Chapter 185 35.
Caledor, the dragon tamer who never forgets, looked at Aenarion, his eyes shining with the light of magic. Then he took a deep breath and began to raise his arms to prepare to cast spells. In the depths of the valley, you can see the dense army of Chaos Demons. Various twisted creatures gathered together, and the blood-red demons holding bronze swords Ghosts, alien hounds as big as horses with red scales, giant slug-like creatures, bloated demons with intestines and internal organs flowing, countless flies behind them, and many bipedal alien mounts with long arms. Banshees with claws like crabs, monsters with magical flames constantly flashing between their hands and feet, these creatures kept making deafening screams, and even the sky seemed to be pierced by these sounds.
Compared to the host of demons, Aenarion's army numbered only a few hundred, but their weapons and armor, all forged in Vaal's temple, gleamed on the dark slopes.
Caledor's fingertips were flowing with magic power, surrounding the elven army like threads of light. The light around his body gradually turned into a white ring of flames, slowly rising into the sky, in the dark sky. Fighting with the colorful dark clouds, it grew larger and larger at the same time, forming a magical vortex, absorbing the power of chaos in the sky while growing larger.
Finally, the huge white vortex exploded, and Caledor also obtained the magic power it condensed. His seven orifices spurted out white sparks, his skin was like shining metal, and even his hair turned into White, dancing with the strong wind in the valley. He roared, and two light pillars formed by white flames were fired from his hands like cannonballs. They entwined with each other in the air, turning into magic that expanded several times and was extremely powerful.
The Chaos Demons who rushed at the front were all blown up into the air as if they were blown by a hurricane. The bodies of the Chaos Demons turned into pieces, and some turned into streams of various colors. The wailing sounds came from the disappeared bodies. was shouted out, and then only silence remained.
The Chaos Demons were frightened by this terrifying magic and stopped moving forward. Aenarion and his men stared at the enemies in front of them and tightened their weapons. After a moment, the Chaos Demons finally As if he had come to his senses, he started to move forward frantically again.
"People of Ulthuan, follow me!" Aenarion raised his spear and roared loudly.
The elven army began to march like a silver city wall, and the dragons in the sky heard the voices of Aenarion and the princes and swooped down from the sky to land. The largest one among them had blue and With silver skin, it lowered its huge dragon head before the Phoenix King. The blue eyes of that dragon shone with wisdom. It was Indragnir, even older than the elves themselves, the great Dragon King of Ulthuan. , its roar shook the earth, and the hearts of the elves trembled.
"Just as we fought to protect your territory, now is the time for us to fight to protect mine. Take your spear, Lord of the Elves, and see which one is sharper than my claws." Drognir said.
Aenarion looked up to the sky and laughed, leaped onto the dragon's back in a few steps, and sat firmly on his dragon saddle.
"Even if I can wield a spear with both hands at the same time, I dare not compare with you. My old friend, you are so powerful that I can't match it." Aenarion said.
The dragon jumped up, and the generals also mounted their dragons. After the dragons rushed into the sky, they immediately swooped towards thousands of Chaos Demons. This is the land of Ulthuan, the great giant in the valley. The mages continued to attack the demons with magic. The generals on the dragon's back held the magic bows forged in the Vaal Temple. The magic arrows fell on the Chaos Demon army with the brilliance of magic. Every arrow that hit was like an arrow. Magic missiles exploded among groups of Chaos Demons.
But this time the Chaos Demons did not stop. They charged forward while letting out waves of threatening roars.
The battle continued, and Darkus saw another scene. Aenarion kept fighting the Chaos Demons, and the heroes of the elves kept falling. One second it was Lianos Silver Deer, and the next One second was Dorian Starlight. And Caledo stood there quietly, his figure glowing with blazing white light because it was full of energy.
