PS: Dark Blue Empire is on a boat. Boohoohoo, my Phoenix! Boohoohoohoo ~
The battle between Asuyan and Kane was the eternal theme of the Elf Gods. The two sides had been fighting since the birth of the universe. The two God Kings were like two sides of a coin. Asuyan was cold, Kane was passionate, Asuyan was abstinent, and Kane was indulgent. Asuyan represented absolute rationality, Kane represented absolute sensibility. Asuyan tended to use political and diplomatic means to solve problems through arbitration. Let's cut him down first!
Following the golden phoenix fire and the red and black hell blood pool, Laing continued to focus on the place where Kane and Asuyan died.
The golden phoenix fire fell on Nagaros. In the majestic, cruel, and ruthless capital of the Dark Elves, Nagarunde, Witch King Malecis was gathering all the Fear Lords for a meeting. However, three Fear Lords didn't come, including Olica. The Witch King didn't care about the absence of Olica and the others, but when he planned to gather the Dark Elven army and completely eliminate the Army of Chaos in the territory, a strange voice sounded in the Witch King's ears.
Go to Ossouin.
Go to Ossouin and take back everything that should be yours.
This is your chance, your last chance.
Malekith could feel that this power was very familiar, and it made him feel close to it. The Shaman King fell into confusion. He took the voice in his ear as the oracle of the Blood Hand God Cain. The Shaman King began to consider whether it was necessary to defend Nagaros to the death. This place was barren and desolate, and it was not Duruqi's home.
Why were the Dark Elves called Duruqi? Duruqi's meaning was actually "truekid", which meant a real child.
The Dark Elves still believed that they were the legitimate successors of the Phoenix King Dynasty.
Malecis could feel his father's power reverberating in it.
It was indeed the Blood Hand God Kane!
So, should he give up on Nagaros?
In Ossuan Atoll, where Malekith had been thinking about for a long time, the new Regent of Ossuan, Tyrion, was trying to save Assur's homeland with everything he had. The army of the high elves had begun to recover the lost land after a few months of gathering. Under the leadership of Regent Tyrion, the army of the ten kingdoms of the high elves had gathered under his command. Although Imrek, Prince of Kaldor, had announced that the Kaldor Kingdom would withdraw from Ossuan, there were still a number of dragon princes who proudly declared that it was the duty of the dragon-blooded descendants of Kaldor to protect their homeland.
Of course, Tyrion allowed them to continue to serve him with enthusiasm and tolerance. Regent Tyrion first gathered all the troops to clean up all the demons that invaded the Kingdom of Etayne. All the demons of Chaos in Lothar and the surrounding areas were wiped out, and he also won the hearts of the High Elves. After one war after another, the members of the War Council had privately discussed that if Tyrion could drive all the demons of Chaos out of Ossouin and maintain peace for another year, he would be the new Phoenix King.
They had already thought of the title, and everyone's favorite was "Brave King."
Although the war was won, Tyrion became more and more gloomy and solitary. He tried to send messengers to Avalon to find his lover, the Eternal Queen Alariel, but the maids of Avalon told Tyrion that the Eternal Queen had left Avalon for the most sacred mission.
As for what the most sacred mission was, Alariel did not even tell Tyrion, her closest lover, let alone her maids.
This made Tyrion spend every year in pain and suffering. The War Lord and Regent Tyrion had a feeling that everyone was hiding from him, deceiving him, and using him. Everyone did not want him to know anything, but they needed his command and bravery to deal with the demons of Chaos. Without Tyrion's command and political skills, the High Elves of Ossouin would not be able to defeat the army of Chaos.
Tyrion's gloominess made everyone pin their hopes on the other guardian of Ossouin — Tegris. However, Tegris rarely participated in the war against the demons of Chaos. Recently, the tall mage of the White Tower was always locked in his room to study something.
Tyrion was the only one left. He was the only one left.
The Regent Tyrion's army was fiercer than the army of the Ancient Elven Empire. Only the strongest and bravest Elves could keep up with Tyrion's pace. He fought every day. Every day, the flame on his Flaming Sword burned fiercely. Every day, Tyrion's anger was stronger than the day before. Every day, there was a new battle with the demon army. Tyrion was always at the forefront of the battle. The Flaming Sword burned brightly with flames, splitting the roaring heads of the demons and chopping off their twisted limbs.
