Chapter 1309 Heed My Call, Fallen Heroes

After sighing, Imrik pinned the family's inherited sword to his belt, and with a helpless look on his face, he pulled out the Sword of Creation, which was decorated with countless wing-shaped flames.

The Sword of Creation, this artifact held by Asuryan in the elven legend, is the tool used by the cold gods to create the world.

Compared with the Holy Sword of Cain, which only symbolizes absolute killing and blood, the long sword representing the orthodox throne of the elves will not change its appearance according to the user's wishes. It also symbolizes absolute rules and order like Asuryan.

The white long sword is incompatible with the chaotic battlefield. When Imrik held the hilt with both hands and erected the artifact on the ground, his appearance changed in a trance, but it returned to normal in an instant.

A stream of air gushed out from the body of the Phoenix King, and a majestic and boundless pressure descended here. When facing fate, even those who regard the future as nothingness will feel despair.

The invisible stand prevented the greenskins from approaching the manifestation of this sacred existence. A pair of fiery white wings extended from behind Imrik, just like the omen of the coming of Asuryan in the legend.

Etira and Issarion, with their hands on their knees, slowly knelt on one knee, bowed their heads to show their submission to the manifestation of Asuryan's will.

Imrik's face gradually became divine, and the cold black and white mask seemed to have descended into the mortal world. His tone was low and empty, like an omen from the other side.

"Souls wandering in the Dragonbone Wasteland for thousands of years, I summon you here in the name of the son of Caledor, the Phoenix King... Use my blood as a sacrifice to call for the arrival of the heroic spirit."

A drop of blood flowed into the ground along the Sword of Creation, and endless light emerged from the darkness. In the invisible stand, the illusory figure rode the eternally loyal horse, and the worn-out but still clearly visible family emblem dragon armor stood silently before the Phoenix King.

There are not many people, only a hundred, but these illusory spirits, carrying the painful dreams of the dragon, wandered in the Dragonbone Wasteland for thousands of years. After being purified many times by Imrik, they were able to enjoy peace in the spiritual kingdom.

In other words, these brave warriors should not have appeared in the mortal world... But some things in the past, especially about the legendary warrior who turned into a sculpture and witnessed the return of the dragon horn from the Eight Peaks to Caledor, made Imrik change some of his thoughts on the undead.

Perhaps one day, they will gain eternal peace and enter the gate of Nisu to witness the cruelty of the Pale Queen, but now... the world still needs every available power.

The leader, wearing golden dragon armor, can still see his piercing eyes even in the spirit state.

"We respond to the call of the Phoenix King and the son of Caledor... and fight in the name of the Dragon Lord."

Imric nodded and sheathed the Sword of Creation. Compared with the evil call of the necromancer, this sacrifice from theocracy and monarchy is undoubtedly more sacred.

Although the essence is to bring souls back to the mortal world, but... I am the Phoenix King, so everything I do is reasonable.

"Sorry to bother you, Kasir..."

"No need to do so, by the order of Asuryan, you naturally have the power to summon us..." Kasir, who is famous for his handsomeness and loyalty in the history of Caledor, smiled: "Besides, you are the Dragon Lord, how can we feel troubled."

Needless to say, under the dual call of theocracy and monarchy, these heroes who voluntarily returned to the mortal world fully demonstrated what the "mysterious" power of Caledor is.

Compared to the Flame Knights who were mincing meat in the back, the Heroic Dragon Prince's destructive power was not as strong as that of a heavy tank, but because of the aftereffects of Asuryan's power and the inherent characteristics of the spirit body, he was like a ghost, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of all the enemies around him.

A clearly visible road gradually emerged with the cover of the Heroic Knights. The two people who had just knelt on one knee had completely different expressions after standing up.

Isharion's face looked a little strange, and his lips moved slightly and opened several times, as if he wanted to ask Imrik from a scholar's perspective whether this belonged to the category of necromancy.

As for Atila, she was a little surprised that the power of the Creator God was so easily displayed. She thought Imrik would release a large-scale flame to clear the field.

Imrik rolled his eyes at his wife. He was not worried about the impact of summoning Heroic Spirits. Compared with Malekith directly pulling out a wave of Heroic Spirits who died at the hands of Druzy, it was common sense for the Dragon Lord to summon the Dragon Prince.

"Then let's finish it quickly... I really hate having a housekeeper around."

"Heh, you must be missing the queen, or..."

The desire to survive made Imrick choose to run away directly, running straight to the passage opened by the Knight of Einherjar, and shouting again to Agrim who could already vaguely see.

"Shorty, I'll help you!"

"Shut up!" Agrim, who was constantly competing with the Big Belly King, couldn't help but roar to the left. He couldn't imagine that a dragon prince in a spirit state suddenly appeared and killed the greenskins.

You are so awesome, why do you still let the dwarves play? Call out hundreds of dragon princes earlier, and charge into the canyon, even the iron-skinned orcs will fall.

A minute later, Imrick, who rushed to Agrim's position, did not hesitate... and chose to watch the show from the sidelines. With the help of the Knight of Einherjar, he used swords and spears to deal with the approaching greenskin boy.

Seeing the elves appear, Agrim, who was a little relaxed, was almost defeated by the fierce attack of the Big Belly King who was also nervous about the appearance of the elves.

The dwarf had anticipated the way the elves would appear. He pierced the throat of the Big Belly King with a sword and quickly understood the matter, or he could force himself to leave and grab the biggest title.

But damn... just sitting there watching the show? Are you fighting or going on a picnic?

A mouthful of hot blood spurted out of Agrim's mouth. The Big Belly King was more ferocious than expected. After repelling Agrim, he looked at Imrik who seemed to be working hard, and his fat face was solemn.

Black Fang and the Green Prophet said that if the boss with pointed ears appeared, they must leave and let the black orc army besiege them and then solve them...

But the Big Belly King was definitely not a cowardly goblin. He had long been overwhelmed by waaagh. He chopped off the orange-haired dwarf and killed the boss with pointed ears. I am the most waaaagh greenskin!

A piece of meat that looked particularly strange was swallowed whole by the Big Belly King in the solemn eyes of Imrik and the vigilant eyes of Agrim.

Agrim, who had retreated to the side of Imrik, took the healing potion handed over by the Phoenix King, stuffed two mouthfuls at random, complained that it would be better to give him two bottles of Bergman beer, and pointed at the Big Belly King and asked.

"He can recover by eating... Can you tell what kind of meat it is?"

"Hydra, abyss siren, manticore, wyvern... He just ate all the beasts you can think of in the old world." (End of this chapter)