Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 189 Farewell to "Son"

If Lianli was not a fool, and if Lilith hadn't deliberately concealed anything, most of them could tell that this so-called lord was doing something bad. Rather, something related to the wind of death must be something bad.

Roel was also sitting on a chair in the church, looking at the crooked doll, which was no different from a dead thing. Yes, he was too arrogant. He felt that he could use the so-called system and the wisdom of the traverser to bring the entire medieval order race Solve the things that have not been solved for thousands of years.

That is to use magic power without being affected, but the reality is that even elves and dwarves have excellent resistance to chaos, they are still polluted in their hearts, making them deviate in character.

The elves became lonely and arrogant, and the dwarves became calculating.

The rune master and the elf mage have not solved the matter, does Roel really think he has completed it?

Lianli crawled out of the clutter and patted the dust off her body. She was a little surprised, but she was more concerned, and quickly realized that something was wrong.

"Where did you get this thing from? You're hiding it from me...Are you hiding it from us?"

Roel looked at the crooked freak. "Actually, the only ones who know about this are Alimara and Lord Nok, but they don't know anything about magic, so I dare to let them know."

"People always have a lot of secrets, don't they?"

Lianli shook her head. "In the empire, a secret like Ni could lead to the destruction of a city. Fortunately, the lady is full of wisdom and kindness."

"Now, burn it."

Roel looked at his rebellious child, a little... a little bit unbearable, but considering that it is like a father and son, and it may be similar to the Chaos Demon.

"I think Fanhuo might not work."

Lianli raised her arms, and the natural energy gathered, so they wanted to destroy this evil thing in this holy and honorable church?

Roel probably also wants to leave his magician ability, he is not willing to part with it, but continuing to use the eight winds is also the path of being corrupted by chaos, and now he can get out of this matter is already blessed by the lady.

Seeing that doll, cold sweat broke out, he couldn't allow his "child" to continue to develop, God knows if it will become a path for chaos to invade reality.

When the dilapidated seats were lit as firewood, the green wind of nature filled the air. To be honest, the two magic powers did not conflict, and they could be eliminated only because the flames attached to the wind of nature could touch the subspace.

The doll was thrown into the flames, and one after another, the unique and miserable sound echoed in the hall. If any mortal walked in here, his legs would be weak from fright.

It was the smell of being blown by the eight winds transformed by the material world, and then the doll gave off the smell of burnt flesh, and soon, the dark green core was exposed, and intricate and beautiful patterns were carved on it.

The more Lianli looked at it, the more frightened she became, especially the rules and magic power of the pattern, which she herself could not understand.

Roel only felt that it was a pity, that kind of power made people addicted, but compared to madness, he still had to give up.

Soon the core was broken, and the pure magic of chaos spread out from it, and then it was purified by the sanctity of the church, which is the power of the goddess of the lake in general.

When the last cloud of ashes had left its horrific mark on the beautiful marble of the cathedral, the puppet had left the material world for good.

Why the material world?Because the concept of soul and magic infusion has produced an entity in the Chaos Demon Realm, Roel didn't realize how many people would see and think about the doll on his waist every day.

He is the lord, and his every move and decoration will be considered by unlimited thoughts because of his appearance, such as his guns and bombs, which represent power, force, strength and sanctity among the people in the territory.

So what is the ugly and strange puppet in the eyes of the people?
In a chaotic, ever-changing, cloud-like forest, the purple magic power and the pure chaotic wind are constantly blowing, and a little baby is suddenly born here.

Its whole body is pale, its eyes are buttons, its mouth is stitches, and its limbs are uncoordinated. It cannot move, and can only roll on the ground until it recalls the spells that its "father" often utters.

In fact, it could only hear that incantation, for only the words that powered the magic could connect to its deformed body.

After an inhuman murmur, it gradually floated up, no doubt not much intellect, but amazingly gifted with magic, perhaps that's why it was born here.

When the gray and bright, indescribable sky passed by a huge body, it may be attracted by this newborn chaotic creature, or it may be attracted by magic. The huge body has blue feathers.

Two bird heads, weakly curved body, holding a staff, a huge demon, whose posture would even cause madness if witnessed by mortals, its two heads spoke together.

"You're so cute!" muttered the head on the right.

"A hideous thing!" left added.

"Where did you learn magic?" the head on the left muttered.

"Your father is a jerk!" right added.

The doll, or the baby, or the deformed creature raised its false neck, its lifeless eyes, or its buttons, and looked at the great demon called the Weaver of Life...

It opened its mouth, and then there was no sound, but the big demon kept nodding.

"Time traveler?" Exclaimed on the right.

"No big deal." Lefty yawned.

"Death Mage?" thought the right.

"It's just farmers..." added on the left.

"I see, the Lord of Change will like you very much, let's go." The two went together.

The bird-shaped demon wields a staff. In the realm of chaos that cannot be determined in space and time, chaos and fear gather in the dark abyss. The light flashes by. Here you can see the rune magic of the elves and the eight wind skills of the dwarves. , the boundless wisdom of mankind.

Hee hee, this is the palace of the Lord of Changes, and it is also a true forbidden place for those without wisdom.

"Let's go, let's go, keep going."

"Stop, stop, stop here."

The two bird heads speak different words, but there is no doubt that he is not schizophrenic...

As for Bretonnia, the real world, where the laws of matter and physics still have effects, Roel looked at the book of Nagash and sighed inwardly.

If his child hadn't left, he could still use the boundless magic, and he would be safe enough even when the end came.

He quickly lifted his spirits, opened the door, asked the servants to clean up the mess, and then placed the strategic map of the nearby sea area on the table.

Next, he will concentrate on dealing with the damn Marienburgers!

(End of this chapter)