The first thousand two hundred and sixty-one chapters of Lilith and Orika's transaction
The Kingdom of Nagareth, a hidden place near the Anuri Mountains.
Two armies camped here, the Shadow Crown Hands of Nagaryth and the Gray Cloaks of Araloth. They camped in the thick fog and defended a small tent inside.
Late at night, the sky in Ulthuan is very strange. There is both bright moonlight and starlight all over the sky, and colorful auroras are spreading everywhere. From time to time, the clouds in the sky reveal the appearance of evil gods, releasing strange laughter.
Outside the small tent, Araros was walking not far away. The wood elf hero's mind was filled with the idea of "attacking" Lilith at night. He thought that while Ryan was not here at this time, wouldn't it be given to him by Asuryan?
Good opportunity?
And according to the various hints he saw and heard, as well as previous discoveries, Aralos had a hunch that if he could become the new Asuryan, it would be very simple to marry Lilith. It is impossible for the Moon Goddess to refuse to become
God above God and God after God.
So the wood elf hero felt itchy after setting up camp today. He had been walking back and forth outside the small tent for nearly an hour.
But even if Aralos has always had an idea in his mind, the wood elf hero is a person with bottom lines and integrity after all. He walked here and there but couldn't make up his mind. He didn't even dare to go over and say hello. He still remembers that time.
After Palavon's banquet, he couldn't help but go
He was looking for the goddess who was taken away by Ryan and Queen Surya. When he found it, he could only exchange a few words with her through the door. After that incident, the goddess became even more distant from him, and Arallos was heartbroken.
He thought it must be because he had offended the beauty that Lilith was displeased with him.
"What are you doing here?" Shadow King Aris noticed Aralos's actions.
"Ah?" Alaros looked at Aris' long white hair, purple-white handsome face, and his scrutinizing eyes staring at him. His aura weakened by three points. He opened his mouth and said quickly: "
I just want to ask Lilith, the high elves and the dark elves have fought so many times, and we just watch like this?"
"Then who are you going to help? Malekith, who once destroyed the Elf Empire and brought countless pain to Assur, the bastard who tainted Alario's bloodline, or who chooses to embrace the blood of Kane
, hangs out with that old witch, and only thinks about Tyrion, the Regent of Ulthuan, who will pull out the Sword of Khaine and bring destruction and curse to his enemies and friends?" Shadow King Aris said coldly.
Aralos hesitated, yes, who can I help?
There is no doubt that Tyrion is the de jure supreme ruler of Ulthuan and the leader of the high elves, but he has embraced the power of Kane and awakened the blood of Kane. He plans to go to the Desolate Islands and pull out Kai
The sword of grace.
There is no doubt that Malekith is the eternal enemy of Ulthuan and the creator of all tragedies. He is also the Witch King of the Dark Elves. However, regardless of whether he is the self-proclaimed orthodox Phoenix King or not, the Dark Elves are now trying to stop Terry.
By acting boldly, they become the guardians of the world.
The situation is so complicated, so weird and twisted that even Shadow King Aris doesn't know what to do.
Aris looked at Alalos with some contempt, thinking that Alalos really didn't know that Lilith was married.
Forget it, there is no need to tell him, this person is still useful. Aris motioned to Aralos for us to compete in archery. Aralos was indeed very enthusiastic. If he can beat this 6,000-year-old shadow king, then Lilith will also do it.
Should I look at it differently?
The two heroes outside the tent began to compete. Inside the tent, the Moon Goddess Lilith and the Pale Queen Orika were sitting on the camp bed. They had just finished a transoceanic phone call with their husband Ryan.
"So, you still want Tyrion to pull out the Sword of Kane?" Olica leaned on the pillow. Even though she had only left Ryan for a few months, she already missed her master after following Ryan for such a long time.
Over the years, the dark elf has been with him the longest, and she is also the woman who has received the most favor. The Pale Queen said with some boredom: "That hasn't changed? Isn't it interesting?"
Lilith and Orica were leaning on the pillow side by side. The Moon Goddess looked slightly embarrassed: "I am the Moon Goddess, not the Lord of fate. Asuryan is. I can only change the red line of fate, but it is impossible.
