Chapter 58: The End of the Dark Day (I)

Teclis seemed to want to learn some useless knowledge, and he was one of the few calm elves.

Lynch didn't say much, but just let him ask the spirit lizards about the meaning behind the bloody custom.

Those magic swordsmen and mages also enjoyed it. Lynch hoped that they could look at everything rationally and not really believe that the weird rituals worked.

Fortunately, the ordinary Asur were relatively normal, as they were confused by the unfamiliar environment.

Lynch settled the elves in the woods on the left side of the square. There was still a lot of space among the dense jungle, enough to accommodate thousands of Asur.

They were not allowed to cut down trees and could only make simple beds with the help of vines.

Teclis climbed to the bottom of the valley and tried to persuade the proud dragon prince to deign to climb up the mountainside.

Even when facing the owner of the Safri Crown of War, the Dragon Prince was unwilling to show him even a little face.

Teclis finally gave up trying to persuade the Dragon Prince and simply let him and the dragon go deep into the middle of the canyon and mobilized some Asur to help Prince Nui.

At night, Lynch wandered through the canyon and took a look at the Fiery Sun Dragon.

The not-so-wide canyon is over a thousand meters long, and there are traces of civilization everywhere on the ground.

The broken shrines are scars left by war, and the valley floor is covered with moss and shrubs, lacking tall ancient trees.

Huangqi's temple should have originally been located at the bottom of the valley, not on the mountainside.

Lynch made his judgment based on the ruined temple found in the middle of the canyon.

Out of curiosity, Lynch walked into the cave.

The entrance was not spacious, and only one monitor lizard could barely fit in.

There is a different world inside the cave. The fire on the pyramid has been extinguished, and the rubble is barely supporting the last dignity of the pyramid.

The door of the temple was broken and the inside of the temple was in a mess.

It was completely abandoned, but Lynch still found some records among the scattered stone slabs on the ground.

Picking up the gold-inlaid stone slab, Lynch's eyes suddenly became gloomy.

That was not the language of the Lizardmen, it was the language of Lynch's hometown.

The words on it are neatly engraved:

“I thought I was going to be a legend, but I’m just a stud.

I can tame the Tyrannosaurus Rex and lead my companions to drive away the dark elf thieves, but what's the use? It's meaningless. The Old Saints will never come back. We have already lost!

The priest is dead, and I am dying soon. There are too many demons, and the remaining hundred or so skin lizards are no match for the Flesh Hounds! That’s good. At least I don’t have to watch the ratmen knock down the statue I worked so hard to build two thousand years later, and watch them overturn thousands of years of everyone’s hard work.

As leader, I will die before the other Skinks."

Lynch took the stone slab, walked out of the cave and returned to the settlement halfway up the mountain.

As soon as Lynch put the stone slab into the archive room on the side of the temple, he heard a scream coming from underground.

Lynch returned to the square and reunited with the mages, only to find that they were all looking towards the north in panic.

Even the learned Teclis was stunned and confused.

After a while, the abnormality in the north could be detected with the naked eye.

The colorful wind gathered into a majestic vortex, circling in the empty northern sky, lighting up the night sky.

In the underground square that should have belonged to the Ratman Clan, there were only eighty-three majestic and changeable Demon Lords left.

The dimensional stones used by the ratmen to power their experimental equipment were scattered on the ground, forming a complex magic circle.

Carlos Fate Weaver was located in the center of the magic circle, and the ninety-nine and eighty-one Changemakers each occupied a node.

These winged demons with bird heads and human bodies are the masters of magic. Any one of the Change Ones present, if he appears in the outside world, can stir up a bloody storm and cause turmoil and division among the countries.

The two-headed Carlos Weaver laughed wildly with two different voices.

The souls in the "Maelstrom", the ancient elven wizard, and Caledor the Dragon Tamer miscalculated!

The goddess of elves also mistakenly turned her attention to the City of Echo!

The only wizards who stand a chance of reversing the magic have come to Lustria, the island of Ulthuan, where no one can stop the great demons from stealing the power of the Maelstrom.

How could it completely give the chance of victory to the Blood God's Legion?

The City of Echoes was certainly important, but the increasingly fierce battle in Zahuitak was only a prelude.

The long preparations finally paid off, and the great demons of Tzeentch successfully "deceived" the "Great Vortex".

Although it only caused the magic vortex to flow in the wrong direction for a moment.

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But the magical wind gathered in these few breaths was enough to support the demons to complete the last step of the ritual.

In addition to the Changers who are carrying out more important plans in the Old World, and the Great Demons who are launching feints in the west and north.

Almost all the Tzeentch demons that descended came here!

The most threatening demon toad was distracted by the legions of other true gods.

The will of the Lord of Change is about to override that of the other three gods!

The Dragon God in the Far East was too busy under siege by the Chaos tribes to take care of anything else, and the Empire in the Old World, which had just experienced the Chaos frenzy, was nothing to be feared.

The elves have been badly hurt by the civil war, and the dwarven kingdoms are facing the biggest green tide in history! All they need to do is defeat the toys made by the Old Ones! Carlos took another huge dimensional stone, used the energy in it, and began to lead unprecedented magnificent magic.

Itaza, Hesiota, Talaxlan, Slanwupek In the observatory rooms at the top of the pyramids, the sleeping Slan opened their eyelids at the same time.

These ancient creatures looked up at the sky together, their vision transcending the barriers of space and projected onto the boiling stars.

The star that should have quietly illuminated the darkness, but in the deepest part, a filthy shadow that shouldn't exist appeared.

The black crow eroded the purity of the star, and the interior of the sun dimmed piece by piece, and then lit up with the evil deep darkness.

A darkness deeper than the desolate universe quickly spread toward the planet entrusted to them by the ancient saints, following the sunlight that had not yet flowed away.

The Shilans used the nodes of the giant spiritual network to hold a meeting in the energy network at a computing speed unimaginable for mortals.

Thousands of plans were put forward and then abandoned during the discussion.

In less than a second, the wills of all the mages were unified by Lord Mazdamuddi from the City of the Sun.

There was no time for hesitation, and there was no absolutely foolproof plan! Under the order of the oldest existing Shilan, the Shilans returned to their bodies in the observatory.

There is no Shi Lan to close the chaos rifts that keep appearing, as there are more important things for them to do.

The energy network created by the ancient saints began to operate again at all costs.

Lord Slot of Itaza activated the core hub of the Ichi Pyramid, and Lord Huiniaitankui and Lord Huahua of Slanwupek redirected all the energy flowing through the Mist Temple to the Moon City of Taraxlan.

The Eclipse Temple in the Moon City has completely lifted off into the sky, and the dazzling energy ball on top of the temple city is like a second white moon!

Lord Editego pushed the torrent within the node that could steal the world to Hesiota.

(End of this chapter)