Chapter Eight hundred and ninety-three The smell of good fragrance!
The footsteps came from far away, and Fulgan and Ryan had nowhere to hide in the whole room!
The White Hall is too small! You can see most of the hall at a glance. If rows of bookshelves hadn't blocked the view, Fulgrim and Ryan's only choice would have been to pull out their weapons and prepare to use force to solve the problem!
However, regarding this matter, both Ryan and Fulgan were unwilling to use force in their hearts.
Fulgrim is unwilling to use force because he pursues perfection, but for Ryan, on the one hand, he does not want to fall out with the elves, and on the other hand, he does not want Lilith to become difficult to deal with in the end.
Therefore, Ryan and Fulgrim looked at each other.
what to do?
The sound of footsteps came from far away, and two Phoenix guards and a Phoenix priest walked in.
"." The first phoenix guard was wearing phoenix full-body armor, a blazing cloak, a phoenix winged helmet, and holding a phoenix halberd blessed by the priest. He strode into the daylight palace to conduct a routine inspection.
"The great Lord of the Phoenix has revealed to us that the mural that suddenly appeared is the will of the Lord of the Phoenix, Lion Macado, the son of destiny." The Phoenix Priest said loudly: "Finuba did something right.
matter."
"..." The second Phoenix guard remained silent.
"√" The first Phoenix Guard nodded in approval, but he quickly realized something. The fully armed warrior immediately lowered his body and reached out to touch the ground: "!!!"
"???" Another Phoenix guard quickly approached and squatted down.
They saw footprints on the ground.
"↑" The two Phoenix guards opened their eyes wide, and they immediately motioned to the Phoenix Priest to take a look.
"There are footprints, but there are no stains." The Phoenix Priest didn't believe that anyone would come here at all. He emphasized: "There are no stains."
"×,≠." The Phoenix guard shook his head to express his disapproval.
"There is no stain, and there is no erosion from Chaos." The Phoenix Priest also insisted on his opinion. He motioned to the two Phoenix Guards not to move while he went out to call for help.
The two Phoenix Guards began to inspect the entire Day Palace.
This palace is indeed not very big, with a total area of only about 500 square meters. I have already mentioned what is inside. Apart from a large number of scrolls, bottles and jars, and rows of bookcases, there is nothing else.
Something.
However, due to the sacredness of the things here, the two Phoenix Guards did not check it carefully. They just took a look at it casually. Except for the Phoenix Captain Kadroin, these two Phoenix Guards did not have the authority to read the information here.
"←."
"→."
Passing through several bookshelves, the Phoenix Guard didn't find much abnormality. Through the darker light, he faced the entire world with eternal silence. He had served Asuryan for centuries, and now he only had the rest of his life left.
Got off the service.
He is no longer sure if he still has the spark of emotion.
"Asuyan is above. I will guard you from now on until I die. I will not marry, fiefdom, or have children. I will protect secrets and destiny with silence. I will not wear a crown or compete for honors. I will be loyal.
Duty, life and death, I am the sword of the Phoenix King, the guard of the Flame Island, the flames that resist the cold, the light at dawn, the horn that awakens the sleeping, and the shield that protects the kingdom. I dedicate my life and glory to the Phoenix.
Fire will not rest until death."
This has been the case for centuries.
Always peaceful, always guarding, until you lose the feeling of being alive and kill yourself or die in glorious battle.
Yes, just like the row of Phoenix Guard wax figures in front of him, this Phoenix Guard couldn't help but raise his head and looked at the row of Phoenix Guard wax figures in the Day Palace. These wax figures are used by Phoenix priests to use holy oil.
Starting from the most basic clay sculptures, they are made one by one, symbolizing the power of Asuryan and the glory of the Phoenix Guard. Each one is lifelike. Even after many centuries, the wax figures here will not fade at all.
Well, it was indeed just like the real thing. The Phoenix Guard walked in front of a wax figure. These wax figures were all wearing real clothes and armor. They looked like real people, especially the eyes, hair, nose, and brow bones.