Changing where the threads are tied, Tyrion is destined to pull out the sword of Kane, and if he does not pull out the sword of Kane, then Kane will not fully recover, and Tyrion will not be able to fully obtain Kane's
Strength.”
"So in the same way, if Malekith does not step into the sacred fire of Asuryan, he is destined to be unable to become the incarnation of Asuryan?" Olika thoughtfully said: "Asuryan's power of creation will also not be able to fall into the mortal world.
Dead?"
"That's right, so let's not interfere in this part, or even give them a push if necessary." Lilith sneered, and the Moon Goddess turned to look at Orica: "Listen to me, the only way is to let Asuryan and Kane
Only by completely descending to earth and letting them die can we truly steal their original power."
"We?" Orika repeated, with a faint smile on the dark elf's charming face.
"Yes, we, when Asuryan's creation power and heavenly fire belong to me, I will start to prepare for pregnancy, and prepare to give birth to a new Asuryan with Ryan." The fairy in the lake blushed and stretched out her hand to hold herself down.
belly, through the silk thread of tulle, the goddess
The silver spirit pattern on the lower abdomen has fully unfolded its wings. Hundreds of tiny silk threads are wrapped around the sharp sword in the book in the middle, and then there is a mysterious "I" character seal. Ryan's hot and vast spiritual energy is in the goddess's body.
There is a constant flow in the lower abdomen.
This is the goddess's greatest asset in spending her final moments.
"Then all Kane's power belongs to me?" Orika also reached out and pressed her belly. The spiritual pattern on the dark elf's belly was slightly different from Lilith's. She did not have the "I" character mark, but instead had an "I" mark.
The shape of the "Eye of Horus" is exactly the same, but the sword in the book that symbolizes the power of the Gray Knights of Lion is exactly the same, entangled with a pale rose: "You are not afraid that Tyrion will draw the sword and kill you successfully."
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"Heh." Lilith smiled coquettishly: "Don't you know the relationship between Kane and me?"
"What do you know?" Orika was confused. After all, she was a newly promoted god, and she had not accepted the entire inheritance of the Pale Queen, so she was unclear about some things.
"Kane has always had a crush on me." Lilith opened the small folding fan. The goddess proudly puffed out her chest, and then flicked her plump breasts: "In history, I have done many things against him, but very few
On his side, but he has always believed that it was Kunos and Isa who taught me bad things, and also ordered his followers not to harm me and my interests for any reason or by any means. If Tyrion is really
If Kane possesses and pulls out the sword of Kane, there is absolutely no way he can hurt me."
Orica: “…………”
You have a lot of dog lickers. The Dark Elf Goddess is a little jealous. Lilith, as the most popular moon goddess in the elven god system, can be said to not only have a lot of dog lickers in the mortal world, but even among the elves and gods.
Young, she looked around for a spare tire until she chose Ryan. Although the process was tortuous, she finally got married successfully.
"Then, let's make a lady's agreement. The power of Asuryan belongs to me, and the power of Kane belongs to you. When the time comes, I will be the God of Heaven, the Moon God King Lilith, and you will be the God King of the Underground God System, Pale
Queen Orika." Lilith said with a smile.
"Really? Can you guarantee my credit?" Orika pretended to be confused.
"Yes, I guarantee your credit." Lilith snickered in her heart. Kane's power itself was completely incompatible with hers. Giving it to anyone is not giving it away. Orika is her ally and she also shares a man. She has
Ryan's advanced spiritual pattern is not difficult to control.
When the time comes, when I am crowned the God of Heaven, so what if you become the God King of the Earth? Why don't you have to kneel down and surrender in front of me? Lilith has a small calculation in her mind, huh, when the time comes, Ryan, Sulia, I, and I
Go to sleep peacefully, you Orica are only worthy of kneeling at the foot of the bed with Morgiana to serve us!
Haha, Orica rolled her eyes, and the dark elf goddess also snickered in her heart.
us?
There has never been any us!
When I take away the power of Asuryan and Kane at the same time and crown me the God of the Underworld, you, Lilith, will only be worthy of me, Orika, as a foot-washing maid!
