Chapter 316: Flashy
The northern half of the Giants' Homeland Mountains have turned into deformed living creatures, wriggling in the snow like maggots, with white juice all over the sky with tiny mouths, singing the praises of the Grandfather God before falling to the ground.
The ice turned into the stratum corneum, and the snow turned into a nightmarish mass of festering flesh.
The suffocating fog blocked Karado's vision. Even Noel could not see the mysterious shadow wandering in the fog.
The fog grew thicker and thicker, its color gradually turning into a dark yellow like manure water.
The anger cooled in the dwarf's heart, and his grief and indignation were replaced by an involuntary feeling of nausea.
Just smelling a stench from afar can make them dizzy, what if they step into the fog? A retching sound was heard beside Karado. The elf vomited, which was normal.
When he found that the elf was shaking and seemed about to collapse, he suppressed his anger and desire for revenge, roughly grabbed the elf's hand, and took Noel back to the south.
This is not an area they can interfere in.
The mist maliciously brought by the wind of decay from time to time made the dwarves' legs and feet weak, and the elves who lacked resistance were directly dizzy. If they were not evacuated in time, I am afraid that the unlucky guy would die directly on this distorted ice field.
Karado simply grabbed the elf's arm and dragged him towards the south, ignoring the bubbles that were broken on the mutant snowfield as the elf slid.
He couldn't care less at this point. He couldn't handle the elves, and he couldn't bring Nor out unharmed like he had done to his ancestors.
He himself could hardly hold on any longer.
A huge, strange sound, as if a mountain was stretching, came from behind. Karado couldn't suppress his curiosity and looked back while fleeing.
Between the fog on the ground and the yellow clouds in the sky, mountains stood up.
If the other dwarves heard what Karador was thinking, they would surely think he was a deranged lunatic.
But the mountain did stand up.
The cliffs turned into giant blood-red horns, the peaks turned into disgusting things that kept wriggling like the tail of a maggot, and in the center of the mountains grew a giant mouth that could swallow a city-state in one gulp. Long scarlet tongues that were more sticky than snakes were spit out by the peaks.
They screamed, like countless dwarves wailing, and the long, muffled sound made the dwarves feel uncomfortable on a spiritual level.
Karado stared blankly at the changes in the north and almost forgot to escape.
It's not scientific, but it's magical.
Faced with the fear of the huge beast, the tiny creature pressed down on the dwarf. Fortunately, although his legs were so weak that he could hardly walk, his bones were still hard.
There was no berserker crawling towards the enemy. Karado gritted his teeth and fought against the icy chill in his veins, not becoming the first.
A terrible noise that seemed to shatter the mountains almost knocked the dwarf to the ground.
The southernmost mountain announced the end of the new life with a wail that resounded throughout the world.
The fleshy rocks on its body separated from the main body one after another, and the mountain fell to the ground in a violent tremor.
The force of the mountain collapsing caused the ground to shake again and again. Karado lost his balance and was knocked to the ground by the local earthquake.
Before the back of his head hit the ground, a bright light shone from the fog, and the pure beam of light instantly penetrated another rising mountain.
Like a spear of light hurled by a god at the monster, it pierced through the monster unimpeded, creating a huge gap in the living mountain.
The huge hole was still burning with flames. The sacred flame did not spare any unclean things. It was like a raging fire meeting paper. Compared to the monster, the wound was insignificant, but it was filled with flames in the blink of an eye.
The sacred flame was like an inextinguishable wildfire, instantly igniting impurity.
The abnormal effect of the engine ray made Lynch a little suspicious. He had never seen such a powerful effect before.
He fired his engine beam at yet another mountain, but this time the beam simply passed through the mountain and did not ignite the distorted creature as it had done before.
It is even more unpredictable than the weather in Kislev.
Lynch no longer struggled with the twisted creatures summoned by the devil. He always liked to directly solve the existence that created the problem, so that the problem disappeared.
One huge monster after another blocked the Lizard Man's way, trying to stop him from moving north.
But the cold-blooded species were like nimble fish, moving left and right between the mountains and easily passing through the blockade.
This can't go on.
Epidemius had already considered retreating, as Nurgle's magic seemed completely incapable of targeting the individual in front of him.
If given the chance, it really wanted to capture this mutant lizardman as a test subject to study more prominent diseases.
While moving forward, Lynch randomly activated the engine beam from time to time, allowing the beam to disrupt the pace of the mountains, making it easier for him to break out of this area.
The devil is right in front of us, and it seems that the opponent is not a Great Unclean One, but some more special existence.
This is a good thing; it is harder to kill a mountainous Unclean One than a tiny Bloodletter.
This is not only reflected in the strength between the demons. The tenacious vitality of the Great Unclean Ones makes them like an eternal mountain of flesh. No matter how much flesh is smashed or how much blood and flesh is cut off, they can grow back in the blink of an eye.
If it is a Great Unclean One, Lynch will have to break into the demon's body and purify it with the flames on his body and the heat of the scepter.
It would be a long and extremely disgusting process, and no one would want to fight the Great Unclean Ones unless it was absolutely necessary.
The wind of heaven seems to be stronger, perhaps the demon is invoking the spell of heaven.
While distracted, Lynch once again shot a beam of engine ray forward.
He didn't need to hit the enemy, just maintain the deterrent effect of suppressive fire.
The Nurgling pushed Epidemius's sedan with great effort, but an unexpected laser approached the "Nurgler Scribe" who was still thinking about other things in the blink of an eye.
All the demons thought that the ray would fall into the air without any accuracy like before.
But fate was not kind to me.
Strong light filled the Nurglings' stunned eyes, and the heat came over them. In the next moment, after the light disappeared, their masters also disappeared.
Black smoke was floating in the air above the plague sedan, and it seemed that the temperature of the beam of light was really high.
Confusion made the Nurglings stop moving, and they didn't react until the yellow clouds in the sky began to dissipate and the chaos magic that maintained their existence gradually disappeared. They dissipated like smoke and dust.
Their owner was hit by a stray bullet.
A one in ten thousand probability is not so easy to encounter. There is no doubt that once hit by bad luck, the cowardly death will leave a deep impression in Epidemius' long memory.
Before dying, it did not miss the Wind of Heaven which suddenly reached its peak. The scope of this magic covers destiny.
It must be Tzeentch's doing.
"Carlos"
"Scribe Nurgle" muttered in a low voice, revealing a strong sense of malice in his affirmative tone.
This matter is not over yet. One of it and that damn two-headed chicken must be sent to the soul furnace.
Epidemius listened maliciously to the whispers of countless tiny lives in the Chaos Realm, and with the help of the omnipresent power of Nurgle, he determined the location of the "Weaver of Fate".
(End of this chapter)
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