Is this hair implanted? He looked at it intently a few times, and this hair? It's quite realistic, some are blond, some are black, some are white, and there is even a Phoenix guard who is very tall.
Each has its own characteristics. Do those Phoenix Priests spend most of their time here?
"?" The Phoenix guard was still waiting to look, and another Phoenix guard came over: "√?"
"." The Phoenix guard shook his head: "√!"
At this time, the other two Phoenix Priests also walked in, and they inspected the White Hall.
"No flaws."
"Without the contamination of chaos."
"There is no obvious stain."
Then the three Phoenix Priests announced at the same time: "The inspection is over."
The Phoenix Priest represented Asuryan's will, and the two Phoenix Guards had no doubts. They turned around and left in a hurry, leaving the peace and tranquility to the White Palace.
Nothing happened on Lieyan Island today.
…………I am the dividing line between nothing and nothing happens……
Late at night on the night of witchcraft, an extremely fierce battle was going on in the White Tower of Hos in the Kingdom of Savri.
Guarding the White Tower of Hoth is the elite army of the Kingdom of Savri, including several legions of organized elven militia, spearmen and archers lined up in neat queues, standing on the city wall to face the enemy, and Hoth.
The great wizards of the White Tower, the spells chanted by these ancient and powerful wizards almost dyed the entire sky with colorful colors. These elves who dedicated their lives to magic were given the highest honor and respect, and today, it is...
It's time for them to fulfill their promises.
The shining swords of a full three hundred Hoth Sword Masters circled on the battlefield. These unparalleled warriors waved their two-handed giant swords wantonly, slashing any demons that rushed up. Every time they swung their swords, they would be struck in the darkness.
and bright arcs of light released in the heavy rain,
Every demon was chopped into pieces in front of them. The arrow rain from thousands of elven archers covered the entire battlefield. A rain of arrows accompanied by a storm attacked the demon legion. The originally invincible demon legion continued to charge.
The ground is pushed back, and the cycle repeats itself.
And in the middle of the large circle surrounded by the Sword Saints of Hoth, the Supreme Mage Teclis stood proudly here. He chanted the supreme spell, and the rays of light broke through the darkness and corruption of the chaos, and the white wind of light merged into the world.
The wind of red flames finally
A semicircular sphere with a diameter of several hundred meters was formed. The intensity and power of the flames were so high that the demons had to retreat temporarily, but even so, the demons within a few hundred meters of Teclis were still burned.
Became a bunch of smoking scum.
Are elves powerful?
Really powerful! The elite army of the Savri Kingdom slaughtered any Chaos Demons that rushed up, and continuously defeated the Chaos Demon Legions that originally appeared on a large scale when the vortex was unstable during the night of witchcraft.
Are elves powerful?
It's not that powerful, at least Tigris has realized the crisis.
The Slaanesh legions were shouting and screaming in the violent storm, attacking the high elves' front line like crazy. Countless Slaanesh demons wearing fancy clothes, twisted bodies, dancing strange dance steps and twisting their twisted bodies appeared one after another. They violently
Pointing at the gun array of the high elves, loudly praising the name of the Prince of Joy, the hell-skinned chariot was led by the Slaanesh rider.
Rampant on the battlefield, the flesh and blood of the elves were peeled off directly from the bones wherever they passed, dismembering the solid battle line of the elves. The Slaanesh demons standing on the skinning chariot of hell let out a howl of joy, and they used their hands to
Scimitars, mutated crab claws and even tentacles turned into whips, attack the enemy, and their bodies can't help but tremble with every attack.
The soul of an elf is so delicious.
The battlefield exuded the aroma of Slaanesh and twisted fanaticism. A group of Slaanesh demons pushed the twisted magic mirror with tentacles into the battlefield. At this moment, many elves who saw the mirror could not help but let out painful and crazy screams.
