Chapter 62: The End of the Dark Day (V)
The rainforest on the west side turned into pus, and forty-nine towering mountains of rotten flesh and fat were exposed to Lynch's sight.
Their resounding laughter was like a death knell, they brandished rusty weapons, and the dripping slime caused the mutated jungle to rot.
These Great Unclean Ones fight for the Winds of Magic, trying to let the Father's gift fall on the cold-blooded.
The Lizardmen made preparations for the war in an orderly manner. Lynch stared at Prince Nurgle. Obviously, there is no peace between demons and cold-blooded people! The plague contaminated the wind and submerged the clouds.
The howling green fog was filled with a stench that was enough to suffocate any living thing. Corrosive black rain fell from the sky, and plants crawling with maggots grew on the ground.
Just by appearing, these plague lords and great demons have polluted the rainforest.
Lynch wasn't sure he could face any of them alone.
In fact, except for Lord Kroka, all the cold-blooded species present did not have this ability.
In other words, there are only a handful of beings in the mortal realm who can face the great demons of the gods! Lynch has been on the most intense battlefield and the most tragic front since he was born.
All of Lustria is a bastion against the demonic rampage! The Great Unclean Ones make the earth scream as they move, and cackling Nurglings crawl out of their mountainous bodies and blend into the tide of Plaguebearers.
The lizardmen gripped their weapons tightly, the skinks hurriedly adjusted the trajectory of their laser cannons, and recalibrated their solar engines.
The Shijianks who were not at their posts nodded to each other and quacked. They hoped to get guidance from Shilan, but the dead Shilan would not give them any orders.
It stared at Lynch quietly, wondering what it was thinking.
Under the soul-trembling gaze, Lynch calmly accepted Lord Kroka's scrutiny.
The priests were at a loss, and not a single Skink knew what to do now.
The great white lizard Gorok led the legion to protect Lord Kroka. Lynch raised the Scepter of Kotego and ordered the Stenks to go deep into the pyramid to awaken more dangerous ancient relics.
In a panic, Shi Jianke found his backbone, and seeing that the first generation Shi Lan on the floating chair did not react at all, he obeyed the lizard man's orders and rushed to the ancient holy temples in groups.
The soldiers were ready to shed blood for the city.
Middenheim, the city walls are full of warriors ready for battle.
The White Wolf City had never suffered such humiliation! The Chaos Legion surrounded the Wolf God Fortress, which had never fallen. Every Midden citizen was immersed in the sorrow brought by the death of the Elector Count of Midden.
The venerable leader was hung on a battle banner by the Chaos Lords, his body covered with Beastmen's tooth marks.
There are no more reinforcements! The great emperor, Magnus the Pious, was blocked by beastmen on his way to help.
By the time they finally arrived, the holy land of the God of the North had already been desecrated!
The patriarch of the Wolf God Yurik rejects this dark future, and Yurik the Great will lead all of the Wolf God's people to die in battle before this happens.
The old man was wearing a dragon skin, a trophy from his youth when he was stronger than a bear.
Big Urik, carrying a heavy war hammer and with blazing anger in his eyes, walked among the confused and numb crowd.
Looking at the Wolf God's Patriarch, hope reappeared in the eyes of the warriors.
There was no hesitation or cowardice in the old man's face. That was not the emotion a northerner should have.
The people of the empire are becoming weaker and weaker with each generation, and the luxury of the south has corroded the bravery of the north.
Any vampire can make cowards feel formidable, so how can such a pack of wolves defeat the legendary Chaos Lord?
Every warrior was praying to the Wolf God, and the never-extinguished White Wolf Holy Fire behind them slightly alleviated people's despair.
"Ulric gave me the wolf's fang!"
The women and the elderly carried their spears with difficulty, trying to remain calm. They asked the children who were too young to hold a dagger to close their eyes and pray to the wolf god.
"Urik gave me the wolf's claws!"
The holy fire on the mountaintop could not dispel the coldness summoned by the Chaos Warlock Lord with magic, and the people's prayers were drowned out by the footsteps of the Chaos army.
Big Yurik looked sternly at the trembling children, then turned his gaze to the warriors who were hiding their fear with prayers.
"There are no cowards in Middenheim!"
The old man's thick white beard trembled violently, and his roar was filled with the wildness of war and endless fighting spirit, which shocked the people in the north.
The elite knights of the White Wolf Knights proved their courage to the old man with the same anger.
"Ulric gave me the fur of the wolf!"
The young boy was infected by the barbarism, and his voice was distorted by fear as he prayed loudly.
The children helped their parents hold the quivers, and the girls adjusted the bows and crossbows.
There are no civilians in Middenheim, only the warriors that are noticed by Ulric! Ulric the Great withdrew his gaze with satisfaction. This is the spirit that the people of the Wolf God should have.
No matter how large and terrifying the army is, it will never conquer this indomitable city before the Holy Flame of Yurik is extinguished!
The old man certainly knew that the defenders of Middenheim alone could not repel the enemy.
But what does it matter? It's just death anyway.
Ulric the Great raised his hammer and roared like a wolf.
"We will gather in Ulric's Hall!"
"Middenheim will never fall!"
"Itaza will never fall!"
Lynch transmitted courage to the skinks, and Stenk easily fell into the frenzy of faith in the Old Ones.
The thin, cold-blooded creature raised his spear and stick, shouted loudly, and looked eagerly at the attacking demon.
Another army of lizardmen came from the end of the street. Each Thor had purple scales, which meant that the ancient saint Typok blessed their hatching.
The mysterious Typok made these blessed lizardmen fearless of magic! Of course, too strong magic can still kill any living creature, that is the power of Tzeentch.
An illusory vision appeared in front of Lynch's eyes. He seemed to be pulled out of his body by some force, and his soul was wandering above Lustria.
He saw Talaxlan, a great city whose pyramids were flowing with energy patterns like moonlight.
All the pyramids were suspended in the air, away from the dust.
On the central pyramid, there is an energy ball that can illuminate an area of dozens of miles, confirming its identity: the Temple of the Solar Eclipse.
In the past it existed only in Lynch's dreamy imagination.
Lynch saw Carlos Weaver again. This terrifying demon had gathered a new army of demons on the south side of the Moon City and led a storm of purple flames towards the Moon City.
Lynch's heart tightened because he found that the defense of Moon City was unexpectedly weak.
There were only tens of thousands of lizardmen scattered in the city, and the skinks were anxiously summoning beasts in the streets.
That’s right, this place is close to the City of Echoes. When demons appear in Zahuitak, this city is often the first source of troops.
But why didn't Carlos attack the city directly, but instead pretended to attack Itaza?
Before he could finish his thought, Lynch was pulled back into his body. A legion of blessed lizardmen had been assembled, and the Scarred Ones stood out and faced Lynch.
(End of this chapter)
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