Beginning with the lizard men and traveling through the Middle Ages

Chapter 393 Disaster to Chiyu
The Lizardmen's eyes were always fixed on a calm Kislev man. He was burly like a Norscan. In the secret arena they held privately, he was probably a victorious champion.

Maybe he is the ruler of half of the underworld, maybe he is the behind-the-scenes protector of all gangs and the lower city of Erengrad.

It doesn't matter, he is just a desperado now.

Like an astute lamb, he blends in with the sheep and hides his wild side. It would be difficult for a warrior who has not experienced life and death to see how extraordinary he is.

But Assur has no shortage of good warriors.

Lynch could see through his uneasiness, and could also detect his increasingly hysterical anger. He could hardly bear it any longer. No Khorne believer could restrain himself.

Without Lynch showing up, the elven soldiers can deal with him. In the realm of mortals, no matter how powerful a warrior is, he cannot survive being surrounded by dozens of veterans.

Even giants would be hunted, let alone a mere disciple of Khorne who was not even a Chaos Warrior.

Just as Lynch guessed, this man quietly left the crowd, took advantage of the conflict between the Ugor Witch and the Hoth Sword Master, deftly walked around the alleys extending in all directions for a moment, and then boldly jumped into the water. , using superb water skills to hide in small boats and leave misleading traces.

If it were a Chaos Warrior of Khorne, his stinging body would have been exposed at this time, shouting slogans to please the evil god and massacre indiscriminately, but no matter how fanatical the believers were, they were only humans, and they had not yet been upgraded.

He is already a turtle in a urn, and Lynch doesn't think he can escape just by relying on these little tricks.

Several enthusiastic scholars have already put on scale armor and pulled out the magic swords forged in the White Tower of Hoth; the maid of the Eternal Queen has also bid farewell to the lizard people and led her bodyguards to occupy the heights of the human city.

This unlucky guy had absolutely nothing to do with Tzeentch's conspiracy, but he happened to stumble into Asul's purge of the city.

For Lynch, the elves' behavior is exactly what they want. Tzeentch may not necessarily disturb the city, but the elves' neurotic vigilance will keep the place quiet for decades.

A vague prayer sounded in Lynch's ears, and the content of the words was not vague, but unusually clear.

Lynch used the sound of prayer to directly anchor the location of the opponent - the Daha Temple in Erengrad.

The temple watcher seeks enlightenment, a devout man whom Lynch doesn't mind taking a moment to respond to.

I just hope that Ms. Verena's high priest in Erengrad will not be too surprised. Her "Anti-Crime Volunteer Federation" will get many new people in the next period of time.

Lin Qi looked around the city leisurely. There was no need for him to do everything by himself. Mortals could handle some setbacks and disturbances by themselves.

Tigris led the soldiers to visit the ice witches who were about to take action, and at the same time accurately identified the "Cheka" hidden in the crowd, that is, the secret police of the new tsar who had not yet established a foothold in Erengrad, Lynch No matter what deal they made.

The lizard man stared closely at the fanatical believer of the Blood God, trying to find some secrets from his dirty soul, but the wind of magic was not rampant enough for Lynch to see too much.

The leader of the Order of Khorne was caught out of the water by the Demonic Swordsman as Lynch expected. Before he could roar and launch a life-threatening counterattack, a shining silver arrow shot through his throat. .

His inhuman will prevented him from dying immediately. He breathed hoarsely, but couldn't breathe anything.

He stood up like a ghost and glared fiercely at the elf soldiers who looked around him, but before he could take out his dagger, the magic swordsman chopped off his arm. He wanted to bite the enemy with his teeth, but seeing that there was no hope of catching him alive, the Elf Sword Master decisively beheaded him, and he couldn't even make a decent counterattack.

To the poor people of Erengrad and the alien humans, he is the emperor who rules the underground. To the beings with real power, he is nothing.

Before Rykov could get up, he saw the blood father with only his head left being paraded through the streets with an elf swordsman holding his hair in a bun.

His thighs that were not yet tense suddenly softened, and he no longer had the strength to get up from his position.

Of course someone came to help Rykov get up, but he preferred not to.

When three elf soldiers broke into the tavern, despair was not enough to describe Rykov's mood.

The elf's purposeful gaze quickly found the target, and Rykov easily guessed the fact that the elf had known about them for a long time and had been staring at them.

The pig-like wailing made Lynch pay more attention, and another ignorant follower of the evil god was taken out of the tavern. What was rare was that this believer of the blood god didn't have any arms or legs. Lynch thought they would all do it. A desperate fight.

The Assur warrior dragged his legs, and the friction between his facial muscles and the ground was the only damage to the Khorne disciple.

Lynch followed the soldiers back to the Elven Zone. The mages were about to start interrogating. Lynch might be able to get some information about other demons. This group of mortals could corroborate the lizard people's conjecture - Tzeentch's attention was just accidental, and he was even Not a single piece was placed, which only meant that this was not the chessboard He chose.

Of course, His chessboard covers everything. It is foolish to speculate on Tzeentch's will. I am afraid that the great deceiver himself does not know what he is thinking.

Lynch no longer cares about Tzeentch's inexplicable glance. He can look at it however he likes. If he pays attention, it will make the lizard man lose his arms and legs. He died in the blood god's sight as early as Lustria.

He was more curious now which demon stood behind these mortals.

"We don't know who Slannis is. We worship him just because it will make our skin smoother. My lord, you may not understand the pain that human girls suffer. Time will make us lose our glory."

"What a bastard, she is lying! My lord! She is an anointed one. She once made a ritual to kill our six champions on the mysterious night!" Rykov asked Ishemara who pulled him over. The prisoner in the cage roared, even if he died here, it would not make things easier for these bitches. Rykov, who came to the treasure land in the beginning, was a symbol of the man they destroyed.

The scholars who were watching the interrogation of the Sword Master Heth exchanged cryptic glances. Their magic worked. Sometimes the living knew how to leak information better than the dead, and they only needed simple guidance.

Lynch did not participate in the records and discussions of the mages. He found familiar traces in the souls of these mortals, which seemed to be the smell of a certain secret keeper.

The followers of Khorne and Slaanesh exposed each other's shortcomings. It didn't take long before some of the half-dead followers of Khorne were angered by the women and roared like beasts to accuse them:

"The Purple Rose Order of the Empire is their backer! They have a god in the world, and they call Him the "Holy Son"."

This is really good news.

(End of this chapter)