Only in this way could Tyrion temporarily forget about Alariel and Alissanda. The former abandoned him, a dwarf, and left alone without leaving any news. The latter was still in the hands of the undead. Tyrion did not know how Azarion and Alissanda were doing. In the dead of night, Tyrion was always troubled by all this. He could only vent his emotions through passionate love, indulging in drinking, and fighting to calm his nerves.
This fierce battle allowed the High Elves to recover their lost territory at an extremely fast speed. However, it also caused the Elves to pay a huge price. In the few months of war, two thousand of the ten thousand Phoenix Guards had died in Assuyan's heaven forever. The High Elves paid the price of tens of thousands of casualties. However, Tyrion did not intend to rest, not even for a moment. Before Assuyan drove all the demons of Chaos out of Ossouin, Tyrion did not intend to rest.
On the other hand, the High Elves' morale was high because everyone saw the Light of War and the Power of Hatred above Tyrion's head. They believed that it was Assuyan's blessing, and Tyrion was the one who received Assuyan's blessing. Hatred and madness had shrouded the High Elves, and the whispers of some gods echoed in Tyrion's ears.
Go, go and pull out that sword.
Go, go and kill everyone.
Only it can allow you to solve all the threats.
Laing's gaze turned to the High Elves and the Dark Elves, and the Gray Knight was silent for a few seconds.
So, are you guys playing the X game?
In the quiet training room, divinity began to appear on Laing's forehead.
"You have really done a miracle, my champion." Just as Laing was about to break through the demigod realm, the voice of the Goddess of the Lake appeared behind Laing. The Goddess smiled and stretched out her white jade-like arms, hugged Laing's shoulders, and whispered in Laing's ear, "Have you thought about it? What demigod do you want to be?"
"My lady, your Elven Gods are not busy resisting the invasion of Chaos and are busy fighting among themselves. You should hurry up and stop Tyrion's madness, or at least make the High Elves and Dark Elves stop fighting. Why are you looking for me here?" Laing said helplessly. He gently hugged the Goddess behind him and let her sit on his lap. He gently smelled the fragrance of the iris flowers in the Goddess' hair and said in a mocking tone, "I saw with my own eyes Assuyan and Cain fighting among themselves. Both of them were seriously injured and fell into the mortal world."
"Is what you saw always true?" The Goddess of the Lake smiled and said, "Let me give you an example. Is the me you saw the real me? Who am I? Am I the Goddess of the Moon? Or the Goddess of the Lake? Or the Goddess of Mist? "
Laing glanced at the Goddess in his arms. The Goddess of the Lake was wearing a classic Elven plaid dress with blue diamonds. Her beautiful face was full of love and a smile. A pair of beautiful feet wrapped in transparent white lace stockings gently rubbed against Laing's trousers. Her seven-centimeter high heels fell to the ground, and ten small silkworm-like toes curled up in the tips of the stockings. They were pink, cute, and seductive.
"You are my wife." Laing did not hesitate.
"That's it." The Goddess of the Lake nodded gently. "Looking at the essence through the appearance. The duel between Assuyan and Cain you saw, was it really Assuyan and Cain?"
"What else?" Laing frowned. He suddenly understood. "You mean, what I saw was an illusion?!"
"Yes, but also no. You absorbed the Elven Gods' Origin Substance, so you naturally obtained a ticket to the two major Divine Systems. What you saw wasn't fake, as it was something that happened countless years ago. But at least for now, part of what you saw was fake, and part of it was real." The Goddess of the Lake nodded. "My dear, you have to hurry. Assuyan and Cain have both been defeated. Their divinity and divine souls have already descended into the mortal world."
"Is it because of the infighting?"
"No, forget about Cain. Assuyan is not as bad as you think." The Goddess of the Lake smiled bitterly and shook her head. "Assuyan's Heaven Legion has been fighting the Four Gods of Chaos for a long time. He really could not win, so he gave up and descended into the mortal world. What you saw was real. Assuyan and Cain have both descended into the mortal world."
"So there is no difference in essence," Laing complained.
"There is. Assuyan has the Chaos Demons' attention all focused on Ossouin." The Goddess of the Lake looked seriously at Laing and said, "My dear, you have to hurry. You really have to hurry."
With that, the Goddess did not disturb Laing anymore. She gently pressed her hands on Laing's shoulders and kissed him gently on the lips. "Do your best, my champion. I will wait for you to become a demigod, and we will fight the enemy side by side."
"My lady … Thank you." Laing smiled and hugged the Goddess' waist to prevent her from running. "But this way, I can also become a demigod."
