Proof of the Sun King

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Tigris is thin, almost 1.75 meters tall, and he wears the crown of Safre's battle. From the peaked winged helmet and crescent crown that is typical of high elves, Ryan cannot fully see the appearance of Tigris. face, but he still roughly saw the appearance of Tigris.

This elf's supreme master had a cold and calm expression on his face, as if nothing in the world could shake him. Compared with a normal elf, Tigris was not arrogant, but appeared wise, profound and unpredictable.

What's more special is that Tagris' facial features are neither delicate nor handsome. His appearance is relatively simple, and he has a pair of dead fish eyes that are not very good-looking. If this appearance is placed among humans, it is a little handsome. , but among the high elves with many handsome men and beauties, his appearance can only be regarded as middle and lower.

According to Lilith, the fairy in the lake, Tigris' elder brother Tyrion is a real super handsome guy. His handsome and charming appearance is the best among the high elves. In addition, he was unruly when he was young, and he was funny and humorous. , mild-mannered, cheerful, and a little shy, which made Tyrion the most popular elf prince in the whole of Ulthuan. Wherever he passed, countless elf girls showed his affection to him and brought him wine and fruit.

Sunshine's brother is always welcomed and admired by everyone. Lilith couldn't help laughing. She said that every time Tyrion went to do business, the elf girls of every kingdom would sing around him and follow him. He talked, gave him all kinds of small gifts, and offered himself a pillow, and Tigris was always the one ignored.

Tigris used to approach the elf girl in a good way, but the elf girls were not interested in this ugly and lame guy, so they ignored him and ran away.

Lilith told Ryan that Tigris had suffered a major blow in this matter. Since this incident, he has held an indifferent attitude towards men and women. It's okay to have it or not. Just go with the flow, and someone recommends a pillow for him. Don't refuse, but never leave a woman by your side.

Of course, the times have changed. What I said before was all about their youth. Now both Tyrion and Tigris are the guardians of Ulthuan, with honor and prestige.

Tyrion is the high lord of the High Elf War Council. Phoenix King Finuba has actually handed over his military power as the Phoenix King completely to him, and Tigris has also become a supreme ** division, becoming a high-level elite. The leader of the mage, the current Tegris is full of the city and majesty of the superior, and his every move is full of moving power. He is the hero of this world, and the supreme master of the world with a sensational reputation.

Just as Ryan was looking at Tigris, the Supreme Master was also looking at him.

The appearance of this human looks like twenty-seven or eight-year-old, with black hair and blue eyes, his facial features are straight and very handsome, but there is no flashiness in his eyes. His eyes are full of confidence, an extreme confidence, and Ryan's face is a little unruly. His spirit was more confident. His eyes radiated the light of psionic energy, and a pure psionic wind flowed from his body. Tegris instantly had a three-point favor. This favor was brought about by his identity as a spellcaster.

Ryan obviously has a kind of self-confidence cultivated in blood and fire that has been accumulated repeatedly after hundreds of battles. Following his actions, the surrounding space is fluctuating and slightly sagging, which shows that he is already a sanctuary. The powerhouse of the class.

At this level, even the elves will look straight.

There is no doubt about the Supreme Master, Ryan must be the person Lilith predicted.

Being able to kill Egil "Red-Eyed" Steelbjorn was a great achievement, and for the elves, too, when Slaanesh's Chosen winner Prince "Beauty" Sigwald was defeated by the elves, the elves tried their best. Not being able to keep him is proof.

"Hello, Ryan Malcador, I am here because of you, and now it seems that you live up to your name, in Ulthuan, we heard your name, you killed the Great Demon of Nurgle and ended the 'Red Eye' The legend of Gil-Steelbjorn for centuries, Azul congratulates you and congratulates you on your wedding." Tigris raised his head and set his eyes on Angron behind Ryan: "Who is this?"

"This is my brother, Angron." Ryan introduced with a smile.

"Hello, Elf Chief Sizhan." Angron's Elvish language is not very standard, with a smell of dirt, and he can only barely understand it.

Big battle? Tigris raised his eyebrows, thinking about what it was: "Hello, Mr. Angron, I feel your strength."

The expressions of the high elves behind him changed.

Judging from the extremely terrifying aura emanating from Angron, this brother of Ryan Malcado is even stronger?

"It seems that human beings are not as weak as they think." In the army, an elves said secretly: "I mean, even monkeys, there are some who are particularly good at fighting."

"Yes, it looks like we were unlucky today, we met two at a time."

"This big man terrifies me. Is he really not the incarnation of some gods?"

"He looks like a barbarian!"

The high elves whispered, and Angron's appearance surprised them. His figure reminded the high elves of their god, the incarnation of Kane, the **** of blood and war, who was forbidden to worship.

"Please go into the details." Ryan motioned for Tegris to enter the castle to speak. The Supreme ** Division nodded. He ordered the high elf army to be stationed outside the town of Jin, near the wood elf observatory. He only brought Hess with him. The magic swordsman Zoltan followed Ryan towards the castle.

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The Prime Material Universe, the Milky Way, the Heart of the Human Empire, the Sacred Terra, the Royal Palace, the Throne Room.

