Chapter 314 Sophistry

The snow looked like the residue of accumulated dandruff. They were originally dead, but now they are full of life.

A grain of snow gives birth to countless tiny individuals. It first enters destruction, and then new life comes after destruction.

Half of the mountains in the north have become a member of the "Great Reincarnation" of the God of All Things. Ice cones squirm between the cliffs like snakes, intertwining with the scarred snow-capped mountains.

No more snowflakes fell from the sky, replaced by juice-like white liquid.

The nausea and dizziness brought by the stinky wind made Lynch almost retching. He lit the scepter, and with the strong light came cold-blooded fury.

There is something that is transcending. This place has not yet been swallowed up by the Shadow Continent. This place is still a mortal realm.

The blazing light staff pushed away the stench and purified the uncleanness around Lynch.

He stepped on a pure path among the debris and rushed towards the location where evil was most rampant.

There is no doubt that the "predator" Huangqi has marked his prey.

Nothing stands in Lynch's way except omnipresent corruption.

It wasn't until they stepped into the mountains in the north that a dull sound suddenly sounded.

"Behold! Life! My friend, you still have a chance to join us. The lair I have prepared for you in the garden has been set up by the Nurglings. You will like it."

"Come! Join us and integrate into our huge family. Every Nurgling will send you a blessing."

The last time I heard this voice was in Lustria, when Lynch could only rely on the sharpness of Kotago's scepter to struggle in front of the big devil.

Times have changed, but the devil has not changed.

Why does it think that the warriors who traveled thousands of miles from Lustria to the northern ice fields will surrender to the enemy?

"Do you think they won? Do you think I will descend to associate with the devil, or even become a devil? Do you think I am afraid of death?"

"No, my friend, your words are too harsh. We have never been enemies. Gods are not trying to destroy the world. Devil, well, I prefer you to call me "the unborn", but it doesn't matter." , as long as you like it.

We just want to send gifts to other unawakened creatures. I once thought that modern medicine can solve everything, but this is a magical world, why not choose a more magical healing method? "

"So you used the plague to kill tens of thousands of living creatures?" Lynch's sarcasm failed to keep up with his progress and was forgotten. It took a moment to catch up with the master.

"They are not dead, they just exist in a different form and have more companions. Your vision is too narrow and you cannot see the macroscopic reality."

The lizard man's cold thinking couldn't help but feel a little superior pity and hatred for the devil - this miserable fellow countryman who was dragged astray by the evil god was dead, and that human was dead.

The broad sophistry may not be its true intention. From the moment it becomes a demon, it is not completely him.

Like every Nurgle Daemon, it is now a puppet of the God of All, an involuntary plaything on the chessboard, one of the Plaguefather's countless collectibles.

"Do you still remember what you looked like when you were alive? Those who have not been "born"." Lynch emphasized the pronunciation sarcastically. This title belongs to the devil and has nothing to do with humans.

He maliciously wants to peel off the devil's ugly skin and let him see himself now.

"Do you remember what you looked like when you turned into a demon?"

"Of course I remember that it was a mistake. I should have embarked on the path to true greatness, instead of staying in a narrow world."

The dull voice was unhesitating at first, but by the end, its tail seemed to be trembling slightly.

"As you wish, you have become a big deal now. You are a "god", a high-ranking demigod in the Chaos Demon Realm. Why would a god bother me, a mortal?

I like this narrow world now. I will stay in this corner where I can’t see anything “truly great”!

Why do you have to come and persuade me again and again? If you really have great love, you should respect me. "

Lynch rarely has the energy to mock others. He has never shown it so freely since he came into this world.

“The man on the throne had already extended an invitation to me, but I turned it down.

Your Master also invited me to follow His path not long ago, but I declined.

Who has more dignity than them to persuade me to take the path of the devil?

I would rather die, have my soul torn into powder, and be annihilated in the final destruction, than achieve eternity with you in the supreme heaven. "

He doesn't need eternity, nor does he need empty immortality. How can these fancy words compare to his faith and persistence?

The dull tone in the evil wind disappeared. Perhaps it retreated from the difficulty and did not try to smelt real gold again.

Gold is still gold no matter how it is burned. Only fake gold will turn black in the flames.

Perhaps it had forgotten its shame, but Lynch failed to wait for its hesitation, as it was already hopeless.

"I repent that I was greedy, that I longed for worldly things."

In the Principality of Palaon, in a village adjacent to the empire, in the temple of the Lady of the Lake, Louis de Miner hung his head in despair and offered his last prayer to the god he had briefly believed in.

"I repent. I was proud of unjust glory. I stepped on the shoulders of farmers just like the people I spurned."

"I regret that I once offered my loyalty to an unfair god. I thought He was a majestic and loving being, but I didn't expect Him to be a god of nobility."

"I regret that I was timid."

The gods do not care about an individual without a response.

Louis stood up as if relieved, returned the sword and armor to the noble gods, and relieved himself of his responsibilities and obligations.

He took the wrong path. He should believe in Sigmar more than the Lady of the Lake.

At the very least, Sigma has a noble humanity and will respond to all humans who truly believe in justice when mortals are in despair, regardless of whether they are nobles or refugees.

The gods were too cold. Lewis would rather believe in a human hero. A less effective human emperor was better than a true god who ignored the lower classes.

It is better to believe in a myth written by humans than to believe in a symbol, a beautiful statue, a god who does not speak for most people.

At least the Emperor who established the empire in the past had the beliefs he yearned for and the concepts he respected.

The former adventure knight stopped his adventure in this mountain village, and also gave away the dream of the nobility.

He couldn't change this kingdom, not by becoming a Knight of the Holy Grail, nor by becoming a king, because it was so bad that its foundation was crooked.

Louis saw himself clearly and no longer held on to unrealistic dreams.

He is not the chosen one, and he does not have the ability to fight against the general trend of the kingdom alone.