Chapter 187 Malekith's Determination
Malekith's livid face was very gloomy. The strength of Teclis on the opposite hill was somewhat beyond his expectation. Based on his understanding of the few remaining descendants of Aenarion, this The elf he was fighting with was only in his early two hundred years, but he had already been able to resolve most of his magic.
Under his own orders, the cold lizard knights led by Malus had rushed towards Caledor's flank, but were blocked by an unknown force and did not achieve much effect.
The Witch King put down his palm and dissipated the magic on it. He now needed to make a difficult decision, asking Grond and the Chaos Warlock to stop fighting with the Archmage Council of Savri and instead deal with the two battleships.
But if you do this, then the control of the wind of magic will be given up. Asul's magic is terrifying, he himself has a deep understanding of it.
He stood up and looked at the battlefield around him. Under the Caledonians' fighting will to fight without fear of death, except for the initial effect of the hydra's entry into the battlefield, there was almost no progress.
There were corpses of elves and northern barbarians everywhere. The black dragons and manticores that fell from the sky were lying on the ground as decorations. There were countless black pits and siege crossbows caused by the flames. The battle damage ratio was extremely ugly. Caledo was the worst. Twenty percent of the troops were lost, and nearly half of them were lost on their own side.
Malekith clenched his iron fist and made a decision in his heart.
If I fail to become Lord of Ulthuan, then Ulthuan will burn with my wrath.
Teclis on the hill touched the cold sweat on his forehead. Only by fighting the Witch King himself would he understand the horror of this old monster. If he persisted for a while, he might die here.
He reached into the bag at his waist with his free left hand. The stone with the mark of the flaming phoenix was hotter than before. This was a situation that only occurred when he was next to the sacred fire of Asuryan.
Hidden in the Witch King's body, the never-extinguishing platinum flame is Teclis' trump card. As long as the holy fire in the Witch King's body is ignited, he can only prevent it from continuing to burn by escaping to the Demonic Chaos Realm.
While he was meditating on how to get close to the Witch King, Teclis' originally calm expression suddenly changed. He suddenly raised his head and looked at the magic vortex that appeared during the battle between the two sides. The originally colorful clouds had turned black, and the clouds were dyed black. The source of this magic whirlpool is the unknown crystal ball in the Witch King's hand.
A mist-like light appeared in the crystal ball and slowly connected to the magic vortex. After dyeing the magic vortex black, this precious artifact that can control demons cracked a hole in the middle. Then the Witch King squeezed hard and turned into pieces. .
Teclis knew what the Witch King was doing. He used the artifact as a sacrifice to temporarily control the magic vortex, and behind the black clouds, a scene like hell could be vaguely seen.
The red wasteland full of magma and blood was filled with swords, axes and hammers. The white skulls of various creatures were piled up into hills. The tall brass towers had bright red metal ornaments similar to the shape of the number 8.
He couldn't help shouting, and his voice was transmitted to every corner of the battlefield under the influence of magic, "Are you crazy? If Khorne notices this, the war between Assur and Druzi will be meaningless. "
The Witch King's goal has always been to regain the Phoenix Throne that belongs to him, not to destroy Ulthuan like Chaos, but who can predict what kind of twisted thing a person who has harbored resentment for thousands of years will become. Malekith did not respond to Teclis's words, and began to guide the Grond sorceresses and chaos sorcerers to expand and stabilize the portal to the Chaos Demonic Realm. The energy released by the Archmage Council during the battle had been absorbed by the broken artifact. And this portal is about to be formed, and they have no way to close it.
Imric, who was in the air, also noticed the movement above his head. When he saw the brass fortress, his pupils shrank. The Great Demon of Khorne was not a weakling like the Great Demon of Slaanesh. There was no comparison between the two. If he came out It was Kabanha, the big demon who singled out several incarnations of the Eight Winds...
Thinking of this, the Dragon Prince knew that he had to start an adventure, otherwise it would be too late.
First, he ordered Ronin who was staying on the Ardaeus Holy Fire to take his Sun Dragon to prepare to release the Demon Suppressor Stone Tablet. Then he contacted Randy through the communicator, "Prepare a counterattack and move forward at all costs." Just as he was about to give the
order When Damian and Iron Wolf led their troops to charge, the dimensional door burning with blazing blood and flames had already opened. The first thing that appeared was not Kabanha, whom Imrik found troublesome, but another more troublesome enemy.
Half of the giant demon's head was exposed with white bones. The shattered face was full of broken horns and fangs. The blood-red skin was covered with scars of various sizes. The huge broken wings on the back were firmly fixed by spiked iron chains. Two They held demonic battle axes in their hands. As soon as they appeared, they trampled on the ground and made loud roars.
A guy Imrik least expected to see appears, the former most powerful demon of Khorne, the incarnation of rage, and the exile-Skarbrand.
This guy's strength will definitely not be the kind that will kill him if Malekith pokes his eye socket. It is no exaggeration to say that this Khorne demon needs the dragon lord to lead the Dark Trio and the high-level dragon prince to attack together. Only then can it be possible to send it back to the Demonic Chaos Realm.
Even the Dragon Prince, after seeing him, couldn't help but curse, "Malekis is a madman."
Putting aside whether Malekith is a madman or not, Skarbudlan is not as legendary. When he came up, he slashed at all the creatures he saw. Instead, he looked at Malekith, who had summoned him, and said,
"Elf, you have an aura about you that I hate." Even though this tone may be seen by Skarbrand. He had been extremely restrained, but the people around him sounded like he was announcing the death of the Witch King, and his roar was filled with murderous intent.
"The head of a wizard who summoned you, and the tens of thousands of heads present, even as an exile, I think you should know clearly that Khorne prefers the latter." The Witch King sat back on the Iron Throne, and among the slaves Lifting it up with all his strength, he faced the bloodthirsty demon on an equal footing.
"A place full of blood and heads." After Malekith emphasized this, Skarbrand raised his head and roared, and sprayed flames composed of anger from his mouth. The target was obviously the giant dragon flying in the sky. .
The flames appeared like lava from the bloodthirsty demon's mouth, instantly hitting a Sun Dragon that had no time to dodge.
The dragon let out a cry. Even the Caledor dragon's fire resistance could not withstand the demonic flames composed of anger. Just as most of the side around him was burned black and fell weakly, the dragon's horn sounded low. The call allowed it to regain some energy, and it reluctantly spread its wings and glided toward the rear position.
(End of chapter)