Screaming, they saw their wildest desires and deepest fears in the magic mirror.
The lust knights charge everywhere. The followers of Slaanesh don't care about casualties, they only care about indulgence. They even enjoy death. These lust knights ride twisted mounts. As long as they find the right target, they will definitely chase the opponent down.
until it falls or collapses on its own.
Leading the Slaanesh legions is Slaanesh's great demon, Kylias Blade Dancer.
This is a Slaanesh demon with a voluptuous figure and about five meters tall. It has a delicate and beautiful face, purple skin sprayed with perfume made from mortal flesh, and long dark red hair.
It was tied behind the head, and there were two horns on the head, which curved out from both sides of the head.
Except for the purple cloak behind it and the remaining crotch cloth, it was wearing almost no clothes. All six of its clothes were exposed. Each of its four arms was very strong. The two upper arms were mutated.
It has become a twisted crab claw thing, and one of the two arms below holds the Slaanesh Silver Sword, with the runes from the Dark Prince shining, and the other hand has purple nails seven or eight centimeters long, which are covered with various
Fragrance oils and powders made from mortal corpses.
Kirias Blade Dancer is a very powerful demon of Slaanesh under the Prince of Joy. It is the demon that Slaanesh loves. Its skin is as shiny and delicate as silk, and its body is like the most perfect art.
So elegant.
It came to the mortal world only for hunting. It sent an army to attack the White Tower of Hoth. The great demon stood gracefully behind the army, constantly commanding the demons of Slaanesh to rush forward to fight, but he stood behind the entire army.
It refuses to go into battle in person, but is waiting for something.
"Hmm~ Have you ever tasted the fragrant taste~ Have you ever tasted the spicy feeling~ Have you ever tasted the song of the Prince of Joy~ The truly beautiful soul, so exciting!" Chilias stretched out his hand
It stretched out a huge crab claw arm, stretched out its twisted and forked tongue, and licked the painfully struggling elf soul on its tongue.
What a delicious soul!
The battle is still going on. In the heavy rain and strong wind, in the muddy ground, the defenders of the White Tower of Hoth are still fighting hard against the Slaanesh army. Judging from the battle situation alone, there is no doubt that the high elves have an advantage in the battle situation. Since the battle
Already thousands of Daemons of Slaanesh have been banished into the Realm of Chaos.
However, the demons of Slaanesh appear endlessly, and the elven army has to face a severe test. If the soul of every elf killed in battle is not properly protected, it will be devoured by the demons of Slaanesh and become the slave of the Prince of Joy forever.
and food, and smelling the sweet smell of the elves' souls, countless Slaanesh demons or servants of the Prince of Joy in the kingdom of Slaanesh's realm rushed in frantically, and were then defeated by the elves.
Now, the battle between the two sides continues in the storm, and it is obvious that there can only be one winner between the elves and the demons of Slaanesh.
Or maybe Slaanesh's army breaks through the White Tower of Hoth, plunders it, and leaves.
Or the defenders of the White Tower of Hoth withstood the attack before the end of the Witching Night, and watched the maelstrom stabilize and the demons of Slaanesh disappear.
Chilias looked at the White Tower of Hoth that penetrated the clouds and the giant city wall that was tens of meters high. The twisted bull face shook his head, and the golden nose ring was dangling. Its legions were in the realm of Slaanesh.
Chuuya was ranked among the top, but under such circumstances, it was obviously impossible to break through the White Tower of Hos.
The enemy's defense was really too tenacious. Under the protection of three hundred Hoth Sword Masters and an entire group of high-elf wizards, the Slaanesh Army looked like it was a lively fight, but Kirias couldn't find anyone who could win.
Click there.
"Whoops!" A meteorite hit Kirias's side, and the great demon Slaanesh raised his head and looked into the distance.
Among the hordes of high-elf legions, the Second Archmage of the Magister Council of the White Tower of Hoth, Belannar-the Wise One, also joined the battlefield. Meteors and beams of light swept across, and a row of lust knights evaporated directly on the spot.
