Chapter 1345 The Four Great Demons

Apart from the faint sound of breathing, there was no movement in the dim and lightless collapsed tunnel.

The wind cannot flow in, the light is blocked by the rocks, and the senses are completely useless when walking here. Except for holding the rock wall with your hands to make sure you are moving forward, it is difficult to judge whether this is reality or nothingness.

The sword pierced the throat of a mouse. The arrogant elf pinched the assassin's tail and lifted it with one hand.

"The Thirteenth... Then Master Death, as the spokesperson of the Lord of the Night, why did you lure me here? Could it be that your disgusting Great Horned Evil God has prepared a grand welcome ceremony for me, and I can't wait to see you The destruction of the Rats.”

No one responded to his greetings, which made Imrik very helpless. He had no choice but to throw the still squirming black-faced assassin mouse on the ground and step on it hard with his combat boots, making this miserable little mouse become the food of their evil god.

Master Death did not dare to come forward. He could not figure out the details of that elf. Assassins were never a profession that involved passionate life-and-death fights with enemies. A fatal blow was the true teaching of the Lord of the Night.

It's a pity that he missed many opportunities. Maybe it was out of timidity, fear of dying in the dwarf's mountain fortress, or maybe he was worried that if he was caught, his fate would be far less lucky than Black Thirteen's, and he would suffer endless hardships. torture.

The chase continues, and the underground tunnels that should have given the rats a great advantage have now turned into a cat-and-mouse game. Whenever the Death Master stays in one place for a little longer, he will be swiftly attacked by the elves.

It might have been a day, or it might have been countless days, but Imric could clearly feel that the eyes from the other side of the world were always paying attention to this deep underground, not only the horned rat, but also a more evil will...

"Stop, stop, stop..."

"Shut up, Asuyan!"

Holding the Sword of Creation tightly, Imrik scolded the cold whispers in his mind. Unlike Kane, the gods above have not dissipated. When the world still needs the power of the platinum phoenix, there is only one that still exists. significance.

The duel ceremony with Aenarion a hundred years ago caused Asuryan to fall into a deep sleep. However, as the name of the Phoenix King spread over the past hundred years, the gradually unified belief characteristics of the three spirits seemed to awaken this indifferent observer. gods.

"Stop your footsteps. Ahead is the Demonic Chaos Realm... Asuyan is right. You cannot set foot in that position now."

The giant snake, which had not appeared for a long time, turned into a shadow and lingered around the Phoenix King's neck, with its forked tongue sticking out, as if sensing the cold temperament coming from the endless darkness.

"The conspiracy of the Great Horned Rat is only to induce you to take the steps to ascend to the gods and look around."

Hundreds of dimensional stone fireballs were boiling and boiling with souls as fuel. The mountain that should have been inaccessible to the body now turned into an upside-down and ruined maze.

The souls of humans, greenskins, and ratmen are entangled with each other, turning into wisps of sacrificial power to the Chaos Demon Realm.

"So..."

Before the elf could conclude, an extremely obscure arc flashed out from the broken lens. A giant rat with four horns on its head, a scimitar like lightning, wrapped around the obscure evil force and struck directly at the Phoenix King's neck.

The Sword of Creation easily cut off the scimitar in the giant rat's hand, and the gas-like force that flowed out also cut through the rat's huge, rugged horns.

The Great Rat Demon Deceiver...

The role of the Deceiver is only to attack carefully. The heavily armored halberd-wielding warrior, when the Deceiver's horn was cut off, broke through the space barrier, held the halberd and stabbed it directly, hitting the Elf's chest.

Compared to his martial arts, Imric was not inferior to these despicable rat demons. He dodged the Deceiver's triangular darts sideways, and the Sword of Creation accurately stabbed the tip of the Warbringer's halberd.

But something didn't feel right. The dimensional stone halberd did not make any sound like a crystal shattering. Instead, it felt like it had stabbed a ball of cotton.

A cloud of poisonous mist suddenly erupted from the point where the long sword struck. The dimensional stone halberd that could pierce all armor in the world seemed to have turned into a biological weapon, eager to spray poison and plague to devour the troublesome elves.

The Holy Fire of Asuryan, which restrained the evil power of Chaos, moved with Imric's thoughts, and the poisonous mist flying toward his eyes turned into nothingness. However, this little time was enough for Skaven's most warlike demon— —War Messenger, delivering a fatal blow.

Another halberd passed through the barrier of Asuryan's holy fire. Imrik's expression was extremely calm. He stretched out his free left hand towards the piercing position of the halberd. As long as he caught this rat, even if the horned rat was in the mortal world with He was confident of killing any trouble in the twilight zone of the Chaos Demon Realm immediately.

But the rats had absolutely no martial virtues. The thick ink-like dimensional stone lightning successfully hit the Phoenix King's left arm amidst the laughter.

Although it did not penetrate the defense of Caledor's armor, it was enough to stop the elf's movements.

In just one second when the poisonous mist sprayed out, the halberd pierced Caledor's armor, an artifact that had not shown any wear and tear in hundreds of years...

Although there is an inconspicuous scar on the abdomen, it will not affect Imrik's actions. Under the slightly surprised gaze of the Demon War Messenger, he waved his backhand, like a huge slap on the rat's stinky face. .

The power of the humanoid dragon was by no means a boast. The Phoenix King, who was suffocating in his heart due to the piercing of his family armor, sent the war envoy flying a hundred meters away with one blow.

Four figures emerged from the broken maze after devouring all the souls that had fallen into the abyss. This maze was broken into pieces and exuded the filthy smell of decay, with pain, lies, despair, deception... wandering around every corner.

The extension of the Great Horned Rat's divine domain, it seems that the real plan of the rats is me...

"Warbringer, Deceiver, Corrupter, Dimensional Prophet... You really prepared a funeral for me that meets the standards of the Phoenix King. Are you trying to imitate the siege of Aenarion for six thousand years?"

Generally speaking, the conditions for the Great Demon to appear in the mortal world are very harsh. Even if the dense chaotic energy of the Twilight Tide blurs the boundary between reality and the demonic realm, a large number of souls are required as sacrifices.

As for the creatures that died in the Dreadnought Canyon, at most two Great Demons can be satisfied with the teleportation ritual. The only possibility is that the stingy Great Horned Rat overdrew some of its power from the mortal world.

"Lord of the Elves, your power will make up for the vacancy of the Great Horned God..."

"We will also be promoted from your body."

"The soul of the Ancient Saint... I really look forward to what it tastes like."

"The Cold Will will be silent forever."

Four different voices tell the different demands of the Great Horned Rat. Each Great Demon is essentially a fragment of the gods, and the Great Horned Rat undoubtedly wants to swallow the elves whole.

"Is that so..." Imrik smiled, his eyes looking towards the end of the maze that was emitting a purple glow.

"Slaanesh, don't you seize the opportunity? If I am eaten by the Great Horned Rat, all the elven souls you desire will become disgusting and dirty rats."

The one who responded to the Phoenix King was a strange reptile with four hands and eight legs. Under his rotten purple skin, there were echoes of the elves' wailing...

Imrik's smile gradually stopped. Some of the souls that called at that moment were very familiar to him, and some were very strange, but there was no doubt that they were all Asur.

"The soul sacrificed by Moras... How dare you mention the sins she committed in front of me!"

The angry will turned into cold power. The platinum phoenix spread its wings from the temple and flew towards those who attempted to provoke, using flames as its body to purify everything.

The crisp cry dispersed the rift between the mortal world and the demonic realm... (End of this chapter)