Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 284 134. Outside time

Various background sounds disappeared into wild roars, and the killing storm broke out in anger.

"Be honored! Remember! I am Malekith! Remember what I look like so you won't look such an idiot next time. You filthy thing, you will be the queen after I get the Sun Sword. The first sacrifice!"

In the middle of his words, Malekith slashed the Sunfire Sword at the front of Nurgle's army, but the blade had no flavor of fire or magic, so the attack seemed clumsy and weak. Still, Nurgle's vanguard retreated away from the gleaming blade.

The Skinners rushed towards Malekith in a stumbling wave, trying to protect their master, but were held back by the trio of Darkus, Drusala, and Adreze's followers.

The Nurgle frontman had already reacted. He knew that he had been tricked by the Druchi in front of him. He looked at Malekith in front of him with shock and anger, but he had no time to say any loud words or lines. He hissed and spat out words of corrupted power in an attempt to melt the Sun Flame Sword in front of him, but what a divine weapon the Sun Flame Sword was, the Sun Flame Sword did not melt, but instead began to burn like a soldering iron.

Darkus drew out his scarlet sword with a deafening roar, and immediately spun on his heels, slashing at a skinner who was charging towards him. The surging power of the scarlet sword was stimulated by him, and rushed towards him. The skinner who addressed him didn't even yell again before his upper body fell straight to the ground. His lower body tried to walk forward a few times, and then he also fell to the ground, and the ax was also broken into two pieces. He raised his foot and stomped the Skinner's face hard, remembering to knock aside the second Skinner's downward chopping ax that came at him.

The Skinner, who was struck by the Scarlet Sword, lost his balance and stumbled forward, trying to adjust his posture again, but he had no chance. Selire, who was holding a serrated sword in both hands, was finishing the attack in front of him. The Skinner then turned his attention to him, and the next second, his head was bouncing around the room like a ball.

After seeing the Skinner being dealt with by Selire, Darkus thrust the scarlet sword into the half of the Skinner's neck who was still howling in death. The sharp blade separated the spine and exploded from the back of the Skinner's neck. .

"When I get back, I'm going to wash my whole body well and then have a good sleep." After completing this series of neat actions, Darkus said with a smile.

"Yeah, I feel like today is too long." Drusala, who was holding a willow staff in his left hand and wielding a noble sword in his right hand, responded with a smile after finishing dealing with the skinner in front of him.

Before Darkus could say anything else, a strong sense of dizziness swept through his body. His knees were shaking and the walls seemed to blur. He heard footsteps behind him and the sound of steel cutting flesh, and he watched the ghostly image of his head tumble through the air.

But it all seems to be just an illusion, and the world is back in focus again.

There was no Skinner suddenly attacking Darkus while he was speaking. The strange feeling was caused by Malekith's battle with Nurgle's army, but it was too late for him to see it. Another Skinner followed. Attacking him at lightning speed, what made him feel vaguely strange was that this skinner's movement skills were somewhat extraordinary. He seemed to see the shadow of Genevieve and the scenes that could only be seen in the film and television materials of his previous life.

Darkus slashed at the Skinner's knee, trying to interrupt the Skinner's rhythm, but the Skinner deftly blocked the blow and slashed at his head at lightning speed. He barely blocked the blow, and then slammed his arm into the Skinner's eyes. The strange thing was that the Skinner gave in after seeing the blow, and he continued to attack without hesitation. He launched a feint attack at the Skinner's throat. , and suddenly hit the Skinner's left knee.

The skinned man's face is so eerie that when Darkus fights him, you can even see black rot blooming on the skinned cheek muscles and bones. His right eye has turned milky white, and the blood vessels in his neck have rotted and turned black. He roared in agony, a cry of madness and terror, his ferocity and skill barely diminished despite his severe injuries. He turned slightly until he could see Darkus with his left eye and launched a series of counterattacks, leaving a ragged gash on Darkus' neck.

