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No soldiers resisted anymore, and the hot-blooded race fled without any armor.

Lynch was not in a hurry to pursue him. There should be Skink Hunters ready in that direction.

The main enemy now is not the hot-blooded species.

A bloody battle lasting eight thousand years is just around the corner.

The wailing and despair of mortals gradually solidified, and the wind of magic roared, cheering for the coming great existence.

The rushing banshee seemed to have discovered something and turned to escape without hesitation.

Along with a loud noise, yellow fog covered the night sky.

The chasm rift that had been silent for eight thousand years in the Kala Temple was torn open again.

The fortress in front of Lynch was crying. Screams and pain converged into a pale yellow behemoth, and the entire fortress was trampled under its feet.

The sky-shaking laughter eclipsed all sounds, and the mountain-like giant drew on death and despair to outline its figure in the mortal realm.

It is more powerful than any demon Lynch has ever seen!

The pitted, yellow-green ulcerated skin was constantly overflowing with thick pus.

It swayed slightly, causing the smelly rain to cover a kilometer radius.

On its plump head, a pair of ferocious antlers trembled in its laughter. It was so happy.

The unclean man, who looks like a mountain of meat, stretches his right hand into the void. This is not a thank you to his collaborators.

It seemed to have grabbed something, and slowly pulled out the ten-meter-long plague sword from the void.

This rusty demon sword has already made Lynch dizzy and weak even before it fully appeared.

Lin Qi did not dare to neglect, and without hesitation launched a desperate charge towards the demon that had not yet completely arrived.

He was too small. Compared to the hill-like Great Unclean One, Lynch was like an ant close to a human being.

But he is still stronger than ants, because ants simply cannot tear open human skin.

Lin Qi felt the curious attention from above, and the strong malice seemed to have a physical form, almost crushing him to the ground.

Lynch inexplicably remembered the story he had read in his previous life, about a knight who charged at a windmill. What was the difference between him and that ignorant man now?

Impossible to succeed.

There was no way he was wrestling with such a giant.

The sense of crisis stirred up his precarious sanity, and Lynch realized this with the help of his shaky sobriety.

This demon should not appear in the mortal realm. It should fight bloody battles with the Gods of Order in the Demon Realm of Chaos.

Mortals found out too late, the best chance was before the demon summoning ritual was triggered.

Lin Qi crossed over the decaying ground and resolutely smashed the wooden wall in front of him. The closer he got to the big demon, the more inexplicable emotional disturbance he could feel.

He decisively activated the sun's light on the scepter, and the warm sunshine made him feel better.

There was a voice telling him to be afraid. He should be afraid, but he had long forgotten how to be afraid.

The tough hearts of the cold-blooded species were aroused by the big demon to a hint of despair, not to mention those warm-blooded species who had not yet left the Kara Temple.

Thousands of humans gouged out their own eyes and huddled in the shadows, shivering.

When this was not enough, they took out daggers with trembling hands and stabbed themselves in the ears.

Losing their vision and hearing did not make them feel better. The suffocating despair and helplessness could still be felt through their skin.

They coughed and tore their flesh feebly, trying to use pain to awaken the will to resist, but it was in vain.

Even gods would hesitate in front of a high-level demon, let alone a mortal?

A strong soul allowed Lynch to retain his dignity and prevent him from collapsing like a mortal.

Lin Qi was dodging the juice falling from the sky while observing the big demon attentively.

He could tell that this big demon was not in the right state.

It's stuck between reality and fiction!

Normally, when such a terrifying god and demon comes to the world, the land within sight will be distorted by its power.

Now there was only a little sound and light, just the residual power of the demonic power, which almost killed the stubborn resisters present.

After realizing this, Lynch became more sober.

He was rushing towards death.

Lin Qi desperately hoped that those brooding demon toads would wake up soon.

This is obviously an extravagant hope, and it takes a long time for the Slan to wake up, and their response in the real world is very slow.

Maybe after Lynch died, they would notice the coming demon and find a countermeasure through long thinking.

Lynch tried hard to find reasons for himself to die. The closer he got to the devil, the stronger the pressure on his soul.

The soul transformation he had carried out before was not enough for him to face this powerful enemy. He needed to convince himself to be decisive.

After discovering that the demon couldn't even move smoothly, Lynch found a reason.

There is still a chance. The great demon has just cast its shadow over the mortal realm and has not yet fully entered reality. It is now extremely weak.

Lynch should seize the opportunity to try it. At least it can consume the demon's limited power. Even if he dies because of it, it will be worth it.

As long as it is delayed enough, when Slan wakes up, the cold-blooded species will have a way to eliminate it.

The devil's foul body odor did not affect Lynch. He had the foresight to block his instinctive breathing.

Otherwise, just getting close would kill Lynch.

The solid ground has turned into a fetid quagmire, and the ruins of the Temple of Kara have been transformed by mighty power, and their past glory can no longer be seen.

The resounding laughter struck the hearts of mortals again and again, and the fire of light behind Lin Qi became weaker and weaker.

The part of the demons that rushed toward Lynch had disappeared. They wanted to escape, but the big demon didn't give them a chance.

The plague ended their journey to the mortal realm, causing them to dissipate one after another on their way to escape.

The demons that were struggling with the Archmage fled in all directions and disappeared into the shadows of the rainforest.

Now that Teclis had some free time, he activated all the artifacts on his body and tried to activate a high-level light spell.

The mage's spell was lost in earth-shaking laughter.

The world is screaming because the great demon raised the sword of plague in his hand.

Lynch crossed several trenches and got closer and closer to the big devil.

Even more majestic fear tore at the lizard people, clamoring to make the cold-blooded species give up resistance.

Lin Qi cleared his mind, leaving only one thought.

He did not dare to roar, which would allow the germs in the air to enter his body. Lynch was not sure whether his tough body could withstand the plague that could wither the gods.

The only mortals left in the Kala Temple area are probably Lynch and Asul.

Because the wind carried the plague further, the entire ten-mile radius turned into a place of despair and decay.

The world was sobbing as the Great Demon slowly swung his giant sword.

The unspeakable pressure almost pushed Lynch to the ground. He tried his best to resist the strong wind brought by the demon's sword and continued to move forward stupidly.

The soles of his feet sunk deeply into the ground. Lynch gritted his teeth and faced the cruel gaze of the Great Unclean One, activating the arc of light from Kotago's scepter.

He already knows his end. Without miracles, how can mortals fight against gods?

The world was trembling, and the power of the giant sword slashed away the yellow clouds in the sky, causing Bai Yue to shine palely in fright, and fall into the distance as if fleeing for her life.

Lin Qi inexplicably felt a vast and filthy thought, which declared from above.

Mortal! The loving Father wants to summon you.

He will be discharged from the hospital in just over a week.

When the time comes, I will first make up for the short daily updates, and then make up for the monthly updates. The line will just be spread out and I can write smoothly.