Chapter 327 Gift
The midday sun shines on the Norse Mountains. Lynch follows the stench of the Skaven and finds the Hell Pit.
It seemed that he was a step too late, as an army had already arrived at the pit of hell.
Lynch stood halfway up the hill, looking down at the crater below and the ruins surrounding the crater.
Ratmen were wandering among the ruins, as if they had licked the entire city's ruins. The jagged rocks gave off a greasy feeling, and according to Lynch's perception, the greasy feeling came from the saliva left by the ratmen.
The rat people's act of "recovering lost territory" destroyed all clues.
There were ratmen dying every second. They fought each other in the ruins, snatching the corpses of ratmen who died of starvation or were beaten to death. Almost all the corpses were eaten up in just a few seconds, without even a drop of blood left.
The slave rats that were starving to death even swallowed stones and feces. In fact, the ones who could grab the feces were the larger ratmen.
The dense crowds of ratmen once made Lynch feel powerless and unable to eradicate them completely - in this moment of observation, he found that more ratmen died in infighting than on the battlefield.
New ratmen emerge from the pit every moment, and it is difficult to determine whether they are reproducing or consuming themselves.
Maybe we shouldn't wage war against them. Trapping them in the same space is the best punishment for them.
The inverted pyramid in the deep pit was as dazzling as a needle tip, and the ratmen's poor imitation of civilization was simply blasphemy.
Lynch took a deep look at the Hell Tower, turned upwards, and quickly climbed to the top of the mountain.
He climbed up the opposite slope of the mountain, roughly estimated the location, and drew a long line with his staff to mark the upper half of the peak.
What follows requires some skill, and more than skill, strength.
The roar like a landslide made the entire Skaven city quiet for a moment. When the continuous sound of falling rocks gradually approached, the earth-shaking suffocating feeling made the Skaven confirm the nightmarish fact - the mountain had indeed collapsed.
The frantic fugitives ran around the city like prisoners who were desperate to squeeze into any cracks.
The squeaking sounds were drowned out by the rubble, and the trembling earth seemed to be afraid as well.
The vast torrent of the world's collapse absorbed the souls of every witness. A deep sense of powerlessness was imprinted in the hearts of the fugitives. There were even ratmen who were so terrified that they could not move, waiting for destruction to come on the spot.
Many ratmen drilled into the deep pit of hell, but the pit they came from refused to let them return. The volcano emitted a light red smoke cloud, and in the smoke, the inverted pyramid that symbolized the foundation of the corrupt clan disappeared.
They were abandoned.
The futile screams were buried by the flood of snow and stone, like a lake bursting its dam, and the snow-capped mountains overlooking the deep pit of hell covered the valley with their peaks.
The violent gasping sound demanded the omnipresent magical wind, and the bones and muscles that were broken due to excessive exertion recovered as before, but the healthy body could not dispel Lynch's mental fatigue.
The arm that was holding the weapon trembled subconsciously. After more than ten breaths, he finally got rid of the fatigue after the violent outburst.
The suddenly open plain made him feel that everything was worth it.
At least in the short term, the corrupt clan will not return to the surface.
Since they like digging holes, let them dig as much as they want. This is the gift Lynch prepared for them.
He didn't believe that the hell pit that was visited repeatedly had enough manpower to clear the entrance and exit.
If they only rely on slave rats, this frozen soil will be enough for them to dig for several months.
In Sylvania, the King of the Undead has awakened the undead that have been buried deep in the land for thousands of years. Without the interference of the ratmen, everything is going smoothly.
Nagash also summoned back Vlad von Carstein's dead wife. The vampire king did not disappoint him. Vlad brought back his crown, which could fulfill Vlad's ridiculous wish.
She was just a female vampire, and resurrecting her was just a matter of convenience.
Next, we will need Castain’s ancestor to command the army!
The painful lessons learned in the past made Nagash less trusting of vampires, but there was no way. It was impossible for it to control every skeleton like a slave. This was what a servant should do. Vampires were very good servants. They only needed to block the sun and they could bring victory to Nagash.
And of course avoid Sigma.
Sigmar is dead, but he, the Eternal Nagash, remains, and nothing can stop him this time.
The dull pain in his skull made Nagash angrier and angrier, and he decided to destroy Ostermark along the way in retaliation for the humiliation Sigmar had brought upon him two thousand years ago.
It is the ultimate winner.
After seizing the corpse of the god and having some free time, perhaps it can do something in the upper reaches of the Reik River and watch the descendants of Sigmar struggle in front of it as a god.
It will dig up the tombs of all the Elector families under Sigmar's statue and call them all back from the underworld.
It will lead the entire empire of "humanity" to defeat the kings of Nehekhara, then raise the black pyramid to swallow all the pitiful gods, leaving the entire world crawling at the feet of death.
It will become the only God.
I really hope Sigmar can see this wonderful scene, the Imperials surrendering to his former enemies.
It's a pity that he died and disappeared without even leaving his body. It would have been great if there was Sigma's body.
"If Sigma shows up, the Deathly Lord will be so scared that he can only speak harshly!"
"The Great Necromancer cannot overthrow the empire. We all know that He is still here, and the gods are still here."
"But it is a significant threat."
"Have you found out why the Doomsday Light Association lost contact? Black Sword, do you know?"
"I found the letter they left behind. There was only one sentence written on it: The unmentionable creatures underground have noticed the progress of mankind."
"Rat-man?"
"Hush! There is no Rat-Man, Mr. One-Eye. How can you believe the nonsense of a drunkard?"
Those who knew the situation signaled to the members with their eyes that walls have ears, which is the most difficult to guard against. What's more terrifying is that with the learning ability of the Skaven, their exotic language may not be a secret.
Their private meeting had most likely been observed by an interested creature, so it was no longer safe, and they would have to discuss those secrets with caution in the future.
There had never been a large organization destroyed by the ratmen before, and "Light of Doom" was the first. Its sacrifice served as a warning to those who were still alive.
There is no safe place in this world.
The Master of Death lurks in the shadows, and no chamber is safe.
Unless they throw themselves into the arms of the demons and completely rid themselves of their mortal weaknesses, Clan Eshin will be a sword hanging over their heads.
(End of this chapter)
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