Chapter 64: The End of the Dark Day (Part 7)

Lynch embedded the scepter into the rock and soil to prevent himself from falling into the abyss.

With his sharp claws and soles clinging to the rock wall, Lynch quickly climbed up while the ground was still healed.

Carlos' annoying words continued to ring out, and Lynch only hoped that he had the courage to have a fair championship showdown.

Just like the battle between another powerful warrior and the mage thousands of years ago.

Lynch only needs to get close to the big demon and he can dismember it in an instant! The Ever-changing Demon Lord is not as good at close combat as other big demons. They rely more on magic to show their power.

The lizardmen on the ground did not stop charging because they lost their leader.

Even a newly hatched lizardman could be strangled to death with his claws if he could get close to Carlos.

This Changeler is notoriously fragile among the Tzeentch daemons.

But the chief of Tzeentch is just like its master who represents the origin of magic.

There is no difficulty that mortals face when casting spells. For Carlos Weaver, the wind of magic is an extension of its power.

It is the master of chaotic magic, one of the evils that mortals have to face when casting spells! Carlos flapped his wings casually, and the terrifying fire storm burned the golden ornaments on the lizard man.

Even the most sophisticated magic resistance technology can be cracked, and unfortunately, the great demon who can see the future is easy to find.

Unfortunately, it has not yet found a way to fight against the relics of Taibok, at least not in the tens of thousands of future possibilities.

The Great Demon looked back through the past, trying to trace back the flaws in the creation of the Ancient Saints.

While thinking, Carlos just glanced casually and turned the battle-hardened Scarred Man into ashes.

The wind of magic howled, embracing its master.

Without a skilled spellcaster to wrestle for dominance, its powerful enemies are left alone.

The two-headed demon shouted loudly, and amid the crows' cries, magic spells appeared out of thin air one after another.

The mortal wizard tried his best to control the power, and actively cooperated with the devil to make the air turn into colorful.

Carlos only needs a whisper to achieve the effect that ordinary spellcasters need to go through tedious steps.

The battle-hardened lizardmen were nothing but toys in the demon's low grin. The molten metal and lightning easily engulfed the ignorant attackers.

The strong and sturdy warrior died in blue flames, his life of honor ended by a spell summoned at will by the great demon.

The desperate attackers were caught in a storm of demons and magic.

The big demon dodged the beams of light from the temple city like playing a game. While fighting, it even had the leisure to look towards the northeast, which was the battlefield it was really paying attention to.

…

Middenheim, the Chaos Warlock Lord built a crystal bridge across the steep chasm of Middenheim.

Chaos Warriors rampaged among the warriors composed of women, children, the elderly and the weak, and human limbs were scattered on the cracked city walls.

The White Wolf Knights rushed towards the tall Minotaur with howls, but were torn to pieces by monsters that outnumbered them several times.

Ulric the Great smashed the manticore's skull with all his might, wildly shouting the name of Ulric the God of War, and summoning the warriors who were still resisting.

The priest's winter wolf had its throat bitten off by a Chaos War Mastiff. The Beastmen once attacked the city, but were stopped by the fearless residents at the cost of their lives.

People shouted the name of Yurik, and the eternal sacred fire on the top of the mountain was the last straw that broke the camel's back in people's despair.

But brighter than the holy fire is the demon fire driven by the Chaos Lord, and louder than the prayers is the roar of the beastmen.

It was only a matter of time before the city fell. No matter how stubborn the resistance was, it would collapse under the absolute power! The most elite champions followed Great Urik through fire and water. These warriors who came to the holy city for pilgrimage had already chosen their own cemetery.

The White Wolf's Chosen howled, like wolves hunting in packs, driving the hoofed ones like deer.

Groups of champion warriors charged forward, only to be swallowed up by the dense swarm of hoofed creatures.

The strongest warriors of the empire gathered in the beast tide, with blood all over their bodies and wolf-like pupils, looking towards the Chaos Lord in the distance.

The mountain called out the name of the White Wolf God. Grand Masters, Role Models, and Inner Circle Knights from various Knightly Orders supported the Patriarch of the White Wolf, slowly and resolutely approaching the Chosen Champion of Tzeentch, who was surrounded by flames.

The plate armor was dented by the heavy blows of the bighorn beast, and the broken weapons had been replaced several times.

From time to time, a champion would rush towards the oncoming giant alone, using his life to buy time for the most important battle.

Another group of knights rushed to the battlefield. The heavily armored knights knocked down the Chaos Warriors that blocked their way, and pierced through a row of horned beasts with their lances, but were finally stopped by a huge number of Chaos minions.

The knights fell off their horses and had their armor broken through and their skulls smashed by the Chaos Warriors' axes.

Only the most elite warriors can stand firm in the beast tide. The magic that the warlocks have spent a long time preparing will end their glorious lives.

Warriors riding griffins were shot down by manticores and dragons, and the beasts followed in the footsteps of their masters.

The sky has become a graveyard of taboos, with only sporadic arrows proving that humans are still resisting.

The Chaos Lord's personal guards collided with the White Wolf Chosen, and the wolves used their courage to chisel open the enemy's iron brain.

A raging sea of ​​fire screamed down, blocking the champions' path.

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The white wolf called out to the Wolf God and resolutely rushed into the sea of ​​fire, its figures being twisted and elongated by the blue flames.

Big Urik rushed out of the sea of ​​fire. His necrotic flesh could not deter him. He killed the Chaos Lord with even more suppressed rage.

Champion after champion was torn apart by the Chaos Warlock Lord's will and fell in the path of the charge.

…

In the Moon City, Lynch gritted his teeth, walked past the falling lizardmen warriors, and approached Carlos.

The big demon no longer used lethal spells, but only used magical effects such as gravity and illusions to make the cold-blooded people suffer.

Carlos laughed mockingly and distanced himself from him as if he was taking a leisurely stroll.

It is indeed afraid of the soldiers getting close to it, but the future is under its control.

"When you die, I will extract your soul and turn you into a statue in the Crystal Maze."

"After I kill you, I will take your soul away and burn it with magic fire until the end of time!"

Carlos was responded by a scepter being thrown at him, and the blazing arc of light from the tip of the scepter almost dissolved the demon.

The great demon had anticipated this and narrowly avoided it, nervously moving away from the light of Kotego.

Wind, thunder and lightning suddenly arose. The Great Demon looked toward the northeast again and let the thunderstorm fall on the remaining lizardmen.

The soldiers fell one after another, but Lynch would not retreat even if he really lost all his comrades.

Lynch stretched out his sharp claws, ignored the pain, and pounced on the demon with all his strength.

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In Middenheim, famous champions died in the flames.

Big Yurik walked over the charred corpses, all of whom were his former comrades and opponents.

With an indomitable fighting spirit burning in his eyes, the nearly two-hundred-year-old man moved his lead-like body and used his war hammer to knock away all the enemies who tried to bring him down.

The body was wailing under the heavy burden, he was too old! After being transformed by the ancient saints, the life span of humans was longer, but nearly two hundred years was enough to change mortals and make the strong weak.

The desperate roar of the knight behind him was obscured by the spell of the Beastman Shaman. Big Ulric took his last breath and staggered towards the Chosen Champion of Tzeentch who was preparing a large spell.

He couldn't fall down yet, the White Wolf's sacred fire was still not extinguished.

Under the Chaos Lord's contemptuous gaze, Great Urik advanced a distance with inhuman will.

(End of this chapter)