"Then, it's agreed!"
"good."
The two goddesses temporarily reached an agreement.
…………I am the dividing line between bedfellows and different dreams……
Tyrion finally got his wish and met his younger brother, the high elf White Tower Magister Council Supreme Mage Teclis, in the Ring of Hydra in the Kingdom of Nagareth.
Near the forest near the Anuri Mountains, Tyrion and Teclis, the brothers and guardians of Ulthuan, finally met.
The Ring of Hydra was the former temple of the gods. Now there are only a large number of ruins and statues of the gods. Teclis came slowly holding the staff of Lilith. His expression was complicated. Behind him, on his face
The Asuryan stone statue wearing a yin and yang mask is watching everything indifferently.
Tyrion stood under the tall statue of Kane with a furious expression. He stretched out his arms and hugged Reselle (Morathi's vest) who was constantly rubbing against him and licking his face with her tongue. The regent's face was full of
With anger and pleading, he watched Tigris turn over and dismount, take a deep breath of air, and then said very stiffly: "Gui'an, brother."
"Gui'an, brother." Tigris also said.
The two brothers were speechless since then. Cohir, the captain of the White Lion Guard who was following Tyrion, tried to say hello to Tigris. Tigris smiled bitterly, as if he didn't know what expression he should use to face Cohir.
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Normally, the two brothers always have endless things to talk about. Tyrion is hot-blooded, passionate and likes to tell jokes, while Teclis is calm, rational and likes to reason. They are the backbone of the high elves and the guardians of Ulthuan.
But now, the two brothers looked at each other, but they couldn't speak.
It's like being afraid of... hurting the other person.
Teclis was standing there, neither sad nor happy, never leaving. The Supreme Mage was holding the staff of Lilith. He was a little indifferent and a little guilty, so his expression looked extremely tired. He recalled his betrayal, and recalled
Lilith's teachings, recalling Malekith's seemingly respectful but unquestionable orders, and recalling the way the dark elves looked at him as if they were alien.
Tyrion recalled what happened in the past few days. The regent had basically done nothing in the past few days. He was just going crazy with the witch queen Morathi, the second wife of his ancestor Alario who was more than ten generations ago.
Doing something he loves to do, he recalled the whole life since the end of time.
A series of tragedies, Alisala left him, Alarielle left him, Adira and Belannar, Eltharion left him, Fenubar also left him, Imric proudly
Stupid donkey aside, has his own brother betrayed him now?
How many more betrayals do I have to go through?!
Why do you all betray me and leave me!
Am I, Tyrion, that smelly and disgusting???
Tyrion finally couldn't bear it anymore, and the regent asked: "Don't you have anything to say to me? Brother?"
Teclis looked very tired. He raised his head and glanced at his brother. The Supreme Mage did not dare to look directly into Tyrion's eyes. He looked away without saying a word.
"Okay! If you don't say yes, then let me do it!!!" Tyrion's roar shook the surroundings, and the leaves of the forest swayed with the roar of the regent. The regent saw Mora
As soon as Xi pushed him away, his mouth was like a barrage of words, spouting out his analysis, his reasoning, and his conclusion.
He accused Teclis of treachery, colluding with Malekith and killing Finubar, and secretly helping the Witch King in the elven civil war.
This is a shame. Does Teclis still remember their brotherhood, their oath to protect Ulthuan and Fenubar together?
However, even though Tyrion was so angry, his tone was like pleading. He begged Teclis to explain his behavior: "I'm done, Teclis, you...you have nothing to say to me.
Of?"
Cohir noticed that Tyrion's face was full of pleading, and the regent's face was full of hope. He was waiting for Tigris' reply. Cohir knew that as long as Tigris was willing to return, as long as he gave a reason, no matter what
Is this a decent reason? Even as long as Teclis apologizes, Tyrion will immediately embrace his brother and announce reconciliation.
But Tigris didn't, and the Supreme Mage just lowered his head: "It's true."
"What?" Tyrion was stunned.
"Everything you said is true, brother." Tigris said tiredly: "Yes, I did it all. I apologize, but I will not change my ways. The Witch King... is
The orthodox Phoenix King!"
