Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

The news of the elder's death made Imric, who was waiting for Magnus' resurrection in the Itaza hatching tank, silent for a long time. He walked alone to the top of the Great Pyramid and looked up at the unchanging starry sky.

He didn't want to dwell on the impact of the death of the two elders, he just wanted to remember the time they had experienced together.

Those past disputes, debates, and battles seemed to turn gray in an instant and disappear forever in my mind.

"This is just the beginning, but I still feel sad and tormented..." The words muttered to himself confirmed the prince's mood at this moment.

How much does it cost to win?

Imrik understood now, and he did not want to blame the child for being blind and careless in this matter. He believed that the presence of the Glory Star Dragon would not pose much of a threat.

Presumably at this moment, Draconir was also silently looking at the coffins of the two old men, silently blaming himself for his mistakes...

The illusory soul of Lord Croka rose from the ground and looked up at the stars with the silent elves.

"This is part of the big plan."

"I know, I know." Imric kept nodding and nodding, his clenched palms seemed unwilling to give in, and finally let go with a sigh.

"But I have never been a qualified Ancient Saint, and I have never wanted to become an Ancient Saint. I cannot use big plans to deceive the sadness in my heart."

"You already are. There is only one step left before you will gain the authority of a god in the mortal world."

"Oh, are you the same? A mortal god who is always watched by the Chaos Gods."

"..." Croca did not respond, fading away to leave room for the sentimental elf. Today, he is not a qualified ancient saint. At least, he is still a hot-blooded species before he has clear authority and gives up his undue desires.

Alone, Imric began to think about the past. The last thing a leader should do is to question his goals...

Time always flows extremely fast when I feel it. The stars shine in cycles in the night sky, pointing out the future day after day. There are only a few people who may draw some wisdom from the vast universe.

The Skink Priest who served Lord Croka came to the top of the Great Pyramid respectfully, walking cautiously for fear that if he made a mistake, he would be desecrating this sacred building.

"Great Lord, the hot-blooded one has woken up."

"Well, I see."

In the blink of an eye, the elves who were still at the top of the pyramid had arrived at the incubation pool in the core area of ​​Itaza. This sacred place infected by the rat plague had returned to its former appearance after years of repairs.

This used to refer to the dawn of creation, the era when legends of lizardmen emerged.

Magnus's expression was very calm. He sat calmly on the rocky ground, naked and looking at the bright and uncertain environment around him.

A group of skink lizards watched the hot-blooded species emerging from the incubation pool, trying to find some traces in humans similar to the son of the ancient saint, but in the end they judged that this was a hot-blooded species with no characteristics.

Seeing a flash of white light next to him, Magnus said in a very teasing tone, "I didn't expect you to be willing to spend such a large sum of money on me. This body is very strange. Even when I was young, the power of Sigma and Ulric were at their peak. At this stage, I’m afraid it will be difficult to match.”

"Oh? Then you are not disgusted with this approach."

Magnus chuckled, shook his head and said, "Everyone wants to live longer. This is human nature, and according to what my Lord has revealed to me, when the twin-tailed comet comes, Sigma needs a body. Return to the mortal world and lead the empire through the crisis.

This is a great honor and I will stand with Sigma forever. "He has a good idea, but I may not agree with this result." "

Magnus patted the viscous liquid on his thigh, stood up and looked at his old friend. His face now was not much different from before, he still had the serious male face.

The only difference is that Imrik specifically asked Slann to adjust his hair growth, giving him beautiful long golden hair to avoid the ugly bald appearance of the pious.

Magnus, who is no longer the emperor, seems to have stepped back from a layer of heavy responsibility based on his words and deeds, and feels much more relaxed.

Unaccustomed to seeing a naked man in front of him, Imrik untied his cloak and threw it to Magnus, signaling to hang it up quickly. He was also an emperor. How could it be so indecent?

Magnus did not regard this precious magic silk cloak as an important item, and tied an apron around his waist without any scruples. Accompanied by the towering muscles of his strong body and the thick hair between his chest and abdomen, Yi was only stunned. Mrik raised his eyebrows, thinking he was a savage from somewhere.

After fastening the shield, Magnus chose to guide the topic. Reminiscing about the past could be discussed later, but he needed to know something at the moment.

"If my prediction is correct, after my funeral, Bretonnia is already preparing to launch a holy war of chivalry. Do you want me to go to the old world to help?"

"No, the matter of Bretonnia is not critical." Imric shook his head and revealed the reason why he was so urgent to resurrect his old friend, "The conflict between Bretonnia and Caledor is actually a confrontation between the elves. , the Lake Fairy that the knights believe in is Lilith, the moon girl of the Kadai pantheon."

Magnus rubbed his chin thoughtfully. No wonder Ulric's order back then was so decisive. No matter how much it cost in the competition outside Athel Loren, the Empire must defeat Bretonnia.

It turns out that the fairy in the lake is not a human deity at all. Although she does not know her intentions, she must be the leader of a heretic who has no good intentions towards humans and spreads religion by hiding her identity.

"Let's be honest, what are you going to do? Before the twin-tailed comet that heralds the arrival of our Lord appears, I don't mind providing a helping hand to my friend."

"Would you like to fight and fight for me with your life?"

A subtle smile appeared on Magnus's face. Although he could not be called a soldier, he could be considered to have made a small contribution to the world. Fighting was no stranger to devout people.

Even without Gale Maraz, he believed that he would not be inferior to anyone.

"Okay, but I have a condition."

Imric shrugged and said it didn't matter. You can do whatever you want. Don't tear down my palace. You can do whatever you want.

"I will enter the human city under your rule as a Sigma priest and spread the gospel of the twin-tailed comet. By the way..." Magnus hesitated again and again, thinking that he could not live up to Yurik's appreciation. If it weren't for the White Wolf God's Help, how can he be called a savior.

"And also invite a Priest Ulric."

"Yes, as long as the conflicts between your northern and southern churches will not affect the normal order of the city under my rule, I will not interfere in human religious affairs."

The priest chuckled. It had been a long time since he preached. He really missed the days when he used a war hammer to spread faith. It was a time when there was no doubt and he devoted himself wholeheartedly to fighting against heresy.

"Then let's go and get me some protective gear and a big sword. The requirements are not high, just meet your equipment standards."

"Haha, I'm thinking of asking for reward before I even finish the work. As expected of the emperor of the empire, he behaves as shamelessly as he did before he was alive." (End of Chapter)