Chapter 1070 The Monarch of All Elves

When everyone left, Imric was left alone at the Platinum Flame Altar, which continued to gain momentum.

Looking at the origin of all this, even he felt a little embarrassed in his heart.

Master Ke is right, the power of Asuryan is indeed a possibility to fight against the enemy of chaos.

The four Chaos Gods use emotion as the reason for their existence. Khorne symbolizes the desire for victory and honor, Tzeentch longs for change and hope, Nurgle is the strong desire of life to not want to die, and Slaanesh knows the heart of every creature. desires and emotions.

But the concept of Asuryan is absolute indifference that completely abandons emotions. Even after defeating Aenarion, Imric borrowed the combined efforts of several bosses to absorb the power of the gods, Asuryan just sat indifferently Standing on the Phoenix Throne, he calmly waited for the remaining power to disappear.

Is it feasible to use absolute rationality to fight against the chaotic gods with strong emotional roots...

Imric doesn't know the answer yet. Although all this has happened, to be honest, he is really confused.

Suddenly from a mortal to a living god...

When the holy fire illuminated Imric's face and illuminated the darkness in the surrounding corners, he turned his back to the empty hall and said.

"You're here anyway, Teclis."

Putting on the unmarked mage robe, Teclis stepped out of the shadows. He and Imric still had some unresolved problems.

Arrange for brother Tyrion to draw his sword and how to take revenge on Lilith.

"Having mastered the power of God, you are already an unquestionable mortal god. As long as the Maelstrom still exists, no one can be your opponent."

"There is no need for compliments. Regarding Tyrion, I apologize. He must die once, otherwise Lilith will not take action easily."

Teclis nodded in approval, walked to Imrik's side, and watched side by side with the Phoenix King at the platinum Phoenix Holy Fire that had lost Asuryan's will.

"There is a possibility of his resurrection."

The Supreme Mage points out the reward that has been hidden along the way. The holy fire of Asuryan can easily shape a mortal body, even if it will cost Imrik a lot...

"You really posed a problem for me. Tyrion was resurrected not long after his death. This war seems a bit ridiculous."

"Ulthuan needs him, the Phoenix Court needs him, and you need him too."

Tyrion's abilities are well known to everyone. Apart from some confusion in his private life, he can be regarded as a model of elf warriors.

And if Imric doesn't agree to Teclis' request, maybe the Supreme Mage doesn't mind committing a disobedient act.

Imrik, who shook his head in silence, was a little helpless. Perhaps his temper had softened a lot after becoming a father. If Tigris had dared to threaten him implicitly before, he would have definitely pushed him into the flames of the platinum phoenix and experienced a fight with Mare. Keith felt the same pain.

"Tyrion's soul."

Teclis handed over the staff, a staff forged by himself that was as versatile as the Staff of the Moon with the tireless help of the Anvil of Vaal.

Teddy, who has a cold nature, has a touch of sadness on his face.

"His soul is still going through Kane's torture, and the screams of those Assur who died tragically at his hands are always hurting his heart."

Imrik, who took the staff, nodded, "He is a hero. Apart from being a bit grumpy, he is also a qualified brother."

"What are you going to do?" Teclis clenched his palms. Although he was sure that Imric had a way to resurrect his brother, if there were any hidden dangers...

Forget it, what hidden danger can be more tragic than death.

"Asuryan's sign, you should have heard of the rumors about this magical bird."

Teclis's pupils shrank suddenly. What does this mean? Imrik is not only resurrecting Tyrion, but also instilling Asuryan's divine power into him?

Throwing the staff that preserved Tyrion's soul into the holy fire, Imric crossed his arms and waited for the result to appear, chatting with Teclis.

"As you know, I don't believe in the Phoenix Guards. Their silent appearance makes people laugh. They obviously have the ability to change many things, but they guard this meaningless temple like fools. "

"But they will change their past ways and become your guards."

"Heh." Imrik chuckled. Can I use a bunch of traitors who surrendered to Malekith? Find a reason to send them all away and take back the gifts Asuryan once gave them.

Except for Kadron's value as a substitute for the incarnation of the Wind of Fire, Imric was not prepared to continue the past tradition of letting a group of mutes who were deceived by the gods guard the temple.

"Dragonhalberd Guards, they will be left in the Dragon Palace to guard Drachnir, and I hope Tyrion can take on the important task of guarding the Phoenix King."

Teclis had no objection to this. The war lord must not have any illusions. Even if Tyrion, who has a criminal record, becomes the leader, he will definitely not be recognized by the kingdoms.

As for the Phoenix King Guards, Imric's idea is that they are preparing to be mixed, including the Caledor Flameborn Knights, the White Lion Guards of Charis, and the reorganized Phoenix Guards led by Tyrion.

"You need to let Druzi..." Tigris frowned, thinking that there might be some doubts about this title, but he continued.

"Including Aslay, select some people to join the Phoenix King's guard. Regardless of loyalty or not, this is a symbol, a symbol of the true monarch of all elves."

"No, you are missing another force."

Tigris recalled it and quickly thought of who Imric was talking about.

"Anil? I'm afraid they won't agree to this."

"When I wear the Phoenix Crown and prove my status as the monarch of the elves to the world, whether I agree or not is not decided by Enil."

Unparalleled confidence, this is in line with Teclis's impression of Imrik.

Although Enil had taken the initiative to show goodwill to Caledor, when the trend came, these were just the status quo waiting to change.

"What are you going to do?"

"You will serve as a special envoy to persuade Queen Enil to accept this notice. I promise Lauren Loren's autonomy, but she must submit to the Phoenix Court."

"The Empire may have some complaints about this matter, which is equivalent to setting up an enclave of the Phoenix Court in their territory."

"It doesn't matter. I will be responsible for the negotiations with the White Wolf and the Church of the Twin-Tailed Comet. The Northern Lord will not mind the help of a powerful friendly army."

When talking about the situation in the old world, the Holy Fire of Asuryan changed, and a somewhat vague groan came from inside.

"Where am I?"

"I'm glad you have another chance to serve Ulthuan, Tyrion."

"Imrik? And Teclis?" Tyrion was confused for a moment. His memory always stayed in the period of fighting with Orion. He only remembered rushing into the temple in anger and despair and pulling out the Sword of Khaine.

Seeing his brother appear in a perfect posture, Teclis couldn't help but shed a few more tears in his eyes.

"You should call him His Majesty the Phoenix King now, my brother Tyrion." (End of this chapter)