Endless blood and rage filled the battlefield, and Zakan looked at the changes on Tyrion's body in horror.
Tyrion's body was like a ball of fire, and a bloody light shrouded the Prince Regent. He held the Yang Yan Sword and the Kane Dimensional Sword, and the blood of the Dark Elf Legendary Hero Tularis kept dripping from his hands. When Tyrion turned into a bloody shadow and rushed towards Zakan, two rays of black light shot out from Tyrion's body. That was the source of darkness and madness. Even the Chaos Demon subconsciously showed an expression of fear.
"Yang Yan Sword, give me power!" Tyrion's handsome face was full of twisted joy. He could feel that something in his body had broken free from its shackles. The Prince Regent of Ossouin rushed towards Zakan, and his mount, Maal Handier, felt its master's determination. As a pure-blooded elven warhorse, Maal Handier was a super mount that could reach a speed of 100-120 kilometers per hour. It could also carry hundreds of kilograms of weight and run and jump like it was nothing. Under the acceleration of the pure-blooded elven warhorse, Tyrion showed his agility and ferocity. The Yang Yan Sword in his hand was like a shining red sun, leaving dozens of wounds on Zakan's body. The Great Demon's claws were useless against Tyrion, and Zakan couldn't even find a way to fight back.
The Great Demon continuously retreated in humiliation until it could no longer retreat. This was because several hundred Phoenix guards had already blocked its path of retreat, so the Great Demon could only grit its teeth and face Tyraon head-on. It charged forward as six hooks burst out from its body. Under the call of the Dark Abyss, the power of Chaos flowed through the air and rushed towards Tyraon.
If it was before, this attack would have been enough to seriously injure the Guardians of Ossouin, but Tyrion was no longer the same. His monstrous anger and courage directly shattered the Great Demon's magic. Tyrion's movements were almost unbelievably fast. In the 0.6 seconds that the two sides clashed, the Prince Regent made three moves.
First, he dodged Zakan's claws.
Then, he sent the Yang Yan Sword and the Kane Dimensional Sword into the Great Demon's chest.
Finally, he withdrew his sword and let the Great Demon fall to the ground.
Zakan's body fell to the ground, and the Kane Dimensional Sword exploded into pieces. The whole battlefield was blood red, and the Great Demon's blood almost drowned all the high elves and dark elves nearby.
So, killing was such a joyful thing! As the Regent thought this, he felt all the blood in his body surge. He pointed the Yang Yan Sword at the sky: "In the name of the Destroyer, all of my anger belongs to Kane. Swear allegiance to me. Kane's enemy is my enemy. My enemy is your enemy. Kill them all! Kill! Kill!!! "
The thirst for slaughter, the anger for blood, covered the entire elite army formation!
Mastery of Slaughter, activate!
In the past, the high elves were proud of their martial attainments and neat formations, but now they were just a group of beasts thirsting for blood and slaughter. These people were even more bloodthirsty and crazy than the dark elves. The soldiers threw down their long-range weapons and rushed to the front with sharp blades in their hands. Tyrion rode at the front, and on his forehead was a wild crimson halo. What drove the Asurs was not the desire for victory, nor was it revenge for their fallen comrades, but the primitive desire to kill.
Even the captain of the White Lion Guards, Keshir, had fallen into madness. This forthright man held two axes and slaughtered to his heart's content. Many people could not reconcile the original Keshir with the current butcher, but it was completely unnecessary, because today, every high elf had submitted to Kane.
Only the captain of the Phoenix Guards, Karjoin, and the other Phoenix Guards were not affected. They had already given their souls to Asurian. The Lord of the Phoenix was the God of Reason, Calmness, and even Ruthlessness. His Chosen Ones were naturally unaffected.
Karjoin was in pain. The captain of the Phoenix Guards realized that Tyrion and his army were leaving Asurian's teachings and becoming a group of bloodthirsty lunatics. However, Karjoin was powerless to stop all of this, and the captain of the Phoenix Guards also realized that without this courage and the sudden power of Kane, the high elves would lose this battle.
The high elves did not completely forbid the belief in Kane. The soldiers would pray to Kane before the battle began, and Kane's courage was considered a necessity.
Since Karjoin had given up, there was no one else who could stop Tyrion.
Today, the dark elves suffered a crushing defeat, and Marus-Blackblade and Tularis died in battle. However, the high elves could not be said to have won a great victory. They could only say that they had achieved their strategic goal.
With the arrival of the Crimson Dusk, the battle for the Seal of the Reaper had ended. Tyrion finally woke up from Kane's descent. He did not know what had happened to him, nor did he know what had happened on the battlefield. He only felt a blur of blood mist and halos, and the joy and sweetness that came from killing.
This comfortable feeling dissipated the huge pressure and dark clouds that had been shrouding Tyrion all this time. The Prince Regent could hardly resist the temptation to do it again. He directly ordered the high elves to abandon their supplies and travel light to the Sword Altar of Kane in the Barren Islands to fight the Dark Elves.
Everyone was frightened by Tyrion's order. All the commanders under his command hurriedly advised the Prince Regent not to be impulsive. The Azur army had suffered a huge loss in this battle. If they traveled light to fight the Malecis, wouldn't it be suicide?
Tyrion was soon shocked by his decision. The Prince Regent was an excellent and outstanding military commander. How could he not realize that this decision was a sure-lose?
Damn it, what's wrong with me? Tyrion was annoyed at himself for going crazy. The Regent simply locked himself in the tent to rest. He wanted to calm himself down and regain his rationality, but he couldn't calm down no matter how hard he tried. Tyrion spent the whole night in insomnia.
