Chapter 267 Wasteland

The meeting quickly got to the point. Foreigners from all over the country made their judgments as objectively as possible around the current situation in Kislev, so that everyone's vision would not be limited to one corner.

"The border boyars of the Western States can withstand this invasion of Kazaka if there are only about 10,000 Norse raiders."

"The gods of the Far North will not launch a large-scale invasion in the short term. The last 'Eternal Chosen' has only been dead for 19 years. Kislev can hold on."

"Mr. Vodka, there are no rules in this world. It is hard to guarantee that there won't be a Chaos Lord leading his army south. If this invasion is just a precursor, Kislev will face the crisis of national destruction."

"The Empire's 'Light of Doom' organization has sent us an invitation. If the Kingdom of Kislev cannot survive, perhaps we can seek refuge in the Empire. You know, we don't have to accompany Kislev into destruction."

"I agree with Mr. Fireworks. It's always good to have a way out."

"I have no right to interfere with your choice, but I will face the final outcome together with Kislev."

"Mr. Vodka, you shouldn't get too involved in this world. Only when you are alive can you have hope."

"But we are already in this world, my friends. This land has nurtured me for ten years. This is an indisputable fact."

"Second, if the situation is really dire and irreversible, I will mobilize a rebel army in the Southern States. Brother, I will not escape from my identity in this world because he is me."

"Sorry to bother you, gentlemen. The civil war between the Eastern and Southern States will destroy this country before the Chaos Army. We all know that although Catherine and the Lamia family are at odds, she has the support of half of the Lamia family."

"Bloody Katrin's current actions are contrary to the ideas of Neferata, the founder of the Lahmia family. Perhaps we can ask Neferata for help with the help of Mr. Black Sword and Mr. Iron Axe."

"Neferata will kill them both! The Lamia family is supposed to have only female vampires, but they are two men!"

"Ms. Marshmallow, I know a magic trick that can turn these two gentlemen into women."

"Loban, hold on, brother!"

"Black Sword, go on your own. I may have to stay here."

"Don't be discouraged! Ersun! We have escaped, and Katrin failed to catch us. Hey! Brother, hold on, the Castaing family must have a way to fight against the silver trauma! Open your eyes, brother, don't give up!"

At the border between Ostermark and Kislev, in the Griffin Forest, Ilya held the weak Loban in his arms and hid in the cracks between fallen trees and boulders to avoid the eyes of pursuers.

The two warriors who were once so glorious were now in a very miserable state. Their armor was thrown away during the escape, and the standard battle axe guarded by Kreml was also broken in the battle.

There was a shocking scar from Loban's heart to his right leg. Rancid black blood kept flowing out, soaking the only coarse linen clothes left on his body.

They were almost escaping from the clutches of the Tsarina. The empire's town was just on the edge of the Griffin Forest, and the Tsar's minions would never dare to enter Reverend Moore's territory.

Elijah took out a jug of human blood and fed it to Loban, but the dying vampire refused to eat and tried his best to stop his companion's behavior.

"My friend, it's a pleasure to meet you. The three years I worked with you were the happiest three years of my life. It's a pity that I can't fight against the end with you two hundred years from now."

Elijah said nothing, pinching Loban's jaw angle, trying to force Iron Axe to open his mouth, but Loban simply covered the opening of the wine jug.

"Don't be like this. No amount of blood can heal my wounds, but this blood can allow you to reach Sylvania province safely. Death is not the end. Keep fighting with me, brother!"

Weakness caused Loban's right hand to tremble constantly, and Elijah fell into a deathly silence, just watching his companion's eyes gradually lose their vitality.

The light is lost forever in the vast white snow. The sun will not illuminate the glaciers north of Norsca. Only endless blizzards and thunderstorms linger here.

The endless Hell Peak Mountains blocked Ulric's rule over the north. Tal's domain stopped at the edge of the mountains, and Mor could not guard the dreams in the extreme cold.

Everything of civilization was left behind by the suspension engine, and Lynch broke into the realm of chaos.

The Norse wilderness gave the Lizardmen a severe lesson almost the moment Lynch crashed into it.

At first, there was only a flash of blood on the dark snow. A bad premonition roared in Lynch's heart, and soon it became a reality.

Below the suspended pyramid, the snow cracked like a monster's mouth, revealing the surging magma inside.

The flames formed into long and thin tongues, licking the passers-by above. Fortunately, the ancient saints' creations have always been solid and reliable. The flames that covered Lynch's vision only washed away the snow on the pyramid.

The cold wind lingered in front of the pyramid with ill intentions, whistling to the mountains and the ground, telling the mortals what was unexpected.

The snow-capped mountain shook off the snow on its body while laughing, leaving only white crystals like fur. It is also alive.

The mountains were conversing loudly to one another, and from time to time the snowflakes in the sky were whispering in unison.

"Here he comes, the child of the Ancient One."

"Come on! A little further north, that's it!"

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"The truth of the world is across the ocean, further north, kid, we won't stop you."

"Go to the Far North. The Gate of the Ancient Saints stands in the center of the Far North continent."

The lizard man's eyes stopped moving briefly, and almost instantly drove away the confusion and hesitation.

The ancient language of the cold-blooded race was amplified by the suspended pyramid, wandering among the mountains, stirring up layers of echoes.

"Monster! Show me your ugly claws! I'm right here!"

The echo was twisted into a shrill soliloquy in the freezing cold, and it came alive.

The invisible monster returned to the surroundings of the suspension engine, and Lynch's shouts blurred into inhuman mutterings.

It told Lynch: "The mortal realm and the Chaos Realm are one, and there is no boundary between the Supreme Heaven and the mortal world.

Come back! Child, go to the far north, through the Shadow Continent, the Ancient Saint is on the other side of the door! "

The heresy successfully aroused Lynch's anger. The reason they resisted and fought was to protect the original appearance of the mortal world and prevent Isil from directly annexing the mortal world.

The end will come when the mortal world and the Supreme Heaven merge into one, and the end will come when the kingdom of Ithil becomes reality.

"The Ancient Saint is dead!"

The lizard man's resolute cry shocked the mountains. The cold wind stopped in the sky and the mountains fell into hesitation.

There have never been such seekers, and since the "Great Cataclysm", when they were born, there have never been such rebels.

(End of this chapter)