Chapter 361 The Long Night (Part 2)
What warns the Lizardmen most is its speed, and the Secret Keeper is no more capable than that.
Its extreme dexterity coupled with its absolute control over its flesh and blood allows it to even move the distribution of its flesh and blood in an instant to avoid attacks. What's more terrifying is that its strength is not much weaker than Lynch's.
Vampire? There shouldn't be such a powerful bloodline. Even the vampires of the Strigoi family can only partially change their flesh and blood, not do whatever they want like this.
No, it was the first generation of vampires, the founder of the Strigoi family, famous for its power and control over flesh and blood.
The Strigoi vampires were supposed to be nothing but bestiality, rage, and endless power, but they degenerated after losing their original ancestor, and even their own kind looked down on them.
Obviously, the one the Lizardmen were facing was not a descendant of Usoran who had degenerated to a shameful level. Perhaps it was not as skilled as Abhorash in the use of weapons, but its strength and agility were enough to enable it to confront the ancestor of the Blood Dragon family.
"Who are you?"
The hard scales covered Lynch's wounds again in just a few breaths, and the seemingly serious injuries recovered in the blink of an eye.
The lizardman's poor Imperial language was met with sneers. The monster slowly stretched its body to the size of a giant and muttered incoherently:
"It doesn't matter, I'm just a loser."
Hatred brewed in its red eyes, and its rationality gradually became turbid. Who still remembered the once prosperous empire and its king? Lynch rushed straight towards the vampire who was constantly changing his position, and tightly entangled the beast that had exposed its true form.
The brutal collision of forces toppled towering trees, and the rocks were like soft dough, crushed into complete particles between the two powerful men.
Eerie blood-red lightning streaked across the dark clouds, and the belated rumble of thunder was an echo of the raging wind of magic.
While the warriors were fighting fiercely, one after another green rays shot towards Lynch from afar. Illusory silver symbols appeared around Lynch, and the overloaded Thorns of Typok blocked the gaze that could wither everything.
It almost penetrated the Lizardmen's magical protective device, which was an incredible thing in the entire mortal world. The last wizard who achieved this was Carlos, the "Fate Weaver".
Did Zacharias, the "Eternal One", or Arkhan the Black come to the Empire? Was it Vlad? Or was it the resurrection of Nikolaiki's ancestor, Vorsoron? An answer that Lynch didn't want to admit was revealed. Magic came from Nagash, the "Immortal".
It did not hide in Nagashjar, nor did it fight with the kings of Nehekhara. Instead, it lived abnormally in the Imperial province of Sylvania, and mysteriously recovered its strength.
There is no doubt that its abnormal behavior brought devastating disaster to the entire old world, or in other words, its mere existence posed a threat to the world.
The battle continued, the inhuman collisions tearing the entire swamp apart, the trees toppled over to form a thousand tortuous roads, and the potholes were marked with the figures of lizardmen or the lords of the ghoul kings.
The earth trembled with brute force, and the spell of the Supreme Undead broke its last hold. By the time the entire swamp had turned into a plain, several local earthquakes had occurred in the area.
The thick dark clouds were like thousands of ghosts, suppressing the two fighting beasts.
The storm is coming.
Abeson and his companions hid in the cracks of the rocks and blocked the entrance of the cave with a nearly half-rotten tree trunk with some difficulty.
It sounded like thunder, or the howl of some wild beast. Something seemed to have happened in the swamp in the east.
No militia wanted to go and find out what was going on. They now only hoped to wait for the subsequent legions to enter Sylvania.
It is impossible for the Empire to abandon the southern front as long as any troop passes by, no matter if it is the Nord army or the assault force of Ivy.
All Abbeson wanted now was to return to Utbad, to his warm home.
Of course, he would have to inform whichever officer he chose of his discovery at Schwarzhaven.
Leader West, who was hiding in the cave with him, prayed anxiously to the Goddess of Mercy. His prayers led to endless prayers, and anyone could see the fear behind the prayers.
The ground was shaking, and the mortals were shaking helplessly as well. No one could hold on to hope. They were now like fellow passengers on a small boat in a storm, and the boat was in danger of sinking at any time.
Another loud, angry thunder sounded, and this time Abeson was sure that it was not thunder, but the roar of some monster.
Perhaps it is best to know nothing about the outside world at this time. He should fall asleep, which is better than letting his wild thoughts bring him more fear.
Another completely different dull roar intertwined with the previous loud roar, and Abeson heard that the roar was made by the monster that had attacked the legion before.
What kind of monster could fight that monster? Perhaps the Empire should not disturb the tranquility of Sylvania. It is too dangerous here. No one knows how many terrifying things exist in the forest.
There was another violent shaking, as if someone had smashed the foundation of Sylvania. Scattered rubble fell on Abeson's head, and he couldn't help but feel his heart in his throat.
The conscripted militiaman from Rickland in the same team carefully protected the weak flame. When the vibration came, he almost extinguished the only source of light. If he really did that, Abeson would definitely teach him a lesson with a stick.
Perhaps Shaurya shed tears for these humble mortals, and the destructive storm in the outside world did not reach this harbor under the rock.
The Wesson leader who was in charge of choosing the hiding place moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing. Abeson could guess that he wanted to say something encouraging.
It is said that he was once a cleaner at Noon College and had enjoyed the influence of science. Abeson still remembered how confident he was when he chose this triangle area for refuge, as well as the long list of incomprehensible terminology he used at the time. Looking back now, he was not sure at the time.
After all, he was not a bachelor of the Imperial Academy, and a bachelor would not condescend to do hard labor in the Logistics Corps.
Abeson prayed silently to Tal, just like the people of West who had been praying for Sharya. In the face of natural disasters, mortals can only pray, they have no other choice.
Blood formed a carpet in Utbad, and human bones and flesh became the new decorations on the ground.
The tall skull pedestal was piled up at the highest point of the human provincial capital, and the former ruling hall became the bedrock of the skull pedestal.
The exiled demigod used his battle axe to carve densely packed sacrificial symbols around the skull seat. As always, his sacrifice did not win the Lord God's favor.
Khorne shows no mercy.
Driven by madness and rage, this pitiful beast follows the trail left by the Tzeentch demons and carves out a bloody path to the east, to Sylvania.
Only death can put an end to Skarbrand's killing spree.
(End of this chapter)
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