Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

The entire venue suddenly fell into silence, as if time had been frozen in an instant.

There was an indescribable oppression in the air, and even breathing became heavy and difficult. The wind blew gently, and the leaves on Dursu's body made a rustling sound, as if whispering the elves' inner thoughts. The occasional sobbing sounded particularly harsh and sad in this silent atmosphere.

The Asurs on the verge of collapse either stood there in a daze or slumped in their seats. Their faces were as pale as paper, and they could not believe what they heard. Their eyes were filled with shock and confusion. The faith deep in their hearts collapsed in an instant, and their beliefs and pride were ruthlessly torn apart. The glory and traditions that they once believed in became illusory at this moment.

Every word and sentence of Dacus was like a heavy hammer, hitting their fragile hearts.

"This is impossible... This is impossible..." Marlene murmured in a low voice, tears flashing in her eyes. She knew that everything Daxus said was correct, so correct that she couldn't even find any point of rebuttal.

Yelian clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white, anger and despair intertwined. His body was shaking constantly, and he, like the other Asur, was crushed by Dacus' words.

After hearing what Dacreus said, Isharion had no intention of getting up from the ground. He just lay there blankly, looking at the sky.

Seraphion sat there from beginning to end without any movement, but his eyes became dull, lost and bewildered. He seemed to be attacked by magic, and his already old face became even older and haggard.

Fenrir looked at Sarir, who was standing opposite him. He wanted to seek something from Sarir. Sarir noticed his gaze and looked at him with an indifferent, calm, and sympathetic look. He closed his eyes in pain, and the moment he looked into Sarir's eyes, he understood.

Finnubar covered his face with his hands to hide his depressed expression. He knew that everything was over. Dacus' words were like a sledgehammer, smashing everything into pieces. When the cruel truth was revealed, the thousand-year-old plans of the family and faction became a joke.

Even if he left Athel Loren alive and left Elsin Arwen, Darkeus' words would always echo in his mind like a nightmare. If one day he was really chosen by the Council to be the Phoenix King, would he dare to step into the holy fire and blaspheme the gods again, even if he had the fire-avoiding spell?

The Asrai reacted just as violently, and their emotions were just as complicated. Some bowed their heads in deep thought, struggling fiercely in their hearts, while others had flickering eyes, not knowing how to deal with this sudden shock. Their trust in Asur became shaky, and they had hoped to find a balance in this debate, but Dacus' words tore their hearts apart completely.

After what happened yesterday and today, their pain is no less than Asul's. Their hearts are full of contradictions and struggles. They feel that they are forced to stand at an unavoidable crossroads, and the beliefs of the past and the hopes of the future become blurred at this moment.

The mocking laughter of the Druks had long since disappeared, replaced by a solemn and dignified expression. Their expressions became serious, lost, and their eyes revealed a complex emotion. They had been with Dacus for a long time, but Dacus had never said these words to them, and when they talked about these things, Dacus rarely expressed his own opinions.

Now... although Daxus's words were in their favor and every word was heart-wrenching, they not only hurt Asur's heart, but also their hearts, revealing the struggle and pain in their hearts, as if they were shouldering some kind of inescapable fate.

Gilead sat there slumped, his face covered with his hands in pain. At this moment, he no longer had any respect for his family and past glory, only an unspeakable sense of shame. Dacus was right, his ancestors blasphemed and mocked the gods. Perhaps everything that happened later was triggered by the moment his ancestor used the fire-avoiding spell to step into the holy fire.

Asanok looked up at the sky, at the extremely bright and dazzling sun. At this moment, he felt guilty. He thought of his cousin, Barshana, who had blasphemed the gods. His cousin, the fifth Phoenix King, was also a blasphemer. Perhaps he was really a false king, as Darkus said.

The Eniel who were sitting there and not participating in the incident also suffered a huge psychological shock. The entire open space was dead silent. Except for Duruchi, the elves were struggling in their hearts. They were full of despair and helplessness as they re-examined their history and beliefs. The glory and beliefs of the past were overturned by Daquus' words. They didn't know how to continue to believe in everything they insisted on.