"You!" The Goddess of the Lake stretched out her finger and poked Laing's head hard. "I have to go see how Suria is doing."
After the Goddess left, the power of the four gods gathered and burned.
Laing's body became more and more illusory and unfathomable.
His original body began to fade, and his power was being broken down. Hundreds of illusory lights burst out of Laing's body, and his power became more and more scattered. Pure subspace Origin Substance first left Laing's body and then turned into a "little Laing" about 1.45 meters tall.
If anyone saw this, they would be shocked. Laing had turned into a child?!
Under the purifying psionic power, the six little Laing each represented one side of Laing.
Khorne, Nurgle, Tzeentch, and Perseus were all Laing.
Similarly, the other two children, symbolizing "duty" and "protection", were also Laing.
This was the essence of the original body.
This was the key to becoming a demigod. Laing had to embrace the essence of his subspace before he could leave the realm of mortals.
The six little Laing closed their eyes at the same time, and the six powers began to fuse into one.
At this moment, something strange happened. The seventh "Laing" appeared in the air! His face was cold as he dove forward and entered the circle.
Then, the seven little Laing merged into one.
A new demigod was about to be born!
… I am the dividing line of the new storm that has appeared …
Sylvania, Dunkenhoff Castle, the headquarters of the Von Castein family.
"Dong!" In a cold, damp, and dark prison, a big bald head was slammed into the wall. His body was covered in blood, his face was bruised, and his whole body was in indescribable pain.
"You caught him?" Lich King Akerhan appeared from the shadows. He glanced at the archbishop who was slammed into the wall and nodded slightly. "Your efficiency is not bad … How did you end up like this?"
Man Frey Von Castein was cursing in a low voice. Compared to the proud Lord of Sylvania and the last vampire count, he was like a failure. The black cursed armor on his body was tattered, and his face was full of burn and stab marks.
"That damned Galt. He used all the remaining power of faith in Sylvania to create that Great Wall of Faith. Heh, luckily I escaped in time. Otherwise, if I was shone on by that golden light … Conrad's mistake is a good example." Man Frey Von Castein was in a bad state, but he still maintained a mocking attitude. "But I still did it. Lord of Darkness, my Lich King, shouldn't you kneel down and thank me for giving your master a chance to be resurrected?"
"If this is my master's order, then I will obey," Akerhan said calmly.
"Tch …" Man Frey Von Castein looked down on the Lich King from the bottom of his heart. In his eyes, Akerhan's history was one of failure and servitude.
"… You may begin." Akerhan also looked down on Man Frey Von Castein from the bottom of his heart. The reason was simple: Man Frey Von Castein knew nothing about true power.
Man Frey Von Castein's power was not even half of Vlad's, let alone Nagash.
When Nagash was resurrected, Man Frey Von Castein would know that his fate could only be controlled by the Lord of the Undead. Everything he said was laughable was just a lie.
Man Frey Von Castein knew what Akerhan was thinking, just like how Akerhan knew what he was thinking. The last vampire count already had a plan. He knew the ritual Akerhan planned to use, and he also knew how to subvert the ritual and achieve another goal. Yes, he thought, this opportunity is worth the risk.
"Very good. The nine offerings are here. What do we do next?" Man Frey Von Castein asked casually.
"Next, take out Charlemagne's blood." Akerhan took out the Nine Scrolls of Nagash. The Lich King did not care about Man Frey Von Castein's attitude, "Go ahead. I need some time to prepare. Before that, you can do whatever you want."
While Man Frey Von Castein and Akerhan were conversing, the heavily injured Archbishop Wickmar was infuriated. He was furious that these two fellows actually treated him as if he did not exist?!
Did they really think he was useless?
Wickmar secretly gathered his strength while the two undead leaders were conversing. His golden griffin warhammer and scepter of command were gone, but he was still a saint. Seizing the opportunity when Man Frey Von Castein and Akerhan were distracted, he picked up an iron rod from the railings and smashed it towards Man Frey Von Castein's head!
"For Charlemagne! For the Empire! "
The Archbishop called upon the power of Charlemagne's twin-tailed comet and the soul flame of the God of Justice. He was sure that as long as this attack hit, Man Frey Von Castein would be half-dead even if he didn't die!
However, nothing happened.
There was no response to Wickmar's call. The familiar twin-tailed comet disappeared from Wickmar's body.
"This, this is impossible!"
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