Chapter 97: Memory Master

The Holy Grail Knight John. The Horned Beast Doomsday, determined not to live in vain.

The target he vowed to fight against was not only the existence behind the scenes, but also the wood elves, or the "fairy people" in the Bretonnian language.

After all, he was a warrior willing to fight against darkness, so Lynch acquiesced to his resentment.

It was not a very important matter, if Teclis could not get the Wood Elves to point their arrows into the darkness, then it would be best if these double-edged swords were broken as soon as possible.

The Norseman Vison Whaler did not offer any opinion; he just sat there dejectedly complaining to himself.

Lynch just hoped that he wouldn't be swayed by that devil.

Knok, the Imperial Blade, a role model knight from the Imperial Black Griffin Knights, reached an agreement with the Archmage that he would let the Unholy taste the wrath of Sigmar.

This is an unlucky guy. The temple he guards is infested by vampires. As a "role model", this is an insult greater than life.

And he had no chance to take revenge, because the vampire had fled to the sea, and who could find the target in the vast ocean? Not to mention, Nok had to protect other Sigma Temples.

Now, he cannot return to the land he is supposed to protect unless he defeats the evil behind the scenes.

Lynch likes these cubs. They dare to show their fangs to the darkness and are more willing to fight against the big enemy.

Before the group of Esley could get up from the ground, the drifting sunlight changed again.

It's like a filter is blocking the sunlight, making it deeper.

The jungle disappeared in large areas and turned into mountains.

The steep mountain walls blocked the adventurers on both sides, leaving only a wide and deep road.

Through the lush weeds on the road, Lynch saw the buried bones.

The roots of grass are connected not to the earth, but to the reproductive organs of various organisms.

The existence that had been clamoring in Lynch's mind suddenly fell silent, and then, an androgynous laugh appeared undisguisedly.

"Welcome! Reptile, you are honored to step into the memory lane!"

The sound of wailing and fighting came along with the sudden dimming of light.

The Norseman held his head in pain and curled up his body.

Lynch's feet felt light, and the next second he was in the war-torn fortress.

"Hold on!"

"Stop them! Don't let the block be lost!"

Language is no longer an obstacle, because the roars of the groups of warriors who are fighting are filled with strong emotions.

There are no secrets anymore, each creature can see what the other is thinking.

Lynch cleared his mind with the self-control unique to cold-blooded people.

Some knowledge is not a problem for him, but it is enough to pollute ordinary humans.

It only takes a tiny bit of thought to give the Dark Gods a chance to discover you.

There were no clouds in the sky; the fighting manticores and griffins formed the "clouds".

The Chaos Dragon roared as it flew over the city. The blazing dragon flames accompanied the flying behemoth and pierced right through the city.

Women screamed as they blocked teams of strong northern raiders, and half-grown children shot scattered arrows, but were burned to ashes in fear by the blue flames summoned by the shamans.

The collapsed mother was hacked to death, and her last cries were just a tiny echo on the battlefield.

The sturdy man hugged the legs of the plunderer champion, trying to buy a chance to win for his companion, but was shot to death by a stray arrow.

The incoming warband of Hoofed Ones killed his companions and almost broke through the wooden poles built around the house.

When the guards were in despair, a strong Norseman, dressed in wolf skin, howled and blocked the herd of horned beasts.

The self-pitying champion beside Lynch has disappeared.

The Northern plunderers cursed their fellow countrymen and traitors who lived in the weak South.

The white wolf charged at the predator in anger, but faster than him was the lizard man.

The blood mist was spreading and the sun appeared again, but this time on the ground.

As the Asur watched over the kin, the dwarves were already rushing towards the Norse raiders with great enthusiasm.

After John Horned Beast Doomsday chanted briefly, the faint glow on his body became even brighter.

Like the dawn that pierces the darkness, with a heart full of passion, he is hotter than fire!

Even though this is not the land he is supposed to protect, the knight's commandments still drive this immortal legend to fight for humanity.

But there is always competition among the Warriors!

"For Sigma!"

A role model of the Black Griffin Knights, he was unwilling to let the wolves take away the opportunity to resist the darkness.

The runes on the long sword lit up, and Knok.The Blade of the Empire passionately passed the foreign knights and rushed towards the Chaos Warriors who were fighting a bloody battle with the White Wolf Knights.

Lynch was not intoxicated by the killing, in fact, he felt uneasy when he realized that this was the memory of a certain champion.

If this damn place could really replicate certain scenes, then these young guys might not have any survivors.

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Lynch has too much experience.

While the lizardmen were breaking through the battle group of giant horned beasts, they were observing the changes in the environment.

Where the sun should be, a floating island looms.

It is like a broken mirror, with no fixed shape, constantly changing, reflecting scenes from all over the world.

The war cries were heard throughout the city, but there seemed to be faint laughter mixed in with them.

The Chaos Dragon flapped its wings, covering the sky above Lynch.

A sea of ​​fire descended from the sky and crushed Lynch.

It almost set the lizard man on fire, the dragon fire was indeed hot enough.

But fighting always counts on every second. Lynch jumped onto the roof, leaped onto a passing giant, and climbed to the top of its head.

Before his brains splattered, Lynch rushed towards the flying dragon in the air.

The dazzling arc of light was deadly and beautiful. The laser melted and cut open the dragon's abdomen, leaving a warm and long wound.

Dragon blood spattered upon passing Norse marauders, corroding and burning their flesh.

The dragon was still diving, but it didn't have the strength to pull up anymore.

The huge mountain of corpses knocked down several towers and flattened a row of wooden houses.

Although this caused the landed lizard man to be noticed by many powerful enemies, it also allowed Lynch to see the changes in the environment clearly.

There are many young sprouts of plants on the stone bricks, and the sprouts are covered with lush hair.

The battlefield was receding, replaced by a forest.

The Norscan Marauders were dyed green, eventually becoming greenskins wearing armor.

The buildings turned into tall trees, but their bark was smooth and white human skin.

Occasionally you can see fruits growing on the treetops, which look like human heads with exaggerated smiles.

Some "wood elves" emerged from the depths of the jungle. They had androgynous characteristics and normal elven faces. Lynch would rather face the succubus.

Even succubi are not so disgusting. At least after their illusions are removed, they look like monsters.

The warriors who were fighting fiercely paused, and gathered together without any prior arrangement, moving closer to the cold-blooded champion.

The old tree pulled out its roots, and its intestine-like tentacles danced wildly, splashing blood all over the sky.

There are three cracks in the human skin. The ones that look like eyes are male characteristics, while the ones that look like mouths are female characteristics.

Its huge and disgusting appearance is more terrifying than a Chaos Dragon.

(End of this chapter)