Chapter 296 Fire
The suspended engine above the Daha Temple exudes a blue halo. Dwarves and humans, fully armed, are patrolling among the ruins on the ground with torches. From time to time, they are met by the same group of Gossamers patrolling at night. The strange thing is , many of whom recognized Eugen.
They seem to have fought side by side, and Eugen participated in the battle as the prophet of Esun.
The older Valery Boyer also has no rest. He is the only Boyer who can be confirmed to be alive at the border. All the young people who were independent and independent under his care have no news.
It's like fate plays a joke on mortals. The person who has the least favor for life survives.
In the past, the descendants of Zhu Boye wore woolen clothes and carried swords made for them by the elves. Together with the old Boye, they maintained post-disaster stability in Mirkavala.
From time to time, soldiers cleaning up the rubble would find squashed bodies among the rubble.
Those women and old people who were eager to identify the corpses could only return in vain after crying, because most of the corpses that had not been eaten by monsters were not human-like.
There always seemed to be sadness after the war. Lynch didn't like this atmosphere, and he didn't want to get along with those mortals who were afraid of him, so he hid deep in the temple and kept company with the corpses of the gods.
He did die, and although gods theoretically shouldn't die, they are immortal.
This is an unparalleled treasure. Whether it is a demon or a mortal with evil intentions, they all have the same greedy desire for the gods.
All non-gods long to go further.
They will be afraid of a dying tyrannosaurus, but they dare to come forward to share the pie after the tyrannosaurus is dead.
No one can realize their greed, at least not until Lynch dies.
Something went wrong in the "big plan". Daha should not have died. He should have existed until the end.
Everything has changed, everything has undergone devastating changes.
Lynch has never been so eager to get in touch with Lustria. The changes in the mortal kingdom have seriously affected the war that is about to last for ten thousand years.
Dahar has died, where are Thor and Esun? Are there any major or minor problems with the gods who are not powerful enough?
Can Tal, the "god king" of the old world, still hold on?
While thinking, Lin Qi was like a giant dragon guarding the Golden Mountain, walking up and down the stone floor of the temple.
Bonfires are distributed around the stone platform, like planets guarding the sun, surrounded by golden flames suspended above the stone platform.
Whenever Lynch walked by the torch with strong winds, the boiling flames would grow in vain like an illusion.
The scales on the lizard man's body reflected circles of halo in the firelight, and the color of his body also kept changing between white and orange.
As a living engine, Lynch felt extremely comfortable in the abnormally high temperature.
It wasn't until midnight that the strangeness disappeared.
His scales still shimmered in the light, but the intimacy the flames gave him and his influence on the flames were not so obvious.
Only by paying close attention to the existence of his pupils will you notice the star-like brilliance that occasionally emerges from the lens.
Blood soaked the pit of hell, this was an out-and-out disaster.
Not even a flash of light from the south could disturb the slaughter of the Chaos Warriors.
The filthy Skaven city became tidier again as the Chaos Warriors tore down all the buildings.
Neither the tall towers standing in the caves nor the comically dilapidated buildings survived.
Bricks soaked in blood covered the excrement and bones on the ground.
The residents of this giant city are piled high on the ruins of the city. Skull pedestals made of rat heads stand densely around the city like the mockery of demons.
If it were just a Chaos Legion, the Corrupt Clan could completely repel them.
But a dozen Chaos Lords who were supposed to invade the northern state visited the pits of hell one after another, pushing the already fierce fighting to the extreme.
No ratman knew that it was their desperate resistance that brought disaster.
The God's Chosen Champion led the Chaos Legion to directly level the rat cities around the pit, and the beast-like warriors struck at the core of the Corrupt Clan - the Tower of Corruption.
The huge tower is like a ferocious fang, standing in a bottomless pit that constantly overflows with a sour smell.
Vaguely, the Chaos warriors could see the chairs jumping around in the tower and the carpet with splayed fangs.
Scarlet chemical mist flowed out from under the crater, blocking the soldiers' sight. The last thing they saw was the densely packed bones in the inverted pyramid.
This hell-like scene made the Chaos Warriors believe that their trip was worthwhile. Groups of warriors, led by the Chosen Ones, divided into small teams and explored along the crater, looking for the entrance to the Tower of Corruption.
Smash such a miracle, kill all the monsters in it, and satisfy the blood god's endless blood thirst!
This is what the warriors of Khorne exist for.
From time to time, random monsters emerged from the blood mist, and these uninvited sacrifices were happily accepted by the warriors.
A half-dragon, half-elephant deformity, an ugly creature with a rat head and a human body, a combination of some kind of flying insect and a rat-man, they soon became the new skull pedestal beside the pit.
The possible existence of divine corpses makes "Unclean One" Slott even hungrier. The unquenchable thirst seriously affects its experimental plan, and it must satisfy its stomach.
But it only took one piece of bad news from those useless losers at the top to crush Sloat's appetite.
Another Chaos Legion has arrived, this is the second batch of Chaos gadgets in a hundred years!
One after another, the mutant pioneers huddled in the deepest pit of hell, lying tremblingly on the uneven ground, enduring the bone fragments that pierced their skin, and quietly enduring the uncrowned king from the "Masterless Mutant House" of anger.
An angry, ridiculous scream caused Abair to look away, and he almost walked away, but his patience was second to none among the followers of Khorne.
When monsters more than ten meters high rushed out of the blood mist, all the soldiers who were preparing to leave had a reason to stay and continue fighting.
In this feast belonging to the Blood God, there are no unsightly followers of other true gods. Even if there are, the unappetizing warriors of Tzeentch, Nurgle, and Slaanesh cannot affect the interest of the Khorne warriors, because they will be defeated by the Khorne warriors. Cut it first.
The fool standing in front of the God-chosen champion was blasted by the terrifying brute force and turned into a bloody mist.
The turbulent air flow blew away the blood mist, revealing the fat giant ratman behind the monster army.
The champion who was addicted to the slaughter did not notice the panic-stricken great warlock. He advanced in the killing and killed the fat rat easily, leaving no residue on the body.
Slott recast his body from the light green pool in the darkroom of the Unowned Mutant House, looking up at the dimensional stone ceiling illuminating the pool in confusion.
It seems it needs help.