Chapter 155: Ancient Echoes
But it was regrettable that the corpses that jumped up fled into the depths of darkness, and did not choose to confront the adventure team head-on.
In just a few blinks of an eye, all the headless and boneless corpses disappeared without a trace.
The great wizard used the wind from heaven to clear away the fog.
The bodies were fleeing northward.
This coincided with Lynch's route, so he chose to pursue without hesitation.
The jungle gradually became restless, as if the beasts were waiting for the dawn.
These corpses are faster than the ratmen. If it weren't for the wizard's magic, Lynch would have lost his target long ago.
From time to time, some gold diggers would unexpectedly meet the team and die in Lynch's casual killings.
When the first rays of morning light arrived, the witch hunter's fear dissipated a little, but he still looked a little dull.
Maybe the witch hunter was really influenced by the vampire. The vampire had used a similar trick on Lynch, using a human skin book.
Lynch once thought that they were the nine volumes of Nagash.
The master of the Dread Fleet was looking for pages of the book and found his way into the rainforest, and this Nicholaschi was also wandering in the rainforest with the human skin book.
It’s hard not to make associations.
The witch hunter was still looking around nervously, but the archmage did not discover the mystery that the witch hunter was enduring. This only meant that the spell had already been triggered and had been taking effect secretly.
If something really happened to humans, it must be a force similar to a curse.
Several magical lights lit up on the human, but it only made him more miserable, so Teclis cautiously stopped trying.
During the boring chase, the sun rose completely, dispelling most of the darkness in the rainforest, but there were always shadows in the dense woods.
As Lynch passed by a shady tree, a violent attack startled the hunting tree snake.
The huge force hit Lynch's back, but Lynch was pushed back a step unexpectedly.
A headless corpse floated in the air and was about to escape, but was pierced by Lynch's scepter.
The desecrated flesh and blood burned on the scepter, and the hot-bloods felt unnatural fear.
This fear was not brought by the corpse, but came from the depths of the jungle.
They seemed to have stepped into ancient ruins.
In the vast ocean, on an amorphous island mixed with broken mirrors.
The book in the old man's hand was nearly half rotten, but there were still half of the pages left that could be written on.
His pen was constantly drawing on the book, and in between writing, the old man would look up from time to time to observe the broken mirror reflecting the Isthmus of Lustria.
It seems that Tzeentch promised this coup. From the time he contacted the Keeper of Secrets until now, things have been going smoothly.
The old man would occasionally lend his will, using the help of humans far away in the Isthmus of Lustria to observe the cold-blooded species, then quickly and cautiously withdraw it.
It was too smooth. Except for the wizard and the target itself, the thoughts of other creatures were completely unable to stop the arrival of the Changer.
The old man concentrated again, and with veins bulging, he wrote a name on the book.
"Nagash."
In an instant, the pages of the book died like a living person, spontaneously combusting and turning into ashes.
The old man's story was fulfilled, even if it was only for a second, it was enough for the necromancer to borrow.
The blue flames in the old man's eyes burned brighter, as if he was delighted by this.
That damn reptile would inevitably die at the hands of the Great Necromancer. After all, that rebellious Necromancer had the power to bring death to gods, let alone a mere mortal.
In the vast ocean and deep trench.
The sleeping giant beast opened its huge yellow eyes again.
The voice calling to it from the storm grew stronger.
How long had it been since it heard that kind call? Thousands of years? Tens of thousands of years? Or even longer? Capeu had lost track of time. Ever since its master disappeared, it had been sleeping until recently.
It must stay at the bottom of the sea. This is the final order left by the Supreme Lord.
But the master's legacy was triggered, and the holy object was calling Capeu.
The island-like monster covered with irregular scales slowly sank, resisting the voice that could control it.
But it was of no use, water was His medium and His power.
No matter how deep Capeu dives into the ocean, it cannot stop its call.
Capeu cannot disobey orders, it must lie dormant, forever.
This is to avoid affecting the reproduction of its owner's new creations on earth.
The call from afar became clearer and clearer. Capeu subconsciously swam to the northeast, then struggled to swim to the southwest.
The sea water was stirred up by the giant object, and waves arose on the sea without any wind, and huge waves appeared that could destroy the fleet.
The increasingly grand call defeated Capeu's last bit of hesitation.
In the abyss, city-sized monsters that resemble clawed black fish no longer resist the call.
Perhaps, its owner has returned, and that call is the latest order.
It must destroy everything around the holy relic and close the Supreme Eye! On the Isthmus of Lustria, the setting sun could not dispel the chill of the savages.
Lynch gradually approached a continuous mountain range. In his perception, the forest in front of him was nothingness.
Lynch just took a step forward, but it seemed as if he had crossed an invisible dividing line.
The lush rain forest disappeared, turning into a gloomy temple ruin. Deep in the ruins, the temple square was transformed into a cemetery.
Lynch stepped back in disbelief, but after just one step back, he saw the dense jungle in front of him again.
Maybe this is some kind of illusion.
Lynch rushed into the abnormal place first, and at a certain moment, he sensed an evil gaze.
He thought it was the owner of the ruins who was peeping, but the direction of the peeping was clearly coming from his teammates.
In a flash, the glimpse disappeared like an illusion.
The hot-blooded people entered the ruins one after another. It was broad daylight outside, but it was always dark inside the ruins.
The Archmage suddenly struck the ground with his staff, adding the Shield of Safri to the Hot-bloods.
Dozens of headless corpses emerged from the shadows, and Lynch was the first to bear the brunt of the violent attack.
The lizardmen responded with a torrential counterattack, and in a single blow, they purified all the undead that were rushing towards them.
The sudden attack knocked down the hot-bloods, but fortunately, the attack of the headless corpse was not enough to break through the magic shield.
Before the hot-blood could get up, Lynch had already knocked down the other attackers.
Hoarse incantations rang out from the depths of the ruins. More and more headless corpses emerged from the shadows, preventing the warriors from going deeper into the ruins.
What's worse is that the witch hunter seemed to have suddenly encountered a nightmare and collapsed to the ground weakly. If it weren't for Sorian's assistance, he would have died in a foreign land.
The elusive raids seriously slowed down Lynch's pace, and the mage was unable to gather strategic magic in the frequent attacks.
New undead are constantly awakened, working with headless corpses to intercept invaders.
Lynch broke through the sea of undead, but this seemed to drive them crazy.
A physical mountain of corpses piled up in front of Lynch, eventually surrounding Lynch and crushing the lizard man under the mountain of flesh.
Countless undead souls piled up into a ball, using their own weight to delay the advance of the cold-blooded.
Lynch swung the scepter slowly but firmly, burning the undead surrounding him and smashing the corpses that stood in his way.
(End of this chapter)
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