His insomnia wasn't due to exhaustion or anger. Instead, it was due to some kind of lust. Tyrion felt that there was a fire in his lower abdomen after the massacre, and a certain part of his body was as uncomfortable as an iron rod no matter how hard he tried. Alariel, Aatila, and Ysistrona, his lovers, were not by his side. He rolled around on the bed, unable to fall asleep.
He was very stubborn and wanted to get social security.
That night, it was raining heavily in Azur's big tent. The rain pattered until dawn, and the sky was still gray. Tyrion could not sleep for the whole night. Just as he was about to get up, a fragrant wind drifted in from the gap of the tent.
The Witch Empress Morasi was very excited. With the arrival of dawn, she could no longer suppress her longing and lust. She had come to find her little husband! The Witch Empress gently put on a disguise for herself and turned herself into an Avalon maid. Morasi was unimpeded in the camp. She followed Kane's aura and the uncontrollable smell of Alarion's blood on Tyrion's body and entered the camp of the High Elves.
My little husband, I'm here!
In the eyes of the White Lion Guards, an Avalon maid that they were very familiar with but could not recall her appearance and name walked into the Regent's big tent openly. They did not even have the slightest thought of stopping her.
The moment Morasi stepped into the tent with a red face, her mouth was immediately covered. The Yang Yan Sword was placed across her dazzling white neck. Tyrion's angry and impulsive voice sounded. "Your disguise cannot fool my eyes. Intruder, tell me everything now. Who sent you? What is your purpose? "
"Wuwuwu …" Morasi's eyes were immediately filled with tears. The Witch Empress's plump and beautiful body leaned against Tyrion's body, gently twisting and rubbing against him. She breathed in Tyrion's masculine scent to her heart's content. Then, with a harmless look, she first raised her hands to surrender and then expressed that she was not allowed to speak.
Tyrion's breathing became heavier, and the Regent's eyes began to turn red. He had already recognized the other party and should make a move now. However, he did not know why, but he unconsciously loosened one of his index fingers and signaled Morasi to speak.
Morasi's face was so red that she could no longer stand. The Witch Empress was a little out of breath from Tyrion's grip. The Yang Yan Sword gently cut her skin, and a trace of blood flowed down.
However, this made Morasi even more excited. Back when she and Alariel got married, the couple loved to play this little game of suffocation and bleeding.
It's him! It's really him. He's back! Morasi was so excited that her entire body was trembling. She was like a lump of mud on Tyrion's body. The Witch Empress said delicately, "No, you won't kill me. I know that you need me. Otherwise, you would have killed me long ago. My dear, let me go, alright?"
"Morasi …" As the Avalon maidservant's disguise and Zhuo Sala's disguise faded for the second time, Morasi's appearance appeared in front of Tyrion. Some kind of calling from the depths of his bloodline made Tyrion almost unable to control his impulse. His breathing became heavier, and his plump and seductive body constantly rubbed against the Regent. In the past, Tyrion would only throw her out, but now, he actually didn't feel disgusted at all.
Grabbing the Witch Empress' body, Tyrion turned Morasi to face him. Morasi's eyes were instantly filled with tears. It was this face that was handsome, hot-blooded, cold, bloodthirsty, ruthless, and indulgent. Alariel, her lover, who had both praise and blame, but was a hero that saved the world. "Darling … My darling …"
Meanwhile, Tyrion was silent. The Regent's rationality seemed to be gradually disappearing.
Morasi smiled. She knew Kane and Alariel too well. Every time they returned from the battlefield, Alariel would enter into a period of lust after his frenzied and bloodthirsty desire for slaughter was satisfied. The husband and wife would often stay together for days and nights. They would only sleep when both of them were exhausted. Only in this way could Alariel, who had entered into a frenzy, obtain a moment of peaceful sleep and temporary satisfaction.
Now, Tyrion's body was the same.
Finally, Tyrion couldn't control himself. The Regent of Ossouin kissed his ancestor who was more than ten generations older than him, the first Phoenix King and the second Queen's plump and plump purple lips. After a crazy and bloody kiss, he carried Morasi and walked behind the screen in the tent.
The tent shook from morning until dusk. Then, Tyrion walked out of the tent. A new high elf maid, who looked too enchanting and seductive, appeared with Tyrion. She held Tyrion's arm and hung half of her body on Tyrion's body. She called herself Reisel.
The captain of the White Lion Legion, Kersil, felt that something was wrong, but Tyrion didn't give him time to ask questions.
The Regent ordered all the troops to assemble. He issued two orders. The first was that he, with the absolute authority of the Regent, asked the Great Mages of the White Tower to immediately contact Tegris and bring him here. He had to see his brother.
Secondly, Tyrion announced that he was the incarnation of Cain, and he would take on the responsibility of protecting Azur through the Final Moment and saving the world. The only effective way was to have a large-scale ancient replication event. He had to pull out the Sword of Cain before Malekith, and just like his ancestor Alario, he had to eliminate all the enemies.
The high elves accepted Tyrion's suggestion. Some of them knew that it would be a disaster, but there was no other way. The remaining high elves gathered together and moved towards the Sword of Kane.
On the other hand, Shaman King Malecis also heard that Tyrion was moving towards the Barren Islands. Malecis realized that he couldn't wait any longer.
"We must stop Tyrion from pulling out the Sword of Kane." Malecis quickly ordered.
He had the responsibility and obligation to protect Ossouin because he was the true Phoenix King! Whether it was Azur, Duruqi, or even Aisley, they were all the people of the true Phoenix King, Malecis.
I can kill the Phoenix King, but you, Tyrion, cannot!
Just like that, the high elves and dark elves moved towards the Barren Islands at the same time.
The largest elven civil war in a thousand years was about to begin.
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