Chapter 314 Sophistry
The snow is like the residue of dandruff, which was originally dead, but now it has a new life.
Each grain of snow gives birth to countless tiny individuals, which first fall into destruction, and then new life comes after destruction.
Half of the mountain range in the north has become a part of the "Great Cycle" of the God of All Things. Ice cones wriggle like snakes between the cliffs, entangled with the scarred snow-capped mountains.
There were no more snowflakes falling from the sky, instead there was a juice-like white liquid.
The nausea and dizziness brought by the stinking wind almost made Lynch vomit. He lit the scepter, and along with the strong light came cold-blooded rage.
Something is doing something beyond the realm of possibility. This place has not yet been swallowed up by the Shadow Continent; it is still a mortal realm.
The blazing light staff pushed away the stench and purified the impurities around Lynch.
He tread out a pure path among the debris and rushed towards the place where the evil was most rampant.
There is no doubt that the "predator" Huangqi has marked his prey.
There was nothing to stop Lynch except the ubiquitous corruption.
It was not until they stepped into the mountains in the north that a dull sound suddenly rang out.
"Behold! Life! My friend, you still have a chance to join us. The lair I have prepared for you in the garden has been built by the Nurglings. You will like it."
"Come on! Join us and become part of our big family. Every Nurgling will bless you."
The last time I heard this voice was in Lustria. At that time, Lynch could only rely on the sharpness of Kotego's scepter to struggle against the great demon.
Times have changed, but the devil has not.
Why would it think that the warriors who had traveled thousands of miles from Lustria to the northern glaciers would surrender to the enemy? "Do you think they have won? Do you think I would fall to the level of associating with demons, or even becoming a demon? Do you think I am afraid of death?"
“No, my friend, your words are too harsh. We have never been enemies. The gods do not want to destroy the human world, demon. Well, I prefer you to call me “the Unborn”, but it doesn’t matter. Just do what you like.
We just want to send gifts to other creatures that haven't awakened yet. I used to think that modern medicine could solve everything, but this is a magical world, so why not choose a more magical way of healing?"
"So you killed tens of thousands of living things with the plague?" Lynch's sarcasm did not keep up with his pace and was thrown behind his mind. He caught up with his master only after a moment.
"They are not dead, they just exist in a different form and have more companions. Your vision is too narrow and you cannot see the reality of the macro level."
The lizardman's cold mind couldn't help but feel a little condescending pity and hatred for the devil - this pitiful fellow who was led astray by the evil god is dead, that human is dead.
Broad sophistry may not be its true intention. From the moment it becomes a demon, it is no longer completely him.
Like every Nurgle demon, it is now a puppet of the God of All Things, a plaything on the chessboard, and one of the countless collections of the Plague Father.
"Do you still remember what you looked like when you were alive? The unborn." Lynch emphasized the pronunciation sarcastically. This name belongs to the devil and has nothing to do with humans.
He maliciously wanted to peel off the devil's ugly skin and let it see itself for itself.
"Do you remember what you looked like when you became a demon?"
"Of course I remember that it was a mistake, and I should have been on the path to true greatness, instead of staying in my own little world."
The dull voice had no hesitation at first, but at the end, its tail tone seemed to tremble slightly.
“As you wished, you have now become a big thing. You are a “god”, a high and mighty demigod in the Chaos Demon Realm. Why would a god bother a mortal like me?
I like this narrow world now, and I will stay in this corner where I can’t see anything “truly great”!
Why do you keep trying to persuade me? If you really have great love, you should respect me. "
It was rare that Lynch had the energy to mock others; he had never expressed it so freely since he came into this world.
"The man on the cranial throne had already made an offer to me, but I turned it down.
Your Master also invited me to follow His path not long ago, but I refused.
Who has the nerve to persuade me to take the path of the devil? I would rather die, have my soul torn into powder, and be annihilated in the final destruction, than to achieve eternity with you in the highest heaven. "
He didn't need eternity, nor did he need empty immortality. How could these fancy words compare to his faith and persistence? The dull tone in the evil wind disappeared. Perhaps it gave up in the face of difficulties and did not try to smelt real gold again.
No matter how much gold is burned, it is still gold. Only fake gold will turn black in the flame.
Perhaps because it had forgotten its shame, Lynch didn't have time to wait for it to hesitate, and it was already beyond help.
"I regret that I was greedy and that I desired worldly things."
In the Principality of Paraon, in a village adjacent to the Empire, in the temple of the Lady of the Lake, Louis de Miner lowered his head in despair and offered his last prayer to the god he had once believed in for a short time.
"I repent that I was proud of the unjust glory and that I stepped on the shoulders of the peasants just like the people I spurned."
"I regret that I once offered my loyalty to an unjust god. I thought he was a great and loving being, but I didn't expect him to be a noble god."
"I regret that I was timid."
Without a response, the gods will not care about an individual.
Louis stood up as if relieved, and returned the sword and armor to the noble spirits, freeing himself from his responsibilities and obligations.
He had taken the wrong path, he should have believed in Sigmar rather than the Lady of the Lake.
At the very least, Sigmar has noble humanity. When mortals are in despair, he will respond to all humans who truly believe in justice, no matter whether they are nobles or refugees.
The gods were too cold, and Louis would rather believe in a human hero. A less effective human emperor was better than ignoring the true gods of the lower levels.
It is better to believe in a myth written by humans than to believe in a symbol, a beautiful statue, a god who does not speak for most people.
At the very least, the emperor who founded the empire in the past had the beliefs he longed for and the ideals he respected.
The former adventurous knights stopped their adventure in this mountain village and also bid farewell to the nobles’ dreams.
He could not change this kingdom, not by becoming a Holy Grail Knight, not by becoming a king, because it was rotten to the core, its foundation was crooked.
Louis saw himself clearly and stopped clinging to unrealistic dreams.
He is not the chosen one, and he is not capable of fighting against the kingdom alone.
(End of this chapter)
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