Chapter 296 Fire
The suspension engine above the Daha Temple emitted a faint blue halo. Dwarves and humans were fully armed and patrolling with torches among the ruins on the ground. From time to time, they would run into Cosas who were also on night patrol. Strangely, many of them recognized Eugen.
They seem to have fought side by side, and Eugen participated in the battle as the prophet of Ersun.
The older Valeriboye also did not rest. He was the only boye who was confirmed to be alive at the border. All the young people who had been taken care of by him and had become independent were missing.
It was like fate was playing a joke on mortals, the person who cared least about life survived.
The descendants of the former boyars wore woolen clothes and carried swords made for them by the elves, and together with the old boyars, they maintained stability in Mirkavala after the disaster.
From time to time, soldiers who were cleaning up the ruins would find crushed bodies among the rubble.
The women and elderly people who were anxious to identify the corpses returned in vain after crying and making a fuss, because the corpses that were not eaten by the monster mostly did not resemble human beings.
There always seems to be sadness after a war. Lynch doesn't like this atmosphere, nor does he want to get along with mortals who are afraid of him, so he hides deep in the temple and keeps company with the corpses of gods.
He did die, although gods theoretically should not die, as they are immortal.
This is an incomparable treasure. Both demons and evil-minded mortals have the same greedy desire for the gods.
All non-god beings desire to go further.
They would be afraid of a dying Tyrannosaurus, but would dare to come forward to share a piece of the pie after the Tyrannosaurus died.
No one can realize his greed, at least not before Lynch dies.
Something went wrong in the "big plan". Daha should not have died, He should have continued to exist until the end.
Everything has changed, drastically.
Lynch has never been so eager to get in touch with Lustria. The changes in the mortal realm have seriously affected the war that is about to last ten thousand years.
Daha has fallen, what about Thor and Ursun? Have those less powerful gods encountered problems of varying degrees? Can the "God King" of the old world, Tal, still hold on? While thinking, Lin Qi walked back and forth on the stone floor of the temple like a giant dragon guarding the Golden Mountain.
Bonfires are distributed around the stone platform, like planets guarding the sun, surrounding the golden flames suspended above the stone platform.
Every time Lynch walked past the torch with a strong wind, the boiling flames would grow stronger in vain as if by illusion.
The scales on the lizard man's body cast circles of light in the firelight, and the color of his body kept changing between white and orange.
As a living engine, Lynch felt extremely comfortable in the abnormally high temperature.
It wasn't until the second half of the night that the strange feeling disappeared.
His scales still shone in the light, but his familiarity with the flames, and his influence on them, were less apparent.
Only by concentrating on observing his pupils could one notice the star-like brilliance that occasionally emerged from the lenses.
The blood flooded the pit of hell. It was an absolute disaster.
Even the fleeting flash of light in the south failed to disturb the Chaos Warriors' slaughter.
The once dirty and messy Skaven cities became cleaner again as the Chaos Warriors demolished all the buildings.
Neither the tall towers standing among the underground caves nor the ridiculous dilapidated buildings survived.
Bricks soaked in blood covered the excrement and bones on the ground.
The residents of this giant city were piled high on the ruins of the city. Skull pedestals built with rat-men's skulls stood densely around the city like the devil's mockery.
If it was just a Chaos army, the Corrupted Clan could easily repel them.
However, the dozen Chaos Lords who were supposed to invade the Northern State visited the Hell Pit one after another, pushing the already fierce fighting to the extreme.
None of the rat people knew that it was their desperate resistance that brought disaster upon themselves.
The God-chosen Champion led the Chaos Legion and razed the Skaven cities around the pit. The beast-like warriors reached the core of the Corrupted Clan - the Tower of Corruption.
The huge tower stood like a ferocious fang, standing in a bottomless pit that constantly exuded a sour and foul smell.
Faintly, the Chaos Warriors could make out the bouncing chairs in the tower and the fanged carpet.
Scarlet chemical mist flowed out from the bottom of the crater, blocking the soldiers' vision. The last thing they saw was the densely packed bones in the inverted pyramid.
This hellish scene made the Chaos Warriors feel that the trip was worthwhile. Groups of warriors, led by the Chosen One, divided into small teams and explored along the crater, looking for the entrance to the Tower of Corruption.
Smash such a miracle, kill all the monsters in it, and satisfy the endless thirst of the Blood God! This is the meaning of the existence of the Khorne Warriors.
From time to time, all kinds of monsters emerged from the blood mist, and these uninvited sacrifices were gladly accepted by the warriors.
A deformed creature that was half dragon and half elephant, an ugly monster with a rat head and a human body, a combination of some flying insect and rat man, they soon became the new skull seat next to the deep pit.
The possible existence of the corpse of the god made Slott the Unclean One even hungrier. The uncontrollable hunger and thirst seriously affected its experimental plan, and it had to satisfy its stomach.
But those useless bastards at the top only needed one piece of bad news to crush Slott's appetite.
Another Chaos Legion has arrived, the second batch of Chaos stuff in a hundred years! The mutant pioneers huddled in the deepest part of the pit of hell, trembling and lying on the uneven ground, enduring the bone fragments piercing their skin, quietly enduring the wrath of the uncrowned king of the "Ownerless Mutant House".
An angry, ridiculous scream caused Abel to divert his attention and he almost left, but fortunately his patience was unparalleled among the followers of Khorne.
When monsters more than ten meters tall rushed out of the blood mist, all the soldiers who were preparing to leave had a reason to stay and continue fighting.
In this feast belonging to the Blood God, there are no annoying followers of other true gods. Even if there are, the disgusting Tzeentch, Nurgle and Slaanesh warriors cannot affect the interest of the Khorne warriors, because they will be chopped down by the Khorne warriors first.
The fool who stood in front of the God-chosen Champion was smashed to pieces by the terrifying brute force and turned into a bloody mist.
The turbulent airflow blew away the blood mist, revealing a fat, giant ratman behind the monster army.
The champion, obsessed with slaughter, did not notice the panicked warlock. He advanced in the killing and killed the fat rat with his hands, leaving no trace of its body.
Slott recast his body from the pale green pool in the dark room of the ownerless mutant house, and looked up at the dimensional stone ceiling that illuminated the pool in confusion.
It looks like it needs help.
(End of this chapter)
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