Chapter 361 The Long Night (2)

What makes the lizards most wary is its speed, and the Keeper of Secrets is nothing more than that.

Its extreme dexterity coupled with its absolute control over flesh and blood allows it to even move the distribution of flesh and blood on its body in an instant to avoid attacks. What's even more frightening is that its power is not much weaker than Lynch.

vampire?

There shouldn't be such a powerful blood descendant. Even the vampires of the Stryger family can only partially change their flesh and blood, instead of being able to do as they please.

No, it is the first generation of vampires, the founder of the Strigor family, which is world-famous for its strength and control over flesh and blood.

The Strigal vampires were supposed to be nothing more than beasts and rage. With endless power, they degenerated after losing their ancestors, and even their own kind looked down upon them.

Obviously, the one the lizards are facing is not a descendant of Usoran who has degenerated into a shameful state. It may not be as good as Abohrash in the use of weapons, but its strength and dexterity are enough to make it a match for blood. The ancestors of the Long family confront each other.

"Who are you?"

The hard scales re-covered Lynch's wounds in a few breaths, and the seemingly serious injuries recovered in the blink of an eye.

The lizard man's poor imperial language earned him a sneer. The monster that slowly stretched its body to the point where it was comparable to a giant muttered vaguely:

"That doesn't matter, I'm just a loser."

Hatred is brewing in its red eyes, and the color of reason is gradually becoming turbid. Who still remembers the once prosperous empire and its king?

Lynch rushed straight towards the vampire who was constantly changing his position, and tightly wrapped around the beast that revealed its true identity.

The brutal collision of forces overthrew the towering trees, and the rocks were like soft dough, shattered into complete particles between the two powerful beings.

The strange bloody thunder streaked through the dark clouds, and the belated thunder was the echo of the crazy wind of magic.

While the warriors were fighting fiercely, green rays shot at Lynch one after another from afar. Illusive silver symbols appeared around Lynch, and the overloaded Taibok Thorn blocked the gaze that could make all things wither.

It almost penetrated the lizard man's magical protective device, which was an unthinkable thing in the entire mortal world. The last mage to do this was Carlos "The Weaver of Destiny".

"The Immortal" Zacharias, or Black Arkhan came to the Empire? Is it Vlad? Or is Nikolaich's ancestor Vosolun resurrected from the dead?

An answer that Lynch didn't want to admit was revealed. The magic came from Nagash, the "Immortal".

It did not hide in Nagashtar, did not go to fight with the kings of Nehekhara, abnormally lived in the imperial province of Sylvania, and strangely regained its strength.

There is no doubt that its abnormal behavior brought devastating disaster to the entire old world, or in other words, its mere existence posed a threat to the world.

The battle continued, with inhuman collisions tearing apart the entire swamp, trees toppling into twists and turns, and potholes imprinted with the figure of the Saurus Man or Lord of the Ghoul Kings.

The earth trembled with brute force, and the spell of the Necronomicon Supreme broke its last hold. By the time the entire swamp turned into a plain, several local earthquakes had occurred in this area.

The thick dark clouds were like thousands of ghosts, suppressing the two fighting beasts.

The storm is coming.

Abesen and his companions hid in the crevices of the rocks, blocking the entrance of the cave with a nearly half-rotten tree trunk with some difficulty.

It seemed like thunder or the howling of some kind of wild beast. Something happened in the swamp to the east.

No militia wanted to find out. They just hoped to wait until the subsequent legion entered Sylvania.

It is impossible for the empire to abandon the southern front, as long as a random army passes by, whether it is a Nordland legion or an Iveyland assault force.

Absen now just wants to return to Utterbad, to the warmth of his home.

Of course, he still had to inform any officer of the discovery in Schwarzhavn.

The West leader who was hiding in the cave with him prayed anxiously and uneasily to the goddess of mercy. His prayers triggered a continuous flow of prayers, and anyone could see the fear behind the prayers.

The ground is trembling, and even the mortals are trembling helplessly. No one can hold on to hope. They are now like fellow passengers on a small boat under the storm. The boat is at risk of sinking at any time.

Another loud, angry thunder sounded, and now Abesen was sure that it was not thunder, but the roar of some kind of monster.

Maybe it's best to know nothing about the outside world at this time. He should sleep instead of letting his random thoughts bring more fear.

Another completely different dull roar was intertwined with the previous loud roar, and Abesin recognized that the roar was made by the monster that attacked the legion before.

What kind of monster can fight with that monster? Maybe the empire shouldn't disturb the tranquility of Sylvania. It's too dangerous here. No one knows how many terrifying things there are in the forest.

There was another violent shaking, as if someone had broken the foundation of Sylvania, and fragments of gravel fell on Absen's head. He couldn't help but feel his heart in his throat.

The conscripted militiaman from Reikland carefully protected the weak flame. When the shock came, he almost extinguished the only source of light. If he really did this, Absen would definitely teach him a lesson with a stick. .

Perhaps Sharya shed tears for these humble mortals. The destructive storm from the outside world did not affect this harbor under the rock.

The leader of Wesen who was responsible for choosing a hiding place moved his lips and wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing. Abesen could guess that he wanted to say something encouraging.

It is said that he was once a cleaner at Nunn College and enjoyed the influence of science. Abesen still remembers his confident look when he chose this triangle area for refuge, and what he said at that time was a lot of things that were incomprehensible. Terminology, looking back now, he was not sure about it at the time.

After all, he is not a bachelor of the Imperial College, and a bachelor will not condescend to do hard work in the logistics corps.

Absen silently prayed to Tal, just like the West leader who had been praying for Sharya. Mortals can only pray in the face of natural disasters. They have no other choice.

Blood has become a carpet in Utbad, and human bones and minced meat are the new decorations on the ground.

Tall Skull Thrones were piled at the highest point of the human provincial capital, and the former ruling hall became the bedrock of the Skull Thrones.

The exiled demigod used a battle ax to carve densely packed sacrificial symbols around the skull base. As always, its sacrifice did not earn the Lord God's mercy.

Khorne never pities.

Madness and rage drove this miserable beast, following the aura left by the Tzeentch demon, to the east and carving out a bloody road to Sylvania.

Only death can end Skarbrand's killing spree.