Chapter 1058 Better to Die than to Live

After a fierce battle for half a day, Elvis, covered in blood, evacuated from the center of the battlefield under the cover of the last Red Scale Knight.

He was lucky enough to see the feats of one man against the enemy from someone other than the prince, but what emerged in his heart was not admiration, but despair...

It is no exaggeration to say that Tyrion is now more powerful than the twelfth Eternal God Chosen Isava Kuhl, and the latter still needs Magnus, the two patron saints of the empire, to sacrifice his life for the fight. , how could he, Elvis, be as capable as the most powerful man born in the empire in two thousand years?

The self-confidence built up over the years was almost shattered at this moment.

After drinking the potion to replenish his physical strength, Elvis stared at Tyrion who was slaughtering in the center of the battlefield.

"Let Drachnir teleport here? With his strength, he will definitely be able to hold Tyrion back.

No, he is the future of Caledor, and everything we do is to see Caledor led by him return to its ancient glory. "

While the Grand Master was deep in thought, the priest wearing a colorful feather crown came up behind him and said, "The choice of the gods, the altar is ready, and the serpent's coming ceremony can be held at any time."

"How many people died?" Elvis asked in a low voice. He did not believe that the number of Druzi who died on the battlefield could satisfy the demand for the altar.

There are many forms of sacrifices, and using the blood of devout believers as sacrifices will undoubtedly satisfy the needs faster.

"Three thousand four hundred and seventy-four people."

Elvis did not ask what the composition of these people was. It was obvious that he underestimated the strength of the Kane sect. It was extremely difficult to deal with just the Helibens. It suddenly seemed that there was an incarnation of a god as a leader.

Failure, this is something that is absolutely not tolerated in Caledor, since the choice was made to let the army of ancestors pass first.

Life is a stain on the family, death is the honor of a warrior.

Elvis already had the answer in mind.

"Change the ritual prayer to the god and set the target to Nakai and Pakal."

Priest Furui Muha's eyes showed surprise, but he quickly suppressed his uneasiness and emphasized in a subtle way.

"The current number of sacrifices is not enough to successfully summon the Holy Wanderer and the Incarnation of the God. If necessary, we can strategically rest with the help of the Serpent Coming to the World Ritual."

Strategic rest... Elvis smiled inwardly and said it nicely, but he was just clearing the way to allow the Cain sect to pass.

"Do as I say, tighten the front and let the Dragon Gate Legion temporarily stop the enemy."

"What do you think?" The priest's uneasiness became stronger, but there was also a touch of hope in his heart. The time of sacrifice has come, and we are sacrificing our blood to the god for a more ambitious goal.

"I will preside over the ceremony, and after the war is over, Orthea will be recalled to the sect, and she will take over the position of Grand Master."

The priest bowed his head in silence. The Grand Master would use his own blood to open the way to the battlefield for the two ancient saints, even if he believed that the lives of some believers were meaningless compared with the divine choices.

"Your will."

Walking to the edge of the obsidian altar, Elvis took one last look to the southwest. He had not returned to his hometown for a long time, and he did not know whether the wind and rain flowers in Fengxiao City were as lush as he remembered.

And Princess Margaret... I can only say sorry. Personal emotions are meaningless compared with family honor.

Sklarzak's deep roar came out. He and Ingersoth were trying to delay Tyrion as much as possible, but the situation was still very bad. The dragon was a living target for Kane's incarnation. When a Silver Moon Dragon was After beheading with one sword, everyone knew that the outcome of the war would become increasingly unpredictable.

"Have you figured it out? Drachnir has completely inherited his father's power. Even if he cannot defeat Tyrion, it is not difficult to hold him back.

With just one word, he could come from the Dragon Gate. "

"He is our hope and I can't let Draknir take such a big risk."

"So you chose to commit suicide? What a stupid idea, but in this way, I will be free."

"Yes, you are free, Sklarzak. If you have a chance, say sorry to Margaret for me."

"It's sad. You have great sacrifices in your mind, but you still remember emotions in your heart. You elves are really strange creatures."

"Yes, we elves are so strange." Elvis took off Quij's armor and inserted the blade of vengeance with its tip flattened into his abdomen.

The blood slid along the red line in the center of the sword to the hilt, and fell into the altar drop by drop.

He exerted a little more force until the sword blade stabbed out of his back.

A smile appeared on Elvis's face, a smile of relief.

"Tyrion couldn't accept what happened in reality and chose to pull out the sword of Kane to evade responsibility, but I am different. The son of Hallandur will never be cowardly..."

The blood flowed very fast, from a drop of water to a stream, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

"You hear me, Sotek, I'm going to win this war!"

"I heard……"

A smile of relief appeared on Elvis's face. It was still too late. Tyrion could not reach the place of decisive battle. The dragon army would definitely crush the Witch King's conspiracy. His Highness would realize our long-cherished wish and become the unquestionable leader of all elves. monarch.

By then, there should be no more tragic fate like the Tai brothers...

Elvis fell into a pool of blood on the altar, like a stone sinking into the sea, disappearing the moment it sank.

But this stone caused the sea to stir up violent waves, but the altar the size of a carriage gushed out like a viscous scarlet liquid, splashing around like a volcano erupting.

The choice of the ancient saint who responded to Elvis' call was not Nakai. The Holy Wanderer had little interest in Druzy. He only responded to the call of the God and continued to search for the lost holy objects in the endless wasteland.

When Pakal, this sharp-minded giant lizard appeared under the bloody magma, two lines of clear liquid inexplicably flowed from his high-raised crocodile eyes.

His body was larger than before, and his body was covered with scars left by the battle with the Skaven.

The Holy Seal Giant Lizard did not have the legendary experience of his elder brother Nakai, and there was no gold ornaments on the surface of his body that symbolized honor, but it was this lack of decoration that proved its purity.

A war machine specially made by Sotek.

The giant hammer forged from an unknown metal was held tightly in Pakal's hand. He ignored the pious posture of the surrounding priests who knelt down and rushed straight to the incarnation of Cain who was still slaughtering wantonly.

Tyrion also obviously noticed the terrifying beast's earth-shaking charge. He smiled disdainfully. Only inferior products like lizardmen would despise beauty.

But the laughter soon stopped. When he chopped the giant lizard's thigh with Cain's holy sword, the imagined cut did not occur, leaving only a bloody mark deep enough to see the bone on its body surface.

As for the impact of the giant lizard caused by contempt, even with the protection of Aenarion's dragon armor, Tyrion still felt that his internal organs were trembling violently.

Divine power protection layer...

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Tyrion knew that Sotek was serious. The elf boy just now was at best a chosen one of God, and the giant lizard now was the incarnation of the will in the mortal world.