Darkus ignored the wound on his neck, but shouted and rushed forward, swung his sword in a short arc, and cut off the Skinner's wrist. Black blood sprayed on his armor and on the ground. The Skinner roared in pain and fell back. At the same time, he swung the dagger at him with one hand, forcing him to retreat. He ignored this weak move and stabbed the Skinner again. Skinner's mangled face, and Skinner fell backwards screaming in shock and pain as he pulled out the blade that had penetrated muscle and bone beneath the milky white eyes of Skinner.

"It's just a fake show."

At first, Darkus thought that this skinner who knew Eastern movement skills really had something, and that he was on the same level as Genevieve, but it turned out to be just that, but at the same time, he also felt that his skills were getting tired year by year. With Yue's improvement, maybe he will become a martial arts master when he lives to be a thousand years old, right?

The battle next to him was also coming to an end. Franais swung his halberd to chop down a tall Skinner, and slapped the halberd horizontally on the Skinner's face. Blood and bones flew in all directions, and the Skinner was He collapsed with a strangled scream.

Franais did not continue to attack because he recognized that this was the first skinner he encountered after entering here. He remembered that His Majesty the Witch King had said some harsh words, so he chose to hand this skinner to the wizard. Your Majesty will go and deal with it.

Selilei was still waving his serrated sword, and the two weapons kept flying as he rotated and jumped. He turned around magnificently, and cut off the elbow from the skinner's curse. Skinner's arm.

Roaring in fear and agony, the Skinner thrashed until his skull was torn from top to chin by the serrated sword swung by Selyre.

When Selire pulled out the pus-stained sword, there were crackles and bangs behind him, and the charging Skinners stopped in their tracks under the sudden burst of Drusala's spell. He rushed over while the Skinners were hesitating. His sword flashed and sliced ​​open the skull of one Skinner. He stepped over the corpse and swung at the next Skinner with one smooth movement.

The Skinner blocked the blow, screamed and retreated, crashing into the person behind him.

Selile took advantage of his advantage and continued to strike, the sharp blade slicing through the Skinner's spine.

While Darkus and the others were still dealing with the remaining Skinners, Malekith and Nurgle's vanguard were still fighting.

Malekith seemed to be testing the Sun Flame Sword, constantly leaving streaks of melted light on the body of Nurgle's army.

Nurgle's Army Front dodged angrily. Although Nurgle's Army Front was wide and fat, his movements were not as bulky as expected, but he was still no match for Malekith's pace and the power of the Sun Sword, and he could feel it. That sword was very strange. It seemed like it was made to deal with him. All his physical attacks would be neutralized by this sword.

"No more fun." When Malekith attacked, he turned his head to take a look. When he saw that Darkus and the others were about to finish the battle and were waiting for him, he turned back to Nurgle's frontman and said with a smile.

Taking advantage of the moment when Malekith turned his head, Nurgle's army sprayed out the bile that had been accumulated for a long time. As a result, the bile that was sprayed towards the Drukhi was blocked by Malekith with the flame of the Sun Flame Sword. Attack.

In the blink of an eye, Nurgle's army was engulfed in a ball of flames. The flames erupted from the Sunfire Sword boiled throughout his body, devouring muscles and bones, just like old parchment. He spins, screams, and pulses in hungry fire, but the power of the Sun Sword is undeniable.

When Darkus smelled a strange smell of barbecue, he turned his head and saw that Nurgle's army leader was surrounded by a ball of flames, and the liquid on his body continued to drip down as the flames burned, and Hissed. He immediately turned his head, but he still turned slowly. The image seemed to be engraved in his mind. At this moment, he finally couldn't hold it anymore. He stuck the scarlet sword on the ground, covered his stomach and began to vomit violently. stand up.

Nurgle's army leader died. After the rotten flesh of his body was burned, he was pierced by the Sun Flame Sword and chopped into a pile of torn flesh, and then disappeared into the mortal world.

Darkus's vomiting caused a chain reaction, and the trio of Edreze and Drusala who ended the battle were affected by him and began to vomit.