Amidst the shock, Dacus' figure appeared particularly tall and cold. He stood there like a ruthless judge, exposing all the crimes and lies to the sun.

He was very satisfied with his performance. He had taken control of the situation. There was nothing better than killing someone. The previous quarrel was more like two people wearing armor and slashing each other with blunt knives. It seemed tragic and lively, but in fact, no one could do anything to the other. However, he was different. Just like Cowell using the duel sword, he found the entry point and stabbed the duel sword, known as a rogue weapon, into it. The powerful blow penetrated the armor and pierced into the core.

Then he turned away, hands behind his back, and walked over to Renn, who seemed unperturbed. He exchanged glances with Renn, who looked up at him, then walked behind Renn and looked at the drawing board. The drawings were unpainted, all sketches, one after another, from the initial meeting to his confrontation with Eltharion.

When Malekith heard what Daxus said, the expression on his face gradually became complicated and distorted. His eyes were wide open, and his orange pupils were slightly dilated, as if he was trying to digest everything in front of him.

His throat trembled and closed several times, but no sound came out. He wanted to roar, to vent, but he couldn't do it. His hands were clenched into fists, and his nails almost dug into the armor on his palms, making a creaking sound. The pain and anger intertwined, making his whole body tremble slightly.

The grief and despair in his heart surged like a tide, and flowed out to the outlet that Daxus had opened. He wanted to cry, and there was a tiny bit of blood red in his pupils, but the tears formed by magic seemed to be blocked in his eye sockets by some invisible force, and could not flow out.

The moment he put on the midnight armor, he could no longer cry. He could feel the interlaced light and darkness in front of his eyes, the silence and screams in his ears, and the pain and numbness in his body. Everywhere was burning with flames, and even his own thoughts seemed to be devoured by the flames again and again.

Even though Dacus was speaking for him, every word seemed to reveal the pain and struggle deep inside him. He felt completely stripped, with all his secrets and pain exposed to everyone, with nowhere to hide.

The memory he told to Dacreus and the memory Dacreus told to the elves and demigods had two completely different feelings. His eyes revealed an uncontrollable madness, as if he was about to lose control completely in the next second.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

After hearing the laughter, Kolan and Kesley, who were standing guard outside the door, looked at each other and then returned to the way they were a second ago. However, the laughter showed no sign of stopping. Instead, it became louder and louder, more and more crazy.

His breathing became rapid, and every breath seemed to pour fire into his trachea and lungs. The slightest movement of air seemed like a knife cutting to him. His chest heaved violently, and the anger and despair in his heart seemed to burn him to ashes.

His eyes were fixed on Dacus, with frenzy and complex emotions flashing in his eyes. He admitted that Dacus was right! Everything was so correct. His pride and confidence vanished in the meeting six thousand years ago, which pushed him to the brink of collapse.

He was confused. He couldn't understand what qualifications the Everqueen and the Council had to decide who was the Phoenix King? Why could those elves decide who was the Phoenix King instead of Asuryan?

If Barshana had not used the fire avoidance spell to enter the holy fire and completed his reshaping and rebirth from the holy fire, he would have nothing to say. He might have always been a good governor loved by the colonies, or a great adventurer, or maybe he would really be like what he said at the time.

The fate of the elves should not be decided by a single person, so I fully agree with the wise decision of the Council. As my father's successor, Barshana's wisdom will surely lead us to a new era. The gods will also be doubly favoring him. If anyone dares to have bad intentions towards the Phoenix King in the future, the Kingdom of Nagarythe will be the first to disapprove.

But Baalshana didn't! Baalshana used the fire avoidance spell to enter the holy fire!
The temple was filled with laughter and applause, but Malekith acted as if he heard nothing. He stared at the holy fire that had become soft again. He ignored the princes' flattery to the new Phoenix King and slowly walked to the holy fire.

"If I can walk into this fire with my own strength like my father without relying on the fire avoidance spell and pass Asuryan's test, then I can prove that I am the true successor of the Phoenix King..." While thinking, Malekith unconsciously stretched out his hand towards the holy fire, but a sudden thought came to his mind, "What if I am not strong enough? Will I be burned to death? What if I die, what will happen to the Kingdom of Nagarythe? What about the people there?"