On the golden throne piled with countless skulls and gold, hundreds of cables and iron rings tightly bound a red figure. This red figure was tall. He was concentrated and had no time to speak. Electric arcs were blasting around his head.

The Golden Throne is running at full speed. This ancient machine has been built since the rise of the human empire. It has been running for nearly 11,000 years. This machine is huge and extremely complex. Hundreds of mechanical priests are constantly debugging and repairing it. Malfunctions, static arcs pulsing between conduit and cables, and the air smells of ozone.

The emperor in golden body and golden armor stood in front of the throne. His icy eyes stared at Magnus, the son of red, who was controlling the golden throne. There was no emotion in his eyes, and no one knew what the Lord of Humans was thinking. , everyone can only see that Magnus is fully controlling the energy of the Golden Throne to ensure the continued operation of the Golden Throne.

There are many guards standing behind the Lord of Humanity, but there is no doubt that these guards are not qualified to stand by the Emperor, because there are more important people standing there now, and the guards can only use their adoring eyes and standing posture. , staring at the figures on the steps.

Wearing blue Seiko power armor, the 13th Legion Ultramarine Primarch Roboute Guilliman, who is currently the regent of the Empire of Humanity, stood behind the Emperor. He looked at Magnus in pain, and said a little unbearably: "Father, we have repaired the gap in the net tunnel under the palace, does Magnus still need to sit on it?"

"As long as we rely on the Star Torch for a day of warp voyage, Magnus or my father will sit on it for a day, Guilliman, this traitor has been punished, and now we give him a chance to live is a kind of Kindness, not torture." The commander-in-chief of the west of the Great Rift of the Human Empire, the First Legion Dark Angel Primarch Leon-El-Jonson said impatiently: "Or do you want your father to sit on it?"

Guilliman couldn't answer this, he could only shrug: "Well, Leon, that's not what I meant."

"But that's what I think you mean, Guilliman." A guy with a thick, loud voice and an unusually large frame began, his skin black as char, his voice full of excitement: "For love. With peace and dreams, I am back here at the call of my father! Magnus too! This is his duty!"

"Vulkan! Don't talk about responsibility with me!" Magnus sitting on the Golden Throne suddenly opened his eyes, and he shouted angrily: "You are too embarrassed to talk about responsibility? Exploration in places where the star torch can't shine, and throwing a mess to your son, how dare you say that?!"

"That's not a mess, that's a glorious mission! Magnus~ I promised that as long as I get back the nine holy relics I left behind, I will come back to fight with them again, no challenge, and the reward is worthless ...As a result, my father called me back in advance." A black man nearly four meters tall said loudly: "This is my unfulfilled responsibility, because my father's orders are greater than everything! So I came back, bathed in the flames of war!"

"Bah! You bastard! It's just that you're afraid of death because you don't have the body of immortality. How dare you say it?" Magnus retorted in disbelief: "Or can you change positions with me?"

Before he finished speaking, a figure with skin as white as snow and hair as dark as night appeared in front of Magnus like a ghost. He had a pair of black jade-like wings, and his pitch-black claws were raised gently. The words in his mouth It sounds like a ghostly voice: "Quiet~Magnus~."

"...You will." Magnus set his eyes on the sharp black claws, closed his eyes as if giving up, and continued to manipulate the Golden Throne.

At this time, the emperor opened his mouth.

"…Is what I ordered ready?" The Emperor turned and looked at the four Primarchs standing behind him.

"Ready, Father." Guilliman took over the topic, Ultramarine Primarch, the current Regent of the Empire watched the noise in the throne room with a warm heart, even though the Primarchs would inevitably quarrel if they stayed together , but Guilliman was eager for this kind of quarrel, and he needed someone who could negotiate too much: "According to your order~www.wuxiaspot.com~ A team of forbidden troops came in from outside carrying several large boxes, and the Emperor opened the first A box that caught everyone's attention.

The **** man opened his mouth in surprise:

"My God, this is?!"

Inside is a special set of Seiko vibration gold plate armor, made by the Martian Mechanic God. The plate armor is engraved with countless defensive imprints and many technologies from the era of the Great Crusade. It is also covered with scriptures. The Emperor will personally Blessings, this exquisite vibranium plate armor is Ryan's wedding gift, and the Emperor specially gave it to Ryan's wife Surya as a dowry gift for Ryan.

The remaining boxes were also opened, and inside were nine sets of astonishingly valuable jewelry, each made of platinum, gold, jade, emerald, diamond, gemstone, crystal, pearl and opal. Consecrated by the oldest rogue families dating back to the time of the Great Crusade, then refined by the Emperor's secret methods and blessed by the Emperor himself, their total value is astronomical.

These nine sets of jewelry were ordered by the Emperor to be purchased by the nine Supreme Lords of the High Lords Council of Terra, and were also a wedding gift prepared by the Emperor for Ryan and presented to Surya.

"Ryan is getting married, and I can't attend in person, so you should all go to his wedding." After the Emperor checked the gift, his face finally had an expression, and he couldn't tell what he was talking about, as if he was remembering something. : "On behalf of me, but also on behalf of the old friend who died because of me."

All four primarchs nodded: "We are ready to go, father."

"Wait... What about me? Father? What about me?" Magnus suddenly opened his eyes and looked ingratiatingly: "Ryan is also my brother!"

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