Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Chapter 463 The Death of Crimson Kane (Subscribe)

Eldrar's ruffian yell stunned many high elves.

Several leaders of the death army were also stunned for a moment.

Even Sylego's eyes towards Elderal, the great prophet, were a little different.

If he hadn't stayed together all the time, he would have suspected that the other party had been transferred.

That's not at all the sound of an elegant Eldar.

Obviously, after staying with humans for a long time, Eldrar has obviously acquired some bad customs of humans

After all, several leaders of the Death Army have been battle-tested.

After a brief moment of stupefaction, he reacted without wasting much time.

Activated the sword in his hand and rushed forward.

The weapons in their hands all exuded a strange aura that frightened Asuryan.

Asuryan didn't know what happened from the beginning to the end! !

He stayed in the temple well, and then with a snap, he was pulled out by countless spells.

As soon as I came out, I saw a dozen guys in weird armor saying that they wanted to kill themselves! !

Asuyan just wanted to ask a question.

This is to provoke someone! !

Is there any reason?

Is there still Wang Fa? ?

These days, being a god would be yelled at and beaten to death! !

He was dragged to the present world by the power of the curse, and saw those guys rushing towards him with weapons.

But after all, he is the head of the gods, the creator god of the elves, and holds the supreme authority.

It has been a rule since ancient times that God should not be offended.

"Everything, how dare you disrespect God." Asuryan broke out in a roar that was deafening enough to drive everyone crazy.

Although he couldn't figure out what happened.

But he said so contemptuously that he wanted to kill himself.

What can be tolerated, God cannot bear.

With Asuryan's fury, terrible visions also emerged.

Purple lightning split the sky.

Night fell in just a few seconds.

The sky suddenly darkened.

If it weren't for the gap in the curtain torn above the great vortex, reflecting all kinds of strange brilliance, I'm afraid that many high elves and spirits would fall into a strange night.

There was a strong wind, mixed with the screams of thousands of creatures.

The maddening insanity and lies of the Great Ocean made countless high elves in Ulthuan weep.

All senses are under attack.

Finnubar could barely stand in the wind that swept everything.

The world seems to be collapsing and dismembered.

Something terrible, unimaginable, and unpredictable all emerged.

They scream and cry.

Trying to pass through the gap and descend into the present world.

If there is ever an end to the world, it is now.

According to legend, Asuryan was the first true god.

He was there when Chaos first fell.

After the Old Ones' stargates collapsed, the minions of Chaos also attacked the fledgling gods.

Khorne killed Asuryan with one blow of his axe.

Asuryan did not die.

He was reborn in the flames like a phoenix.

The terrible flame brought by rebirth burned many demon minions who dared to invade the pantheon of the elves.

Asuryan has countless stories and legends.

The Asuryan Temple in Ulthuan holds his divine power.

Only the most powerful demons can maintain a stable form in the vicinity of the temple.

The fire of Asuryan is an existence that demons cannot touch.

Even if his body is pulled into the real world.

He still possesses near-immortal strength.

Asuryan turned into a flame giant and let out an angry roar.

Surging power surged in his chest like a tide.

Infinite lightning balls fell from the sky, and then exploded crazily.

His armor burst into flames.

Its dazzling degree is like a million suns bursting together.

The dark night was illuminated by him again.

The terrifying breath permeated the air, causing cracks to appear in time and space.

The eight giant magnets on the island of death transmit the terrifying subspace energy, trying their best to protect the integrity of the island.

The existence of Asuryan has disturbed the entire time and space.

When he set foot in this world, the flow of time suddenly slowed down.

The fall of each raindrop and the extension of each flash of light becomes slow motion.

Space-time ripples and fluctuates because of its sheer force.

Even the weakest god possesses the power that mortals look up to.

And the prophets of the spirit race have already made preparations.

Before officially launching the plan, they had already made a plan.

Several Eldar prophets chanted the mantra together.

Intangible mantras condensed into tangible things.

Suspended eight-sided crystals appeared out of nowhere, composed of countless swimming ancient symbols.

They blocked Asuryan's possible escape route and completely locked him in this world.

