Chapter 158: Morr's Servant (Updated on 10.7)

Zombie dragons and terrifying beasts swarmed towards the towering figure, but were easily crushed by the boiling white flames.

Even the crawling undead beasts could not stop him from approaching Nagash, and it seemed that nothing could stop him.

Nagash was completely panicked. The figure approached him again after two thousand years.

The bronze armor was already damaged, and only a rag remained of the wolfskin cloak, but the white flames on his body became more and more vigorous.

He no longer looked like a human, but more like a ball of white fire that would never go out.

The hammer named Ghaal-Maraz roared and rushed towards Nagash with divine flames.

The thunder-like war cry spanned time and today, two thousand years later, it once again echoed in Nagash's ears.

"I am Sigmar! The founder of the empire! The slayer of orcs!"

The spiritual fire in Nagash's eyes was almost extinguished. It abandoned its body without hesitation, carrying one of the Nine Volumes of Nagash, and turned into a black shadow, rushing towards the end of the eastern sky.

The shrill curse caused large tracts of rainforest to wither. Nagash cursed his enemy named Sigmar, cursing the existence that had destroyed his plans twice.

As Nagash disappeared into the night, its echoes gradually faded, and the undead spirits that had lost control were easily dispersed by the archmage.

"Sigma" stood in the ruins, looking towards the east in confusion.

When Nagash's power completely faded, the phantom on Lynch also disappeared.

Obviously, the "Immortal" cursed the wrong target, and it was just scaring itself all along.

Lynch returned to his teammates tiredly, only to find that one of them was missing.

The witch hunter kept gazing at the sight with reverence, the blood in his throat still fresh, and on his hand was the blood-stained holy emblem of Sigmar.

Sorian held a dwarf funeral for Glenn. Glenn's hatred had been wiped out and he could proudly go to meet his ancestors.

But the dwarf's hatred remains, and he will continue to move forward until he erases the hatred he carries, or puts an end to it with his own death.

The legend of the "Orphan Maker" has come to an end, but Lynch knows that the danger is not gone.

Nagash has returned, and the Changing Ones are lurking in the shadows, stirring up a dark tide.

Even if Lynch doesn't look for them, they will find him sooner or later.

In truth, demons have never gone away, and it is they who have made the Mortal Realm into this horrible state it is today.

Lynch led the hot-blooded people north for a distance and set up camp on the spot.

They had to return to their normal routine; it was no longer safe to travel at night.

The evil moon and the white moon hung together in the sky, quietly looking down at the world.

In the Old World, Marienburg, a prophet in a black robe walked out of the tavern at the dock.

The brilliance of the Evil Moon Morslieb made the dock area unusually quiet.

The whispering fear was normal, after all, there were many dead people wandering the streets in the first half of the night. Fortunately, the local sheriff's gunpowder was advanced enough.

People huddled in their houses and whispered, talking in oblique ways about the sudden appearance of the dead souls at midnight.

Eugen More's servant glanced at the cowering drunks in the tavern and smiled darkly and deliberately.

He faced the tavern, pointed at Xie Yue, and loudly declared his piety in a deliberately exaggerated voice.

"Are you afraid of Morslieb? Listen! There is nothing to be afraid of. The Mysterious Night happens every year, and the god of death Mor will always protect us."

Eugen certainly wasn't afraid of the Evil Moon. As the most knowledgeable stranger, he knew the origin of the Evil Moon.

Of course, to be on the safe side, Eugen deliberately forgot some knowledge when he found himself in this world.

In the small building opposite the tavern, Eugen noticed several prying eyes.

He knew that it was the local foreigner organization that was observing him.

But he had no interest in the unity of the other world. The leader of that organization did not seem like a good person, and Eugen always suspected that she had been captured by a great fraudster.

Admiring the drunkards' fear, Eugen raised his hands fanatically, revealing the sacrificial dagger and protective sickle at his waist.

He was like every pastor whose mind was possessed by fanaticism, standing ostentatiously under the evil moon and shouting at the top of his voice.

"What are you waiting for? Come! Let us shout at midnight, Maul! Maul! Maul!"

This provocative act of darkness completely frightened the onlookers.

"Sigma protects me!"

"Mad! Mad Eugen! Get out of Marienburg!"

"Shaurya! Please have mercy! Don't let this madman attract the monster."

The secret prying disappeared. It seemed that even though they were strangers, they did not want to accept a fearless "fanatic".

This was exactly what Eugen had been expecting. He recalled the divine revelation made public by the "Gatekeeper" and the dream he had seen.

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He took out the silver coins he had and counted them, and found that they were just enough to buy a ticket to the new world.

There is no doubt that this is a coincidence.

Of course, it can also be considered as More's divine revelation. If someone asks about it, Eugen will take the opportunity to reinforce others' prejudice against him.

Only Eugen knew that he was not Morr's prophet. All signs showed that he was an oracle, an unawakened oracle.

He must hide this identity! On the way to the captain's base, Eugen scanned the low houses on both sides of the road and successfully found a boy huddled beside a candlelight.

With the help of a second sight, Eugen determined that the boy was exactly ten years old.

With a malicious and gloating smile on his face, he approached the house.

The shadow blocked the firelight from the wooden window from flowing into the darkness, and also attracted the child's attention.

He clenched the Holy Symbol of Sigmar tightly and was trembling, and was almost frightened to tears by the shadow approaching the house in the middle of the night.

The child subconsciously wanted to call for his parents, but was afraid of alerting the monster.

The eerie tone brought the boy the widely circulated doomsday prophecy.

".The Anointed One wears the crown! The minions of Chaos gather in his shadow. Daemons gather upon the mortal realm to bring about the final destruction of the world. All will die, and there will be no survivors."

The boy opened his eyes wide as he listened to the horrific prophecy. Finally, he could no longer bear the oppression brought by the ghosts he imagined and burst into tears.

The crying alarmed the boy's parents and other residents.

Patches of fire lit up, and amid the noise, people thought that monsters had attacked the streets, so they picked up their weapons and prepared to muster up the courage to unite and face the enemy.

The prophet outside the house accomplished his mission, and walked away quickly with a strange smile, fearing that he would be caught.

God bless him, Eugen is just carrying out the purpose of the "End of the World Prophecy Society".

The founder with a watery brain believed that More's prophet should travel around the empire and present the apocalyptic prophecy to all ten-year-old human children to warn the world.

Children will eventually grow up, and when they become adults, the shadows of their childhood will always whip them, making them realize the horror of the power of chaos.

There is no doubt that this purpose attracted Eugen.

He decisively joined the "End Times Prophecy Society".

This was the hundredth child he had alerted, and Eugen would always remember him.

If Eugen could return from the New World, he would definitely come to see whether this child took his prophecy seriously.

(End of this chapter)