Chapter 446 What Are You Looking At?

It seems that this guild has no future at all, and it cannot be ruled out that some idiots still have hope in the "Holy Son". Ms. Linna on the aisle is one of them.

Rather than carrying unfounded charges, smart people care more about when they will be allowed to leave. They promise not to appear in front of the Holy Son a second time.

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"Why are things like this? The Skaven are lying to me! Nagash is lying to me! Even Whiskrim is lying to me!"

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Even though they were still shrouded in fear, some insiders outside the palace almost laughed out loud. When they reached an agreement with the undead and Skaven, they were all thinking about how to deal with the subsequent backstabs and backstab their partners first.

Unexpectedly, their master was really thinking about how to cooperate with Nagash and the Skaven.

If this roar was not a deliberate test, it would be ridiculous. The mysterious power that everyone imagined for the "Holy Son" before this all turned into nothing.

If that's true, he's an arrogant, ignorant fool.

What's even more ridiculous is that some idiots actually took it seriously. They are still fighting for the Holy Son and hating the alliance for their betrayal.

For Slaanesh's sake, can Skaven and Nagash really be associated with words like "reliability" and "loyalty"? .

"The senior members and group leaders are all a bunch of incompetent and disloyal idiots!"

"You will only hinder my plan! You have been holding me back! I should have killed you long ago!"

"You don't even dare to write a suspicious name directly? Do you have to use various references to refer to it? I almost didn't understand that it's called Lynch! Lynch! Lynch!"

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Naturally, the people outside the house would not explain. They knew that the Holy Son could hear it, but it seemed unfair to put all the blame here.

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"Go and find out what that Lynch is! If you can't find out, don't come back!"

"My Lord, the report has clearly stated that it is suspected to be a lizard man."

"roll!"

It was as if flames suddenly ignited the palace, and as if everyone had reached the sun.

The terrible scorching heat roasted everyone's spirit, and it wasn't until everyone sat on the ground warily that the unknown will wandered away.

Maybe you should be thankful.

Few people knew what happened. Ever since the Holy Son shouted out the pronunciation of "Linqi", it didn't take long for the abnormality to appear.

Just as you are surviving the disaster, another wave of blazing heat flows into the world along the blazing sun.

The members were like living fish on the beach, and even breathing became difficult.

Everyone lay down in the corner as much as possible, using all the gaps and shadows to avoid possible gazes.

It wasn't until the hot feeling of gaze disappeared that the members who were all chilled had time to let out a breath of turbid air.

What's going on?

Lynch once again peeked at the location of the call for a while, but without a specific anchor point, he could only return without success.

He simply didn't pay any more attention and continued walking around Middenheim.

Not all nobles went out with the army, so Lynch saw some heavily armed men on the road, wearing animal skins and gold and silver. They were more or less followed by domestic servants, and their wolfskin cloaks were all printed with " Wolf head badge.

The nobles of Middenheim seem to be somewhat similar to the boyars of Kislev. They also like the furs of wild beasts, and they prefer to decorate themselves with wildness rather than the petty "dignity".

Without exception, their outfits reveal the wealth behind them.

In terms of military strength, it was not until Middenheim Lynch barely recognized humanity.

Kislev's army looks like a mixed army. Not only is there a slight difference in individual military quality, but their number is too small and they cannot form a scale at all.

It may be related to the previous wars. After all, humans cannot recruit from the incubation pool, and all the Kislev warriors probably died twenty years ago.

Fighting against the forces of Chaos for a year is no easy task.

Middenheim still retains extreme militarization. It is no exaggeration to say that every Midden on the street can be regarded as a soldier, as long as they can be assigned armor and obtain weapons.

It's just that Lynch didn't expect that even nobles could be easily provoked by short-sighted gangsters, although those provocateurs soon accidentally rolled into the abyss on the side of the street.

The city is generally peaceful, if you don't look at the corpses and vultures accumulating in the canyon.

With this knowledge, Lynch is no longer surprised by the human gangsters who provoke the Butcher.

Maybe for them, the underground king of Middenheim is their real ruler. There is always a part of young people who are blind and arrogant. It may take them a long time to understand this.

In addition to drinks, crafts and weapons from all over the world, pastries are also common on the streets of Middenheim.

Lin Qi felt hungry after walking around for a while. He didn't really need to eat, he just wanted to taste it.

Bright fruits and vegetables are decorated on the milky white dairy products. The light yellow and emerald green square and round noodles are very eye-catching among the bustling people. There are many vendors next to the towering high-rise buildings.

Juggling clowns can be seen everywhere on the narrow and winding roads, and colorful balls form rings in the air as they tumble, and finally fall into their palms.

Men on stilts will also find a street corner to show off their skills, and the most popular ones are the warriors standing on wooden platforms, openly seeking challenges.

Even the shooting range where archery is displayed does not have so many spectators. There are often confident young men who climb up to the high platform and are kicked down after a few back and forth.

Lynch could tell that the people on the stage did have some skills. They were mostly veterans who did not want to be mercenaries or domestic servants, so they had to sell force on the streets.

A loud drumbeat sounded from behind Lynch, and the bagpiper played belatedly in response. A roving band passed through the center of the street. If you only looked at their glory, it would be easy to ignore the ragged beggars.

The beggar was always trying to extend his dirty hands to passers-by. Every time he passed by a roasted chicken or baked pie, Lynch found that their eyes seemed to glow green with hunger.

The aroma of barbecue mixed with the stench of excrement. The saddest thing is that children can be seen everywhere in Middenheim, eyeing passers-by's wallets.

There were as many armed robbers as pickpockets, and after only half an hour, the city tower in the morning was already full of criminals.

Merely beating and hanging them in public cannot intimidate them. They do not have the thin skin of missionaries. Even the missionaries of Mermitia know how to restrain themselves after being severely beaten.

The most basic peace can only be maintained by the constant patrolling of the guards. Even so, people are often robbed and their belongings stolen.

Women with heavy makeup waved to the street from behind dilapidated doors, twisting their lower bodies and blowing kisses to passers-by, trying to start work in the morning.

This is Middenheim, the ancient and never-fallen city of faith.