Wearing the armor carefully crafted by the empire using the characteristics of the soulless, the Eldar warriors rushed forward like ghosts.

The weapons in their hands radiated a malicious black light.

Asuryan swung the sword that was burning with inextinguishable fire, wanting to kill these mortal creatures who dared to offend him.

But the speed of the opponent is much faster than him.

The opponent's sword easily cut through his immortal body, causing a black crack to appear.

As a god king, Asuryan felt unprecedented fear.

It shouldn't be like this.

His body was supposed to be immortal, so why was he injured! !

Those weird guys have a problem with the weapons in their hands! !

This is a hunt.

A hunt for the once noble and unoffensive Supreme God King.

Asuryan was pulled into the cage of this world by the power of the curse,

The Eldar warriors swarmed like hunters,

They wanted to consume Asuryan's divine power, and cut wounds on his radiant flame body.

This method is no different from hunting large beasts.

First slowly consume the physical strength of the prey, wait until the opponent is no longer able to continue, and then launch the final attack.

Asuryan struggled like a trapped animal.

The ground beneath his feet trembled and cracked with his strength.

The large vortex is also shaking violently.

The arrival of Asuryan has disturbed the balance of the great vortex.

It got more violent.

That terrible wind of magic is as real as it is.

Teclis, who was frightened by this scene, could feel the power of magic many times stronger than usual.

Now, if you cast a fireball at random, its power might be comparable to a super forbidden spell.

Asuryan struggled ferociously, and terrifying power erupted from his body.

Null flames and violent thunder surrounded him.

But he has no way to break free from the shackles, let alone escape back to his domain of God, his palace.

Those sword blades were constantly hurting him, drawing shocking and terrifying wounds on his immortal body.

He was weakened a little bit.

When Sylego joined the fight, he was absolutely at a disadvantage.

The weapon in his hand was knocked out, and the hair that was burning with flames was scattered, and he was in a state of embarrassment.

"I'm sorry." Selego stared at Asuryan's face and said in a sad tone.

In another universe, he had also sincerely supported Asuryan of that universe.

Even though he knew that this Asuryan was not the Asuryan he knew, it still made him feel uncomfortable and sad.

He was killing his own brother with his own hands.

In Asuryan's eyes of astonishment and fear.

Selego stabbed the sword blade with countless complicated curse runes into the opponent's chest little by little.

"No!"

These are the last words of Asuryan.

His immortal body was reduced to embers, blowing away in the raging etheric winds.

The god king has fallen.

The Phoenix King - Finnubar watched his god die just like that.

His blessings dissipated with Asuryan's death.

Countless high elves felt as if a piece of their hearts had been severely ripped out.

Pain spread among them.

Tiglas, the Eternal Queen and many other heroes watched like that.

Their eyes watered involuntarily.

Asuryan died.

Died at the hands of the Laughing God.

Rumor has it that the godslayer will be cursed.

Selego doesn't know if the rumor is true.

He doesn't know much about fate-related matters.

If there is, he will not have the slightest regret.

In order to be able to defeat the eternal enemy of the Eldar, in order to give this nearly destroyed race a chance to survive.

Death must be resurrected, and only Death can stand against the terrible Prince of Pleasure.

In order to ensure that the surviving spirit race will not be swallowed after death.

A shard of burning flames fell into Sylego's hands.

God is a creature of faith.

And the piece in his hand is the essence of Asuryan.

In layman's terms, it is Asuryan's godhead, and the gods are all here.

Get this shard in his hand, and get some faith from the high elves, and you can become a god.

A creator god in the pantheon of elves.

The violent vision disappeared.

Everything is gone.

The sky became bright again.

The temple of Asuryan collapsed.

The priests shed black tears of blood, weeping for their lost gods.

The everlasting flame of Asuryan is also extinguished.

The High Elves lost their creator god.

Something was permanently destroyed.

Selego put away Aso's fragments.

The sadness on that unpredictable face also quickly disappeared.

"Go on to the next one," he said.

"Whose turn is it this time?" an Eldar seer asked.

Selego uttered a name that terrified Tyrion and even countless high elf warriors.

"Blood-handed God of War-Kane." Selego said in a calm tone: "We need its fragments."

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