Chapter 1154 "Bilak"

Bilak... The Lord of Shadows has returned to this world at some point.

He has no memory of the Great Crusade. Although he crowned Esava Kur personally, the ambitions of the Kurgans are beyond the imagination of the Lord of Shadows.

Moreover, the Lord of Shadows does not think that the Kurgans can achieve the goal of destroying the world. The fact that the grassland tribes can cross the Bridge of Prager is already a great victory for Chaos.

A proper Chaos invasion can make mortals fear the dark gods, destroy their weak gods and beliefs, destroy farmland and villages, slaughter all the rebellious lambs, and lead the people into the Chaos Demon Realm.

This is the duty of eternity... not chosen.

Bilak, who possessed the body of a Chaos warlord, easily slashed the flesh of the White Wolf Knight in front of him with his shadow sword. The sturdy armor of the dwarf master could not save his life. The warrior who devoutly believed in Ulric had his soul taken away by the shadow.

The dark-skinned warlord ordered his men to sweep the village and kill all those who could resist.

He looked down at the woman curled up on the ground, and an impulse inexplicably emerged in his heart.

After losing his body, he had completely abandoned physical desires. His only goal in this life was to become a dark god, but this time, he actually had an impulse.

This impulse came suddenly and violently, but it was extremely persistent.

The warlord possessed by Bilak grabbed the woman's throat and licked her incredibly delicate skin for a peasant woman with his tongue.

"It's interesting... Woman, you have successfully attracted my attention."

With endless desire, Bilak brought this imperial woman to a wooden house.

He will regret this decision for the rest of his life. The Chaos Gods once again fooled the disrespectful, allowing Bilak to crown the sin he created as the Eternal Chosen God with his own hands, and witness Archaon bringing destruction to the entire mortal world.

Three hours later, after solving the problem, Bilak felt a soreness in his body. As soon as he walked out of the wooden house, he saw the controlled Norse warriors rushing over.

"Warlord, several groups of imperial cavalry are heading to our location."

"Imperial cavalry?" Bilak's ferocious smile showed that he was very happy with the arrival of the people. If he was not satisfied, he would kill them again. It was that simple.

However, the situation was somewhat different from what he expected. After Bilak used his supreme divine power to deal with the cavalry squads coming and going, he was surprised to find that thousands of elite knights had already pointed their spears at this Norsca warband when he walked to the inland of the empire.

"This is impossible..." Bilak thought to himself. He was only possessed by a medium-sized warband warlord. The ones that could attract the attention of the empire should be the large warbands.

Although he was surprised, Bilak would not be merciful. Even if this warlord died, it would have no effect on the Lord of Shadows.

After killing hundreds of elite knights of the empire, Bilak finally met an opponent.

An extremely strange, but seemingly very familiar elf.

Imrik, who stood alone in front of the Chaos Warband, placed his palm on the Sword of Creation. The Phoenix King, who had changed his crown into Caledor Armor, had returned from a stale and incomparable warrior to a brave warrior.

The elf spoke calmly, his eyes full of amusement and observation.

"Bilak... how do you feel about meeting me?"

"You are..." Bilak was not panicked after his identity was revealed. The Lord of Shadows could clearly feel the strong aura of Asuryan on the visitor, which was no less than that of Aenarion in ancient times.

The Elven God-God has the power to rival the Dark Gods, and his God-chosen one is no less powerful than the Chief Demon.

"Today's Phoenix King."

Imrik nodded thoughtfully. The Chaos Realm lacks the concept of time, so many things cannot be speculated by common sense.

Perhaps this Bilak was an illusion created by the Chaos Gods with their supreme power in order to fulfill their destiny of destroying the world...

But it is also possible that the Bilak in the Great Holy War was an illusion. After all, apart from the explosion that caused Praag to collapse, there was no trace of the Lord of Shadows.

"I have heard of your name for a long time. The first mortal who offered his soul to the Dark Gods, Bilak, the Lord of Shadows. I am the eleventh Phoenix King Imrik... On the battlefield, I prefer to be called the Dragon Lord."

Imrik slowly drew out the Sword of Creation. In the afterglow of the Holy Fire of Asuryan, the consciousness of Bilak hidden in the warlord's body clearly emerged in the world.

It was an indistinguishable shadow. No one knew what the essence of the Lord of Shadows was. He distorted too many things, causing Bilak to be a monster even by the standards of demons.

"Dragon Lord?" Bilak sneered, and his ethereal voice echoed in the throat of the Chaos warlord, with an unpredictable echo.

"When will the dragon lord of Caledor be willing to set foot on the territory of the Empire and fight for the barbaric and backward monkeys?"

Imric did not respond, and the sword of creation in his hand shone with dazzling white light in the dim air.

That was enough power to fight against the dark gods. He walked forward slowly, his tone calm: "How pathetic, a chess piece regarded as a toy by the dark gods, from the day you offered your loyalty to Chaos, your soul will never belong to you."

Imric's words hit Be'lak's heart like a heavy hammer, making his unrecognizable shadow body tremble. He called himself the Lord of Shadows, but in the eyes of the dark gods, he was just a tool, a chess piece serving Chaos.

"Chess piece?" Bilak's voice revealed a bit of self-mockery, "Maybe, but even if I am a chess piece, I have my own choices and paths. And you, Dragon Lord, who are you fighting for? For your fragile elves, or for those mortals who believe in Sigmar?"

Imrik's steps became slower and slower, and he couldn't help but laugh like thunder: "A demon questioned why I was fighting? This world is becoming more and more absurd. There is no excuse, no reason, my duty is to kill you and ensure the continuation of the Elven Empire.

Hypocrisy and ignorance, high-sounding rhetoric cannot explain this decision, because this is my attitude towards the Chaos Gods."

Bilak still wanted to use the past verbal offensive to make the Phoenix King's inner barrier fall by itself, but Imrik was not a person who liked to talk nonsense, especially for demons. If you can use a knife, you must never use your mouth.

The breath of a dragon often arrives one step ahead of a greeting.

The radiance of the Sword of Creation burned everything around it. All the Norse mortals favored by Be'lakor covered their eyes and paid a heavy price for looking directly at the power of the gods.

And after seeing the power of Asuryan displayed by the Sword of Creation, Be'lakor knew that the situation was not good and ran away. (End of this chapter)