Chapter 1064 Malekith Draws His Sword!

Kane's holy sword flew towards Malekith, beyond everyone's expectation.

The two main gods of the elven pantheon have only once in history bestowed favors on mortals, and this time they happened to be targeting the same mortal...

The other identity of this mortal is Malekith's father...

"Stop him!"

Imrik pretended to be surprised and ordered all the dragon princes who were physically burning Druzy to turn their eyes to Kane's holy sword.

Kane's holy sword was extremely fast, much faster than the dragon. The deceleration magic cast by Belannar did not bother the bloody hand god, but in the blink of an eye, it appeared in front of Malekith.

The anger of the white dwarf was like Grimnir in the world. Although he did not have a clear advantage in the bloody battle with Malekith, the difference in their mentality had already determined the outcome of the battle.

Even though Malekith had betrayed countless people, he was unwilling to repeat his past fate for his only friend who he felt guilty about...

The holy sword of Cain fell in front of Malekith and turned into a Phoenix King's scepter shining with infinite light. Once upon a time, he also met the artifact that dominated the fate of the elves in the sword altar.

But with just one glance, he knew that he must not make the same mistake as his father...

At this point, Cain actually favored him?

Malekith couldn't help but sneer in his heart. He was the destined monarch of the elves. Even if he died in the war, he was the orthodox identity of the Chosen of Asuryan.

Definitely not a slave of Cain!

Malekith, with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, wiped the blood with divine power with the back of his hand and looked at his best friend Snorri.

"Let's continue. Before I became the Phoenix King, I was still your friend, Snorri.

Past betrayal is a choice, but it does not mean that I will succumb to any temptation."

"Malekith..." The white dwarf whispered the name of the oathbreaker in his heart. He seemed to see the proud Prince of Nagarythe in the bloody man in front of him.

"Then continue. We will go to the underworld together, Malekith. I hope you can forget all your obsessions in your life after death..."

"Maybe, but since I am not dead yet, I am willing to pay a lot for power..."

The Sword of Creation, a divine weapon given to Malekith by Asuryan himself, is difficult to match the Sword of Khaine in terms of destructive power alone, but the divine power contained is enough to turn the battlefield.

"All the dead elves, obey Asuryan's call and appear in this world.

Malekith, son of Aenarion, needs your power in the name of the Phoenix King!"

All the dead elves... Imrik looked at the whirlpool blocked by the Annulli Mountains with interest. He didn't know whether Malekith could use the power of Asuryan to summon the ancestral dragon tamer.

If there is such a divine power...then he must have done something stupid.

When the whirlpool has not yet collapsed, the number of souls that can be summoned from the underworld does not seem to be too many, and this place is very far from the Isle of the Dead, not the central location of Ulthuan.

The first person to be summoned was the Conqueror King who sank in the Nagaryth Sea.

"Imrik" looked struggling, looking at the soaring dragon army above his head, and the Phoenix Guards and Naggarond Black Guards walking side by side around him, his cold face was so angry that his teeth were clenched.

"Malekith, I never thought that you would use the power of Asuryan to desecrate the dead. Do you think that you can resist Caledor by waking me from the underworld?!"

The red-armored conqueror king was recognized by everyone present. There were dozens of murals in the Dragon Palace that depicted the greatness of the third Phoenix King.

And such blasphemy against Caledor undoubtedly made the dragon princes want to eat Malekith alive.

The second person to appear was Caledor II, the arrogant Phoenix King. After entering the battlefield, he was still proud and disdained Malekith's summons, and even kicked away a Naggarond black guard who came too close.

"Get out of the way, the dirty Druzy is not worthy to stand beside Caledor."

But when he looked at his father and the familiar figure in the sky, his face was relieved and he called out loudly.

"Descendant of your great ancestor, there is no need to worry too much. There are only two dead souls here..."

"Shut up!" Malekith's face was gloomy. His intended target was his father Aenarion, but he never thought that he would summon two Caledor Phoenix Kings. Who will be next?

Butcher King Tetris?

Fortunately, the power of Asuryan is also reliable. The next person to be resurrected from the underworld is not Caledor Phoenix King Tetris, but the poet king Isis who is quite famous in Ulthuan.

A group of people who have left a great reputation in the history of the elves have submitted to the power of Asuryan. If he continues to use his magical powers, perhaps Imrik's father Mikhail, who is sleeping in the ancestral tomb, will wake up.

Seeing that the situation is not quite as expected, Imrik still decides to launch an attack, but the doubts in his heart have not diminished.

When is Lilith going to take action?

Soon, Prince Caledor got the answer.

Under the protection of Masno and other dragon princes, the white dwarf got rid of the entanglement of the dead souls and continued to fight with Malekith.

At this time, he had completely shed the symbol of the wisdom and authority of the Supreme King and transformed into a reckoner of Grimnir's anger.

The battle axe left by his father always overwhelmed the sword of creation. In order to reverse the situation, Malekith consumed too much of the divine power given by Asuryan.

On the contrary, the white dwarf seemed to be stared at by the three pillars of the ancestors, with a body as hard as iron, inexhaustible energy, and anger that could not be released anywhere.

In a counterattack, Malekith missed and was left with a deep bone scar on his chest by the white dwarf's battle axe.

Am I going to die? Dying in the hands of a close friend seems to be a good ending.

In a trance, when the hideous and angry roaring face of the white dwarf came into his eyes, Malekith thought of his father.

That was the most memorable time in his life. His father taught him martial arts, his mother taught him magic, and he lived in the court of Nagarys...

I can't die, I haven't fulfilled my father's will and become the Phoenix King!

The burst of will allowed Malekith to block the fierce attack of the battle axe head-on, and the fearless Phoenix Guards walked to the side of the Chosen One, intercepting the pursuit of the white dwarf with their flesh and blood.

But with the addition of another force, the pressure on the Phoenix Guards suddenly increased, and the Flame Knights launched an attack from the flank.

The situation is critical. Those who were summoned by the power of Asuryan are obviously unwilling to obey Malekith. They are all playing with the dragon princes.

As Malekith was severely injured, some elves who were originally Caledor were already swinging their weapons randomly and asking their descendants about the situation of the kingdom.

"I..." Malekith was a little discouraged. This was the last time. The son of Aenarion had no chance to challenge the throne of the Phoenix King again.

"No, you still have a chance. Pull out the Sword of Khaine!" (End of this chapter)