Chapter 354: Ghost Wall
Some reflective crystals appeared in the wasteland, which seemed to be the remaining crystals after high temperature. Lynch had no intention of exploring too much, as there were too many strange landforms in this world.
The crystal reflected the lizard man's posture. For some reason, Lynch always felt that something was abnormal. The intuitive feedback made him alert.
He continued his journey, passing through the puddles and weeds scattered across the land at a very fast speed, with his figure not being reflected on the water surface.
Layers of dark clouds were always lingering here, as if they were staring at the lizard man and were unwilling to move even a little bit.
The cold wind, sharper than a knife blade, was blowing more and more fiercely. The war had taken away all the people of Sylvania, and the merchants who used to travel here had long since disappeared.
Even the most daring merchants would not choose to enter Sylvania at this time.
So when Lynch noticed a caravan at the edge of his sight, he immediately noticed something was wrong.
They have normal heartbeats, warm blood, and the same fears as ordinary people.
More than twenty fully armed warriors were gathered around the two carriages. They were riding inferior horses, and Lynch could easily tell who was the captain of the guard by the different styles of their armor.
Most of them wore leather armor, except for the leading warrior who wore chain mail.
The person communicating with the leader was probably the chief of the merchants, because he could afford to wear a silk robe.
They look normal both on the outside and on the inside.
So ordinary that it’s a little weird.
Lynch straightened up and prepared to just pass them by unless the other party invited him to visit.
Obviously, any anomaly that dared to appear at this time must be directed at some shining cold-blooded species.
The merchants and guards, who originally had different expressions, changed their faces almost at the same time. They tilted their bodies stiffly and looked in the same direction.
They clearly shouldn't have seen Lynch. You know, the two sides were more than ten thousand steps apart, and there were rocks blocking the way.
But they all looked over.
Lynch couldn't be sure for a moment whether this was a coincidence, but he was not prepared to tolerate such provocation.
A strong wind blew across the earth, and the glowing figure was like an arrow that quickly flew across the earth and crashed straight into the caravan.
The blood was burned away by the high temperature before it could drip onto the scales. The scattered pieces of flesh floated in the sky for a long time before finally falling to the ground.
Lynch was sure they were dead.
The journey continued, but the further they went, the slower the lizardmen moved.
Because he found that the scenery around him had not changed much, he even returned to the place where he was long ago.
In the distance, a caravan was moving slowly forward.
It may take multiple practices to arrive at the truth.
Without thinking, Lynch suddenly accelerated and cleared out the seemingly normal caravan again.
Like a movie played in reverse, as Lynch continued to move forward, the rocks and lonely weeds slowly retreated, eventually sending him back to where he started.
But Lynch discovered changes hidden behind the scenes.
Something was approaching, but he couldn't see it. Unless the other party was powerful enough to hide from Lynch's perception, it would eventually reveal itself.
assassin?
But if a skilled assassin came here, he shouldn't expose himself at such a distance, and from Lynch's perception, there were many of them.
wizard.
This also doesn't seem like a wizard's trick. Even a vampire's shadow wizard might not be able to deceive his five senses.
No, just because ordinary mages can't do it doesn't mean the most outstanding mages can't do it.
Lynch seemed to have seen similar tricks before.
He crushed the scattered crystal particles on the ground with his foot, and slowly picked up another crystal nearby.
It appears to be glass, but is full of impurities and looks slightly cloudy.
There is only Lynch in the mirror.
His peripheral vision penetrated the crystal in his hand, and he discovered that the caravan in the distance had crossed the space at some point, appeared directly in front of him, and was still slowly approaching.
What would happen next? A horror scene from a human ghost story? The lizard man threw away the crystal with interest, as indifferent as a stone statue, quietly waiting for the other party's next move.
The human caravan seemed to have no memory of being repeatedly slaughtered. They once again fell into a uniform state of stagnation, and slowly turned their heads to look at Lynch like puppets.
Silence floated in the air, and a cold gaze looked down at the mortal with a strange expression, without any change of emotion.
The invisible confrontation lasted for a long time, until the dark clouds in the sky turned into horned skulls and faint, shrill cries were heard in the sound of the wind.
As if unable to bear any more pressure, tiny cracks appeared in the air, and the ground and the sky were torn apart by cracks like broken mirrors. Lynch subconsciously glanced at the crystals on the ground and, as expected, found cracks in them.
The crystal suddenly shattered, tearing apart the illusory world.
Nothing has changed. There is still a caravan in front of Lynch. He is indeed in a wilderness full of broken crystals. It seems that he was just pulled into the mirror just now.
Why go to so much trouble? The humanoid creatures that filled Lynch's perception range instantly revealed the answer to him.
He seemed to have been ambushed.
The humans in the caravan trembled violently. The hideous goat horns pierced their scalps and penetrated the helmets they were wearing. The bloody goat horns marked the beginning of the change.
Their torsos hunched unnaturally, and eventually, one by one, they fell off their horses, rolling and struggling on the ground.
The horses that were once enslaved by humans seemed to have reversed their identities and stood up.
In the blink of an eye, the horses' hind legs became as thick as buckets. They no longer neighed, but began to communicate with invisible beings using illogical words. By the time they walked on the ground like humans, the humans who once sat on them had degenerated into half cows and sheep.
They have the limbs and heads of animals, but their bodies are still human.
The imbalance of their limbs made them struggle in the mud, and Lynch was not sure whether they were enemies or not.
Maybe they were just innocent passers-by who happened to run into the transformation spell of the Tzeentch demon. Lynch sent these unclean creatures on their final journey.
In any case, they are hopeless, having been hopeless since they were assimilated. As long as they are even slightly contaminated by the power of chaos, there is no hope of being saved, unless a god is willing to lend a hand.
Not being completely firm is the same as being unsteady, and not being completely contaminated is the same as being seriously ill.
Only humans who believe in demons but have not lost their normal ideas would have naive fantasies. The ancient races have been fighting desperately for nearly ten thousand years not just for their own sovereignty. If they don't fight, they will only end up dead, unless they are willing to accept the life form after chaos and distortion.
From the very beginning, the battle between the mortal world and Isil was a life-and-death struggle, but many people still did not think so. They thought it was just a change of monarch.
The roars of wild beasts surrounded Lynch, hoarse laughter was hidden in the depths of the darkness, and flocks of strange birds broke through the dark clouds and frolicked in the smoke.
The overwhelming flock of carnivorous birds pressed towards the ground, as if a piece of the sky was collapsing, about to smash all civilization on earth.
(End of this chapter)
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