Chapter 177 Plague
The dwarf and the Chaos Warrior collided head-on, and their small bodies actually burst out with astonishing power.
With his superb swordsmanship, Teclis defeated several powerful enemies in succession. By the time Ledin also defeated his opponent, the lizardman had already disappeared.
Lynch advanced along the streets filled with smoke and flames, and the Norsemen who came in like a tide turned into corpses all over the ground.
This was not even a warm-up for Lynch. He had seen more horrific battlefields, and his opponents were the gods and demons believed in by the Norse people.
The killers were also killed by stronger ones, so the pirates dared not face the sharp barbarians directly, and died in vain in front of more powerful monsters.
As the last Chaos Warrior of Khorne was pierced through the body by Lynch, the Norscans began their desperate rout.
The pirates who were still holding on in other directions discovered this abnormality. They huddled together, not knowing what had happened in the south and what kind of monster had appeared.
You know, all the pirates in the south have already withdrawn, and there is nothing left there.
None of the arrogant evil warriors returned, only the Norse deserters who were completely frightened.
A roar sounded not far away, and Lynch suddenly leaped over the deserter and jumped to the side of a bloated Chaos Warrior.
The invisible disease was spreading, but it couldn't do anything to Lynch, as he had excellent resistance to this low-end disease.
The Norse chieftain chopped down with great force. Lynch raised his scepter and took the blow with even greater force, and in the wrestling match, he pushed the giant axe back onto the Norse chieftain.
As the night deepened, Kotego began the cycle of a new day.
In this late night, another champion died silently with unfulfilled ambitions.
Personal ideals are small and this is a dark age.
The Nurgling in the Norscan chief's body was burned to ashes by the scepter, and his evil activity completely disappeared. Ulric looked at his opponent unwillingly, and took a last look at the world.
The Norsemen in other streets were still fighting in ignorance, unaware of the massacre in this corner and the fact that they had been defeated.
The battle between the pirates and the increasingly courageous Norse raiders gradually developed into a more brutal melee combat.
These predators, who are a head taller than ordinary people, are powerful enemies that cannot be ignored even if they are poorly equipped.
Without gunpowder, these civilized people who had long lost their wildness would find it difficult to fight against the bloodthirsty barbarians.
The Pirate King of Plunderer Port is not the Human Emperor of two thousand years ago. He cannot, like that Human Emperor, lead the poorly equipped but muscular followers of the Wolf God and drive the barbarians to the north in a bloody fight.
The pirate king had only "weak" and faithless pirates under his command. Although they could bully the merchant ships, how could they possibly face professional warriors? During the long battle, no one noticed that the gloomy rainforest on the south side suddenly withered.
The creaking chants were covered by the crackling sound of fire engulfing the city, and countless scarlet eyes lit up in the darkness.
Unlike every rat tide, when the bell rang for the first time, this wave of red eyes actually showed a rare order.
Countless squeaks overlapped each other, chanting the holy words of the Horned Rat, fanning their own anger as they moved.
They were plague monks, and the mountains were full of fanatical followers of the Horned Rat, slowly approaching the city in the sea of fire.
They feel no pain, no fear, and when they are dying they will pounce upon their enemies, trying to infect the Rat God's enemies with their diseases.
They are the scourge of civilization.
This is the army of the Plague Clan, a terrible clan that has been fighting with the Cold-Blooded Clan for thousands of years. After a long period of seclusion, they have once again shown their might!
The loud and evil bell rang again, and the lizardmen who were killing in the fire paused slightly.
An unprecedented sense of crisis was reminding Lynch that something was coming and he would die, die instantly.
In the rainforest on the south side, the trees that had lost their lush greenery had turned into pools of pus.
Millions and millions of rat people were hiding in the center of the rat tide, where a piece of open space strangely appeared.
The "Plague Messenger" Si Ku Ke rang the funeral bell devoutly, praising the divine power bestowed by the Great Horned Rat.
The world will decay because the Rat God will have the final victory.
Even this messenger of plague was cautious when waving the plague incense burner.
If the culture fluid mixed with the virus in the plague incense burner were allowed to fall on Sikuk, he would not be able to resist the terrible plague.
The mere smell made it feel dizzy and gave rise to a kind of hysterical frenzy.
This is the real plague!
Even though it lost its infectiousness as a price, its lethality, which was enough to make a dragon wither instantly, made up for this shortcoming.
The Sikuk was waiting for the enemy to appear, and while the Plague Monk was holding the Lizardman back, he would launch an accurate attack from the dark.
It only has one chance.
In Pillager's Harbor, the Lizardman defeated all the Norscans he could see.
He reunited with his teammates, and the four members of the ancient race broke through a street, preparing to behead the Pirate King and then leave.
But even after killing their way through the entire city, they still didn't find the cowardly ruler.
At the dock, Lynch saw a strange-looking pirate ship slowly approaching.
Lynch thought it was the pirates' reinforcements, but before he could get into the water, the Holy Grail Knight, whose full armor was shining in the moonlight, made him give up this plan.
"John?"
The slightly strange tone of voice echoed on the sea, and also made the Holy Grail Knight notice his long-lost comrade.
He spoke a long and confusing string of words, but Lynch could not understand all of them. He could only sense the Jazz's joy at meeting him again after a long separation, as well as a certain faint sadness, from the few words he knew.
Of the Sword Masters of Hoeth who had fought side by side with him, only one was left. He was either killed in the battle or sent away by the Archmage to handle important matters.
The sailboat gradually approached the shore. The mixed screams in the raging war in the south did not affect the conversation between the comrades.
John Doomsday did not ask more about the elves' lost members. He did not want to cause sadness to others, even though everyone had already let go of the death.
When they learned that this knight was here to hunt down the Great Keeper of Secrets, even the dwarves who didn't understand the situation fell strangely silent.
Finally, it was Sorian who broke the silence: "My friend, your hatred has been eliminated. I still remember the astonishment of the demon before he died."
The Holy Grail Knight's body shook violently, causing the pirates on the ship, who were both regretful and frightened, to feel slightly happy. However, this joy did not last long as it was broken by the Knight's hearty laughter.
John seemed relieved and suddenly asked Lynch and other aliens about their next plans.
When he learned that Lynch was embarking on a journey to seek the sacred, a pure light once again emanated from the Holy Grail Knight.
"Take me with you! Let me die on another journey in pursuit of holiness."
Tigris made the intermediate translation, and Lynch agreed to the Holy Grail Knight's request without any doubt.
(End of this chapter)
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