"Destiny is such an interesting thing. You never know how close you are to your goal when you give up." Darkus' past words exploded in Malekith's mind, pulling him out of his memories and madness. He supported the edge of the silver mirror with his trembling hands to prevent his body from falling, and he looked at Darkus walking in the mirror.

The open space was as silent as ever. After looking at it for a while and expressing that he didn't understand, Daxus looked around and saw those dull eyes. He knew that his words pierced into everyone's heart like a sharp sword, and the force after breaking through the defense was too great.

"Get up! Remember, you are a warrior!" He sighed and walked towards Isharion who was lying on the ground. When he came to Isharion, he shook his head speechlessly when he saw Isharion lying on the ground like dead. Then he squatted on the ground and pulled Isharion up, still talking as he pulled him up.

"The battle is not over yet, you can't just fall down like this, we still have a lot to do and a lot of battles to fight." He pulled Eltharion up with force, while constantly encouraging him.

Some of the light gradually returned to Eltharion's eyes. He stood firm with difficulty and looked at Dacreus with confusion.

"You must remember what our mission is and why we fight. Don't be defeated by the difficulties in front of you. We must persevere for our people and for our future." Dakwus patted Eltharion on the shoulder and continued. Then he turned Eltharion around and pushed him back into the chair.

The elves in the entire venue watched this scene with mixed feelings in their hearts. This feeling was really too strange, especially since these words came from the mouth of Daquus, a Duruchi said these words to an Asur.

"Enough blood has been shed here, the killing should not continue. Don't worry, I won't do anything to you, this is my promise to you.

Do you know why Flanais reacted so strongly just now? Because his ancestor was a witness to the moment when Aenarion was crowned as the Phoenix King. His ancestor was in the Temple of Asuryan at that time. Sadly, his ancestor saw Barshana step into the Holy Fire again. Do you remember the record of the flame flashing violently? It flashed so fast that he had to close his eyes. That was the response from Asuryan! Physical responses can be avoided, but some things cannot be avoided.

Of course, if you feel confused, you can go to the Isle of Fire after you return to Ulthuan and ask the priests of Asuryan to see their reaction. Although they cannot speak, their actions and expressions will still betray them. Then you will understand! Of course, you don’t have to go far to look for him. He is the Anointed of Asuryan. "

At the end of his speech, Dacus pointed to Gavino who had been sitting there. He had beaten him, and he couldn't beat him anymore. If he continued to beat him, something bad would happen. He should comfort him. But he felt that his words were useless. The meeting place was still silent in a terrible and dull atmosphere.

"Speak up! Give some reaction. Aren't we in a meeting? I'm not the only one who has the final say. Cover your mouths." Maybe because he was too loud, Dacus was the only one who was talking in the whole meeting room. After he turned around twice, the atmosphere in the meeting room was still dull. He said helplessly, and it was still early, far from time for a recess and tea break.

"Who... is the real... Phoenix King?" Bel-Aihor opened his mouth, and found that he had suddenly lost the ability to speak under the huge impact. His mouth opened and closed for a long time before intermittent words came out of his mouth.

"Sorry, I don't know! Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you. That's against the rules! As far as I know, from the beginning to now, only three elves have entered the Holy Fire in a normal way. Of course, it could be you, it could be me, it could be your father, it could be one of the people present. You can only know the answer after you enter the Holy Fire." Daquus was vague about the question. He was struggling. At this moment, he seemed to understand the routine of the elven gods. Under the high-pressure rule of Asuryan, the elven gods told Malekith that it was not against the rules.

Since he is the eldest son of Molaig, he should know, but he has not obtained any divinity from Molaig, just like those demigods sitting there. He is purely a wild way, a real wild way. But... he really knows, but he can't say it. At this moment, he has also become an elf god. Sigh, I know, but I won't tell you. I won't tell you, I won't tell you.

Just as he said, there are only three elves who have entered the Holy Fire in a normal way, namely Aenarion, Malekith and Morviel.

