Chapter 293 The Last Light (Twenty-One)
But so what?
The ear-splitting spiritual voice was spreading. No need to say it, the supreme being could see through everything about Lynch.
Ever since Isil's energy went out of control and Evil Moon appeared, endless wars have begun.
The dying resistance of the gods has continued the war for eight thousand years. It will continue and must continue. No one can escape. Ithil will distort everything.
Lynch is an insignificant individual in this eternal war. All newborns are individuals in this war, even if they cannot hold weapons.
Daemons will not spare babies in their infancy, and neither will the Chaos Warriors.
Even if you convert to an evil god, you will only get a false stitched soul dominated by the evil god you belong to.
This is a war that cannot be stopped or shaken.
All new, untainted souls on this planet are soldiers, and death in battle is the fate of soldiers.
The fight will continue and must continue.
When all the dead closed their eyes, Lynch knew that He was gone.
Only sighs echoed in the lizard man's ears as he parted.
He continued to tense up, not daring to relax even a little bit.
Lynch kept checking himself to make sure he had not contracted the inexplicable plague before continuing south.
Even if this country is hopeless, the battle must continue. However, the name of this battlefield has been changed from the Kingdom of Kislev to another name.
Thousands of years later, a new ruler will name it.
Just when he stepped into the northern ice field of Kislev, Lynch suddenly stopped and used his scepter to cut off his own flesh and blood piece by piece, cut off his limbs and head, broke his bones, and actively used his regeneration ability to replace himself. Secondary body.
He left an obvious giant ancient holy symbol in the blood pile to remind the passing Archmage to destroy all traces left on this battlefield.
The King of Plagues cannot be underestimated. To normal people, he is not a kind grandfather.
The sun that illuminated Kislev was particularly dazzling today, so dazzling that the legions in the southern states had to avoid fighting.
This was Tsar Catherine's decision. On the grounds of discussing countermeasures, she and some Boyers hid in the shadows and delineated fighter planes around the sand table.
Alexei, the commander of the Shooting Corps, was of course a member of the War Council.
Since dawn today, he has been unable to contact the omniscient Mirror God.
Whenever Alexey looked at the sun, he would see a tall figure in the dazzling halo.
Rumors spread freely in the military formations in the Eastern and Southern states. The sun was so hot that it could make people sweat in the cold winter, which brought great uneasiness to Alexey.
Even at dusk, the sun has never lost its color.
The Vampire Queen failed to wait for the night she wanted. The sun seemed to be getting closer and closer to the ground, completely blocking the double moons.
It seems that the rebels from the Eastern State and Moore's hunters have colluded, taking advantage of the sunshine to hunt down the vampires wandering around and causing damage.
From time to time, descendants cut off contact with Catlin. Except for the vampires who were still in the military formation, most of the vampires outside fell into eternal sleep.
Kislev seemed to be plunged into deep daylight, but the increasingly hot blazing sun could not stop Hagrot from sieging Mirkavala Fortress.
Chaos dragons screamed and swooped down again and again, clearing away the fire keepers standing on the city wall with their fervent dragon fire, shooting arrows at the endless chaos warriors.
The rolling stones and logs had no effect at all because the man who could move them was no longer there.
Thousands of manticores jumped over the tall city walls, smashed open the towers, and ate the defenders in the towers one by one.
The huge war mammoth brought the shrine of Khorne and the constant sound of war drums from the shrine to smash through the first wall of the magnificent fortress.
Giants followed closely behind them, knocking down the walls made by mortals with just their brute force.
The warriors who failed to evacuate in time behind the city wall were caught by the monsters one by one, or were sent into the mouth of the Chaos Mammoth by the elephant trunk with ferocious mouthparts, or became snacks for the Chaos Trolls and Giants.
This is not a war. Before the Chaos Warriors even made a large-scale advance, the monsters had already finished their hunt as if they were enjoying a meal.
From time to time, ballistas fired siege arrows into the sky, but even if one or two manticores were shot down by the crossbow arrows, they could not reverse the fate of this fortress.
Perhaps tired of the sun, the arrogant, mountain-like ancient dragon demons struck the earth with their brass halberds, and scores of chaotic mortals were buried in the monster's casual blow.
Thunder appeared out of thin air in response to the seismic knocks of the dragon demon. Dark clouds blocked all light, and the storm summoned by the dragon demon obscured the land occupied by the chaos army.
A mere fortress doesn't even interest them.
Just when the dragon demons were about to leave, a strong light rushed from the north and pierced the darkness.
The great temple of Mirkavala was rarely crowded with humans.
Disaster victims from all over surrounded the eternal flame in the center of the temple, trembling and listening to the roars, roars, and screams of the defenders coming from all directions.
The armies of Chaos do not avoid Mirkavala as they did twenty years ago.
The densely packed victims are like meals in a can, waiting to be opened and eaten by monsters.
The children's sobs caused the women to shed silent tears. No matter how promising the fairy tales and heroic legends told by the old people were, they could not change the reality they were facing.
The eternal flame is about to go out. It is like a dying patient, dying amidst people's cries.
Just when Lynch was about to rush into the storm and fight countless monsters, the sun that seemed to be falling to the ground suddenly disappeared.
The darkness of night instantly enveloped him, but no matter how great the darkness was, he could not stop him from rushing into the storm.
Lynch's scepter pointed directly at the tall beasts, facing the dense crowd of Chaos Warriors who turned to look north, and rushed into the darkness with a ball of blazing sun.
In the Daha Temple, on the high stone platform in the center of the temple, the rootless fire that was attracting everyone's attention suddenly flickered like a dying struggle.
The weak flame swelled up in an instant, growing into what it looked like when the flame first came into the world.
The blazing eternal fire is so intense that it can drive away all the shadows in the temple, and everyone in the temple can feel its warmth.
It's like a flashback.
A figure walked out of the eternal flame at its peak, and sparks shook out from his long hair. The sparks blocked the young man's handsome and extraordinary face.
He is full of masculine beauty, and there is no trace of femininity in Him.
He walked out from the highest heaven, left His kingdom, His last stronghold, and fell to the earth, facing the edge of the power of darkness.
A sense of heat almost burned Levich to ashes, but it did not stop his revenge.
Once upon a time, humanity leaped out of the shadows, exposing itself to the armies of Chaos preparing to attack Erengrad.
While the Chaos Lord and his guards looked to the north in horror, Levich used the vampire's amazing brute force to send the family heirloom sword into the chest of the Chaos Lord Maitil.
The Chosen Ones who reacted quickly swung their battle axes at Levich, but he successfully used the fighting skills derived from his blood to catch Maitil off guard and directly twisted his head off, inflicting the final blow.