Teclis is a thin man, almost 1.75 meters tall. He wears the Crown of Savre on his head. From this peaked feathered helmet and crescent crest typical of high elves, Ryan cannot fully see Teclis's figure.
face, but he still roughly saw Teclis's appearance.
The supreme wizard of the elves has a cold and calm face, and it seems that nothing in the world can shake him. Compared with normal elves, Teclis is not arrogant, but appears wise, profound, and unpredictable.
What's more special is that Tigris's facial features are neither exquisite nor handsome. His appearance is relatively simple, and he has a pair of unsightly fish eyes. If this appearance is placed among humans, he would be considered a bit handsome.
, but among the high elves with so many handsome men and beautiful women, his appearance can only be regarded as average.
According to Lilith, the fairy in the lake, Teclis' brother Tyrion is a truly super handsome guy. His handsome and charming appearance is the best among the high elves. In addition, he was bohemian when he was young, and he was funny and humorous.
, has a gentle and cheerful temper, and is a bit shy, which makes Tyrion the most popular elf prince in the entire Ulthuan. Wherever he goes, countless elf girls show their kindness to him and send him wine and fruits.
Sunshine’s brother is always a welcome object and admirer wherever he goes. Lilith can’t help but laugh when she talks about it. She said that every place Tyrion goes to do business (the Tai brothers have their own trade guild), every kingdom’s
The elven girls all gathered around him to sing songs, talk to him, give him various small gifts, and even recommend themselves as pillows, but Tigris was always the one ignored.
Teclis once approached the elf girls in a classy way, but the elf girls were not interested in this unattractive and lame guy (Teclis had been in poor health since birth), so they ignored him and ran away.
Dropped.
Lilith told Ryan that Tigris suffered a major blow in this incident. Ever since this incident, he has had an indifferent attitude toward men and women. It's okay if he has it or not. He just goes with the flow. He usually accepts someone who recommends himself as a pillow.
Never refuse, but never keep a woman by your side.
Of course, times have changed, and what was said before was all when they were minors. Now Tyrion and Teclis are the guardians of Ulthuan, with great honor and great fame.
Tyrion is the high lord of the High Elf War Council. Phoenix King Fenubar has actually completely handed over his military power as the Phoenix King to him, and Teclis is already the Supreme Mage and has become a high elf mage.
Leader, Teclis is now filled with the palace and majesty of a superior, and every move is full of moving power. He is the hero of this world, the supreme mage whose reputation has shocked the whole world.
Just as Ryan was sizing up Teclis, the Supreme Mage was also sizing him up.
This human looks to be twenty-seven or seventy-eight years old, with black hair and blue eyes, regular features and very handsome, but without any flashy air. His eyes are full of confidence, an extreme kind of confidence, and Ryan's face is a little unruly.
His aura was more of a self-confidence. His eyes exuded the light of psychic energy, and the pure wind of psychic energy flowed from his body. Teclis instantly had a favorable impression, which was brought about by his status as a spell caster.
Ryan obviously possesses a kind of self-confidence that he has accumulated over and over again after many battles and was trained in blood and fire. Following his actions, the surrounding space is fluctuating and sinking slightly, which shows that he is already a saint.
A strong man of the next level.
At this level, even the elves will look at you squarely.
The Supreme Mage has no doubt that Ryan is definitely the person in Lilith's prophecy.
Being able to kill "Red-Eyed" Egil Stirbjorn is a great achievement, and it is also an achievement for the elves. When the champion of Slaanesh's Chosen Prince "The Beauty" Sigvald was defeated by the elves, the elves tried their best to fail.
The failure to keep him is proof of this.
"Hello, Lion Malcador, I came here because of you. Now it seems that you live up to your name. In Ulthuan, we heard your name. You killed the Great Demon of Nurgle and ended the 'Red-Eyed' Era."
Gil Stirbjorn's legendary story for centuries, Assur congratulates you and congratulates you on your happy wedding." Tigris raised his head and set his sights on Angron behind Ryan:
"Who is this?"
"This is my biological brother, Angron." Ryan introduced with a smile.
"Hello, Elf Chief Warlord." Angron's Elvish language was not very standard. It smelled like dirt, and he could only barely understand it.
Big battle? Tigris raised his eyebrows and thought about what it was: "Hello, Mr. Angron, I feel how powerful you are."
The expressions of the high elves behind him became different.
Judging from the extremely terrifying aura exuding from Angron, is Lion Malcador's brother even stronger?
"It seems that humans are not as weak as imagined." In the military formation, an elf secretly said: "I mean, even monkeys, there are some who are particularly good at fighting."
"Yes, it seems we are unlucky today and encountered two at once."
"This big guy scares me. Isn't he really the incarnation of some god?"
"He looks like a barbarian!"
The high elves whispered, Angron's appearance caught them unexpectedly, and his figure reminded the high elves of their own god, the incarnation of Kane, the god of blood and war, who was forbidden to worship.
"Please come in and elaborate." Ryan motioned for Tigris to enter the castle to speak. The Supreme Mage nodded. He ordered the high elf army to station outside the town of Jean, near the Wood Elf Observation Station. He only took the Horth Demon with him.
Swordsman Zoltan followed Ryan towards the castle.
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The Prime Material Universe, the Milky Way, the Heart of the Imperium of Man, Holy Terra, the Imperial Palace, and the Throne Room.
On a golden throne made of countless skulls and gold, hundreds of cables and iron rings tightly tied a red figure. This red figure was tall. He was concentrated and had no time to speak. His eyes were closed and he kept talking.
