Chapter 88 Whispers from the Darkness

The heavy climbing sound approached the battlefield. At first, Lynch only saw a dozen ratmen's heads.

Below the rat head, a giant, eyeless rat-shaped creature as sturdy as an ankylosaur poked out of the deep pit, its smooth surface connected to the grinning rat head.

Then there were two ferocious giant claws, and further down, there were several pairs of even thicker giant claws on the snake's neck.

It climbed up, and the lower part of its neck looked like a dragon without wings. Its neck, as wide as its body, made it look more like a deformed snake.

But it only has a rat tail covered with spikes, and its body is full of stitches and has no aesthetic appeal.

With fingers as thick as bowls and nails of dimensional stone connected to them, this ultimate stitched creation of the Corrupted Clan ate nearly ten unfortunate slave rats in one bite, and rushed to the battlefield after the food in front of it.

It was like a mountain made up of various creatures, with stinking bodies moving slowly across the battlefield.

Several arms kept grabbing the hapless "snack" and devouring it amidst waves of terrified wails.

The scarred body had an odd toughness. No matter how hard the greenskins hit and rammed it, the mountain of fat never sustained any wounds.

Like every giant beast, it can crush greenskins just by moving.

Lynch suppressed his inner hunting desire and looked out into the distance, feeling disgusted by the deep pit of hell that was unobstructed in the green tide.

This is the top creation of the Corrupted Clan!

The sound of "waagh" tore through the dark clouds, allowing the bright moon to appear again.

This powerful monster failed to scare away the green tide, but instead made them fight more fiercely.

The ratmen's guns fired continuously, and the orc warrior who was chasing the wheel of destruction was shining with green light, and the dimensional stone armor-piercing bullets were bounced away before they could get close.

The boss's roar attracted more greenskins. No one knew why they could hear the call to war even though they were dozens or hundreds of miles away.

Perhaps all the greenskins from the coast have come over, and their terrifying war cries are making the ancient trees in the rainforest tremble constantly.

Lynch began to worry. He was afraid that the patrol would discover this war that did not belong to them and blindly join in.

Ordinary cold-blooded species cannot distinguish between benefits and harms. When they meet an enemy, they will just fight to the death, especially the spirit lizards who do not understand war.

That would lead to unnecessary deaths.

There was a voice whispering in Lynch's ear, telling him about the honor of the guardian and the mission of the cold-blooded.

The fighting spirit in his body became more and more intense, and Lynch was almost carried away by killing, and went to declare the majesty of the eldest son of the ancient saint to the unclean.

But that is unnecessary. Once Lynch comes on the field, he will definitely draw the attention of the rat tide, and the orc warrior will definitely rush to challenge Lynch.

At that time, the losses of both parties will be smaller.

Be patient and wait for a better time.

The green ocean in front of Lynch has merged with the tide of rats.

The whisper suddenly changed and began to paint a beautiful vision.

Lynch saw himself roaming the battlefield, and all the minions of Chaos, all the races that should not exist, retreated in fear.

The cold-blooded ones shouted the champion's name, and the hot-blooded ones also wrote a grand epic for the hero.

As long as we take one step forward and completely defeat these filthy beings, the world will be at peace.

He will become the god who drives away the darkness! In the vision, the green tide and the rat tide turned into the picture it described.

His body was urging Lynch to kill, to destroy, and to win the final victory for himself.

His blood was boiling, but Lynch's mind was cold.

Was it for himself? Wasn't he dancing a dance of slaughter for the dark gods? Unconsciously, he had taken half a step forward.

It is like a starving traveler seeing delicacies from land and sea; or like a young man who has just experienced sex for the first time touching a stunningly beautiful girl.

His body was obeying the call of the whisper. Fortunately, the lizard man had no more emotions, otherwise, the chemical hormones would make it even more difficult for Lynch to resist the whisper.

It was like a bucket of cold water was poured on his head. On the edge of the fierce battlefield, Lynch's soul was chilled.

As long as you can think, you will not be able to resist this temptation.