"Is it over?" Selilei also regained his composure at this moment. He was about to spit out bile. This was the first time he experienced such a disgusting battle. When he asked, he was still shaking his hands. There were yellow, green and red things on the two serrated long swords. If these two weapons hadn't been with him for many years, he would have just thrown them away now.

"It's over, but it's not over yet." The Sun Flame Sword was not put back into the scabbard, but was carried on the shoulders by Malekith. He walked over slowly, and then laughed and said, "You are still too much. You are young and have too little experience." After saying that, he gently patted Darkus' back, who was still hunched over and vomiting.

"The demon has not returned to the Chaos Demon Realm. We still need to build a bridge. We need to resonate with the destination and completely banish the demon back." Malekith whispered softly next to Darkus. said.

"But I also need a framework, a closed circle that we can cross." After speaking, Malekith walked to the skinner who was saved by Franais, and he stepped on it with one foot. He roared on the Skinner's back, "Are you deaf? I told you that if you make empty threats to me again! I will tear you into pieces! I will let you experience what pain is."

After Malekith finished speaking, he squatted down and grabbed the Skinner's head directly with his left hand that was not carrying the Sun Flame Sword. The black Deha energy continued to surge, and the Skinner who was still lingering a second ago let out a He heard screams from the soul level, and the screams kept radiating around him, lasting for a long time, until he crushed the Skinner's skull.

Malekith inserted his fingers into the Skinner's brain, and black marks surged from the irregular edges of the shattered skull. A shuddering stream of steam rose from the head, flowing as if drawn by the wind. Until a thin black luster shimmered in the rough opening, and the blood and brain matter spread out to form a magic pattern, but he felt that something seemed not quite right. There seemed to be more than two layers here, and there was a subtle layer in the two layers. The mezzanine is so subtle that he only discovered it now.

When the Drukis recovered from vomiting, a door slowly appeared in front of Malekith.

"Let's go when you're ready. We're going to end that demon once and for all." After speaking, Malekith entered the portal without looking back.

The Druchi who stayed there looked at each other in confusion. They looked at Darkus and seemed to be asking if it was not over yet?

Darkus pushed away Drusala's support, shook his head, took a deep breath, strode towards the portal, and jumped into the portal.

Under a scarlet sky, Darkus stumbled upon a pool of boiling blood. A damn howl filled his ears. He looked back and saw a black tower rising in the distance, then a searing chill swept over him and he fell, rolling across the trash-strewn floor as hoarse shouts echoed around him, sounding like Shocked and angry.

After a long time, Darkus found himself lying on the floor of a circular room, the stone walls covered with slimy moss. A rickety stone staircase rose along the outside of one of the walls, leading to a partially collapsed ground floor and an open doorway leading somewhere outside. Then he heard the familiar shouts and heavy footsteps, and he realized that he was not alone. Baine ran over quickly and pulled him up from the ground.

"Outside, the demon just resurrected again, and His Majesty the Witch King is fighting him." After Baine pulled up Darkus, he said something after seeing that Darkeus was fine and ran out without looking back.

Nurgle's vanguard is now a mass of molten flesh, welded together by magic and supernatural will. Arms and legs protruded haphazardly from the pulsating mass, some hands still clutching corroded weapons while others clawed convulsively at the air, twisted faces splayed and groaned in the tawny mass.

As Malekith watched the shape shrinking, Nurgle's leader grew another head on its thick neck covered with maggots. The neck was covered with plump maggots. The moment the head appeared, it opened. He opened his mouth to spit out bile at the Drukis, but unfortunately, the bile mixed with acid that could melt armor, cloth, and flesh was blocked by Malekith again.

"If you only have this ability, you will really have to return to the Chaos Demon Realm, but I assure you, you will see your brother there again soon."

Malekith knew that the Nurgle frontman he killed before was fake in a sense, otherwise he would not have been able to let them in unprepared. Now that they had come inside from the outside, This is the true form of Nurgle's Army, the true form hidden between the Chaos Demon Realm and the mortal world. The previous one is more like a possession.

Sorry, I have been in a bad state these past few days, _(:з」∠)_

I will adjust and try to write more next week.