The Kingdom of Nagaris, in a secret place near the Anuli Mountains.
Two armies had set up camp here. They were the Shadowcrown Legion of Nagaris and the Grey Coat Legion of Aralos. They set up camp in the thick fog and protected a small tent in it.
Late at night, the sky above Osuon was very strange. There was bright moonlight and starlight all over the sky, and colorful auroras were spreading everywhere. The clouds in the sky revealed the appearance of the Evil God from time to time, letting out strange laughter.
Outside the small tent, Aralos walked back and forth not far away. The Wood Elf hero's mind was full of the idea of "attacking" Lilith at night. He thought that since Laing was not around at this time, wouldn't it be a good opportunity for him?
And according to the hints he had seen and heard, as well as his previous discoveries, Aralos had a hunch that if he could become the new Asuyan, it would be very easy for him to marry Lilith. The Moon Goddess would not refuse to become the Goddess of Gods.
So after setting up camp today, the Wood Elf hero was itching to do it. He had been walking back and forth outside the small tent for nearly an hour.
But even if Aralos had been thinking about it, the Wood Elf hero was a person with a bottom line and integrity. He walked back and forth, but he could not make up his mind. He did not even dare to go over and say hello. He still remembered that after the banquet in Palaon, he could not help but look for the Goddess who had been taken away by Laing and Queen Suria. When he found her, he could only say a few words to her through the door. After that incident, the Goddess's attitude towards him became even more distant. Aralos thought that it must be because he was rude to the beauty, which caused Lilith to dislike him.
"What are you doing here?" Shadow King Aris noticed Aralos's actions.
"Ah?" Aralos looked at Aris's long moon-white hair, pale purple handsome face, and scrutinizing eyes staring at him. Aralos's imposing manner was weakened. He opened his mouth and quickly said, "I just want to ask Lilith. The high elves and dark elves have fought so many times. Are we just going to watch?"
"Then who are you going to help? Is it the Malecis who once destroyed the Elven Empire and brought Azur countless pain, the bastard who tainted the bloodline of Alario, or the one who chose to embrace the Blood of Cain and mix with that old hag, the Regent of Ossouin whose head is filled with thoughts of pulling out the Sword of Cain and bringing destruction and curses to his enemies and friends? "Aris said coldly.
Aralos was stunned. Yes, who should he help?
There was no doubt that Tyrion was the current supreme ruler of Ossouin and the leader of the High Elves. However, he had already embraced the power of Cain and awakened the blood of Cain. He planned to go to the Barren Islands and pull out the Sword of Cain.
There was no doubt that Malecis was the eternal enemy of Ossouin and the creator of all tragedies. He was also the Shaman King of the dark elves. But no matter whether he was the true Phoenix King or not, the dark elves were taking action to stop Tyrion. They had become the protectors of the world.
Such a complicated situation was so weird and twisted that even Aris, the Lord of Shadows, did not know what to do.
Aris looked at Aralos with some contempt, thinking that Aralos really did not know that Lilith had married him.
Forget it, there was no need to tell him. This person was still useful. Aris signaled to Aralos that they should compete in archery. Aralos was indeed enthusiastic. If he could beat the 6,000-year-old Lord of Shadows, then Lilith would look at him in a different light, right?
The two heroes outside the tent began to compete. Inside the tent, Lilith, the Goddess of the Moon, and Olica, the Pale Queen, were sitting on the camp bed. They had just finished an overseas call with their husband, Laing.
"So, you still want Tyrion to pull out the Sword of Cain?" Olica leaned on the pillow. Although she had only left Laing for a few months, she already missed her master very much. After following Laing for so long, the dark elf had accompanied him for the longest time, and she was also the woman who was doted on the most. The Pale Queen said with some boredom, "Isn't that the same? Is it interesting? "
Lilith and Olica leaned against the pillow side by side. The Goddess of the Moon's face was slightly embarrassed. "I am the Goddess of the Moon, not the Master of Fate. Assuyan is. I can only change the red line of fate, but I cannot change where the line ends. It is fate that Tyrion pulls out the Sword of Cain, and if he does not pull out the Sword of Cain, then Cain will not be fully recovered, and Tyrion will not be able to fully obtain Cain's power."
