lucky scar veterans or ancient blood warriors to control Tyrannosaurus.
Unlike other creatures' fear of Tyrannosaurus, Lynch's desire for it is like a dream.
It's always like this with Thors. They are more likely to regard the terrifying top predator, the Tyrannosaurus, which can give other creatures nightmares, as a relative.
If he had a Tyrannosaurus Rex, Lynch would be willing to take it to hunt flying dragons every day and feed it until it was full.
The great wizard disturbed Lynch's sweet dream. He came over tactlessly and told his lazy listeners about his adventures.
The Swordmaster of Hoth was busy on guard and baking, and no Asur was willing to let Lynch show off his superb cooking skills.
Amid the pleasant sizzling sound of the barbecue, Teclis judged his insignificant first half of his life.
(End of this chapter)