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No Chaos Warrior could survive a round in front of Lynch. The corpses were spread on the ground along the direction of the lizard people. For some reason, the heads of these corpses all stared blankly at the lizard people advancing in the killing, and their eyes followed the lizard people. transferred by movement.

The vision's senses did not pull him away from the killing, and no matter what he faced next, he had the will to fight it.

Before that, all he had to do was to end the creations of the ancient saints that had gone astray.

Lynch raised his scepter, about to kill another Chaos Warrior in front of him, when a noisy buzz suddenly penetrated his hearing. At that moment, he felt that he suddenly became dwarfed, and in the next moment, he It was like an illusion that I found myself in a dark environment.

This shouldn't be the case, the darkness couldn't stop him from seeing.

The moldy grain exuded a pungent smell, and Lynch felt that he was feeling panic. He savored this familiar feeling and distinguished reality from fiction.

The perspective Lynch saw at this moment did not belong to him. He became another person at that moment.

The scepter fell cleanly, and just when the tip of the scepter cut through the Chaos Warrior's headplate and exploded his brain, the world seemed to have stopped again. At this moment, Lynch saw a scene that did not belong to him.

It was still dark, but a pair of blood-red eyes appeared at the end of his sight. Lynch was familiar with the greed in those eyes. There was always pain and greed in the blood pupils of the Rat Man.

Fear and despair struck Lynch's soul again and again, just like the breeze carrying distant despair washed away the lizard man's unshakable body.

He heard the sobs and prayers in the darkness, the immature voice of a girl, praying to the gods of this land over and over again.

No god responded to her, because all the gods were already in danger.

When her blood-red eyes eagerly approached, she began to call out to foreign gods, whether it was the Lord of the Wilderness, the God of the North, or the Guardian of the Empire, but no god responded to her.

The Goddess of Mercy did not appear for her, and the authority of the God of the Dead was limited to the dead.

She is just a mortal, an insignificant individual.

In vain, there was only a girl sobbing in fear in the darkness, and the evil thing she couldn't resist. She began to try the name of evil without knowing whether it was right or wrong.

The bloody eyes were already close at hand. No matter how she hit with her weak fists or pushed and kicked with her weak legs and feet, she could not push away the inevitable death.

The pain was accompanied by the gnawing sound of rodents. At the last moment when the vision dissipated, and the most desperate moment of the dying person, Lynch heard her last prayer.

Loving father! Help me!

The stagnant world began to flow again, and the lizard men continued to kill with concentration, without being disturbed by the illusion.

Every time he killed a Chaos Warrior, a similar vision appeared. They were either struggling in despair, or numb in despair. In the end, everything ended up with the same cry - Father Nurgle.

The chaotic scene blocked the lizard man's sight, but he could continue killing without sight. The prayers and cries of countless people broke through the fighting and roaring on the battlefield.

Souls that were dying in despair filled Lynch's hearing with their last shouts. He also didn't need hearing.

The fight must continue.

The mechanical fight lasted for a long time. With the help of hunting sense, Lynch suddenly crashed into the Chaos Lord who was rushing toward him. At the moment when the enemy approached, he activated in a blink of an eye and used the extraordinary reaction and speed of the moment to directly kill the Chaos Lord. The Chaos Lord blocked the way and cut him off.

A short burst isn't lasting, but it doesn't need to be.

The remaining Chaos Warriors continue their futile war against a single creature, hopelessly reduced to half-blooded thighs or skulls with a gaping hole in their heads.

Scattered fragments were piled on the ground. Although the efficiency was not high, at another dawn, Lynch completed the killing unyieldingly.

The chaotic scene suddenly dispersed, and countless heads rolling in the blood on the ground cast numb and desperate glances at Lin Qi. They opened and closed their mouths, and even the damaged heads with nothing left on their mouths could be seen. Trying to make a sound.

They repeated the screams in Lynch's ears, as well as calls that did not belong to them.

All of Lynch's scales trembled at this moment, reminding the consciousness that dominated this body.

It's time to run away, for He is watching.

The lizard man pushed aside all dissuasion and faced the omnipresent gaze on guard.

The cries of dying humans in my ears gradually became more coherent, and they collectively made one sound:

Turn back!

Thousands of desperate people shouted to Lynch, their emotions washing the lizard man's soul like a tsunami, but they did not arouse a trace of mercy.

You are no longer like yourself. They told the truth like a cry, but it also did not make the lizard people repent.

He had to make changes, and all the resistance he made was to resist the master behind these voices.

You can't save them.

Turn back! Go north!

Lynch really couldn't save them. When he learned that the Chaos Lords were scattered, he knew that no one could save the kingdom.

He can kill an entire Chaos army, but there is more than one Chaos army raging everywhere?

It's just too late to rush, not to mention the non-stop killing.

He couldn't save everyone who was still resisting, and he acknowledged that fact.

I don't need to save them, I just need to destroy all the invaders. Get away! Lord of Plague! I am not a creature that needs to pray to you.

One sigh after another echoes the endless sighs, and together they convey the enlightenment from the God of all things.

You were not like this in the beginning.

Go back! Xiangbei, return to your original appearance!

Further north on the Norsca Peninsula is the Shadow Continent. The closer you get to the poles, the less the creatures are like they were at first. They have all been changed by the chaotic energy pouring into reality.

Mammoths were not originally man-eating monsters, northern dragons originally had only one head, and giants were not ugly beasts covered in pustules.

To the north? All those who still want to retain their independent thoughts have no way out.

Lynch ignored everything around him without any disturbance. Silence itself was the best response.

Countless cries intertwined with blasphemous words, and He said seductively:

You want to continue on the road of killing? You can't destroy anything. What is destroyed is your lost self.

This is also a fact. Even if Lynch is strong enough to fight against the four gods, he cannot destroy them unless he kills all existences with self-thought in all realms, including Lynch himself.

Isil includes everything, even Lynch’s ongoing rebellion.

They are getting stronger because Lynch is getting stronger and the outsiders are getting stronger.