Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

With a sigh, Imrick put the family's inherited sword into his belt, and with a helpless look on his face, he drew out the Sword of Creation decorated with countless wing-shaped flames.

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

Compared to the Sword of Khaine, which only symbolizes absolute killing and blood, the long sword representing the legitimate 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 pure white sword was out of place on 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 returned to normal in an instant.

A stream of air surged out from the Phoenix King's body, and boundless pressure descended upon him. When facing fate, even those who regarded the future as nothingness would feel despair.

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

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

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

"Souls that have wandered in the Dragonbone Wasteland for thousands of years, I summon you in the name of the Phoenix King, the son of Caledor, to come here... Use my blood as a sacrifice and call for the arrival of the heroic spirits."

A drop of blood flowed from the Sword of Creation into the ground. Endless light emerged from the darkness. In the invisible stand, an illusory figure rode the eternally loyal horse, and the shabby dragon armor with the family crest still clearly visible stood silently before the Phoenix King.

There are not many of them, only a few hundred, but these illusory spirits have been wandering in the Dragonbone Wasteland for thousands of years, carrying the painful dreams of dragons. After being purified many times by Imrik, they can finally 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 the legendary warrior who turned into a sculpture and witnessed forever the return of the dragon horn from the Eight Peaks to the hands of Caledor, made Imrik change his thoughts on the undead.

Perhaps one day, they will find eternal peace and pass through the gates of Nissu to bear witness to the cruelty of the Pale Queen, but for now... the world needs every bit of strength it can.

The leader was wearing golden dragon armor, and even though he was in a spiritual state, his bright eyes could still be seen.

"We answer the call of the Phoenix King and the Sons of Caledor... and fight in the name of the Dragon Lord."

Imrik nodded and sheathed the Sword of Creation. Compared to the evil summons of the necromancer, this sacrifice from theocracy and monarchy was undoubtedly more sacred.

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

"Excuse me, Cahill..."

"No need to do that. You naturally have the power to summon us by the order of Asuryan..." Kasir, who is famous in the history of Caledor for his handsomeness and loyalty, smiled and said, "Besides, you are the Dragon Lord. How can we be troubled?"

Needless to say, under the dual call of divine power and royal power, 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 rear, the Heroic Dragon Prince's destructive power was not enough to match that of a heavy tank, but because of the lingering power of Asuryan and the inherent characteristics of the spirit, he was like a ghost, ruthlessly reaping the lives of all the enemies around him.

A clear 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 God of Creation was so easily displayed. She thought Imrik would release a large-scale flame to clear the venue.

Imrick rolled his eyes at his wife. He was not worried about the impact of summoning heroes. Compared to Malekith's direct call out of a wave of heroes who died at the hands of Druzil, 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."

"Oh, 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 Heroic Knight, and shouted again to Agrim who could already be vaguely seen.

"Shorty, let me help you!"

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

You are so powerful, why do you still let the dwarves appear? Just call out hundreds of dragon princes earlier and charge into the canyon. Even the iron-skinned orcs will fall down.

A minute later, Imrick arrived at Agrim's location and did not hesitate... He chose to watch the show from the sidelines. With the help of the Heroic Knights, he used both sword and spear to deal with the approaching green-skinned 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 dwarves had anticipated the way the elves would appear: pierce the throat of the Big Belly King with a sword and quickly understand the matter, or force themselves out and grab the greatest title.

But what the hell... just sitting there and watching the show? Are you fighting a war or going on a picnic?

A mouthful of hot blood spurted out from 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 on the side, with a solemn expression on his fat face.

Black Fang and Green Prophet said that if the pointy-eared boss shows up, they must leave and let the black orc army surround him before dealing with him...

But the Big Belly King is definitely not a cowardly goblin. He has long been overwhelmed by waaagh. He chopped down the orange-haired dwarf and killed the pointy-eared boss. I am the waaaaghest greenskin!
A piece of meat that looked particularly strange was swallowed whole by the Big Belly King under the solemn gaze of Imrik and the vigilant gaze of Agrim.

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

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

"Hydras, abyssal krakens, manticores, wyverns... all the beasts you can think of in the old world were eaten by him just now." (End of this chapter)