Chapter 111: A lot of things to do
Lynch dealt with the follower and did not chase the fleeing ogre.
He was so decisive that Lynch could only vaguely sense a direction.
The blueprint that had not yet been stained by blood attracted the lizardmen's attention. It contained the lizardmen's special engine.
This is some kind of ship-like device that can be made from local materials, using a pile of sand, water and other fluids to form a floating ark.
Lynch named it the "Zonqi Engine".
Because it has the symbolic symbol of the "Water God" Zongqi, it is the creation of the ancient saint Zongqi.
Lynch seemed to have just met a team of explorers who came to hunt for treasure. They were indeed strong enough, but unfortunately they met Lynch and Tigris.
The leading human witch had her spellcasting ability easily blocked by the archmage, and the strong warriors were rendered powerless by the mage's curse.
Even if they let it do what it wants, they can only hold on for a breath longer.
One of the human warriors had a deformed body and a small crystal mirror sandwiched inside his leather armor stained red with blood.
He was not completely dead, and was still mumbling something.
"This is the fate, this is the price."
"Old man, you are not the Mirror God, and the Mirror God is not you. Only I know that."
"…So I come to meet my destiny…I want to find you…"
"Teacher Leiter... How can mortals resist God? We are all puppets controlled by fate..."
"Free yourself... If I am still myself on the Invisible Island... I want to help you free yourself..."
"I didn't see you in the mirror spirit's eyes... Old Rhett... are you still there?"
"Hold on... just like you taught me... I'm coming... Teacher..."
"Rest in peace... I'm coming..."
The alienated human has lost his luster in his eyes, and his soul goes to the place where he was destined to go since birth.
That is the Chaos Realm. He will be fought over by demons, or be marked by a powerful person and become a slave and food exclusively for a great demon or demon prince.
For the mortals chosen by Chaos, their fate is determined from the very beginning.
He seemed to be talking to himself, or conversing with an invisible being.
Lynch didn't get an answer from Tigris's translation, but it didn't matter.
Life is so insignificant. Billions of mortals are just toys on the sandbox of the dark gods. Who cares about the joys and sorrows of individuals?
All the races in the mortal realm exhausted all their energy, but only delayed the time of their complete fall into the abyss by eight thousand years.
If even one brick or tile fails to hold up this crumbling building, the building will collapse.
The evolution of civilization and the rise and fall of nations are meaningless; they are merely food and toys of the powerful.
The wars between nations are to quench the thirst of the God of Blood, and the deduction of science is the whim of the God of Change.
Whether in turmoil or peace, the Dark Prince can always get what he wants from mortals' emotions.
The destruction and rebirth of individuals are all under the care of the Plague Lord.
The power of darkness grows stronger, the cold-blooded can no longer hold on, and the gods of order are about to enter their twilight.
The force trying to tear down the building is growing stronger, while the building's foundation and pillars are already unable to bear the weight.
They are always looking for an opportunity to completely collapse the tall building, so that they can do whatever they want with the fallen ruins.
Perhaps this mutant has had a life of ups and downs, has repeatedly lost his happiness and peace, but has not yet lost his conscience.
But under the power of the four gods, he didn't even have the chance to maintain his inner perseverance.
But he was lucky enough.
Happiness and comfort never belong to cold-blooded people. Lynch knew this since he was born.
This is a war, the only war in the world.
It lasted for eight thousand years, and the gods of order and various races resisted for eight thousand years.
Lynch was just one of the new recruits for this conflict, a mere insignificant individual, but he knew from the beginning the magnitude of the honor.
There is no greater glory than this. He is the sand that builds the building and the stone that resists darkness.
Being able to use his life to save a collapsing building is the life he has always dreamed of.
This is also the small and insignificant life of all lizardmen. The cold-blooded species has been at the forefront of the fight against darkness since their birth, without a chance to relax.
Cold-blooded people cannot fall under high pressure, and Lynch cannot be easily defeated by darkness.
Otherwise, all living beings in the world will suffer the same tragic fate as the alienated ones.
The little incident did not affect Lynch's pace northward.
Another day passed, and Lynch saw dozens of destroyed lizardman settlements.
There are piles of bones scattered around, and most of the remains are incomplete, and it is even impossible to piece together a complete skeleton.
Judging from the size of the skeletons, almost all of them are skink lizards, and only rarely can you see the huge skeleton of a monitor lizard.
Skink skulls can sometimes be found hanging from tree branches.
It's like some kind of demonstration and show-off.
There was no lingering scent of chaos, and the instigator did not even intend to demonstrate the power of the Blood God.
Similarly, those Jingguans made of piled up stone and with only bones left were not deliberately built skull bases.
When passing by large ruins, the word "corpses everywhere" is not enough to describe the tragedy.
The gold decorations were stolen, the large gold statues that could not be moved were melted down, and the shocking holes told of the greed of the visitors.
Unfinished mana spires were torn down because they were just stone and hindered looters from plundering.
It was like digging three feet into the ground. The entire ground in front of Lynch was turned over.
He knew that gold was precious to the warm-blooded, but he didn't understand. Was it because their minds were twisted by the Dark Prince? He understood it, because greed was rooted in the souls of these failed creatures. The Dark Prince didn't need to incite them, and it could drive mortals crazy.
As Asur frowned slightly, the traveler walked past the ruins.
The subsequent journey became increasingly bloody and decadent.
Passing by a small temple, next to a demolished building.
Those bundles of bound tailbones might be found with their corresponding owners among another pile of corpses.
The ways in which Shijianke was tortured and killed were so bizarre that Lynch once thought that it was a Slaanesh banshee who visited the northern rain forest.
The Moon City is a holy place for astrology. When the city was first built, no consideration was given to resisting foreign enemies.
It was never built for concealment or defense.
After the catastrophe, there are still some sophisticated astronomical observatory buildings left in the outer rainforest.
Like other temples that have suffered disasters, Lynch can only glimpse the shape of the broken bricks to guess what it looked like when it first stood.
In the distant past, any fortune teller who had a basic understanding of astrology could use it to observe the universe.
Now there is nothing left, and the cold-blooded species cannot reproduce the miracles created by the ancient saints.
This was not a recent destruction; it had been slowly dying ever since the first Druzil and the Undead Corsairs arrived on Lustria.
Now, it has been completely swept into the grave of yesterday, and even the meaning of commemoration is no longer there.
(End of this chapter)
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