"So, in the same way, if Malecis does not step into the Holy Fire of Assuyan, he is destined not to become the incarnation of Assuyan?" Olica said thoughtfully. "Assuyan's power of creation will not fall into the mortal world?"
"Yes, so we should not interfere in this part. If necessary, we should even give them a push." Lilith sneered. The Goddess of the Moon turned to look at Olica. "Listen to me. Only by letting Assuyan and Cain completely descend and then let them die can we truly steal their power of origin."
"We?" Olica repeated. There was a faint smile on the dark elf's seductive face.
"Yes, we. When the time comes, Assuyan's power of creation and the Fire of Heaven will be mine. I will begin to prepare for pregnancy and prepare to give birth to a new Assuyan with Laing." The Goddess of the Lake's face was slightly red. She reached out and pressed her lower abdomen. Through the thin silk threads, the silver spiritual tattoo on the goddess' lower abdomen had completely spread out its wings. Hundreds of fine silk threads wrapped around the sword in the middle, and then a mysterious "I" seal appeared. Laing's hot and vast psionic energy was flowing in the goddess' lower abdomen.
This was the greatest capital of the goddess to survive the final moment.
"So, all of Cain's power will be mine?" Olica also reached out and pressed her lower abdomen. The spiritual tattoo on the dark elf's lower abdomen was slightly different from Lilith's. She did not have the "I" seal. Instead, it was in the shape of the "Eye of Horus". However, the sword in the book, which symbolized Laing's power of the Gray Knight, was exactly the same. It was wrapped by a pale rose. "Aren't you afraid that Tyrion will successfully pull out the sword and kill you?"
"Ha." Lilith could not stop laughing. "Don't you know the relationship between Cain and me?"
"Know what?" Olica was puzzled. After all, she was a new god and had not received the complete inheritance of the Pale Queen, so she was not clear about some things.
"Cain has always had a crush on me." Lilith opened a small folding fan. The goddess proudly puffed out her chest and then bounced her plump breasts. "In history, I have done a lot of things against him, and I rarely stand on his side. But he has always thought that it was Kunos and Yisha who had led me astray. He also ordered his followers not to harm me and my interests for any reason or by any means. If Tyrion is really possessed by Cain and pulls out the Sword of Cain, then he will never hurt me."
Olica was speechless.
You seem to have a lot of bootlickers. The Dark Elf Goddess was a little jealous. Lilith was the most popular Moon Goddess in the Elf God System. Not only did she have a bunch of bootlickers in the mortal world, she even had quite a few bootlickers in the Elf God System. She searched everywhere for a spare tire until she finally chose Ryan. Although the process was a little complicated, she still succeeded in marrying him.
"Then, let's reach a lady's agreement. Asuyan's power will belong to me, and Cain's power will belong to you. At that time, I will be the High God of the Heaven God System, the Moon God King Lilith, and you will be the Underground God System's God King Olica, the Pale Queen." Lilith said with a smile.
"Really? Can you promise me that? "Olica pretended to be confused.
"Yes, I promise you that I will keep my promise." Lilith laughed in her heart. Cain's power was completely incompatible with hers, so it did not matter who he gave it to. Olica was her ally, and they shared the same man. She had Laing's high-level spiritual tattoo on her, so it was not difficult to control her.
At that time, when I am crowned as the High God of the Heaven God System, so what if you become the Underground God King? Won't you still have to obediently kneel in front of me? Lilith was scheming in her heart. Hmph, when the time comes, Laing, Suria, and I will sleep in peace, and you, Olica, will only be qualified to kneel at the foot of the bed with Morgiana and serve us!
Heh, Olica rolled her eyes, and the Dark Elf Goddess laughed in her heart.
