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Chapter 158 Servant of Mor (10.7 update)

Zombie dragons and horror beasts rushed towards the tall figure, but were easily defeated by the boiling white flames.

Even the undead of the crawling beast could not stop him from approaching Nagash, and nothing seemed to be able to stop him.

Nagash was completely panicked. The figure approached him again after two thousand years.

The bronze armor was damaged, and there was only a rag left in the wolfskin cloak, but the white flames on his body became more and more powerful.

He no longer looked human, but more like a white fire that would never go out.

The warhammer named Gail-Malaz roared and rushed towards Nagash with divine flames.

The thunderous war cry spanned time and echoed in Nagash's ears again today, two thousand years later.

I am Sigmar! The founder of the empire! The slayer of the orcs!

The spiritual fire in Nagash's eyes was almost extinguished. It abandoned its form without hesitation, took one of Nagash's nine volumes, and turned into a black shadow and rushed towards the end of the eastern sky.

The shrill curse withered the entire rain forest. Nagash cursed the enemy named Sigma and the existence that twice ruined its plans.

As Nagash disappeared into the night, its echoes slowly dissipated, and the undead souls that lost control were easily dismissed by the Archmage.

Sigma stood among the ruins, looking to the east in confusion.

When Nagash's power completely receded, the phantom on Lynch also disappeared.

Obviously, the Immortal curse had the wrong target, and it was always scaring itself.

Lynch returned to his teammates tiredly, only to find that one of his companions was missing.

The witch hunter maintained his gaze with reverence, the blood in his throat still not drying up, and the blood-stained Holy Emblem of Sigmar in his hand.

Thorion performed a dwarf funeral for Glenn. Glenn's hatred had been wiped away, and he could proudly meet his ancestors.

But the dwarf's hatred is still there, and he will continue to move forward until the hatred he carries is erased, or his own death brings an end to the hatred.

The legend of the Orphan Maker has come to an end, but Lynch knows that the danger is still there.

Nagash has returned, and there is an undercurrent of change lurking in the shadows.

If Lynch doesn't look for them, they will come to him sooner or later.

In fact, the demons have never gone away, and it is they who have made the mortal realm look like this.

Lynch took the hot-blooded people some distance north and established a camp on the spot.

They had to adjust back to their normal schedule. It was no longer safe to travel at night.

The evil moon and the white moon hang in the sky together, quietly looking down at the people.

In the old world, Marienburg, a prophet wearing a black robe walked out of the tavern on the dock.

The brilliance of the evil moon Morslieb made the dock area become rarely quiet.

The whispers of fear are normal. After all, there were many dead wandering the streets in the first half of the night. Fortunately, the local sheriff's gunpowder was advanced enough.

People huddled in the room and whispered, talking in a roundabout way about the ghosts that suddenly appeared in the middle of the night.

The servant of Eugen Moore glanced at the cowering drunkards in the tavern, and showed a gloomy and deliberate smile.

He faced the tavern, pointed at Xie Yue, and deliberately used an exaggerated voice to loudly declare his piety.

Are you afraid of Morsrib? Listen! There is nothing to be afraid of. The mysterious night happens every year, and Morth, the god of death, will always protect us.

Of course Eugen is not afraid of the evil moon. As the most knowledgeable foreigner, he knows the origin of the evil moon.

Of course, to be cautious, Eugen deliberately forgot some of his knowledge when he found himself in this world.

In the small building opposite the tavern, Eugen noticed several prying eyes.

He knew that this was the local Outlander organization observing him.

But he has no interest in the unity of the other world. The leader of that organization does not seem to be a good person. Eugen always suspects that she has been captured by the big fraudster.

Appreciating the fear of the drunkards, Eugen raised his hands enthusiastically, revealing the sacrificial dagger and protective sickle at his waist.

He was like every pastor whose mind was occupied by fanaticism, standing proudly under the evil moon and shouting loudly.

What are you waiting for? Come on! Let us chant at midnight, More! More! More!

This act of provoking darkness completely frightened the onlookers.

Sigma protects me!

Madman! Madman Eugen! Get out of Marienburg!

Sharya! Show your mercy! Don't let this madman attract the monster.

The secret peeps disappeared. It seemed that even if they were strangers, they did not want to accept a fearless fanatic believer.

This was exactly what Eugen expected, as he recalled the revelations made public by the Gatekeepers and the visions he had seen.

He took out the silver coins he had and counted them, and found that he had just enough to buy a ticket to the new world.

There is no doubt that this is a coincidence.

Of course, it can also be considered as Moore's divine inspiration. If someone asks, Eugen will take advantage of it to strengthen others' prejudice against him.

Only Eugen knew that he was not More's prophet. There are various signs that he is an oracle, an unawakened oracle.

He must hide this identity!

When heading to the captain's stronghold, Eugen scanned the low houses on both sides of the road and successfully discovered a boy huddled by the candlelight.

With the help of a second sight, Eugen determined that the boy was exactly ten years old.

With a malicious and gloating smile on his face, he approached the house.

The shadow blocked the firelight flowing from the wooden window into the night, and also attracted the child's attention.

He clutched the Holy Emblem of Sigmar tremblingly, almost crying from the shadow approaching the house in the middle of the night.

The child subconsciously wants to call his parents, but is afraid of disturbing the monster.

A gloomy tone sounded, bringing the boy a widely circulated prophecy of doomsday.

.The Anointed One wears the crown! The minions of Chaos assemble in his shadow. Daemons gather in the mortal world to bring final destruction to the world. All will die, no survivors.

The boy's eyes widened as he listened to the terrifying prophecies. Finally, he couldn't bear the oppression brought by the ghosts in his imagination and burst into tears.

The cry alerted the boy's parents and other residents.

Fires lit up, and in the noise, people thought that monsters had attacked the streets, and they took up weapons one after another, preparing to muster the courage to unite to face the enemy.

The prophet outside the house accomplished his mission and walked away quickly with a strange smile, fearing that he would be caught.

Unfortunately, Eugen is just practicing the purpose of the Doomsday Prophecy Society.

The founder with water in his head believed that Maul's prophets should travel around the empire and show the prophecies of the end of the world to all ten-year-old human children to warn the world.

Children will eventually grow up, and when they become adults, the shadows of their childhood will always flog them, making them aware of the horror of the power of Chaos.

There is no doubt that this purpose attracted Eugen.

He decisively joined the Doomsday Prophecy Society.

This was the hundredth child he had alerted, and Eugen would always remember him.

If Eugen can return from the new world, he must come and see if this child pays attention to his prophecy.