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Lynch dealt with the pursuers and did not pursue the escaping ogre.

He was too decisive, and Lynch could only vaguely sense one direction.

The drawing that had not been soaked in blood attracted the lizard man's attention. On it was the lizard man's special engine.

This is a device similar to a ship. It can use local materials and gather a pile of sand, water and other fluids to form a floating ark.

Lynch named it the Zongqi Engine.

Because it has the symbol of Water God Zongqi on it, which is the creation of the ancient saint Zongqi.

Lynch seemed to have just met a team of explorers who came to hunt for treasure. They were indeed powerful enough, but it was a pity that they met Lynch and Tigris.

The human witch who took the lead was easily blocked by the Archmage from casting spells, and the strong warriors were rendered powerless by the Master's curse.

Even if they were allowed to do whatever they wanted, they could only hold on for one more breath.

One of the human warriors had a deformed body. He had a small crystal mirror hidden in his blood-stained leather armor.

He was not completely dead, he was still murmuring.

This is your destiny, this is the price.

Old guy, you are not the Mirror God. The Mirror God is not you. Only I know.

...So I come to meet my fate...I want to find you...

Teacher Leiter...how can mortals resist gods? We are all puppets controlled by fate...

Escape... If I am still me on the invisible island... I want to help you escape...

I didn't see you in the Mirror God's eyes...Old Leiter...are you still there?

Hold on...just like you taught me...I'm coming...teacher...

Rest in peace...I'm here...

The alienated human being loses his luster in his eyes, and his soul goes to the place it has been destined to go since birth.

That is the Chaos Demonic Realm. He will be fought over by demons, or he will have a mark marked by a powerful person, and become a slave and food exclusive to the demon or demon prince.

Mortals chosen by Chaos have their ending determined from the beginning.

He seemed to be talking to himself or communicating with an invisible being.

Lynch didn't get the answer from Teclis's translation, but it didn't matter.

Life is so insignificant, and hundreds of millions of mortals are just toys on the sandbox of the dark gods. Who cares about individual joys and sorrows?

All the clans in the mortal realm have exhausted their efforts, but they have only delayed the time of completely falling into the abyss by eight thousand years.

This crumbling building will collapse if even one brick fails to hold it up.

The evolution of civilization and the rise and fall of countries are meaningless. They are just food and dolls for the mighty.

The conquests between countries are to quench the thirst of the Blood God, and scientific deductions are the whim of the God of Change.

Whether it's turmoil or peace, the Prince of Darkness can always get what he wants from mortal emotions.

The destruction and rebirth of individuals are all under the care of the Plague Lord.

The power of darkness is getting stronger and stronger, but the cold-blooded species is about to be unable to hold on, and the gods of order are about to enter dusk.

The forces trying to tear down the building are getting stronger and stronger, but the cornerstones and pillars of the building are already overwhelmed.

They are always looking for opportunities to completely collapse this tall building, and the fallen ruins can be used as they wish.

Maybe this mutant has had a life of ups and downs, and has repeatedly lost happiness and peace, but has not yet lost his conscience.

But under the power of the four gods, he didn't even have a chance to maintain his inner perseverance.

But he was lucky enough.

Happiness and comfort never belong to cold-blooded people, Lynch has known this since he was born.

This is a war and the only war in the world.

It lasted for eight thousand years, and the gods of order and the various tribes resisted for eight thousand years.

Lynch was just one of the new recruits born for this conflict, and he was only an insignificant individual, but he knew from the beginning the dignity of this honor.

There is no greater honor than this. He is the sand that builds the building and the stubborn stone that resists the darkness.

Being able to use his life to save a collapsed building is the life he dreams of.

This is also the small and insignificant life of all lizardmen. The cold-blooded species have been on the front line against darkness since their birth, and there is no chance to relax for a moment.

Cold-blooded people cannot fall under high pressure, and Lynch cannot be easily knocked down by darkness.

Otherwise, all living beings in the world will end up with the sad ending of alienated people.

The small episode did not affect Lynch's pace of going north.

Another day passed, and Lynch saw dozens of destroyed lizardman settlements.

Numerous bones were scattered among them, and most of the remains were incomplete, and even a complete skeleton could not be pieced together.

Judging from the size of the skeletons, almost all of them are skink lizards. On rare occasions, the huge skeleton of a monitor lizard can be seen.

Skink skulls can sometimes be found hanging from branches.

It was like some kind of demonstration and showoff.

There is no residual smell of chaos, and the instigator does not even intend to show off the power of the Blood God.

In the same way, those Jingguan structures that were piled up with bones and had only bones left were not deliberately built skull bases.

When passing by large ruins, corpses strewn everywhere are no longer enough to describe the tragedy.

Gold decorations were stolen, large gold statues that could not be moved were melted down, and shocking potholes told the story of the greed of those who came.

The unfinished magical obelisks were knocked down because they were just stones and hindered the looters.

It can be said that he dug three feet into the ground, and the entire ground in front of Lin Qi was turned over.

He knew that gold was precious to hot-blooded people, but he didn't understand. Was it because the prince of darkness had twisted his mind?

He understood again, after all, greed is rooted in the souls of these failed creations. The Prince of Darkness does not need to incite it, it can drive mortals crazy.

As Asul frowned, the traveler crossed the ruined wall.

The subsequent journey becomes more bloody and decadent.

Passing by a small temple, next to the toppled building.

Those bunches of tied tail bones might be able to find their corresponding owners from another pile of corpses.

The way Stikke was tortured and killed was so bizarre that Lynch once thought it was a Slaanesh banshee visiting the northern rainforest.

Moon City is a holy place for astrology. When the city was first built, it did not consider resisting foreign enemies.

It was never built for concealment and defense.

In the outer rainforest, after the catastrophe, there are still sophisticated stargazing buildings remaining.

Like other temples that suffered disasters, Lynch could only get a glimpse of what it looked like when it first stood through the pattern of damaged stone bricks.

In the distant past, any fortune teller who knew a little bit about astrology could use it to see the universe.

Now there is nothing left, and the cold-blooded species cannot reproduce the miracles created by the ancient saints.

This was not recently destroyed, it had been dying ever since the first Druzi and the Undead Pirates set foot on Lustria.

Now, it has just been completely swept into the grave of yesterday, and even the meaning of commemoration no longer exists.