Us?
There has never been an us!
When I obtain both Asuyan and Cain's power and become the High God of the Hell God System, you, Lilith, will only be qualified to serve me, Olica!
"Then, it's a promise!"
"Alright."
The two Goddesses came to an agreement for the time being.
… I am the dividing line between bedfellows and dreams …
Tyrion finally got his wish to meet his younger brother, Tegris, the supreme mage of the High Elves' White Tower Mage Council, in the Hydra Circle of the Nagaris Kingdom.
Near the forest near the Anuli Mountains, Tyrion and Tegris, the two brothers, the guardians of Ossouin, finally met.
The Hydra Circle was once the temple of the gods. Now, only a large number of ruins and statues of the gods were left. Tegris came slowly with Lilith's staff in his hand. His expression was complicated. Behind him, Asuyan, who was wearing a Yin-Yang mask, was watching everything coldly.
Tyrion reached out and hugged Resel (Morasi's character) who was constantly rubbing his body and licking his face with her tongue. The regent's face was both angry and pleading. He looked at Tyrion dismounting from his horse, took a deep breath, and then said very stiffly, "Greetings, brother."
"Greetings, brother," Tegris also said.
The two brothers were speechless. Kersil, the captain of the White Lion Guards who followed Tyrion, tried to greet Tegris. Tegris smiled bitterly, as if he did not know what expression to use to face Kersil.
Usually, the two brothers always had endless things to talk about. Tyrion was hot-blooded and passionate and liked to joke, while Tegris was calm and rational and liked to reason. They were the pillars of the High Elves and the guardians of Ossouin.
But now, the two brothers looked at each other and did not speak.
It was as if … they were afraid of hurting each other.
Tigris stood there, neither sad nor happy, neither leaving nor abandoning. The tall mage leaned on Lilith's staff. He was a little apathetic, but also a little guilty, which made him appear extremely tired. He recalled his betrayal, Lilith's teachings, Malekith's seemingly respectful but unquestionable orders, and the way the dark elves looked at him as if he was an alien.
Tyrion recalled the events of the past few days. The Prince Regent didn't do anything for the past few days. All he did was make love to the Witch Queen Morasi, the second wife of his ancestor, Alarion. He recalled the series of tragedies that happened after the Final Moment. Alisala left him, Alariel left him, Auntie, Belannar, Azarion left him, Fenuba left him, and Imric left him. Now, even his own brother betrayed him?
How many more betrayals do I have to go through?
Why did you all betray me and leave me?
'Am I, Tyrian, that smelly and disgusting???'
Tyrion could not hold it in any longer. He asked, "Don't you have anything to say to me? Brother? "
Tigris looked very tired. He raised his head and glanced at his brother. The Great Mage did not dare to look directly into Tyrion's eyes. He looked away and did not say a word.
"Fine! If you don't want to say it, I will! " Tyrion's roar shook the surroundings. The leaves in the forest rustled along with the Regent's roar. The Regent pushed Morasi away and his mouth was like a cannonball, spilling out his analysis, reasoning, and conclusion.
He accused Tegris of betrayal, colluding with Malecis to kill Finnuba, and secretly helping the Witch King in the elven civil war.
This was a disgrace. Did Tegris still remember their brotherhood? Did they swear to protect Ossouin and Finnuba?
However, even though Tyrion was so angry, his tone sounded like he was begging Tegris to explain his actions. "I'm done. Tegris, don't … don't you have anything to say to me?"
Kersil noticed that Tyrion's face was full of pleading. The Regent's face was full of hope. He was waiting for Tegris' reply. Kersil knew that as long as Tegris was willing to return, as long as Tegris gave a reason, no matter how ridiculous it was, or even if Tegris apologized, Tyrion would immediately hug his brother and announce their reconciliation.
However, Tegris did not. The great mage only lowered his head and said, "It's true."
"What?" Tyrion was stunned.