A bolt of thunder struck Tyrion's head. The regent could hardly believe that his brother would actually say such a thing?
You just admitted it to yourself?
traitor!!!
Morathi was standing not far away. She was as happy as an innocent child who got her favorite toy. She couldn't help but clapped her hands and laughed. She saw Tyrion completely losing control. The regent waved his hand and slapped Tyrion directly.
Gris slapped the Supreme Master of the White Tower to the ground on his cheek. Teclis vomited blood on the spot, and half of his face became swollen.
Tigris did not fight back. He just covered his face, coughed, and spat out large mouthfuls of blood: "If this makes you feel relieved, brother, then do it."
"Should I calm down?" Tyrion was already out of anger. The regent's voice was like the reincarnation of Kane. He drew out the Sun Flame Sword and pointed at Tigris: "If you want me to calm down, you have to ask those who died in the battle.
Our compatriots, those heroes who died heroically in the civil war! How many people did you kill? Tell me, was Teclis and Alishara your idea? Your betrayal?"
"Yes." Tigris nodded silently. He seemed more stooped and deeper: "I'm sorry about Alishara, brother, but it is necessary."
The Supreme Mage glanced at Resel not far away, and he recognized it. It was Morathi. Tigris' face was stern. God knows what this shit-stirring stick wanted to do, but he didn't have time to speak.
The Sun Sword has fallen with Tyrion's irrational voice.
"Don't~call~me~brother~brother!!!" Tyrion's wild beast-like roar soaring into the sky was accompanied by the flames of the Yang Yan Sword.
Teclis sighed secretly in his heart, his brother was full of flaws now, and he even only needed a spell to end Tyrion's life.
But he couldn't do it, it was his brother after all.
But he couldn't disobey Lilith's prophecy, because it was also true. Only when Malekith ascended the throne and became the Phoenix King could they gain the power of Asuryan and have the opportunity to unite the three spirits and survive the end of time.
The spell was recited, and three lightsabers descended from the sky, forcing Tyrion, the crazy beast, back, and Teclis teleported away instantly.
His brother was left fuming helplessly in the ruins.
"If you don't want to experience such a failure again, if you want to truly complete your revenge, then pull out that sword." Witch Queen Morathi suggested very "friendly" and "sincerely": "Only it can help you.
Complete your revenge, my little husband."
"You don't have to say it!" Tyrion pushed Morathi away.
He made up his mind.
A few weeks later, in the deserted archipelago, among thousands of armies, the Kane Sword Altar.
Tyrion's body was covered in blood, his hair was burned messily by Malekith's black magic, and his body was cut with more than a dozen wounds by the black sword in the Witch King's hand. While the regent of Ulthuan was in extremely embarrassed state,
A victorious smile appeared on his face.
Because even the Witch King Malekith was no match for Tyrion. Tyrion, who had become the incarnation of Kane, looked at Malekith, who was kneeling on his knees, and the shapeless Malekith fell in a pool of blood. He raised his head
His own boots stepped on Malekith's chin: "You lost, usurper."
Malekith vomited blood in pain, his weapon was shattered, and many parts of his armor were cut open by the Sun Flame Sword. His flesh and blood, which had not seen the sun for thousands of years, were burned by the flames. He looked angrily.
Tyrion tried to cast a spell but found that he couldn't make any sound at all.
Next to him, the Sword of Kane was inserted into the sword altar.
Ah, what a perfect and powerful sword, Tyrion couldn't help but stretched out his hand and held the sword of Kane.
"No! Brother! No!!!" Tigris's voice came from far away.
Tyrion sneered, this man is not my brother, he is a traitor.
He grasped the hilt of the sword firmly and pulled it out gently.
The sky and the earth changed color, whirlpools hit the waves, and storms beat the sky. All the high elf and dark elf warriors on the battlefield stopped and fled in all directions out of fear.
Hundreds of streams of blood flowed from the Kane Sword Altar, and the bloody-hand god's roar of victory overwhelmed everything else.
7,000 years later, the Sword of Khaine has found its new owner.