Arcs of electricity were exploding around his head.
The Golden Throne is running at full speed. This ancient machine has been built since the rise of the human empire and has been running for nearly 11,000 years. This machine is huge and extremely complex, and hundreds of mechanical priests are constantly debugging and repairing it.
Failure, static arc light jumped between the conduit and the cable, and the air was filled with the smell of ozone.
The emperor with golden body and armor stood in front of the throne. His cold eyes stared at Magnus, the Red Son, who was controlling the golden throne. There was no emotion in his eyes. No one knew what the Lord of Humanity was thinking.
, everyone only saw that Magnus was fully controlling the energy of the Golden Throne to ensure the continued operation of the Golden Throne.
There are many Imperial Guards standing behind the Lord of Mankind, but there is no doubt that these Imperial Guards are not qualified to stand beside the Emperor, because there are more important people standing there now, and the Imperial Guards can only look at them with admiration and stand straight.
, watching the figures on the steps.
Wearing blue precision power armor, Roboute Guilliman, the original Ultramarines member of the Thirteenth Legion who is currently the regent of the Human Empire, stood behind the Emperor. He looked at Magnus' painful look and said with some unbearability:
"Father, we have repaired the gap in the network tunnel under the palace. Does Magnus still need to sit on it?"
"As long as we rely on the star torch for warp navigation for one day, Magnus or father will sit on it for one day. Guilliman, this traitor has received the punishment he deserves. Now we give him a chance to live.
Mercy, not torture." Leon El Jonson, the commander-in-chief of the western side of the Great Rift in the Human Empire and the Primarch of the Dark Angels of the First Legion, said impatiently: "Or do you want your father to sit on it?"
Guilliman couldn't answer this, he could only shrug: "Okay, Leon, that's not what I meant."
"But I think that's what you mean, Guilliman." A guy with a thick, loud voice and an unusually tall body spoke. His skin was as black as charcoal, and his voice was full of excitement: "For love
With peace and dreams, I returned here at my father's call! So did Magnus! This is his duty!"
"Vulkan! Don't talk to me about responsibility!" Magnus, who was sitting on the golden throne, suddenly opened his eyes and shouted angrily: "You are the only one who has the nerve to talk about responsibility? You are going to the outer reaches of the galaxy in a spacecraft by yourself.
You have the nerve to say that by venturing beyond the reach of the star torch and leaving a mess to your heirs?!"
"That's not a mess, that's a glorious mission! Magnus~ I promised that as long as I retrieve the nine holy objects I left behind, I will come back to fight alongside them again. Without any challenges, the rewards are worthless.
...As a result, my father summoned me back in advance." The nearly four-meter-tall black man said loudly: "This is the responsibility I have not fulfilled, because my father's orders are greater than anything else! So I came back and bathed in the flames of war!"
"Bah! You guy! It's just that you are afraid of death because you have lost your immortality. How dare you say that?" Magnus retorted unconvinced: "Or you can change places with me?"
Before he finished speaking, a figure with skin as white as snow and hair as dark as night appeared in front of Magnus like a ghost. He had a pair of black wings like jet jade, and his dark claws were gently raised, and the words in his mouth
Like a ghostly voice: "Quiet~Magnus~."
"...You will be like this." Magnus focused his gaze on the sharp black claws, closed his eyes as if giving up, and continued to control the golden throne.
At this time, the emperor opened his mouth.
"...Are you ready for what I ordered?" The Emperor turned around and looked at the four Primarchs standing behind him.
"Ready, father." Guilliman took over the topic. The Primarch of the Ultramarines, the current Imperial Regent, looked at the commotion in the throne room, and felt warm in his heart, even though the Primarchs would inevitably quarrel when they stayed together.
, but Guilliman longs for this kind of quarrel. He really needs someone who can negotiate: "Follow your orders."
A group of Imperial Guards came in from outside carrying several large boxes. The Emperor opened the first box, attracting everyone's attention.
The big black man opened his mouth in surprise:
"Oh my God, what is this?!"
Inside is a set of specially crafted vibranium plate armor, made by the Mechanicum of Mars. The plate armor is engraved with countless defensive markings and incorporates many technologies from the Great Crusade era. It is also covered with scriptures. The Emperor will personally
Blessings, this exquisite set of vibranium plate armor is Lion's wedding gift. The Emperor specially gave it to Ryan's wife Surya as a betrothal gift to Ryan.
The remaining boxes were also opened. Inside were nine sets of astonishingly valuable jewelry, made of platinum, gold, jade, jade, diamonds, gems, crystal, pearls and opal. The raw materials of each set of jewelry were
Offered by the oldest Rogue Trader families dating back to the days of the Great Crusade, refined with arcana given by the Emperor and blessed by the Emperor himself, their total value is an astronomical figure.
These nine sets of jewelry were ordered by the Emperor to be purchased by the nine Supreme Lords of the Council of Supreme Lords of Terra. They were also a wedding gift prepared by the Emperor for Ryan and given to Surya.
"Ryan is getting married. I can't attend in person, so you should all go to his wedding." After the emperor inspected the gifts, there was finally some expression on his face. He couldn't explain the meaning, as if he was recalling something.
: "On behalf of me, and also on behalf of that old friend... who sacrificed his life because of me."
All four Primarchs nodded: "We are ready to go, Father."
"Wait... where am I? Father? Where am I?" Magnus suddenly opened his eyes with a flattering look on his face: "Ryan is also my brother!"