Thunder rumbled, lightning jumped between the mountain peaks, and the huge vortex in front of me was already brighter than the sun. Caledor's body quickly withered and turned black, and he stood there like a mummy, but he was still chanting. The dry body was quickly blown away by the wind, turning into ashes and disappearing in the howling wind. Only his soul and afterimage still stood there, deeply imprinted in Aenarion's mind, like the image left by the sun's rays through closed eyes.
Aenarion leaned on the sword of Khaine, his body so injured that he could barely move. Pain burned every nerve in him, and he gasped for air. Something seemed to be flowing through his body, and his lungs were returning his own blood. His body was overloaded and he defeated four demons capable of destroying the entire world. Almost all of his army was killed except for him, and his good friends also died in the battle.
But now, the spell is not finished yet!
The last-ditch battle is almost over, and there is only one last step left. The final gamble is over, and now it’s time to pay the lost money.
Aenarion threw his head back and laughed at the sky.
The elven heroes tried their best, but now there were no witnesses to their defeat.
Aenarion wanted to plunge into this half-finished maelstrom and sacrifice his body, just like he sacrificed to the Asuryan Holy Fire last time, but he knew that he would not succeed this time. There was nothing left for him to do except return to the battlefield and continue to slaughter Chaos Daemons until he died.
"Yes!" A voice kept whispering in Aenarion's mind, "Kill as much as you want before the world is destroyed! Go! Go! Go!"
A strange silence came, and the whirlpool in Ainarion The figure in front of Ryan was spinning and dancing, like a child about to collapse after losing its strength. He looked at the vortex that was about to collapse with both fascination and fear.
At this time, Caledon's disappearing figure stabilized again, and his soul returned here to continue his chanting. Other figures shimmered and appeared around him one by one, as if they had been summoned by him.
Aenarion recognized them. They were the dead archmages. The souls of the archmages still remained in this world in some way. Even death could not break their connection with this world.
The souls of the archmages joined the ritual, and one by one they entered the vortex and disappeared again.
Aenarion stared at the archmages with blurred eyes. He could see the archmages continuing the ritual, frozen and fixed in the terrible center of the spell. His instinct told him what was happening at this moment. These archmages would weave their souls into the spells they constructed until eternity, until the end of time!
"No!" screamed the voice in Aenarion's head, and he could feel all the madness and hatred in his mind singing to him, almost overwhelming his will.
"Destroy it! Destroy it! Kill them all! Destroy this world!"
This chorus was so tempting that Aenarion couldn't help but want to listen. Why? Why should he die while others can live? If he can't live in this world and rule this world, why should he care whether the world can continue to exist? Aenarion slowly walked towards the center of the vortex.
Caledor's soul stood in front of Aenarion and made a gesture of stopping. The legendary archmage shook his head and pointed to the sword in Aenarion's hand.
The Sword of Khaine howled in Aenarion's hand, urging him to kill Caledor and then rush into the vortex to kill everyone. In this way, everything can be destroyed, the spells constructed by the great mages who are trapped in the maelstrom through countless hardships can be destroyed, and the world can be destroyed. The Sword of Kane keeps tempting him. He can destroy everything and kill every mortal. Then the Sword of Kane will gain huge energy from the destruction of the world, and Kane will become a warrior comparable to the four Chaos. The god of evil! Part of him wanted to do this, end all lives like his own. Since you are going to die, why not take everything with you?
Aenarion stood there, staring into the soul of his former friend.
Caledor sensed Aenarion's inner struggle, but he could do nothing, either to persuade Aenarion to save the world or to destroy it. This choice is either Aenarion's or the sword of Khaine.
In the end Aenarion calmed down. He had always been his own master, his will dominated him, he had always made decisions for himself, always! He never bowed to his people when the people abandoned him, and when the gods dissuaded him from pulling out the Sword of Kane, he never bowed to the gods. In the end, he will not bow to the sword of Kane! The Sword of Kane seemed to be aware of his final decision and was still fighting hard, but it could no longer hide its hysterical despair.
