Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

In the dim and lightless collapsed tunnel, there was no sound except for the faint sound of breathing.

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

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

"The thirteenth... Then Master Death, as the spokesperson of the Lord of 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 can't wait to see the demise of this rat?"

No one responded to his greeting, which made Imrick helpless. He had to throw the still squirming black-faced assassin rat to the ground and stomped hard with his boots, turning the poor little rat into food for their evil god.

The Master of Death did not dare to show up, as he had no idea of ​​the elf's background. An assassin was not a profession that required passionate fighting with the enemy for life and death; a single fatal strike was the true teaching of the Lord of Night.

Unfortunately, he missed many opportunities, perhaps because he was cowardly and afraid of dying in the dwarf's castle, or perhaps because he was worried that if he was caught, his fate would be far less fortunate than Black Thirteen and he would suffer endless torture.

The chase continued. The underground tunnels, which should have been a great advantage for rats, now turned into a game of cat and mouse. Whenever the Master of Death stayed in one place for a while, he would be attacked swiftly by the elves.

Maybe it was just one day, or maybe it was countless days, but Imrik could clearly feel that the eyes from the other side of the world were always paying attention to this deep underground. It was not just the big horned rat, but also a more evil will...

“Stop, stop, stop…”

"Shut up, Asuyan!"

Holding the Sword of Creation tightly, Imrik whispered the cold whispers coming from his mind. Unlike Cain, the God of Gods did not dissipate. As long as the world still needs the power of the Platinum Phoenix, his existence still has meaning.

The duel ceremony with Aenarion a hundred years ago caused Asuryan to fall into a deep sleep, but with the spread of the name of the Phoenix King over the past hundred years, the gradually unified faith characteristics of the three spirits seem to have awakened this indifferent and onlooker god.

"Stop your steps. The Chaos Demon Realm is ahead... Asuyan is right. You cannot set foot in that place now."

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

"The Horned Rat's conspiracy is only to lure you onto the steps to godhood. Look around you."

Hundreds of dimensional stone fireballs rolled and boiled with souls as fuel. The mountain that should have been impossible to step on with physical body turned into an upside-down and ruined maze.

The souls of humans, greenskins, and ratmen are entangled with each other, turning into strands of power that are sacrificed to the Chaos Realm.

"so……"

Before the elf could summarize, an extremely obscure arc flashed out from the broken lens, and a giant rat with four horns on its head, with a scimitar as fast as lightning, rushed straight to the back of the Phoenix King's neck with obscure evil power.

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

Rat-like demon fraudster...

The role of the Deceiver was only to attack. As soon as the Deceiver's horns were cut off, the heavily armored halberd-wielding warrior broke through the barrier of space, grasped the halberd and stabbed it suddenly, hitting the elf's chest.

In terms of martial arts, Imrik is no less capable than these despicable demons. He dodged the trickster's triangular darts and accurately stabbed the tip of the war bringer's halberd with the Sword of Creation.

But the feeling was not right. The dimensional stone halberd did not make any shattering sound like crystal, but instead it felt like it had pierced a ball of cotton.

A cloud of poisonous mist suddenly spurted out from the place where the long sword had stabbed. The dimensional stone halberd that could pierce all the armor in the mortal world seemed to have turned into a biological weapon, spraying poison and plague impatiently to devour the troublesome elves. The holy fire of Asuryan, which restrained the evil power of chaos, moved with Imrik's thoughts, and the poisonous mist flying towards his eyes turned into nothingness. However, this time was enough for the most warlike demon of the Skaven, the Warbringer, to stab a fatal blow.

Another halberd pierced through the barrier of Asuryan's holy fire. Imrik looked extremely calm. He stretched out his empty left hand to the place where the halberd was stabbed. As long as he caught the rat, he was confident that he could kill it immediately even if the big horned rat was causing trouble in the gray area between the mortal world and the Chaos Demon Realm.

But rats have no martial ethics at all. The dark-ink dimensional stone lightning successfully hit the Phoenix King's left arm amidst the squeaky laughter.

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

In the short one second when the poison mist was sprayed, the halberd pierced through the Caledor armor, a divine weapon that had not been worn for a hundred years...

Although there was an inconspicuous scar on his abdomen, it would not affect Imrik's movements. Under the slightly surprised gaze of the Great Demon War Envoy, he swung his hand back, like a huge slap on the rat's stinky face.

The power of the humanoid dragon was no exaggeration. The Phoenix King was furious because his ancestral armor was pierced, and he blew the war messenger away a hundred meters with one blow.

Four figures, after devouring all the souls that fell into the abyss, emerged from the broken maze. The maze was shattered and exuded a foul smell of decay. Pain, lies, despair, deception... lingered in every corner.

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

"Warbringer, Deceiver, Corrupter, Dimensional Prophet... You really have prepared a funeral for me worthy of the Phoenix King. Are you trying to emulate the six thousand year siege of Aenarion?"

Generally speaking, the conditions for a great demon to appear in the mortal world are very harsh. Even with the dense chaotic energy of the Dusk Tide blurring the boundary between reality and the devil's realm, a large number of souls are required as sacrifices.

Considering the number of creatures that died in the Fearless Fort Canyon, at most they could satisfy the teleportation ritual of two great demons. So the only possibility was that the stingy Horned Rat had overdrawn some of its power from the mortal world.

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

"We will also be promoted from your body."

"The soul of an ancient saint... I really look forward to what it feels like."

"The Cold Will will remain silent forever."

Four different voices expressed the different demands of the Horned Rat. Each great demon was essentially a fragment of a god, and the Horned Rat undoubtedly wanted to swallow the elves whole.

"Really..." Imrik smiled and glanced towards the end of the maze that was emitting a faint purple glow.

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

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

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

"The soul that Moras sacrificed... 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 it. It used flames as its body to purify everything.

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