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Some reflective crystals appeared on the wasteland, which seemed to be the remaining crystals after high temperatures. Lynch had no intention of exploring too much. There were too many strange landforms in this world.

The crystal reflected the posture of the lizard man. For some reason, Lin Qi always felt that something was abnormal, and the intuitive feedback made him more vigilant.

He continued his journey, passing over the puddles and weeds scattered on the ground at extremely fast speeds. His figure was not reflected in the water.

The layers of dark clouds are always lingering here, as if they are keeping a close eye on the lizard people, unwilling to move even a little bit.

The cold wind, which was sharper than a blade, became more and more rapid. The war took away the population of Sylvania, and the traders who used to come and go here have long since disappeared.

Even the most daring merchants would not choose to enter Sylvania at this time.

So when Lin Qi noticed an extra caravan at the edge of his vision, he immediately noticed something strange.

They have normal heartbeats, warm blood, and the same fear as ordinary people.

Surrounding the two carriages were more than twenty fully armed warriors, riding poor horses. Lynch could easily tell who was the captain of the guard through the different styles of armor.

Most of them wore leather armor, and only the leading warrior had chain mail.

The person who was communicating with the leader was probably the leader of the merchants, because he was wearing a silk robe.

They look normal, both on the outside and on the inside.

Ordinary to the point of being a bit weird.

Lynch braced himself and prepared to pass them by unless the other party invited him to visit.

Obviously, the abnormality that dared to appear at this time must be directed at some shining cold-blooded species.

The merchants and guards, who originally had different expressions, changed their faces almost at the same time. They tilted their bodies stiffly and looked in the same direction.

They clearly shouldn't see Lin Qi. You must know that the two sides are separated by more than 10,000 steps, and there are rocks in the middle.

But they did all look over.

Lynch wasn't sure for a moment whether this was a coincidence, but he wasn't prepared to tolerate the provocation.

A strong wind blew across the earth, and the luminous figure seemed like an arrow flying across the earth, crashing straight through the caravan.

The blood was burned away by the high temperature before it even dripped onto the scales, and scattered pieces of flesh floated in the sky for a long time before finally falling to the ground.

Lynch was sure they were dead.

The journey continues, but the further forward, the slower the lizard man's progress becomes.

Because he found that the surrounding scenery had not changed much, he even returned to the position from a long time ago.

In the distance, a caravan was slowly moving forward.

It may take many practices to arrive at the truth.

Without thinking, Lynch suddenly accelerated and cleared the seemingly normal caravan again.

Like a movie played in reverse, as Lynch continued to move forward, the rocks and lonely weeds slowly receded, finally sending him back to where he started.

But Lynch discovered changes hidden behind the scenes.

There was something approaching, but he couldn't see it. Unless the other party was strong enough to be hidden from Lynch's perception, it would have been exposed.

assassin?

But if an assassin with superb skills comes here, it shouldn't expose itself at such a distance, and in Lynch's perception, there are many of them.

wizard.

This is also not like a mage's trick. Even the vampire's shadow mage may not be able to fool his five senses.

No, just because ordinary mages can't do it doesn't mean that the most outstanding mages can't do it.

Lynch seems to have seen similar tricks before.

He crushed the scattered crystal particles on the ground with his feet and picked up another crystal nearby.

It seems to be glass, but it is full of impurities and looks slightly cloudy.

There was only Lynch in the mirror.

His peripheral vision penetrated the crystal in his hand, and he discovered that the caravan in the distance had crossed the space at some point, appeared directly in front of him, and was still approaching slowly.

What happens next? Horrible scenes in human ghost stories?

The lizard man threw away the crystal with great interest, as indifferent as a stone statue, quietly waiting for the other party's next move.

The human caravan seemed to have no memory of being repeatedly tortured. They once again fell into a neat and sluggish state, slowly turning their heads to look at Lynch like puppets on strings.

Silence floated in the air, and cold eyes looked down at the strange-looking mortal, without any change in emotion.

The invisible confrontation lasted for a long time, until the dark clouds in the sky turned into horned skeletons, and there were faint shrill cries in the wind.

As if he could no longer withstand a certain pressure, subtle cracks appeared in the air, and the ground and sky were torn apart by cracks like broken mirrors. Lynch subconsciously looked at the crystals on the ground, and as expected, found cracks in them.

The crystal suddenly shattered, tearing open the illusory world.

Nothing has changed. There is still a caravan in front of Lynch. He is indeed in a wilderness full of broken crystals. He just seemed to be pulled into the mirror image.

Why go to all this trouble?

In an instant, the humanoid creatures that filled Lynch's perception revealed the answer to him.

He appears to have been ambushed.

The humans in the caravan trembled violently. The ferocious horns pierced their scalps and penetrated the helmets they wore. The bloody horns unveiled the prelude to the change.

Their torsos hunched unnaturally, and eventually, one by one, humans fell off their horses and rolled and struggled on the ground.

The horses that were once enslaved by humans seemed to have their identities reversed, and they stood up.

In the blink of an eye, the horses' hind limbs became as thick as buckets. They no longer neighed, but began to communicate with invisible beings using illogical words. By the time they walked on the ground like humans, the humans who used to sit on them had already degenerated. Into half a cow or a sheep.

They have the limbs and heads of animals, but their bodies are still human.

The imbalance of their limbs caused them to struggle in the mud, and Lynch was not sure whether they were enemies or not.

Maybe they were just innocent passers-by who happened to fall into the demon of Tzeentch's transformation spell, and Lynch sent these unclean things on their last journey.

In any case, they are already hopeless, and have been hopeless since they were assimilated. As long as they are slightly infected with the power of chaos, there is no hope of being saved, unless a god is willing to lend a hand.

Not being completely firm means not being firm, and not being completely contaminated means being seriously ill.

Only humans who believe in demons but have not fallen away from normal concepts will have naive illusions. The ancient race has been resisting for nearly ten thousand years not just for its own sovereignty. Failure to resist will lead to death. Unless you are willing to accept the life form after chaos distortion .

Mortal and Isil have been fighting for life and death from the beginning, but there are still many people who don't think so. They think it's just a change of monarch.

The roars of wild beasts surrounded Lynch, hoarse laughter was hidden deep in the darkness, and groups of strange birds broke through the dark clouds and played in the smoke.

The overwhelming flock of carnivorous birds pressed toward the ground, as if a piece of the sky had collapsed, trying to smash all civilization on the ground.