Chapter 222 Zong Qi's Eyes (Thirty-Two)

Pieces of body parts floated to the surface of the water, and the blood dyed the light green sea red.

The death of countless rat sharks frightened the ratmen who had not yet engaged in battle with the Asur. The faint sound of the war drums of the Asur fleet magnified the ratmen's cowardice and panic.

Dozens of times more ratmen warships failed to stop thousands of Asur warships. The martial high elves advanced straight in, and the eagle ships and dragon ships emitting pure light crashed into the ratmen mob.

The impenetrable defense network of dimensional stone shells was broken through by the dragon ships with ease. One eagle ship after another sank in the desperate charge and fell into the seabed together with countless ratman warships.

Unable to turn back, the Asur fleet beat the war drums with all their might, and the soldiers struck the ground with their weapons, echoing the drum sounds.

The rhythmic drum beats echoed each other, and the majestic drum music made the thunder and the roar of the turret seem weak.

Millions of Asur sang praises to the elven father god Asuryan, and the wrath of the Phoenix God scared away the demons that were spying on the battlefield.

In the clouds, the ancient star dragon spread its wings, and the fire of death that fell from the sky cleared the left wing of the Skaven fleet.

The abnormal flow of magic made the elves more anxious, and the captains of each ship rushed deep into the Skaven fleet at all costs, trying to interrupt the abnormally powerful magic of the ratman warlocks.

The long sound of the shrill death knell made Asur's ears bleed, and the strange power contained in the bell sound repeatedly struck the elves' will.

Often, elves fall silently and die spiritually.

The surging ocean suddenly stopped flowing, and the turbulence in the entire vast ocean disappeared.

The warring parties were affected by the strange phenomenon and there was a momentary pause on the battlefield.

The waterspout on one side of the ship cemetery slowly dissipated, and the strong winds and heavy rain also subsided.

The storm protecting the Star Engine is weakening, and the treasure within reach has caused the ratmen to completely lose their minds.

The disaster lords hiding behind the curtain stretched out their claws, and the scorched claws made them realize that some kind of power was still lingering here.

The great demons continued to watch unwillingly, urging the Decayed King who was far away in the Wasted Rat Demon City.

The councillors used their talents to influence the elves' fleet in various ways.

But the Council of Thirteen has never been united.

The powerful Grey Lord summoned a raging dimensional storm, but another councillor summoned a deep shadow that devoured everything.

The shadow engulfed the dimensional storm, and before it could land, the Grey Prophet Lord who was fighting with the elven wizard happened to fall into a disadvantage.

Asur's mages worked together to disperse the Deep Ones, and the powerful fleet moved closer and closer to the Skaven flagship.

Most of the Decayed Kings were paying attention to the front line. A few who noticed the abnormality of the Gray Lords in the rear army turned a blind eye to it.

Lynch held high his blazing scepter and broke through the water beside the Ratman's main ship.

The ratman fleet was afraid to fire at the area where the warlock was.

The Storm Rats guarding the Screaming Death Bell formed a strict halberd formation, but how could the Skaven warriors resist the powerful Lizardmen? The Lizardmen no longer restrained their strength, and just moving around almost caused the ship to fall apart.

The Storm Rats had lost their stability, and no matter how the rat warlords shouted and scolded, they could not make up for the huge gap in power.

The plane where the Skaven Warlock was located floated abnormally. Tsanquilo, who was leading the spell, looked down in fear at the invincible lizardmen in the rat swarm.

In order to prevent themselves from escaping too late, the Grey Prophet desperately extracted the power of the magic circle, and one warlock after another died in the sacrifice before they could even protest.

The scorching sun appeared on the glacier on the west side, and the constantly melting ice was a silent death warrant.

Tsanquiro, the "Greatest Doom", reenacts the feat of the Chaos Sorcerer Malofax, and the thinning ice can no longer imprison the "God of the Mountains".

The howling wind seemed to be shouting the name of the dark messenger, and the huge eyes of the giant beast deep in the ice and rock were brewing another storm.

The dark clouds gathered again, and the lightning and thunderstorms looked like the ferocious horns of an ancient dragon demon.

As the thunderstorm reached its fury, cracks in the glacier became more pronounced and quickly spread across the glacier like a spider web.

Sacrifice has lost its meaning, because the power of darkness is far stronger than mortals can imagine.

Lightning illuminates the ocean again and again, and the distant thunder is like the laughter of gods.

The dark clouds are the harsh faces of the Mighty, mockingly admiring the despair and futile struggles of mortals.

Teclis tried to overdraw his strength and recreate his previous magic.

But before he could sacrifice himself, broken ice splashed, the sea surface was lifted up by the giant god, and a terrifying ancient beast broke out of the ice, and its loud roar could be clearly heard hundreds of miles away.

At the same time, the thunder caused cracks to appear in the sky, and the rage of the "Storm Incarnate" made all things hold their breath.

The Star Dragon pounced on the Dragon Demon again, but without the assistance of many great wizards, the outcome of this fight was doomed from the beginning.

The black thunderstorm clouds rolled endlessly like the ocean in the sky.

The dark roar reached the ears of the cold-blooded champion. The sound of death that was enough to make the nations tremble did not cause Lynch the slightest ripple.

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Lynch tore through the floating plane as he passed the pile of Storm Rat corpses.

The warlocks' corpses turned into powder, and Tsanquilo felt phantom pain at the tip of his tail.

The Grey Prophet opened the portal without hesitation and fled from the battlefield.

Without the power of the warlock, the defeat of the ratmen is only a matter of time.

Lynch looked towards the small storm to the west and saw two huge monsters fighting through the thunder layer.

One by one, the Thoros broke through the water and gathered beside the ratman's main ship.

Compared to when they parted, the number of Thoros has been reduced by more than half.

They will not be able to participate in the next war.

At Lynch's command, the dying lizardmen entered the water again and swam towards Asur's fleet.

Lynch has to get back into the pyramid engine, he needs to get the dagger out.

Maybe these lizardmen warriors can survive until the end of the war, or maybe all of them will die in the final battle.

In any case, they must make use of their last remaining energy.

Lin Qi swam at the front of the legion, striving to reach the suspended pyramid as soon as possible.

The sea monster that blocked the way was killed instantly by the lizardmen, and the tough enemy was held back by Thoros who stayed behind voluntarily.

Bathed in the hail of bullets from the dimensional machine guns, the bloodied soldiers once again broke through the enemy forces, and the hover engines were already faintly visible.

When approaching Asur's eagle ship, under Lynch's command, hundreds of remaining warriors climbed onto the deck of the eagle ship and waited quietly for the final outcome.

Lynch followed the steps of the hover engine, stepped on Druzy's body, and approached the entrance.

Removing the armor stuck in the doorway, the lizardman entered the engine with the empty armor.

The Swordmaster of Hoeth and the long-bearded dwarf sat on the ground undignifiedly, leaning on each other's backs, looking up at the returning lizardmen in surprise and fatigue.

Lynch ignored them and walked to the compartment where the dagger was sealed, unsealed it, and took out the dagger found on the mysterious island.

(End of this chapter)