Let's not talk about the first two. Moviel messed up. He launched a failed attack and then switched to defense, starting a national conscription mode to fight against the strong landing of Duruch in Ulthuan. Asur's tragic losses and various curse bonuses made him finally step into the Holy Fire for the second time in 1503 of the Imperial Calendar. This time he did not use the fire avoidance spell, but it was obvious that he was not Asuryan's choice. He did not complete the process and his life ended in the Holy Fire.

Perhaps Morville can walk out of the sacred fire again and start a new story, but no...

"Malekis?" Arath asked curiously.

"He failed."

"He is not!"

The argument began, this time between Asrai and Asur. Druki did not participate, because they could not comment, after all, the Witch King was there, not to mention that the Witch King was watching. They knew what the silver mirror in the distance was for, and if they knew, they could tell them, but they could never tell them, because they were two different things. They were not like Darkius, who had the courage to face Malekith and endure his anger.

"Excuse me." Daxus did not participate in the discussion. He was moving. When he reached a position where he could look directly into the silver mirror, he came to where Finnubar was sitting, leaned on the back of the chair and whispered. Although he spoke softly, the elves responded to him, "First of all, he did not fail!"

Wow! The elves burst into discussion again, and turned to look at Dacus. The Asrai and Asur looked at each other, their eyes full of anxiety and confusion. Dacus' words were like a sharp dagger, cutting into the deepest wounds in their hearts again.

"But he didn't succeed either. You know what happened at that time. He terminated the process himself." Daxus was facing the mirror and said this. He felt it was too much black humor. Asuryan's Chosen One led a group of Cain believers to fight against some believers who said they believed in Asuryan but actually didn't take Asuryan seriously. What the hell was this?

The elves looked at the mad Dacus quietly. They didn't say anything. They were waiting for Dacus' explanation.

"First, we need to understand something. What was Aenarion's mentality when he stepped into the Sacred Fire? He was desperate, angry, helpless, and resentful. But at the same time, he had a brave and kind heart. He wanted to save the people in distress. From a certain perspective, the moment he stepped into the Sacred Fire, no matter what the result was, he was a qualified leader and a well-deserved king! Do you agree with this?"

After the elves nodded in agreement, Daxus continued.

"Perhaps at this moment, he did not need Asuryan's recognition, but at this moment, Asuryan responded to him. Remember what I said just now? He is shaping, reshaping, reborn, and returning. This is a process.

A sacred fire several meters high appeared out of nowhere and was suspended in the air in the center of the room, no firewood was needed to keep the flame alive. The flame kept changing colors and burned in absolute silence, without emitting heat, crackling, or making any sound.

This is the Flame of Asuryan. It is sacred. It is the essence of Asuryan. It is the essence of the Elves. It is the place where Asuryan touches the world. It is something huge and slow and very old. If the Flame is extinguished, what does that mean? And, from what I have heard, it is much weaker now than before.

Shaping and disintegrating the body.

Reshape, see what destroys sanity, see the souls of the Elves being devoured, see everything circling around in eternity, see the Chaos Gods using the world as a plaything and the people as slaves, see the huge holes in the fabric of reality, see the eternal horror.

Rebirth.

return.

Unfortunately, Malekith doesn’t have the whole process, he’s stuck in the shaping phase.”

"Brother, I have made it clear." Daxus said to the silver mirror, and he was worried in his heart that he had made it clear enough and had done his best. If Malekith still didn't understand, then he had nothing to say. It was just a waste of time.

He would never tell Malekith explicitly: You are the one chosen by Asuryan, and you should step into the Holy Fire again and become the Phoenix King. What would that mean? The actions of the Asur princes and the Everqueen were not in accordance with the procedures, and he clearly told Malekith that they were not in accordance with the procedures either, which was an insult to Aenarion and Asuryan.

In his opinion, walking into the Holy Fire was the best way for Malekith to break the impasse at that time. If Malekith walked out of the Holy Fire like his father did, the Everqueen and the Parliament would be a joke. If the Parliament disagreed and denied the legitimacy of Malekith, there would be only one result: civil war! According to the nature of the Parliament, it would most likely compromise with the powerful Kingdom of Nagarythe and admit Malekith's status.

But Malekith couldn't do it.

