Chapter 381 Fire

Mirkavala, the Skaven's offensive has become more and more urgent, and now they no longer care about losses.

When a large group of sewer rats entered the temple, Thasorel finally got his chance.

The vampires and rats that no longer hesitated overwhelmed the lone guard. It was indeed a dedicated guard. Even the torrent could not flow through the network that seemed to be full of loopholes, but the Almighty Demon King had his own way.

The crow shadow elongated into a grotesque human shape, and its powerful bird claws suddenly penetrated the already fragile defense circle while the guards fought bloody battles with countless thieves.

Maybe it's a long battle, or maybe it's overload.

The burning heat in his abdomen almost moved Lynch, until at a certain moment, his abdominal cavity suddenly cooled down and no longer provided energy.

The supplement gradually failed to keep up with the consumption, and the lizard man lost every last drop of blood. The unbearable pain tortured Lynch, but the pain was far less unbearable than the weakness and weakness.

When the undead blade cut through Lynch's scales again, the wound did not heal.

The world blurred into a swaying shadow, and the noise and riots faded away. Lynch used his last strength to beat the body of the Undead Supreme, just like every mortal who tried to fight back.

With the sound of drums and horns, Angras, the "Unfettered One", split reality with an axe. The sharp shadow enveloped a group of demons or mortals who had not yet had time to retreat. In the next moment, the fear of burning flames The ax chopped the great necromancer's body and the lizard man into rubbish.

A blue gem floated in the place where Lynch existed before, dotted in the suspended silver back. A glowing scepter stood quietly on one side, and above it was a golden statue.

The silver chain the Archmage gave to the Lizard fell into the dust and became stained with mud.

The violent disputes came to a standstill, and all beings saw the gem that seemed to represent the universe. The Undead Supreme calmed down his anger in an instant, and couldn't wait to ingest the azure diamond that seemed to contain everything.

But in the next change of the world, they disappeared, leaving only chains made of Ismailan silver on the ground.

It was like lying deep in the sun, with light and heat surrounding Lynch. He wanted to open his eyes, but he couldn't do this simple action.

It seems to have turned into a fluid, but also seems to have been divided into billions of parts. He seems to be all living beings, but also seems to be a unique individual.

He saw the ape-man shed his fur and turned into a more retro-looking human being. He also saw the silver arc of light flying in the sky, as well as the earth and ocean that were undergoing drastic changes all the time.

Lin Qi floats up and down among all living beings, and seems to be traveling back and forth between the end and the beginning of time.

His vision was split into thousands of parts, some were in the depths of the universe, some were in the thunder, and some were in the reflection of the water surface.

Until a certain moment, He was picked up by a primate.

The time is frozen in the evening of the Ice Age, and the space is fixed in the newly illuminated cave.

The primitive races surrounded Him in awe and spoke His name:

"fire!"

The fiery orange-red color occupies everything in Lynch's mind, and the billions of fragments find their main body one after another, rising to the sky and places higher than the sky and beyond the universe.

He overlooked the blue planet at the end of infinity, from the time when bipedal races first found fire, to when they developed settlements and worshiped the power of nature.

He saw the bipeds building cities on the ground and forging towers of wonder and civilization.

All this continued until he realized he was falling.

The planet was getting closer and closer to him, and he felt countless existences that were identical to his own. He saw the poles of the planet being twisted into wasteland by powerful forces, and chaos ruled the world from then on.

The kingdom of heaven is devouring the mortal world, and it is foreseeable that mortals do not want to enter the so-called kingdom of heaven among the gods.

The invisible war began higher in the world, and Lynch witnessed its end, and then spanned dozens of centuries, witnessing mortals reclaiming the wasteland and building crumbling kingdoms one after another.

The mighty ones appeared one after another and disappeared one after another.

Time and space were changing chaotically. One moment he was in ancient times, and the next moment he was in the future.

Just when Lynch was about to forget his name, he saw Lustria.

