Chapter 156: Book of Fear
The lizard man no longer had time to pay attention to his teammates. He could only choose to believe in their tenacity.
There was clearly only one vampire, but it managed to summon an army that would require dozens of vampires.
Lynch locked onto the vampire deep in the cemetery, in front of the abandoned temple. He slowly broke through the obstruction of the undead and killed the necromancer holding the human skin book.
The afterglow of the setting sun was swallowed up by the darkness, and night fell completely.
Both the white moon and the evil moon hang in the night sky in their most perfect form.
This is what the people of the empire call a mysterious night.
The seven stars of Hoeth hang high in the sky, but they can only ensure that the great wizard will not be at a disadvantage in the battle.
This is a land of the dead, and the power of the undead is as strong as the evil moon hanging high in the sky.
The dark green color of the evil moon was richer than ever before, and the evil light swallowed up the insignificant brilliance of the white moon.
The witch hunter stopped struggling and stared blankly into the depths of darkness.
This was the twentieth mysterious night since he lost his parents.
His mother's call echoed in his ears, and her creepy gaze made him give up resistance.
The holy emblem of Sigmar slid to the ground, and the rusty scrap iron and rock collided with each other, making a deafening sound, but it failed to awaken the witch hunters' resistance.
The legend came true! He should have died long ago, but he was cruelly given twenty years to live. He was the monster.
"Glenn Wendell~"
In the blink of an eye, Glenn was back to twenty years ago.
His parents prepared hot milk for him, and after praying to Sigmar, his worried mother sent him to the cellar.
What happened next? Glenn only remembers a loud bang.
A familiar loud noise shattered the witch hunter's eardrums, and his mother's whispers appeared again. The witch hunter became a bystander of the body again. This time he saw clearly that the vengeful spirit emerged from his body.
His parents have never left. There are no evil spirits in the depths of darkness. The evil spirits have always been in his soul. He is his parents.
The witch hunter stood up, trying his best to resist another desire in his body, trying to stop her from taking out the crossbow.
The dwarves were rejoicing over their companions' standing up, but Glenn did not respond to the dwarves' invitation to fight together.
The crossbow staggered towards the archmage, but suddenly exerted force and was aimed at himself by Glenn.
Before Glenn could pull the trigger with all his strength, the accident happened.
In the cemetery deep in the ruins, the vampire behind the heavy shadows suddenly threw the human skin book in his hand into the temple behind him.
The vampire's shrill screams stopped all the undead from moving, and also frightened Glenn, who was trying his best to die.
"No! Impossible! You're already dead!"
The undead spirits around the vampire were driven to the temple, but were annihilated by an invisible force before they even entered the temple.
However, the human skin book floated in the temple intact, without being affected by the remaining magic in the temple.
The vampire roared hysterically, and his expanding flesh and blood tore off his disguise, turning Nikolachi, who originally looked like an ordinary person, into a tall and thin monster with a green face and fangs.
It no longer even paid attention to the sunlight slowly approaching it. The number of undead summoned by the vampire was obviously less than when it held the human skin book. Dense crowds of undead were driven to the temple.
The crumbling temple was pushed down, and the vampire seemed to want to bury the human skin book completely in the temple.
Invisible power emanated from the temple and turned into black mist all over the sky.
The black fog engulfed everything in the ruins, and every thinking being was peeped in fear.
The fear was solidified by the power of the dead and turned into a vivid illusion.
An attic appeared out of nowhere in front of Teclis. On the second floor of the attic, the thin and dying Teclis looked at the current archmage alone.
There was a corpse in front of Le Ding, with black blood flowing from the wound in her throat. She looked at the Sword Master in pain, as if questioning why he had failed in his duty and failed to protect the mage he had sworn to protect.
There were many more dwarves wearing heavy meteorite armor around Sorian. Unlike the other illusions that were as real as yesterday, these dwarves were obviously phantoms.
The Sons of Gunnar stood on the snow-capped mountains, with endless greenskins in front of them. The leading greenskin warrior was wearing scarlet armor and holding a huge demon battle axe.
The son of Gunnar shouted the name of his ancestor and bravely stood in front of the green tide that was hundreds of times larger than himself.
This is tantamount to trying to stop a chariot with a mantis arm.
The dwarf's stubborn roar was drowned out by the loud "waagh". The leading orc warrior easily broke through the dwarf's heavy armor that had been tempered for a thousand times, and killed the long-bearded veteran who had experienced the war like he was killing a child.
Sorian roared and rushed into the illusion, ready to face the invincible enemy together with his compatriots.
But it was just an illusion, he had missed that war forever.
There is no retreat, the Sons of Gnar are descendants of the god of war Grimnir and are a glorious warrior clan.
Three hundred dwarves fought hopelessly and in vain with the black orcs, and turned into cold corpses amid the black orcs' laughter.
The trapped beasts' fight could not save anything. The desperate resistance of the dwarves was nothing but a joke to the orc general who was intoxicated with slaughter. Three hundred chickens were not even enough for them to warm up.
The clan's long glory ended in the devastating charge of the orc warriors. Sorian clearly saw the unwillingness and unshakable hatred of the last son of Gunnar.
Sorian looked a hundred years older in an instant. He swung his battle axe weakly, but the axe pierced through the illusion.
The legendary wandering came to an end, and only he was left, an incompetent old dwarf who could never take revenge.
Glenn saw his parents, who were grabbing his throat and trying to strangle their child completely.
The witch hunter tried to get closer to the dwarf and tried to hit him with his battle axe, but his parents pulled him away with a grin.
The black fog grew thicker, and Lynch felt utterly weak again.
Tall demons emerged from the black fog, and the ruins on the ground turned into the ruins of Itaza.
Lynch understood clearly that everything was just an illusion.
The evil moon in the sky disappeared, replaced by countless broken, continent-sized fragments of dimensional stone.
A pyramid appeared in front of Lynch, and the lizard man knew that it was the Itachi Pyramid of Itaza.
The ancient city is filled with plague, and the explosions of warpstone devices and ratmen fill the rainforest.
One after another, the disaster lords descended upon the mortal realm, and one cold-blooded army after another was overwhelmed by the tide of rats and the swarming demons.
In the observatory at the top of the pyramid, a demon toad was bleeding from all seven orifices, looking up at the fragments of the evil moon falling from the sky.
It was it that shattered the evil moon that fell towards the planet, but it also exhausted its strength and was no longer able to fight against the waning moon in the sky.
It tried hard to climb upwards, trying to reach the top of the tower and breathe one last breath of fresh air before dying.
The magic toad finally fell alone on the stairs.
This is the end of the future, Lynch himself doesn’t even know it, he is actually afraid of this future.
Suddenly, more undead replaced the demons, and the end of the rain forest was replaced by the end of the kingdom.
Undead dragons covered the sky with their wings, swarms of vampires danced in the night, and giants and trolls were all filled with the horror of death.
The vast army of the dead filled the world. Deep in the army of the dead, on the throne of bones, a necromancer in a grey robe looked down at everything in the world.
(End of this chapter)
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