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Lynch didn't care at first, until when the moonlight was darker, he had a dream.

The lizard man didn't know when he fell asleep, he almost never slept.

This is not normal!

As soon as he entered the fantasy world, Lynch realized the power of chaos. He used wakefulness to try to escape from the dream.

In the darkness, a figure approached the lizard man.

It danced and moaned.

It skips quietly, over the dreams that emerge one after another and are shattered in an instant, and over the vaguely floating and broken sweet words.

The joys and sorrows in love are its waving hands while dancing, and the gentle lifting of its legs interprets the intoxication of the nobles.

Honor dances with it, greed is the embellishment of gesture.

Fortunately, all this has nothing to do with Lynch, he has long been separated from worldly desires.

How well it dances!

The sexy stretch outlines the youthful emotions, and every movement is full of profanity.

That is praising the glory of the Prince of Darkness!

Lynch wanted to kill it in his dream, but there was an inexplicable power controlling the lizard man's body.

He subconsciously followed it and made a movement, like a signal to start, Lynch was forced to join this dark dance.

The dancing shadow came closer, its golden mask flickering and changing all the time.

It dances to the story of eight thousand years ago and whispers the death of the old gods.

With his inhuman will, Lynch stopped the action abruptly, which even made his bones creak.

Lin Qi struggled to look away from its golden mask, which contained the power of the evil god Slaanesh.

But he couldn't completely look away, so he could only move his gaze downwards to avoid being distorted by the divine power as much as possible.

He can't even close his eyes now!

The lack of a dance partner does not affect the performance of the masked dancer in the dark.

It has long been accustomed to dancing alone, sending praises to the Prince of Darkness throughout the endless years.

Lynch remembered its origin, which almost changed the lizard man's life state, turning him into a non-entity more suitable for demons.

In the dreamy dance, the masked dancers use fierce movements to depict the tragic defeat of the ancient saints, and show the calmness of the dark gods with lazy and harmonious postures.

The gods of order, who are fearful, hopeless and numb, are interpreted by puppet-like dance. The divisions and conflicts of the dark gods contracted into spasmodic turns.

It's close.

Slaanesh's eternal dancers whirled and danced around the lizard-men, and Lynch's body shook with the effort of resistance.

He was fighting against his instincts, but fortunately he had won such a war once.

The bones were broken due to the fierce and decisive resistance, and the unnatural self-healing ability healed Lynch's injuries.

The girl cursed by Slaanesh is still performing the dance of masks. It jumps to the Cataclysm and the submission of the northern people in front of the devil. This is the beginning of the Norscan people's conversion to darkness.

Its movements are transformed from that of a stiff puppet into that of a lithe yet strong warrior.

It whispered to Lin Qi the first mortal creature to become a demon, and also revealed the first being to abandon the way of the ancient saint.

This is the devil's show off of victory. It wanders ambiguously, showing Lynch its perfect self.

Lynch knew the former, which was even more ominous.

Ignorance is good, and the lizards are too knowledgeable.

The shadow was trembling. The first demon prince, the first ascendant, announced his existence to the two people in the dream, but it receded almost instantly.

Not even Be'lakor, the Lord of Darkness and the first Daemon Prince in the world, dared to dance with the leader of the Slaanesh Masked Ones succubi.

The deceiver in the darkness teases noble and tenacious souls.

It spoke to Lynch, of the survival of the cold-blooded empire, of the corruption spreading across the land, and of the creations of the Old Ones succumbing to Chaos one after another.

It stirred up Lynch's spirit and danced a dance of despair and hatred towards him.

Lynch didn't care, he erased the pain in his soul, shattered his own weaknesses, and became even more inhuman.

The protection of the cold-blooded species is not for reward, but simply to follow the instructions left by the ancient saint.

Although he hates the fallen young species, he wants to kill the demon that lingers in his dreams.

A god's secret keeper has already tried it. Doesn't its failure prove the lizard people's determination?

Perhaps it should tell its peers to proceed with caution.

Lin Qi accumulated strength and quietly watched the never-ending dance.

It is getting closer, regretting the establishment of the maelstrom and the retreat of the demonic power.

It jumped for joy again, praising the wars between the ancient saints and disciples, singing about the conquests between the nations, and the mortals' ignorance and acceptance of the dark power.

Lynch clenched his fists. He did not feel Koteg's scepter. It seemed that the demon was also afraid and did not dare to let Lynch bring the ancient saint's weapon into the dream.

It performs a relaxed dance, and its playful gesture is a mockery of the eldest son of the ancient saint. It dances to the loss of the cold-blooded empire and is forever forgotten.

The young cub bit the elder hard, and then more cubs swarmed in, biting from behind the estranged brother who was wrestling with the darkness.

Either distorted by chaotic forces, or due to various selfish desires.

The masked dancer spoke with a powerful and cheerful pace, completely ignoring the increasingly dangerous lizard man.

It praises the forgetfulness of the elder brother, the backstabbing and cannibalization of the elder brother.

It took another step closer, and Lynch could even smell the disgusting musk.

The wind brought up during the dance slapped on the lizard man's body, and the endless moaning of bones was the accompaniment of the dance of darkness.

Lynch used all his will to suppress his anger and wait for it to get closer.

The dancer of the Prince of Darkness displays her dance arrogantly, using her dying movements to embody the futile resistance of the cold-blooded empire and its resistance to the invasion of Chaos.

It used the other half of its body to stir up vitality, singing the praises of those explorers who plundered and attacked the cold-blooded species when they stopped the world's invaders.

The selfless dancer ignores the dangers of the lizards or scorns Lynch's abilities.

It approached again, trying to appease Lynch's scales.

Like an erupting tiger, Lynch desperately suppressed the desire of the dancer and bit the devil dancer's wrist.

It seemed to have anticipated the lizard man's counterattack and made evasive movements in advance, but it didn't expect the lizard man to be so fast!

The angry dancer still maintained a perfect dance posture, but the devil's screams and cries of pain were the best recognition of Lynch.

Lynch bit off its right hand in one bite. If the devil is unwilling to take up weapons and fight the champion, then give up this plan forever!

He will always wander pitifully outside the palace of the Prince of Darkness, dancing an unknown dance, cowardly and fearfully pleasing his master.

Before Lynch could tear it apart, it moved away deftly.

Anger is also transformed into dance, and fear is also embedded in it.

It escaped, albeit in an elegant dance.

Lynch gradually regained consciousness, and Teclis was binding himself and other Asur with the web of light.

Six of the Hoth swordsmen had broken legs and arms, their faces filled with morbid fanaticism.

They are dying, or already dead.

Darker spirits take the place of these warriors, and once freed from the magic, they dance to the Prince of Darkness.

Assur suppressed his grief, and after leaving the invitation to dance, he personally executed his fallen kin.

Dawn came, but it couldn't dispel the haze cast on the adventure team at all.

There is a scary guy, following the secret keeper, staring at them.

Maybe they knew each other, or were jealous of each other.

I was so sleepy that I couldn't sleep well in the hospital.