Chapter 293: The Last Light (Twenty-one)
But so what?
The deafening sound of the mind was spreading. The Supreme Being could see through everything Lynch said without him saying it.
Ever since Isil's energy got out of control and the Evil Moon appeared, endless wars began.
The dying resistance of the gods has prolonged the war for eight thousand years. It will continue and must continue. No one can escape. Isil will distort everything.
Lynch is an insignificant individual in this eternal war, and all newborns are individuals in this war, even if they cannot hold weapons.
Demons will not let go of their cradle babies, and neither will Chaos Warriors.
Even if one converts to an evil god, one will only obtain a false, stitched soul dominated by the evil god to which one belongs.
This is a war that cannot be stopped or shaken.
All newborn, uncontaminated souls on this planet are soldiers, and dying in battle is the soldier's fate.
The fight will continue and must continue.
When all the dead closed their eyes, Lynch knew that He was gone.
At the time of parting, only sighs echoed in the ears of the lizard man.
He continued to keep his nerves tense, not daring to relax even a bit.
Lynch kept checking himself to make sure he was not infected with the unknown plague before continuing south.
Even though this country is beyond salvation, the battle must continue, except that the name of this battlefield has been changed from the Kingdom of Kislev to something else.
Thousands of years later, a new ruler will name it.
Just as he stepped into the northern ice field of Kislev, Lynch suddenly stopped, used the scepter to cut off his flesh and blood piece by piece, cut off his limbs and head, broke his bones, and actively used his regenerative ability to replace his body.
He left a clear giant symbol of the Ancients in the blood, reminding the passing wizards to destroy all traces of the battlefield.
The Lord of Plague cannot be underestimated. To normal people, He is not a kind grandfather.
The sun that illuminated Kislev today was exceptionally bright, so bright that the legions in the southern states had to avoid the battle.
This was the decision of Tsarina Katrin. She used the excuse of discussing countermeasures and hid in the shadows with some boyars to mark the battle opportunities around the sand table.
Alexei, the commander of the Rifle Corps, was of course a member of the wartime council.
Since dawn today, he has been unable to contact the omniscient mirror spirit.
Whenever Alexei looked towards the sun, he would see a tall figure in the dazzling halo.
Rumors spread wildly in the military camps of the Eastern and Southern States, and the sun, which was so hot that it could make people sweat in the cold winter, brought great anxiety to Alexei.
Even at dusk, the sun never loses its brilliance.
The Vampire Queen did not wait until the night she wanted. The sun seemed to be getting closer and closer to the ground, completely blocking the double moons.
The traitors of the Eastern State and the hunters of More seemed to have colluded with each other, taking advantage of the sunshine to hunt down the vampires that were wandering around and causing destruction.
From time to time, descendants severed contact with Catherine. Except for those who were still in the army, most of the vampires outside fell into eternal sleep.
Kislev seemed to have fallen into midnight, but the increasingly hot sun could not stop Hagrot from besieging the Mirkavala fortress.
The Chaos Dragons swooped down with screams again and again, using their fiery dragon fire to clear out the Fire Keepers standing on the city walls, who were shooting arrows at the endless Chaos Warriors.
The rolling stones and logs were of no use at all because the people who could have pushed them were no longer there.
Groups of manticores jumped over the tall city walls, broke down the towers, and devoured the defenders in the towers one by one.
The huge war mammoth, carrying the shrine of Khorne and the sound of war drums coming from the shrine, broke through the first wall of the magnificent fortress.
Giants followed closely behind, and with their brute force they pushed down the walls built by mortals.
The soldiers who failed to evacuate in time behind the city wall were captured by the monsters one by one, or were sent into the mouths of Chaos Mammoths by the elephant trunks with hideous mouthparts, or became snacks for Chaos Trolls and Giants.
This was not a war. Before the Chaos Warriors even advanced in large numbers, the monsters had already finished their hunt like they were enjoying a meal.
From time to time, crossbows shot siege arrows into the sky, but even if one or two manticores were shot down by the crossbows, it could not reverse the fate of the fortress.
Perhaps tired of the sun, the arrogant, mountain-like ancient dragons slammed the earth with their brass halberds, and large numbers of Chaos mortals were killed by the monsters' casual blows.
Thunder appeared out of nowhere in response to the Dragon Demon's earthquake-like strikes, dark clouds blocked all light, and the storm summoned by the Dragon Demon obscured the land occupied by the Chaos army.
A mere fortress didn't even interest them.
Just as the dragon demons were about to leave, a strong light rushed in from the north, piercing through the darkness.
The huge temple at Mirkavala was unusually filled with humans.
The victims from all over gathered around the eternal flame in the center of the temple, trembling as they listened to the roars, screams, and cries of the defenders coming from all directions.
The Chaos Host did not avoid Mirkavala as they had done twenty years ago.
The densely packed victims were like meals in cans, waiting to be opened and eaten by monsters.
The children's sobs drew silent tears from the women. No matter how hopeful the myths and heroic legends told by the elders were, they could not change the reality they were facing.
The eternal flame is about to go out, it is like a dying patient, dying amid people's crying.
Just as Lynch was about to rush into the storm and fight countless monsters, the sun, which seemed to be falling to the ground, suddenly disappeared.
The darkness of the night instantly enveloped him, but no matter how dark it was, it could not stop him from rushing into the storm.
Lynch pointed his scepter at the giant beasts, faced the dense crowds of Chaos Warriors who turned to look north, and rushed into the darkness with a ball of scorching sun.
Inside the Daha Temple, on the stone platform in the center of the temple, the rootless fire that was attracting everyone's attention and was struggling to survive suddenly flickered.
The tiny flame suddenly swelled up and grew into the appearance of fire when it first came into the world.
The blazing eternal fire is so intense that it can drive away all the shadows in the temple, and everyone in the temple can feel its warmth.
It's like a last glimmer of light.
A figure walked out from the raging eternal flame, sparks flew all over his long hair, blocking the handsome face of the young man.
He is full of masculine beauty, and there is no feminine appearance in Him at all.
He walked out of the Most High Heaven, left His kingdom, His last stronghold, and fell to the earth, facing the sharp edge of the powerful darkness.
A feeling of heat almost burned Levich to ashes, but it did not stop his revenge.
The former human leaped out of the shadows, exposed to the Chaos hordes preparing to attack Erengrad.
While the Chaos Lord and his guards were looking towards the north in horror, Rivet used the vampire's amazing brute strength to thrust the heirloom sword into the Chaos Lord Matier's chest.
The Chosen Ones who reacted quickly swung their axes at Levich, but he successfully used the fighting skills inherited from his blood, took advantage of McTiel's unpreparedness, and directly twisted off his head, delivering the final blow.
(End of this chapter)
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