Chapter 315: Fancy and Flowery
Sometimes giving up does not mean failure, but recklessly going to the end even though you know it is a dead end.
But there are some roads that you have to take, even if it is a dead end, you have to use all your strength to go against it.
There is never an enemy to fight Lynch, because the Nurgle demons are never known for their strength on the front battlefield. The war has already begun, in every cell and every blood vessel.
All individuals have become a vast battlefield, with millions of soldiers guarding their bodies fighting brutally with countless invaders, and tens of thousands of tiny lives dying every second.
Obviously, the plague alone cannot do anything to Lynch.
He had already experienced enough similar trials. What seemed like a violent storm to mortals were merely ripples to him.
The plague was more inconspicuous than a ripple when it first occurred, and its hidden nature that even the true God could not identify it made this masterpiece of the loving father a miracle.
A larger sample of observations and more infected individuals are needed to confirm the universal nature of the plague.
Epidemius continued to write on the original site of Dulong City, and was pushed into the gap between the Chaos Realm and reality by Nurglings from time to time, using the transcendent state of half-entering the Chaos Realm to gain macroscopic observation ability.
It's a pity that the cursed dwarf blew up the plague-infected sample, otherwise Epidemius would have been able to roughly figure out the mechanism of the plague by now.
Time is running out, and the "Plague Inspector" uses the magic wind to spread the virus-carrying fog to distant places in order to obtain more samples for observation.
It's all the fault of the stupid dwarves. If they hadn't gone crazy and blown up the city, Epidemius would have been recording a plague by now.
It has to stay in this ruin for a while longer, its mission is not yet completed.
When the anomaly exploded in its second vision, it was not surprised at all.
It is always like this, it should be endlessly busy with important work, but mortals always want to disturb the great mission.
A blazing heat swept in from the south, something hot was approaching, like a warm host welcoming a close friend, hurriedly walking towards a guest whom he had not seen for a long time.
Obviously, Epidemius has no friends in the real world, only countless enemies.
It's troublesome, very troublesome, it doesn't want to waste time fighting.
The "Plague Scribe" continued writing with his pen, and only after finishing another observation sample did he turn his attention to the uninvited troublemaker.
It was strange that the other party had a similar essence to it, like the spirit of the forest, but purer.
It was only then that Epidemius really took it to heart.
Only beings with the essence of Ithil can pose a threat to demons. Powerful Ithil entities can even kill demons. It is not exile, but true death.
The newcomers have not yet reached that level, but even the smallest rulers are far beyond the ordinary.
Mortals have countless false gods. These insignificant rulers compared to the true God are fully qualified to call themselves gods in front of mortal believers.
Because they are indeed gods in some respects, they are demigods.
A god who can be killed is not a true god. No matter what he is called by mortals, he is just a false god in front of demons.
Because every high-level demon that has ever come into the world has been revered as a god by mortals. Foolish mortals do not understand the truth, but they know it very well.
Epidemius looked solemnly toward the south and coughed violently.
Droplets overflowed from the demon's mouth, and an indescribable stench instantly infected the already strange wind.
Lynch blocked his sense of smell, so when he discovered that even the glacier with horns was suddenly dying, he finally reacted.
There was some spell coming down and the demon was attacking him with magic.
Apart from a slight tingling sensation on his scales, Lynch didn't feel anything else.
The plague had no effect. The opponent seemed to have a high level of resistance and his body was difficult to be penetrated by the virus.
That’s nothing. The “Withering Reckoner” has seen countless equally tenacious individuals. They all eventually succumbed to the plague, dominated by soul-corroding germs, and their tenacious wills wandered in weakness.
It likes the scene where the strong are shaken by the plague the most. It is the most beautiful scene in the world.
Epidemius gasped violently, and turbid blood overflowed from its festering mouth, infecting the white liquid snow.
A change occurred in the filthy white rain. The falling sap caused spores to grow on the earth, and in the blink of an eye, the spores gave birth to tall granulations covered with raised pox.
The heat from Lynch's body evaporated the rain that wanted to fall on him, and the snow around him was also purified by the heat.
The pox buds were ignited and the juice that came out of the explosion was evaporated in a moment. They were completely useless.
This was a failed spell. Perhaps it could have easily destroyed the mortal army, but it did not accomplish anything.
It is that luminous individual that Epidemius seeks to pollute.
It inhales deeply and exhales gently.
Thick fog overflowed from its mouth and instantly covered the mountains.
The road disappeared, and all reference points disappeared.
Vision is no longer reliable, the sense of smell has long been blocked, and hearing is useless in the noise of thick juice splashing on the ground.
But Linqi prefers to rely on hunting sense when hunting. His eyes and ears can deceive him, but his intuition cannot.
He now even had the confidence to use his intuition to determine the correct answer to the ancient sage's puzzle and directly skip the complicated deduction process.
His steps did not slow down at all, and without even a hint of hesitation, he moved straight towards Epidemius.
The corrosiveness that the fog should have seemed to have disappeared. If the rocks that had not yet been deformed had not been completely swallowed up by the fog, it would even have thought that it had cast the wrong magic.
It can be confirmed that the target's soul has not been distorted by the spell, and even the body has not degenerated.
This is not right.
Even the Sky Titan would have fallen to the ground, as even the most powerful Titan would not be able to resist this spell with his physique.
The "Plague Recorder" then noticed the not-so-shiny carapace behind the cold-blooded creature. Compared to the glittering lizardmen, it was so low-key that it didn't seem like a masterpiece of the old gods.
Obviously, no matter how strange the ancient saints' creations are, they are extraordinary.
Within the armor's force field, the strange lizardman seemed to be magically insulated.
If Carlos, the "weaver of fate", noticed this intersection of fate, he would laugh his feathers off.
It couldn't penetrate the anti-magic force field of the Old Gods, let alone a Nurgle demon who is not good at magic?
It is true that compared to mortals, Nurgle demons are considered top-level masters of magic, but compared to the Lord of Change, they are just babies babbling in front of adults.
A terrifying change occurred in front of the dwarves, causing the dwarves and elves who were about to rush under the clouds to stop.
(End of this chapter)
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