Caledor smiled and waved goodbye to Aenarion before turning and walking into his home for the rest of eternity.
Slowly, Aenarion turned around, turned his back to Caledor and the Maelstrom, and walked out. The sword of Khaine in his hand was still fighting against him, never stopping with every step.
The outside was filled with crazy howls, and lightning struck down from the sky. Within the influence of the maelstrom, the flow of time becomes strange. The Chaos Daemons are slowly disappearing, breaking down into their constituent elements. The followers of Chaos aged rapidly before Aenarion's eyes, and a second seemed like years. When the followers of Chaos fell, the rotten flesh fell from their bodies, and bones were piled everywhere.
Aenarion stood there and watched quietly. Within the influence of the new maelstrom, the remaining elves were also aging. He made a gesture to the survivors and told the elves to flee quickly. The elves obeyed. .
Aenarion knew he was going to die from his wounds and the poison that had seeped into his blood, and he knew he had to leave and put the Sword of Khaine back where it belonged. He couldn't risk letting the Sword of Kane fall into the hands of others. He couldn't be so close to the center of the maelstrom, and he couldn't have the possibility of the Chaos Demon finding the Sword of Kane. At this moment, he finally understood why the gods warned him not to pull it out. Take out the sword of Kane.
"It's a pity that you can't help me now, old friend." Aenarion said, looking at Indragnir's body.
The giant dragon's huge eyes suddenly opened. It tried to roar, but instead of roaring with pride like usual, it made a hissing sound, but it still struggled to stand up with its weak feet. , trembling blood slowly flowed out from the heart.
"Then, let's fly one last time!" Aenarion said.
Indragnir nodded, seeming to agree.
"We must return the Sword of Khaine to its original place and prevent anyone from having the chance to pull it out again!"
Aenarion reluctantly climbed onto the back of the dying dragon and fixed himself in place. He took one last look at the land he fought for. Strange magic surrounded him. He could also see the outlines of some vague souls. Those souls were still working hard to carry out the mysterious magic, the obscure magic. ceremony.
Aenarion patted Indragnir's scales, and the dragon began to fly into the sky, through the swirling clouds, and flew toward the sun.
The wind of magic roared under Indragnir's wings, and Aenarion flew into the distance and disappeared into the sky, becoming an eternal heroic legend!
Drusala gently pushed Darkus' hand, and Darkus suddenly woke up from the echo.
At this time, Darkus' face was filled with tears unknowingly. He was deeply shocked by the epic scenes. He seemed to understand Malekith's tragedy, and he also understood Malekith's tragedy. Why do you respect his father so much? If it were him, he would do the same.
"I've never forgotten it, this is it." Darkus wiped away the tears on his face and muttered. Generally, the souls of elves who died in Ulthuan are bound to things like the maelstrom or the guiding stone, and will not go there. Check in with the Pale Queen. Caledor's soul is bound to the Maelstrom and will remain immortal until the Maelstrom is lifted. Caledo might have noticed him at this time, as he had one more audience in his live broadcast room. Perhaps Caledor allowed him to see the echoes and epics from thousands of years ago through this dragon armor. After all, those dragon armors were all forged by Caledor.
But so what? Darkos was more determined to rule Ulthuan. After all, it was a temperate tropical island environment, a paradise of caves, far beyond the reach of the permafrost of Naggaroth. Nothing can be accomplished by counting on six cities and this small population of Druchi. He can't go to Ulthuan to be a spy and run for the Phoenix King, leading those Asurs, right? The world needs heroes, but it also needs supplies, armaments, and a huge army and population.
Without a complete system, the final results of heroes are often tragic. Although Darkus is not a hero, he doesn't want to die from exhaustion or fall off the city wall. He just wants to fight with an endless army, and then lie in the pyramid recalling the glorious past and die of old age, or He was bored to death, and he didn't expect to become a god anyway.
Thinking of this, Darkus raised his head towards the dragon armor.
(End of chapter)