"Everything you've said is true, big brother." Tegris said tiredly, "Yes, it's all my fault. I apologize, but I won't change my ways. The Witch King … is the true Phoenix King!"
A bolt of lightning struck Tyrion's head. The Regent could not believe that his brother would say such a thing.
You admit it yourself?
Traitor!
Morasi was standing not far away. She was so happy that she was like an innocent child who got her favorite toy. She could not help but clap her hands and laugh. She saw that Tyrion had completely lost control. The Regent raised his hand and slapped Tegris on the cheek. The great mage of the White Tower fell to the ground. Tegris spat out blood on the spot. Half of his face was swollen.
Tegris did not fight back. He only covered his face and coughed, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood. "If this can make you feel better, brother, then let's do it."
"Make me feel better?" Tyrion was beyond angry. The Regent's voice was like the reincarnation of Cain. He pulled out the Flaming Sun Sword and pointed it at Tegris. "If you want me to feel better, you have to ask those who died in the war. Those heroes who died bravely in the civil war! How many people have you killed? Tell me, Tegris, was it your idea to kill Alissanda? Your betrayal? "
"Yes." Tegris nodded silently. He looked even more stooped and lowered his voice. "I'm sorry about Alissanda, brother, but it was necessary."
The great mage glanced at Liesl who was not far away. He recognized that she was Morasi. Tegris' face turned cold. God knows what this troublemaker wants to do. However, before he could speak, the Flaming Sun Sword had already fallen with Tyrion's irrational voice.
"Don't ~ call ~ me ~ brother!!!" Tyrion's beast-like roar was accompanied by the flames of the Flaming Sun Sword.
Tegris sighed in his heart. His brother was full of flaws. He only needed one spell to end Tyrion's life.
However, he couldn't do it. Tyrion was his brother after all.
However, he couldn't disobey Lilith's prophecy because it was true. Only when Malecis ascended the throne as the Phoenix King could they obtain the Power of Asuryan. Only then could they have the opportunity to unify the three essences and survive the final moment.
Tegris recited an incantation. Three light swords descended from the sky and forced Tyrion, this crazy beast, to retreat. Tegris instantly teleported away.
Leaving his brother to rage helplessly in the ruins.
"If you don't want to experience such failure again, if you want to truly complete your revenge, then go and pull out that sword." Witch Queen Morasi suggested very 'kindly' and 'sincerely'. "Only it can help you complete your revenge, my little husband."
"You don't have to say that!" Tyrion pushed Morasi away.
He had made up his mind.
A few weeks later, in the Desolate Islands, amidst thousands of soldiers, Kane's Sword Altar.
Tyrion was bathed in blood. His hair was burned into a mess by Malecis' black magic. His body was also slashed by the Witch King's black sword. While the Regent of Ossouin was in a sorry state, his face revealed a victorious smile.
This was because even the Witch King Malecis was not Tyrion's opponent. Tyrion, who had become Kane's incarnation, looked at Malecis who was kneeling in a pool of blood. He lifted his boot and stepped on Malecis' chin. "You have lost, usurper."
Malecis spat out blood in pain. His weapon was shattered. Many parts of his armor were cut open by the Flaming Sun Sword. His flesh that had not seen sunlight for thousands of years was burned by the flames. He looked at Tyrion angrily. He wanted to cast a spell but realized that he couldn't make a sound.
Beside him, Kane's Sword was stuck in the Sword Altar.
Ah, what a perfect and powerful sword. Tyrion couldn't help but reach out his hand and hold Kane's Sword.
"No! Brother! No! "Tegris' voice came from afar.
Tyrion sneered. This person is not my brother. He is a traitor.
He gripped the sword hilt and pulled it out gently.
The sky changed color. Whirlpools collided with the waves. Storms struck the sky. All the High Elite and Dark Elite soldiers on the battlefield stopped and fled out of fear.
Hundreds of blood flowed down from Kane's Sword Altar. Bloodhand God's victorious roar suppressed everything.
After 7000 years, Kane's Sword found its new owner.
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