He understood Malekith's hesitation and entanglement when he faced the Holy Fire for the first time. At that time, Malekith definitely did not have the same mentality as his father and stepped into the Holy Fire.

After that... the admiration for his father, the compulsive nagging of his mother, and the gap brought about by being ignored and suppressed for thousands of years made jealousy slowly germinate in Malekith's heart. In this kind of unrequited jealousy, Malekith fell into a Hamlet-like self-contradiction.

The statement that if Malekith had gritted his teeth and held on a little longer, all those bad things would not have happened may not be true at all. This may be a statement looking at things from the past.

In Dacreus' opinion, there was something wrong with Malekith's mentality and cognition, or there was a problem from the beginning. Malekith never understood from the beginning why his father entered the Holy Fire, and what kind of mentality Aenarion had when he entered the Holy Fire.

Malekith did all these things just to prove that he was not inferior to his father. When his achievements were unmatched, he could not wait any longer under the catalysis of jealousy and his mother. He believed that he had already caught up with his father, so he stepped into the Holy Fire confidently, but he lacked a certain core. His mentality when he stepped into the Holy Fire was completely different from his father's. He wanted to prove himself, but his father did not.

The moment Malekith stepped into the Holy Fire, he was already insane. He couldn't wait any longer, and his words were full of arrogance. Just as he said: I am the heir of Aenarion! I am qualified to be the Phoenix King! Who needs your magical protection?

When Malekith entered the Holy Fire with this mentality, everything was doomed. Gritting his teeth and holding on for a little longer might have been a false proposition from the beginning. With this mentality, he simply couldn't persist in the Holy Fire. In addition, the things he had done before made him doubt himself when the Holy Fire was burning.

Finally, Malekith climbed out of the sacred fire.

Shaping, reshaping, rebirth, and returning, the first two are steps, and the last two are results. Just like Asrai stepping into the bonfire and becoming Orion, the two have a subtle commonality.

When the shaping progress bar was almost finished, Malekith crawled out from the holy fire and the shaping stopped.

Maybe Asuyan was not able to make him behave like that? Everyone said Asuyan was a fool. How could he not be a fool? Who wouldn't be a fool? You can't just force him back. The problem is that that's not Asuyan's character.

The shaping has not even been completed, let alone the reshaping.

What Daxus said just now was not complete. The reshaping was more like the soul entering Ithil through the device to see the essence of the world, just like what Tzeentch let him see at that time. Tzeentch wanted to drive him crazy, but he didn't. He passed the test.

Only by passing this test can one complete rebirth. If one fails, then he will most likely be doomed. Perhaps Morville failed at this step. What kind of black humor is this... But Aenarion passed the test, which may be the reason why he did not go completely crazy after pulling out the Sword of Khaine, and why he agreed to Caledor to build the Great Whirlpool and eventually return the Sword of Khaine.

Malekith never reached this process at all and was interrupted in the process of shaping.

Daxus had reason to suspect that the fire was similar to the fire in Middenheim, and its power was far stronger than that in Middenheim. It was very likely that there was an ancient holy device in the Temple of Asuryan.

Although he was a noble, he did not believe in the theory of bloodline, and in his opinion, there was never any bloodline. When he came to Ulthuan, he would go to the Temple of Asuryan with Malekith. If Malekith still hesitated or did not understand, he would step into the Holy Fire before Malekith. He believed that he would be recognized by Asuryan, because everything he was doing now was saving the world. He had the courage, the faith, and the spirit!
When he comes out... Malekith is no longer important in this situation. As I said before, he is a useless person. He will probably stab Malekith or throw him into the holy fire.

Perhaps... this is a world where everyone is worse than the other. Many so-called heroes are not real heroes, but just slightly less bad. And the reason why Malekith is the so-called Chosen of Asuryan is just...

"What a makeshift team." Daxus sighed. At this moment he had a dull feeling. He wavered. Perhaps this world was not worth saving from the beginning.

"I'm tired, let's take a rest." Dacus looked in the mirror and turned to leave. When he was about to walk away, he said something strange, "The meeting will be held as usual in the afternoon." (End of this chapter)