Chapter 442 Meeting Gift
The brutal and vast divine power washed over and confronted the lizard man in the soul.
It didn't seem friendly, and looked like it wanted to destroy the visitor directly.
The harshest winter is not enough to accuse the King of Winter of his cruelty. He is like a child being targeted by a cruel beast, or a mouse being covered by the shadow of a burly man.
Lynch didn't understand why it was hostile. This god who had single-handedly blocked the chaos in the north and had been fighting for thousands of years could create another living god by simply sending down a projection. It would not be wise to be his enemy.
What's more, this is Middenheim, where Ulric's divine power burns.
If you are a coward, you should run away in a hurry at this time. After all, it is like a solid entity, which seems to be able to shatter the mountains and crush the invaders.
For the gods, this direct contact is particularly deadly because this is the real world, not the heaven.
Even if a mortal champion were to come, there would be no more pressure. They would not be involved in more transcendent collisions. They could not sense God, and the channel to their souls was interrupted unless the Ascended focused their attention on them.
Perhaps inexplicable strength can scare away cowards, but Lynch is as ferocious as a beast. He is a beast who does not know how to retreat. It’s just that this conflict without reason is meaningless.
His power was insignificant compared to the sacred fire on the mountain top, but it did not extinguish the lizard man's courage. He had long ago forgotten how to fear his enemy, although he still thought the other party's reaction was a bit extreme.
The two fierce warriors were like tsunamis meeting each other. Facing the soul that was vaster than the ocean, the lizard man endured the dizziness and rushed straight forward.
The fleeting collision was silent and did not cause any ripples in reality.
The most perceptive mage only noticed that the sunlight suddenly became dimmer and the movement of clouds suddenly became faster.
The result is already clear: if a direct contact were to occur, the new god would not be able to compete with the most powerful ancient god.
Just when Lynch thought that the Lord of Winter was going to injure him severely without any measure, the iron fist that seemed to be about to fall into the human world suddenly stopped, and he sensed the excitement and unrestrained happiness coming from the other side of the world.
The silent cheers were the roars of the warriors. Lynch could not appreciate this kind of greeting gift. Perhaps if he showed any weakness, he would really be driven out of Middenheim.
Only then did he understand the local mythology of the Imperials. According to them, Yurik believed that bravery was the noblest virtue, and all villains who relied on conspiracy and trickery were enemies of the White Wolf God, and all cowards should be taught a lesson.
Even the use of long-range weapons is not encouraged by the White Wolf Cult. Like the Blood God's servants, they prefer close combat, but they are not as extreme.
Anyone who flees during a battle will be forever scorned by Ulric, unless the enemy has an overwhelming advantage and there is no hope of resistance, at which point escape can be considered a strategic diversion.
Apparently, after his reckless and rough probing, Lynch was considered a warrior, not a sneaky thief who wanted to get his hands on Middenheim.
An unnatural cold wind swept across the earth, and the noisy mortals all shivered. The cold wind blowing from the north rolled up bursts of snowflakes, and the sky was full of flying snow, floating freely in the sun.
Perhaps because of his consistent admiration for the brave, Yurik became a hospitable host at this time. The vast divine power filled the vacancy of Lynch, and he was forced to accept the generous gift.
The spirit that had been worn out by the material world was filled up again, and the vision that had been suppressed by the mortal world was broadened again. Lynch seemed to have returned to the time when he was a mortal, without any constraints.
The existence at the end of the universe called out to Lynch, inviting the Lizardmen to step into the Supreme Heaven, enter his fortress, and continue the endless war with the Chaos Gods together.
The result was negative. It was estimated that only after experiencing such companions on the battlefield could Lynch adapt to such companions.
The time has not come yet, and he must at least bring the remaining gifts of Ashhoranka back to Lustria.
There is no coercion, the warrior's destiny is free, and the Warrior God knows this truth well.
The formation of cliques and factions began at this time. Lynch heard the White Wolf God's contempt for the "God of Fraud" Lanold. The praise for the Lizardmen almost appeared at the same time as the disparagement of Lanold.
Even Tzeentch could not escape the word "cowardice", perhaps this was a curse to the God of Change in person, everyone knew that He knew every word of the conversation.
The "Great Deceiver" did not show up to explain himself, perhaps everything is still part of Tzeentch's plan.
The brief exchange lasted for a few breaths, and all the strange phenomena disappeared just as they had come, along with the thoughts directed towards Lynch.
In a trance, Lynch had already walked to the bridge, and only half of the long bridge was left.
Mortals are still talking about the sudden snowfall before, which has been given various interpretations. People with ulterior motives try to tie it to the suppressed "uprising" and try to call it Yurik's regret for the cessation of resistance.
Such statements really attracted quite a few people, and the "speaker" who had not yet been arrested began to plan the next round of marches and demonstrations.
Others attributed the sudden cold wave to the gods' dissatisfaction with the riots, and there are many people who hold the same view.
As for the truth, those who understand will understand.
Ants on a flat surface cannot see the clouds in the sky; mortals are like ants compared to the gods.
Most of Middenheim's generals and archbishops were fighting outside, and the only ones left to guard the administration of the fortress were a high-ranking priest of the church and three law lords.
Lynch didn't see any action from them. The law lord who was responsible for suppressing the riot simply talked with the village elders and representatives of various industries for a while, then hurried back to Middenheim.
Perhaps they didn't want to make things worse and just wanted to maintain basic stability before the army returned.
After crossing the bridge, Eugen's carriage circled the mountainside for ten times. Spiral stairs and spires are the main theme of this mountain, and bridges connect various passages.
It was almost noon before they reached the top of the mountain, and the horses were so tired that they snorted in protest.
The tower of Middenheim was in sight. On the towering walls, three unfortunate men were hung, and everyone entering the city could see their exposed emblems or identity crests.
A Myrmitia missionary, a Sigmar priest, and a scholar who is suspected to be a follower of Verena.
Just as Lynch entered the city, another bruised Bretonnian knight was chained by the burly White Wolf knight and hung on the city wall.
The management of White Wolf City is as sloppy as rumored. The White Wolf Cult hardly cares about anything, but they are very good at solving problems. Lynch has witnessed Yurik's temper, and it seems that the locals are as easy-going as their god.
(End of this chapter)
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