Chapter 145 The Shadow That Eats Hearts

As if he had vented all his anger on the summoner, Lynch, without saying a word, led the young members of the race and quickened his march through the rainforest.

Strangely, on the way, Lynch discovered traces of the rat warlord he had lost.

Lynch believed that the summoner was a servant of Be'lak.

When he shared his experience, everyone agreed with him.

Demonic magic is the science of summoning, binding, and controlling demons. Of course, it is more common to see demons binding and controlling summoners.

When an ambitious demon prince is motivated to spread his influence in the world, the summoner is the best servant to use.

All it takes is throwing a demon to greedy humans, and they will give everything for a tiny bit of power.

It's a good thing that this greedy servant exposed his master. Lynch has long wanted to meet the Great Unifier.

The Archmage kept gathering the winds of heaven, trying to uncover more clues, but it seemed as if there was another force obscuring everything behind the fog, and Teclis could never get what he wanted.

Glenn told stories of the demon followers he had killed, trying to vent his fear through conversation.

The dwarf began to brag about his experience of banishing a powerful demon, which prompted the elf to retort with disdain.

Then, the two sides started arguing, with the weak human words becoming the embellishment.

"You're just a mountain turtle. I'm afraid you haven't even seen a demon dragon."

"Haha, the pointy-eared sissy actually left the island? I hope you get a chance to see a real war."

"Never mind the dispute between the dwarf and my companion, human. I am very interested in your story. Please continue."

".Just like that, I saved the daughter of the wealthy businessman, but she turned out to be the real devil believer."

"I was in the rain forest on the black day several months ago, fool, and I killed hundreds of bloodletters! I swear on the name of Hoeth."

"You must have had a wet dream, sissy."

".After drinking the tea brought by his daughter, the unfortunate father became pregnant"

"I only dream about your dead body, shorty!"

"You hairless elf, you are just delusional!"

".The descendant of the blasphemer disappeared into the evil power, and the great chanter could not find him. This became a legend in the Nordland. I was fortunate to witness and participate in it."

"Shorty!"

“Thin bean sprouts!”

".Every night, there are cries coming from the walls. I have visited many Nord families, but I have never found the cursed child. There are still pregnant women giving birth to dead babies with missing hearts, but we are powerless."

"I'll pull out your beard sooner or later!"

"Until then, I'm going to braid my panties out of your hair!"

Soon, the quarrel turned into mutual insults, and the sound of weapons clashing could be heard from time to time.

Before Teclis could try to stop them, Lynch noticed something unusual and pulled him over to study the mark of the demon cult on the ground.

It was a purple rose specimen, strangely not devoured by the rainforest.

The noise affected the archmage's thinking. Teclis couldn't stand it anymore, so he made a gesture and used magic to block the four chattering teammates.

They opened and closed their mouths silently, still continuing their argument, but no sound came out.

The first ray of morning light pierced the darkness, and when the darkness dissipated, Lynch felt something was wrong.

At some point, the air turned a light yellow-green color.

They don't seem to be strongly harmful, but the subtle changes are equally terrifying.

As if the existence behind the scenes was aware of the exposure of the disease, the light yellow-green color suddenly became richer, causing the jungle to wither and the rocks to weather.

There was a whispering sound approaching.

Lynch is not afraid of disease, Teclis has the protection of the Moon Staff, and coincidentally, the susceptible guy is protected in disguise by the magical blockade.

Seven bloated figures appeared in the thick fog. They were originally humans, but now they looked more like Nurgle demons.

Is this the work of the Great Unifier's Disease Cult, or another Daemon of Nurgle?

Lynch couldn't be sure whether Bilak, who had been blessed by the four gods, had corresponding worshippers.

Demon worshippers woodenly praise the Plague Lord and the "Master of Flu".

Teclis prepared his magic, and with the power of light and fire that came with the dawn, he ignited the uncleanness and burned the mist.

These demon worshippers continued the hymn in the flames with steady voices.

More whispers sounded in the distance, coming from all directions.

The four hot-bloods had stopped fooling around. They took a defensive stance, protecting each other with their backs.

The latest novel is published first on Liu9shuba!

In the darkness that has not been driven away by the rising sun, there seem to be countless shadows dancing.

Soon, a faint scent of musk was brought by the wind, allowing Teclis to call upon the wind of light once again to protect the warriors' minds.

The oriental singing voice was missing a corner, replaced by the exposed sensuality.

At first, Sorian thought that a group of female dwarves had arrived, but when he blinked, the fat and strong female dwarves suddenly turned into ugly and slender figures.

The transformation of the beauty and the beast frightened the dwarf, but fortunately, except for the lizardman, the other teammates were more or less affected, and Pointy Ears did not notice Sorian's ugly appearance.

This allowed him to save his already limited face.

The succubi danced, killing Nurgle followers as they danced.

The great wizard gathered his magic power, but suddenly saw a world made of rocks, flesh and blood.

In a space that does not belong to reality, countless demons are fighting each other.

The fat Prince of Nurgle flapped his wings to avoid the dancing succubus on the ground.

A keeper of secrets in pitch-black armor cooperated with the succubus to constantly block the movement of the Prince of Nurgle.

The vision flashed by, and when Lynch had cleared out the enemies attacking from the north, the archmage had also prepared his magic.

Fire rained down from the sky, setting the jungle on fire, burning the plague, and scorching the banshee who was fighting a bloody battle with the warriors.

The numb followers of Nurgle exploded into a mess, but the flames erased any traces they left behind.

On the northeast side of the battlefield, a piece of moss on the ground was pushed open, and a fat ratman took advantage of the quiet after the rain of fire had stopped, suddenly jumped out and fled to the east.

Lynch pierced the body of the last succubus and chased after the ratman without hesitation.

More ratmen crawled out from the ground, as if they had lost their minds, and rushed towards Lynch without knowing whether to live or die.

Lynch easily broke through the rat tide and caught up with the fat rat man, but after swinging his stick, it was still not the rat warlord who died.

Another slave rat exchanged positions with the warlord and appeared in front of Lynch, while the warlord took the opportunity to escape further away.

The jungle gradually became younger, the trees were no longer so tall, and Lynch smelled the salty sea breeze.

Gradually, beyond the sparse vegetation, he saw the ocean.

A boat half emerged from the sea, but Lynch was not sure if it could be considered a boat.

It was a huge whale with its body hollowed out, its back devoid of flesh and skin, and a funny red flag fluttering in the sea breeze between the interlaced whale bones.

(End of this chapter)