Chapter 126: The Gate of Realm
No soldiers resisted anymore, and the hot-blooded race fled without any armor or weapons.
Lynch was not in a hurry to chase after them, as there should be lizard hunters ready in that direction.
The main enemy now is not the hot-blooded people.
The bloody battle that had lasted for eight thousand years was about to begin.
The wailing and despair of the mortals gradually solidified, and the wind of magic roared, cheering for the great existence that was about to come.
The charging banshee seemed to have discovered something and turned to flee without hesitation.
Accompanied by a loud bang, a yellow fog covered the night sky.
The chaotic rift in the Kara Temple, which had been silent for eight thousand years, was torn open again.
The fortress in front of Lynch was crying, screams and pain gathered into a pale yellow behemoth, and the entire fortress was under its feet.
The deafening laughter eclipsed all other sounds, and a mountain-like giant used death and despair to outline its shape in the mortal realm.
It was more powerful than any demon Lynch had ever seen! Thick pus kept oozing out of its bumpy, yellow-green, festering skin.
It shook slightly, and the stinking rain submerged an area of one kilometer in radius.
On its fat head, a pair of ferocious antlers trembled as it laughed. It was so happy.
The big unclean being who looked like a mountain of flesh stretched out his right hand towards the void. This was not a thank you to his collaborators.
It seemed to have grasped something and slowly pulled out a dozen-meter-long plague sword from the void.
This rusty giant demon sword made Lynch dizzy and weak before it even fully appeared.
Lynch did not dare to delay and without hesitation launched a desperate charge towards the demon that had not yet completely arrived.
He was too small. Compared to the huge unclean ones that were as big as a hill, Lynch was like an ant close to a human.
But he is still stronger than ants, because ants have no ability to tear human skin.
Lynch felt the curious gazes from above, and the strong malice seemed to have a physical form, almost crushing him to the ground.
Lynch inexplicably remembered a story he had read in his previous life, about a "knight" who charged at a windmill. How was he different from that foolish man now?
It's impossible to succeed.
There was no way he could wrestle such a giant.
The sense of crisis stirred his precarious sanity, and Lynch realized this with the help of his shaky clarity.
This demon shouldn't be in the mortal realm. It should be fighting a bloody battle with the gods of order in the Chaos Realm.
Mortals discover it too late, before the demon summoning ritual is activated.
Lynch walked across the decaying ground and resolutely smashed the wooden wall in front of him. The closer he was to the big demon, the more he could feel the inexplicable emotional disturbance.
He decisively activated the sun light of the scepter, and the warm sunlight made him feel better.
There was a voice teaching him to be afraid. He should be afraid, but he had long forgotten how to be afraid.
The tough hearts of the cold-blooded people were aroused to a tinge of despair by the great demon, not to mention the hot-blooded people who had not yet strayed away from the Kara Temple.
Thousands of humans dug out their own eyes and huddled in the shadows, shivering.
This was not enough, they took out the daggers with trembling hands and stabbed their ears.
The loss of vision and hearing did not make them feel any better; the suffocating despair and helplessness could still be felt through their skin.
They coughed and feebly tore their flesh, trying to use the pain to awaken their will to resist, but it was no use.
In front of a high-level demon, even gods would hesitate, let alone mortals? Lin Qi's strong soul saved his dignity, and he did not lose heart and collapse like a mortal.
Lynch dodged the juice falling from the sky while observing the big demon intently.
He could see that the great demon was not in a good state.
It's stuck between reality and illusion! Normally, when such a terrifying god-demon descends upon the world, the land within sight will be distorted by its power.
Now there were only some sounds and lights, but the residual power of the devil almost killed the stubborn resisters present.
After realizing this, Lynch became more sober.
He was rushing towards death.
Lynch desperately hoped that those meditative toads would wake up soon.
This is obviously a luxury. It will take a long time for Shilan to awaken. They are very slow to react in the real world.
Perhaps only after Lynch's death will they notice the coming of the demon and find a solution after long thinking.
Lynch tried hard to find a reason to die. The closer he was to the devil, the greater the pressure on his mind.
The soul transformation he had undergone previously was not enough for him to face this powerful enemy. He needed to convince himself and make up his mind.
When Lynch discovered that the demons were not even moving smoothly, he found a reason.
There is still a chance. The Great Demon has just cast its shadow over the mortal realm and has not yet fully entered reality. It is now extremely weak.
Lynch must seize the opportunity to try. At least he can consume the demon's limited power. It will be worth it even if he dies for it.
As long as they delay enough time, after Shi Lan wakes up, the cold-blooded people will find a way to destroy it.
The devil's fishy body odor did not affect Lynch. He had the foresight to block his instinctive breathing.
Otherwise, just getting close would cost Lynch his life.
The solid ground has turned into a fetid quagmire, and the ruins of the Kara Temple have been changed by great power, and their past glory can no longer be seen.
The resounding laughter shocked the hearts of mortals again and again, and the fire of light behind Lynch became weaker and weaker.
The demons that rushed towards Lynch have disappeared. They wanted to escape, but the big demon did not give them a chance.
The plague ended their journey in the mortal realm, causing them to dissipate one after another on their way to escape.
The demons that were fighting with the Archmage fled in all directions and disappeared into the shadows of the rainforest.
Now that Teclis had some free time, he activated all the artifacts on his body and tried to cast a high-level light spell.
The wizard's spell was lost in the earth-shaking laughter.
The world is screaming as the great devil raises the sword of plague in his hand.
Lynch crossed several trenches and got closer and closer to the big demon.
Even more overwhelming fear tore at the lizardmen, clamoring for the cold-blooded species to give up resistance.
Lynch cleared his mind, leaving only one thought.
He didn't dare roar, as this would allow the germs in the air to enter his body. Lynch was not sure whether his tough body could withstand the plague that could wither and decay even the gods.
Perhaps the only mortals left in the Kara Temple area are Lynch and Asur.
Because the wind carried the plague to further places, the area within a radius of ten miles became a desperate and rotten place.
The world sobbed as the great demon slowly swung the great sword.
The indescribable feeling of oppression almost pinned Lynch to the ground. He tried his best to resist the strong wind brought by the big demon's sword and continued to move forward foolishly.
With his feet deeply sunk into the ground, Lynch clenched his teeth, faced the cruel gaze of the Great Unclean One, and activated the arc of light of Kotego's scepter.
He already knew his end. Without miracles, how could mortals fight against gods? The world was shaking. The might of the giant sword split open the yellow clouds in the sky, frightening the white moon to a pale glow, and it fell into the distance as if running for its life.
Lynch inexplicably felt a vast and filthy thought, which declared from a high position.
"Mortal! The loving Father wants to see you."
I will be discharged from the hospital in just over a week.
When the time comes, I will make up for the missing daily updates first, and then the monthly tickets. It just so happens that the thread has been laid out and I can write smoothly.
(End of this chapter)
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