Your power is so great! Isn't it? Secret Keeper.

Why should you arrogantly show off your power to a mortal?

Do you think this is a soul that longs for satisfaction? Is it a lackey of desire? Will he succumb in order to surpass all living beings? Lynch does not want to be a slave to desire, he wants to be the master of his own soul, he is free.

Lynch wanted to recall the role models who inspired him, but found that his memory was no longer under his control.

Past failures surfaced one by one, trying to break through Lynch's mental defenses.

The past cannot be changed, he can only try his best and he will not succumb to his past failures.

Nothing can defeat him!

Countless losers from the past have to convince Lynch to give up his unreasonable persistence and embrace the great honor.

What kind of honor is that?

The flattery and recognition of others, the fulfillment of fantasies, being hailed as a hero, becoming a being above all others, and the satisfaction of the desire for war.

There are no more disobedient people, all living beings are trampled under his feet, and all revolve around his will.

You don’t have to be sad about the mistakes you made in the past, and everything in the future will be satisfying.

But he has no regrets at all! He has now become a cold-blooded monster who lives alone.

No matter how much you regret, you can't change the past.

Even if it happens again, Lynch will still choose to stick to his inner bottom line and give up the benefits that are within his reach, even if it is not good for him and makes him doomed to failure.

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Even if it cost him everything.

This is a cold-blooded ass, and no tragic ending can make him back down.

He didn't want to be obsessed with honor and be defeated by his inner desires.

The role models in the books when he was young set an example for him. There were countless people who went against the darkness, suppressed themselves, and used sacrifice to light up the entire country.

Even though times have changed, even though we have entered another world, we should not forget the meaning of "sacrifice".

How many people have died quietly? How could Lynch be more noble than them? Lynch was willing to fall into the dust and fall into the abyss with them, paving the way for those who came after him.

Hundreds of millions of dead cold-blooded creatures and tens of thousands of fallen temple cities withstood the flood of chaos eight thousand years ago.

Hundreds of the most outstanding elven wizards used death to form the prototype of the "Great Vortex".

Over the past eight thousand years, how many cold-blooded people have sacrificed their lives for the world?

He has never been a selfish person, even though he is no longer a human being now.

To make him surrender and forget his greater goals just for the sake of personal glory and desire is to look down on him too much.

For a higher purpose, Lynch would sacrifice his life, not to mention a mere honor? Lynch took a step back.

It seemed as if there were tens of thousands of people behind him trying to stop Lynch, but there was clearly nothing behind him.

The strong champion was resisting a mountain and a sea of ​​people. This insignificant step took all of Lynch's energy and also crossed a high wall.

Lynch regained control of his body, and the bloody wind coming from the battlefield gradually cooled down the lizard man's fevered body.

The desire for honor was fading away, but Lynch felt more relaxed than ever before and looked at the battlefield with a sense of relief.

The rat people's various tactics failed to repel the green tide.

The scale of the green tide has expanded from tens of thousands of greenskins to hundreds of thousands of greenskins.

That's right, there are more and more of them.

The rat tide was about to be pushed back into the deep pit. The orc warrior had already beaten the Hell Pit abomination into a pool of minced meat.

The ground was shaking, and Lynch heard the sound of dense and loud marching.

Another wave of greenskins joining the battle? No, this sound is more orderly, the greenskins will only come in a disorderly manner.

They are not the Rainforest Patrol. Skin Lizards do not make such a big noise when they move.

The creepy growl pierced through the noise of the battlefield, and this iconic roar made Lynch understand.

This is the regular army of cold-blooded people approaching! There must be a lizardman ancient blood warrior among them!

The rat tide and the green tide paused for a moment, and the part closer to the north surged to the end of Lynch's sight.

It seems that the cold-blooded army is coming from that direction.

I don’t know which commander is so reckless when there is clearly a better opportunity.

Could it be that it has the confidence to easily annihilate the greenskins and ratmen?

Adjust your spirit, that's all for today. I'll try to resume three chapters tomorrow. Sorry, really sorry 　　 　 (End of this chapter)