Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 1065 Go to hell together

"Father?"

The majestic voice in his mind made Malekith feel that time had slowed down. He had not heard his father's voice for six thousand years.

But that familiar tone still lingers in the vampire's soul.

"Be me, Malekith, and if you cannot become the Phoenix King, the Elves have no purpose.

Remember, this is what they owe us, father and son. "

This slim hope made Malekith grasp at a life-saving straw. He hinted to himself that this is the fate of the elves. If I cannot become the Phoenix King, let Ulthuan be destroyed.

Father is right, this is what the elves owe me!

When the Phoenix King walked towards the Holy Sword of Kane under the cover of Kuran Blackhand, Kadroin, whose red and white armor had been dyed deep black, stood in front of him.

The captain of the Phoenix Guard said something in a hoarse voice after a hundred years.

"You are Asuryan's choice."

Malekith was quite crazy and pointed the Sword of Creation at Kadron, "But I am the Phoenix King! If I cannot gain the right to rule Ulthuan with the power of Asuryan alone, I must be like my father, Get the power of Kane!"

Kazuoin, who remained silent, quietly retreated, gesturing to the Phoenix Guards to prepare to evacuate the battlefield.

The development of the situation has far exceeded expectations. This is not a battle in heaven, but a contest between two madmen.

When holding the Holy Sword of Cain, Malekith could feel the indifferent flames in his heart slowly extinguishing, and endless power surged from the scepter.

When he raised the Phoenix King's scepter high, intending to use incomparable power to announce the official return of the monarch of Ulthuan, he discovered an extraordinarily dazzling moon.

Damn... I was ripped off.

Asuryan's absolute indifference protected Malekith's mind at all times, but at the moment of despair, a crack appeared in his heart, allowing a certain god who was always observing the battlefield to seize the opportunity.

Legend has it that Kane once pursued Lilith. The executioner, who symbolized blood and murder, pursued a pure and flawless girl, but naturally he did not end well.

This may be a rumor, but for myths, truth or falsehood does not matter...

Lilith seduced Malekith into thinking that he could fully master the power of Asuryan and Khaine like his father.

Two completely different wills tumbled in Malekith's soul. On one side was the indifferent flaming phoenix, and on the other side was the handsome man with endless blood flowing from his arms.

He felt a strong tear, and his soul seemed to be split in half by two gods.

One half is the Phoenix King, who symbolizes honor and nobility, and the other side is the dark and bloodthirsty Witch King.

The Witch King raised his head and roared in pain, he understood that all this was a trap.

A game that Lilith has deployed for thousands of years. Perhaps it was Lilith who once persuaded Prince Menil of Caledor to be sophistical.

It's just to see the power of Asuryan and Kane reunited again for dirty purposes.

When he lowered his gaze to look at Bai Yue, Malekith looked at the black dragon flying in mid-air. He seemed to have feelings in his heart and said to the guard captain who had followed him loyally for hundreds of years.

"Kulan, are you loyal to the Phoenix King or the Witch King?"

Kuran stared at the white dwarf who was looking at him with vigilance, and said calmly.

"Malekith, son of Aenarion."

"Very good, very good..." Malekith nodded slowly and gave the last order to the guard captain.

"In the name of the Sons of Aenarion, I command you to surrender to Imric with the remaining Druchi."

Kuran looked back at Malekith in disbelief. He never thought that the word surrender would come out of the Witch King's mouth.

Even in the most desperate moment, he still had the confidence to lead Druchi back to his homeland, why after pulling out the sword of Kane that could change the battlefield.

Actually, actually...

"You are not Malekith!" Kuran made a squeaking sound as he gritted his teeth. The Witch King in his impression would never have the slightest chance of surrendering to Assur even if all his men were killed.

Malekith's relieved expression was full of calm. With the remaining power of Asuryan, he barely overcame Kane's endless bloodlust and said.

"This farce should end. The division of the elves was nothing but a scam. I mistakenly thought that these six thousand years of suffering were nothing more than a trial given by Asuryan.

But I never thought..." Phoenix King shook his head slowly, seeming to deny this statement.

"Damn the gods! Taking our suffering and sorrow as pleasure, Imric is right to abandon the influence of the gods and let the elves control their own destiny!"

"Let Snorri come over. I would rather die in the hands of my best friend than sacrifice myself as a chess piece."

The roaring Witch King sent all the summoned undead back to the underworld. As Imric announced that he would stop the offensive, the Black Guards could make way for a passage.

The white dwarf walked up to Malekith and said calmly, "Did you get what you wanted, Malekith?"

"Oh, what I want, now think about it carefully, the obsession to become the Phoenix King was forced on me by my mother, in an attempt to use this vain throne to prove that I inherited my father's honor.

If I had a choice, I might stay in the old world and be with Alishara..." Malekith shook his head and refused to say more, he was not the same type of lover.

But when I look back on my life, I realize that there are only two people worth remembering most, my best friend Snorri and my beloved Alishara.

As the white dwarf lowered his ax to the side of Malekith's neck, he heard the Oathbreaker's last words.

"I'm sorry, my dear friend Snorri...

My paranoia has made you linger in the mortal world for too long..."

Malekith's head slowly fell, and Snorri stared at the face that had been etched in his soul for thousands of years, and finally let out a long sigh.

The white dwarf didn't say a word, his figure slowly turned into a shadow, and disappeared into the world together with Malekith.

He had fulfilled his long-cherished wish, and his deepest hatred for the Kingdom of Mountains had been settled, and there was no longer any need to stay in the mortal world.

Only the Sword of Creation and the White Dwarf Battle Ax intertwined on the ground seemed to prove this friendship and blood feud that spanned thousands of years.

The two divine powers contained in Malekith's body, following the host's self-sacrifice, turned into escaping energy and dispersed towards the Platinum Flame Temple and the Holy Sword Altar.

Lilith aimed at an opportunity. Malekith summoned the dead souls to consume too much of the power of creation. Tyrion died in battle, which weakened Kane's will.

She has been preparing to steal magic for thousands of years, which is enough to drain the two chosen gods who are unable to control themselves due to the struggle between the two forces.

But this best opportunity ended with the Phoenix King's self-atonement.

Until his death, Malekith was the son of Aenarion, and once regarded all elves as noble beings of his people, rather than pawns of the gods.

The rest of the matter went extremely smoothly, after the irrelevant personnel around the dead Malekith were dispersed.

Imrik stood in front of Kuran Blackhand, staring at the Oathbreaker whose body and head were separated, as well as the intertwined Sword of Creation and the White Dwarf Battle Ax that symbolized his life's past.

"He made the right decision before he died. I will bury the son of Aenarion with the highest courtesy." (End of Chapter)