Chapter 410 Resurrection

Lin Qi knew that great demons were often sent back to the Chaos Realm by mortals using mortal objects, but this was the first time he saw a champion with terrible curse power being defeated by four mortals.

Lynch would not be surprised even if he was killed by the explosion of the gunpowder magazine.

This minion of Chaos should have become the nightmare of an entire region, a bizarre legend that lasted for a long time, but now it lies in a small ceremony room.

He may have escaped, or at least part of him has escaped. Now Lynch only has eighteen copies, but there should be hundreds of them.

This is not surprising. This is the Shadow Forest. The Empire's army obviously didn't care about the fall of this town. Who knows what this place was like hundreds of years ago? The Empire at that time didn't care about a small border town. Maybe the one who destroyed this place in the Empire's records was not an external enemy, but a certain Elector who was questioned at the time.

Lynch did not see this guy's figure in the oil painting at the time. A cursed oil painting could not contain a stronger curse. Perhaps there was someone else who broke into the city. The Chaos Powers always like to fight among themselves. Who knows whether those beastmen and this unlucky guy are in a cooperative or hostile relationship?

There is still a part of it left here. Based on this, Lynch speculated that this champion was also an uninvited guest to those beastmen.

Obviously, this guy was too confident. He should at least bring the army with him so that he would have a chance to escape if he encountered danger instead of putting himself in danger.

After knowing the source, Lynch no longer cared about the safety of the meat. He used his scepter to push aside pieces of cloth and kicked them together with his feet.

He wanted to see Aikonde.

For a long time, Aikonde has been wandering in the darkness.

There were originally one hundred and twenty-eight of him wandering in the darkness, but now there are only eighteen left.

Every Akonde envied those companions who disappeared, whether they died completely or returned to freedom.

Wandering in the darkness almost drove them crazy, but they didn't dare give up hope. Who knew if this was just a small test from the God of Change? They couldn't touch each other, but each wanted to devour the other.

This reminded Akonde of his days in the Arctic Wastes, when the Chaos Lords of Tzeentch were doing the same thing.

Their god needs change, and Tzeentch cannot accept a believer who is content with the status quo.

He was incomplete and he knew that fact. He had been torn apart since the accident.

No matter how difficult it was, he was trying to get past the invisible blockade and eat himself in the darkness. He hadn't succeeded so far, and now it seemed like something unexpected had happened.

When the eighteen Aikonde were gathered together by an invisible force, they knew that fate had already given the answer.

Without hesitation, the champions in fluid-colored armor threw themselves at each other, tearing each other's flesh with their teeth and beating the same-looking people with their fists again and again.

People became one, starting with the lower body. After the two upper body champions wrestled with each other, the winner ate the loser.

The two remaining champions could not wait to pounce on each other, wrestling, eating, and tearing each other's flesh and blood like dogs fighting for food.

After a short and fierce fight, the final winner was born.

Aikonde swore that he would avenge the accident.

The armor that was torn in the fight healed like flesh and blood. A colorful, feathered robe grew out of Aikonde's armor. A fleshy crown deformed on his head, which instantly turned into metal, and the metal turned into fluid in an instant.

The colorful fluid changed between extremely hard and extremely soft. Even after his hands regained their fullness, they did not stop growing and instantly turned into bird claws.

Faces of some crying or laughing appeared vaguely on the fluid armor, and thousands of different faces flashed by in the colorful metal texture in an instant.

The multicolored flames of Tzeentch hissed and exploded across the champion, flowing across cloak, armor, and hardened skin.

He's back, just one step away.

The ridiculous shackles can no longer imprison the controller of the breath of life. Aikonde will never forget the disastrous defeat. He will kill all those related to the four priests, their descendants, and the descendants of their relatives and friends.

He will destroy nine hundred Sigmar temples to swear his revenge! Eugen cautiously did not enter the room, and quietly coaxed the dwarf to come in front of him.

The lizardmen were clearly trying to do something less safe.

A thunder broke the night, and purple lightning in the sky could be vaguely seen through the gaps in the eaves.

The wind became strong in the blink of an eye. The fierce gale made the treetops rustle. From time to time, broken walls were knocked down by the wind. The collapse sound in the darkness intensified the horror of the night.

Everyone in the camp in the square sobered up. Noel took the bow from his back, but he was not sure if he still had the strength to pull the bowstring.

But no matter what, he would never hide in the cracks and tremble like these humans.

The elf's keen vision allowed him to see the wildly growing trees. The already tall ancient trees outside the town grew several meters tall in an instant. The moss inside the city covered the streets in an instant, the weeds quickly turned into shrubs, and the vines changed from being as thin as a snake to being as thick as a python.

He couldn't help but recall the tears of the wizard Teclis, which made him put down his arrows and look for the best escape route.

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But his legs gave out.

The minced meat in the church blended into an ever-changing flesh and blood door, which stood in the center of the room. Through the constantly flashing colors inside the door, Eugen could see the opposite wall.

A strong wind blew into the temple, blowing the papers and book pages scattered on the ground into the sky, making a rustling sound.

It's like the devil is laughing.

Another flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and the thunder caused the colors inside the door to shake for a moment. The next moment, Eugen held his breath, just like the sudden calm of the night.

After the vision disappeared in the blink of an eye, he watched a tall Chaos Warrior wrapped in flowing colors walk out of the door.

The hoarse laughter echoed harshly in the room. Perhaps it wanted to give a contemptuous speech, but the lizard man did not give it this opportunity.

Eugen watched the champion being knocked to the ground by a gust of wind, and even his devilish laughter came to an abrupt end.

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere, but before they could fly far, they were restrained by Teclis' magic.

Flames erupted in the room, and Eugen was forced to retreat five steps in a row due to the heat wave before the flames were barely stopped.

When the flames died down, all that was left in the house was a charred lizardman and an elf.

"Is this the end?"

The oracle swallowed his saliva before he could make an impassioned speech of resistance to the devil.

The Chaos Champion didn't even have time to express his thoughts on his resurrection.

(End of this chapter)