Chapter 500: Golden Secret Treasury

"You are not Princess Aitila, who exactly are you!"

"Gagaga!"

A burst of malicious, strange laughter drowned out the High Elves' questions, which were filled with shock and fury. The woman's graceful figure vanished, replaced by a Daemon hidden beneath a blue robe with a featureless face. It had three arms on its left side and only one on its right, clutching a long magic staff in its hand.

"Hiss!"

Sinuoli wiped his face hard; this also explained why "she" had recklessly launched a counter-charge that sacrificed a large number of elites. Combining this with Tyrion's extremely complex, miserable cries, the Dwarf thought of something, and a chill subsequently surged through him.

Although theoretically, as long as a Dark God is willing to exert force, it is difficult for anyone below the peak of mortals to resist, the mistress of Tailuoluoke had spent decades in the thick of battle. After arriving at Itza, with the protection of the Geomantic Web, the Daemon before them could not have finished her off silently.

High Elves are a romantic race, and Tyrion is the representative among them; hacking people and flirting with women are the norm in his life. In the few days waiting for the ritual to begin, they would naturally vent their stress in some primitive way. If they knew that the one they were being intimate with was such a monster, the heroic spirit of the Dragon of Kosque would surely be crushed.

Thinking of this, Sinuoli could not help but feel fortunate for his own long-term restraint. After transmigrating, especially after securing the Southlands as his foundation, it was not that he did not want to learn the ease of his predecessors: "Waking up to hold the power of the world, sleeping on the knees of beauties."

But considering that he had been marked by the Four Gods and did not possess the ability of the Twenty-First Brother to resist Chaos corruption for those around him, he had delayed taking action. Sinuoli did not want to end up with tentacles or bird beaks poking at his little brother while he was busy.

"Woof woof, woof!"

The three-headed hound would not give the side of Order time to reminisce; this chaos was exactly the combat opportunity it wanted to seize. After a roar of intimidation on the altar, it leaped down and joined the charging ranks.

The Greater Daemons attracted almost all the ranged fire, and only the Lizardmen air force, which had just finished shooting down a Bloodthirster, poured down a little firepower. Originally, the Pterodactyl battle groups had decent ground-bombing capabilities by dropping iron balls and boulders, but after the light interception, they had no time to go back and load projectiles.

"Move left, move to the left, block them! Start the engines and give them another round of strikes!"

Sinuoli strode forward at a run while shouting loudly. The High Elf side had suffered a sudden, heavy blow, and even the slow-witted Kroxigor knew the hounds were heading their way.

"Those who hinder the Great Plan must die!"

Nakai slammed his left arm against his chest, and the runes engraved on the golden ornaments draped over his body lit up. His thick, cube-like torso instantly turned into a small golden sun.

The momentum of this move was indeed massive, but even though the Kuiji thorn-club in his hand expanded into a large circle of solid light blades, it was merely a drop in the bucket against the massive sea of daemon hounds. This is the helplessness of a Pure Martial Demigod; if the situation were reversed and he were before Eight Peaks, he could go head-to-head with Skarbrand in a duel, but the larger the scale of the battle, the more limited his influence.

"Pfft!"

The Daemon disguised as Princess Aitila was entirely blue and clearly belonged to Tzeentch. Beneath the ritual vortex, without the Winds of Magic to drive it, it did not want to linger. It raised a Magic Shield to block a wave of angry arrow rain from the Sisters of Avelorn, then rose into the air and vanished into the void.

The army of hounds was still some distance away, but with Tyrion no longer pinning it down, the Keeper of Secrets, now free, had made the High Elves' thin defensive line precarious. These guys had been holding back a belly full of evil fire because they couldn't find a way to bite the descendants of Aenarion, and they needed a place to vent it.

"Prince, watch out!"

"No!"

Because Namati was blind, his strength was at the bottom of the peak of mortals, and Prince Irelia was even three parts weaker than him. A huge gap in strength cannot be made up for by a burst of courage; he thrust his spear forward, but before he could make two moves, N'Kari's Intellect-Stealing Sword was almost about to pierce his head.

"Bang!"

"Kid, this scene is not something you can handle, find a place to save your life!"

At the critical moment, a Warhammer swung across and knocked away the grey, alien longsword. Under the blessing of the Storm Authority, Sinuoli's stone-like body erupted with unmatched agility, passing through the battlefield in a flash to narrowly save the Phoenix King's eldest son.

"What a boring guy~ I seem to have seen you in the Master's court. He condescended to bestow supreme sweetness and glory, yet you don't know how to enjoy it..."

"Shut your mouth!"

It could be said that having the worst experience brought up again in public made Sinuoli's face turn green. The Contract Authority carried in his roar choked the latter half of the filthy words in N'Kari's throat.

"Hehe, you've got some tricks, no wonder Imnak fell. But if you want to have intimate contact with me, you'll have to wait until next time!"

The Keeper of Secrets naturally knew how thorny the Dwarf Demigod before it was. It leaped, wanting to use the same trick to jump over via the bridge railing, but this time it found that its hooves, which possessed both strength and grace, felt as if they were filled with lead and were difficult to lift.

"High Mesmerizer? Nothing more than this!"

This was the last sentence N'Kari heard before its body disintegrated and returned to the Daemon Realm. The battle with Tyrion had consumed too much of its energy, while Sinuoli had successively invoked three Authorities to stop it, exerting his full power. When experts fight, a single mistake is enough to make one regret it.

"I have never used this move before, let me test its power on you! Golden Secret Treasury!"

N'Kari's fall did not scare off the remaining Slaanesh daemon army. Seeing the hounds killing their way closer, Sinuoli took a deep breath and opened his arms. Behind him, two golden doors covered in runes emerged from the void. Those familiar with epic stories would naturally guess that this originated from the first secret treasury of the Qunshan carved by the Father God Grungni.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

As the stone hands clenched into fists, the doors slowly opened, and inside lay a golden vortex slowly expanding and contracting. Sinuoli pushed his hands forward violently, and bursts of golden light sprayed out from the vortex, shooting toward the Greater Daemons in front.

Only those with powerful strength or keen eyes could see that the projectiles were hammers, axes, guns, and swords. If it were a great explorer and great historian like Brian Bronzebeard, he would tell the stories behind each of these treasures crafted by the Dwarfs.

The Wealth Authority is somewhat similar to the Wind of Metal in its specific manifestation. By referencing widely and integrating his own understanding, Sinuoli created this killing move. Every treasure was condensed from his divine power, and contacting the Greater Daemons was like pouring oil on a raging fire.

Those Greater Daemons who could not spare the effort to suppress and resist Sinuoli's Order divine power were horrified to find that the golden luster on the wounds left by the treasures was constantly spreading, eroding their bodies made of Chaos Energy.

"It's a waste to leave it on the mad dogs in the back, so let the storm come even more violently!"

Karanak's roar was already close at hand. Seeing that it had a thick collar on each of its three necks, Sinuoli felt ruthless in his heart and pushed his hands, increasing his divine power output by a few notches.