Mirkavala, another pair of sharp bird claws held Thasorel down. The Mirror God looked down at the loser proudly, and pushed him to the star staff of the temple guard under its glare.

The horror of vampires and rats pleases "Destiny's Child" just as it determines - it's all according to plan.

Hotar happily looked at the incompetent and furious Undead Supreme, as well as the anxious and grinning MPs in the Wasted Rat Demon City who had disappeared.

Carlos's whisper lingered indifferently in the ears of the All-Changing Demon King, which became the embellishment before its victory. It didn't even bother to listen carefully to the expression of "Destiny Weaver", which was nothing more than the wailing of the loser.

It looked maliciously at the indifferent Demon Toad in the spiritual realm, and at this moment, it probed its mind to the side of the "major whirlpool" and ridiculed the struggling elf mages in it.

Look! The will of the Lord of Change has become clear, and a new god is about to be born.

With everyone watching in shock or anger, when the temple guards were about to tear Thasorel apart and rushed in front of the "Mirror God", Hotar suddenly thrust his claws into the divine fire.

But it felt hard and smooth scales.

Even the All-Changing Demon Lord felt the looming absurdity, and the Great Demon's smile disappeared, just like those beings who had just discovered its arrival.

The uneasy premonition made the demon want to turn back and take a closer look at the flames, but the suspended pyramid falling above the Broken Dome was even more eye-catching.

The pyramid turned into a phantom before it fell, and an ancient saint's mark instantly crossed the remaining distance and fell into the flames.

The devil felt a rare sense of uneasiness. The next moment when time began to flow, it suppressed its uneasiness and looked at the flames.

The divine fire had an outline, but it was undoubtedly not the shape it should have.

The gleaming scales that made the devil feel sick became even more dazzling under the irradiation of the flames. The looming figure of the cold-blooded creature made the devil subconsciously want to shrink his hands.

Lin Qi held it slightly, and a gleaming scepter appeared in his palm.

A silver carapace replaced his dorsal fin, and the cosmic engine beat slowly in his abdomen.

Maybe he shouldn't compare himself to a living thing now.

The material world oppresses Lynch's spirit, and his existence distorts reality, but reality is also trying its best to resist his invasion.

Lynch grabbed the demon who was trying to escape. In its confused and self-doubting sight, the scepter seemed like a flash of lightning or a light piercing the darkness, neatly pulling the demon's bird head off. Cut it down.

Green smoke spread from the demon's wound, and the piercing screams resounded throughout the city.

You don’t need to continue subscribing. From now on, it’s just the finishing touches. The pressure in reality is too great and my body can’t bear it. I don’t have the energy to start. The follow-up is just the finishing touches and daily routine.

From the first volume, when I first started trying to divide the shots, there were quite strong complaints. I was not firm enough at that time, which led to the deviation of the initial outline. At that time, many plots were not written, the characters were not foreshadowed, and the follow-up was just Can be pulled out in a hurry.

I tried to write it in a conventional way, but half of it made me feel disgusted, so I deleted it. Being in a routine is disrespectful to you, and I couldn’t even stand it.

Originally, the second volume was meant to be saved and exercised on the way, but something happened at home and there was nothing I could do. I didn’t have the energy to come up with ideas when I took the time to type.

After being discharged from the hospital, it was too late to save the situation. Many things that should have been foreshadowed were not laid, and the plot that should be revealed was not revealed, so I had to bite the bullet and write.

Later, another accident occurred. There was nothing to say, and the impact was quite large.

If you are attentive, you should be able to find that there are many places where a short story can actually unfold, but I have just briefly mentioned it.

Some friends are right to complain. I write like an outline. In a sense, this is true.

I couldn't satisfy everyone, so I gave up and just kept changing my writing methods to practice writing.

I'm extremely sorry, and thank you all. Without you who have read the latest chapter, I wouldn't have the courage to persist until now.

The follow-up is probably to wrap things up after the war, then go about daily life, practice describing details, and finally finish the book.

It's a shame that I didn't write a fantasy world as I originally intended.