The four-hoofed demon creature carrying the hell-skinned chariot lost its front hoof (who knows if it was a horse) and fell into the muddy puddle.
The Twisting Mirror was blasted to pieces by Comet Katora on the spot, and several Slaanesh demons and a group of Forsaken who were pushing the mirror were all blasted into the sky.
Even as more Daemons of Slaanesh continued to join the battlefield in the fluctuating winds of Chaos, Chiliath still could not find an opportunity to reverse the victory.
But at this moment, the great demon of Slaanesh smelled a different scent from the oncoming strong wind, and at the same time, the whisper of the Dark Prince resounded in Chilias's ears.
"Ah! Such a fragrant soul! What a smell is this! Such a beautiful soul, I want to dedicate it to the Prince of Joy!" Chilias-Blade Dancer burst out with a distorted howl, and it immediately turned around
, rushed towards an inconspicuous place outside the White Tower of Hoth, and behind it, thousands of Slaanesh demons turned.
Soon, it discovered a palace built not far away at the foot of the Anuli Mountains.
That is the palace of the high-spirited moon goddess Lilith - the Moon Spire.
Standing on the White Tower of Hoth, Teclis's face changed drastically.
The moon goddess Lilith is now inside the Moon Spire!
Inside, the ceremony site where Lilith planned to hold a wedding with Ryan was arranged. Therefore, Lilith did not agree to evacuate to the White Tower of Hos in any case. Her wedding with Ryan had been postponed several times. The goddess would rather die than stay there.
Inside the Moon Spire!
What should we do, attack? But if we give up the city and launch a full-scale attack, it means that the high elves have given up the tactics that can guarantee victory and are betting on a battle with an unknown outcome against the Great Demon of Slaanesh!
Teclis hesitated, and just as the Supreme Mage hesitated, thousands of Slaanesh demons had already approached the Tower of the Moon. Chilias could feel that this tower was protected by a powerful barrier of divine power.
.
But it doesn't matter. Its master, the Dark Prince, has told it how to break this barrier. It absorbs the corrupted phantoms from the chaotic Chaos Realm. It adds sinful phantoms from the extensive memories of the Slaanesh Realm.
It gained the desires and dreams of centuries from the elven souls it devoured, and then turned them into a chaotic wind filled with twisted thoughts and mixed with the essence of elves, blowing towards the divine barrier of the Moon Goddess.
Sure enough, the goddess of the moon's divine power barrier was shaken, and waves of light appeared.
Chilias and countless Slaanesh demons immediately launched a fierce attack on the divine barrier.
The howl of the devil has reached the spire of the moon. The moon goddess Lilith is standing alone in her palace. Everything needed for the wedding has been arranged. There are white hanging clothes on the clothes rack not far away.
large wedding dress.
"Dong~dong~dong!" The divine power barrier became more and more shaken, and even cracks appeared.
Lilith knew what would happen if she fell into the hands of Slaanesh, so she began to chant magical spells and prepare for battle.
"It's opened, it's opened, this beautiful and noble soul belongs to me!" Kilias roared twistedly, as long as a gap is opened in the divine power barrier, it and its army can take advantage of it and sneak in!
As long as... it's so bright! Just as the gap was about to open, a burst of bright and dazzling light suddenly lit up the entire battlefield. All the Slaanesh demons covered their eyes and howled in pain, but they covered their eyes.
It was useless at all. It was the bright light from the subspace. The bright psychic matrix was full of order, which made Chilias feel extremely uncomfortable: "Ugh~ I vomited!"
Amidst the heavy footsteps, within the dazzling white-gold light, a figure dragging Thor's hammer with one hand strode into the battlefield. The hammer dragged a long trace on the ground. He waved the hammer in his hand in two movements.
Hammering a row of Slaanesh demons into meat pies, a figure filled with thunder and lightning and burning with white-gold flames joined the battlefield amid the raindrops.