Chapter 229 Prologue

It was another early morning, and Lynch spotted a number of merchant ships following the Asur fleet.

Maybe they thought this would scare off pirates.

This is indeed effective. Although Asur will not provide additional assistance, the mere presence of the fleet is enough to keep the pirates away.

Various types of ships passed by Lynch's sight, and he even saw some familiar flags.

A swordfish-like pirate ship sailed to the northeast.

Lynch saw a greasy ogre from afar, and it seemed to be too fat.

Passersby passed by, and the lizardmen saw more and more ships, which was a good sign.

The pond of the world is so vast that if you travel far away from land, you may not see your fellow travelers even after traveling for half a day.

And now, the numerous ships busily coming and going only meant that the fleet was getting closer and closer to the land.

Be'lakor watched the Asur fleet approach Ulthuan, knowing that it was now impossible to seize the Star Engine by attack.

Of course, stealing has become a luxury.

The Great Unifier did not expect that the cold-blooded creature would dare to directly swallow the dangerous creation of the Ancient Saint.

It is almost impossible to perform a caesarean section on a battle-hardened champion to remove tissue.

Now, it is even more impossible to attack the city where the Phoenix Court is located.

In the shadow world, the formless wandering soul withdrew its gaze in frustration and turned its attention to the achievements of its slaves.

The Ogham stones on the island of Albion are a good medium. Be'lakor once plotted against the Stonehenge of the Ancients, but the Truthsayers of Albion eventually thwarted his plot.

Now, the unwilling Demon Prince has started a new plan.

There won't be any inexplicable Lizardmen coming to disrupt the situation this time. He will just stay in Ulthuan and wait for Be'lakor to come after his resurrection!

The rich, shadowy ink color spread throughout the shadow realm, and the wind of magic waved the ink here, rendering shadows of varying density.

The ink color suddenly became as strong as a rising tide, and Bilak was startled and recognized the source of the change.

The world has begun a new round of transformation. The flow of dark forces reached its peak twenty years ago and has since continued to decline.

Only during this year's Black Day did the abnormality surge to a peak second only to that during the Cataclysm.

But after the Black Sun, the dark forces fell straight to the bottom.

Something must have happened again, causing the power of chaos to reach its peak again, brewing new destruction.

This is not a good thing, because if a chosen one appears to start another Chaos invasion, Bilakor will have to crown him.

It will watch helplessly as its power is squandered by fools, and then watch as those fools are killed in the battles of the armies of various countries.

Bilak is the best unifier! If the Four Gods had not taken back their gifts, it would have ruled the world long ago, and there would be no need for the so-called "Eternal Chosen".

Is there a better Eternal Chosen One than the Grand Unifier?

Rage caused flames to roll in Be'lakor's shadow, and the former darling of Chaos rushed towards the pole at an unprecedented speed.

Fortunately, the Chaos Gate in the Arctic has not opened.

Perhaps it was just a whim of the Chaos Gods, who used the Star Gate to stir up the Chaos Tide for their own amusement.

It is also possible that a champion has emerged in the northern wastes and united the Norse tribes.

Lothern, Phoenix Court.

"The Old One's champion is about to arrive in Lothern!"

"We should welcome the emissaries from Lustria, the first Lizardmen to set foot on Ulthuan in ten thousand years."

"He brought a corps of soldiers with him and was supposed to get the inhabitants of the rainforest to lay down their weapons and prevent conflict."

"Heh, the last person who dared to show his weapon in front of the Phoenix King had his beard plucked out."

"Are you going to start a war with the Old Ones? Wasn't the Battle of the Longbeard enough to humble Caledor's pride?"

"Shut up!"

"We have sent expeditions to Lustria countless times, but all we got was death and lunatics who managed to survive. We must be cautious when communicating with cold-blooded people."

"Remember the elven colonies on the Isthmus of Lustria? They were destroyed overnight. It is best not to disturb the tranquility of the rainforest. This is the will of the Everqueen! Your greed will harm the high elves!"

"This is just an equal exchange. Our warriors and the Lizardmen's army have just achieved a great victory together. Avalon's conservatism will only affect the friendly relationship between Asur and the Lizardmen."

The nobles of the elven kingdoms were arguing endlessly. The Phoenix King, sitting high on the throne, looked down at his ministers who were confused. He listened carefully to the opinions of all the elves and made his judgment as neutrally as possible.

Based on what Finubar saw and the various subtle emotions conveyed by the elven ministers.

Most of the elven kingdoms look forward to receiving guests from Lustria.

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Finubar had his own selfish motives, but he was unwilling to show his welcome to the cold-blooded guest, even if it was obvious.

If the meeting leaned toward xenophobia, Finubar would follow public opinion without hesitation, for the ban on Lustria had already been passed by the previous Everqueen and Phoenix King.

The elves should not disturb Lustria, for deep within the rainforests lie great powers unknown to other mortal races.

Everything about the Old Ones must be treated with caution.

The meeting now being held was in rebellion against the previous king, and Finubar could not openly deny the decree jointly drawn up by the Phoenix King "Peacemaker" Karadel and the Everqueen.

But it's clear that the elves are happy to break the rules.

When Safri's ministers proposed giving the cold-blooded race more privileges, Finubar naturally agreed.

The elven nobles were forbidden to disturb the guests of Lustria, but the scholars of the White Tower were given the power to approach the cold-blooded. Of course, only the scholars who were most proficient in the knowledge of the ancient saints had this opportunity.

The nobles of Terranlock and Itain originally wanted to hold a banquet directly to welcome the envoys of the cold-blooded race.

But the Everqueen's ambassador refuted this behavior, and the Phoenix King, who was familiar with the nature of the elves, took the opportunity to veto the proposal that might lead to unexpected events.

The Invisible Isle, the Mirror Spirit has abandoned its plans in Ulthuan, for it sees the tide of Chaos rising once more.

In order to prevent accidents, the Lord of Change stopped creating unnecessary trouble and prepared to make a concerted effort to start the transformation before his competitors arrived.

The Great Demon took advantage of the rising wind of magic and integrated part of his power into magic.

Ever since it defeated the mortal at the level of consciousness, this body has completely belonged to it, and it can exert one third of its full strength.

The Mortal Realm afflicts powerful demons and holds back the abilities of the greater demons.

But this shallow microcosm of the past power is enough for the Great Demon to distort reality.

Mages all over the world will sense the extra things in the Wind of Magic, and any mage who is attentive will not miss this signal.

Mortals who seek the mystical will eventually fall into the clutches of the deceiver, the Invisible Isle will welcome more visitors, and the Mirror God will rebuild his cult.

The followers of Tzeentch hidden throughout the mortal world will become its army, an army that is invisible and can control the mortal world.

Because Tzeentch's followers are the rulers.

(End of this chapter)