Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 439 290. Tzeentch stands on my shoulders

Although Darkus is not yet capable of commanding large armies and engaging in large-scale battles, he is good at small-scale battles and commanding. It’s like his talent point was inexplicably wrong, and it’s like he is unknowingly good at counterattack. Big, just like dealing with those monsters, ghosts, ghosts and demons.

Now Darkus has rich experience in leading a group, and has countless famous and unknown achievements, such as the snowy night outside Krakalond City, the all-star lineup that destroyed the top leaders of the Plague Clan under Queza, Jinchi and Ao The glorious achievements of Bean Island are not worth mentioning. He knows how to maximize the strengths and avoid weaknesses of small group members, and he also knows how to deal with those monsters.

As the unspeakable monster appeared, Drusala's fingertips touched the magical wind blowing over, but she became dizzy before she could control it, and strange hallucinations kept appearing in her mind. In one moment she experienced many unforgettable scenes. Her childhood, the words her mother said to her, her first magic book, the destruction of her family, everything that happened when she met the Witch Queen.

These memories no longer appear in Drusala's mind. Sometimes the scenes are slightly different, but in her memory she is constantly flipping through the magic book. According to her mother, it was handed down from their family's ancestors, and The being who wrote that book was also named Drusala, who was active during the Great Schism and the Great Sundering. Finally, he obeyed the Witch King's order and went to Elsin Alvin. In the end, there was no news and no trace.

Drusala's mother gave her this name in the hope that she could regain the family's previous glory. Now she found that the magic book was full of intricate evil, turning her into darkness. She suddenly realized that these things reflected some possibility within her. Are these her secret dreams and nightmares, or something else?

Drusali calmed down and touched the ogham stone on her chest. She found that she could no longer touch the ogham stone. Maybe the ogham stone had been broken. She concentrated again and started to think about it from her thoughts. After clearing away the reflections of the past, when her sanity returned, she noticed a line of words appearing on the surrounding stones, a paragraph of words that she could read: The old road has been destroyed by chaos, and you must be wary of the twisted road ahead.

In an instant, Drusala understood that this was the place where her previous world intersected with the Chaos Demon Realm. This place could be shaped, processed, and changed. Thoughts and dreams echoed here, and she realized she had fallen into a trap that was, in a sense, a bubble of chaos rising in the seething warp. It was also a window into other worlds, if one knew the direction. , these places may only exist once, or ten times, or a lifetime, or a thousand years. She knew that if she wanted to, she could lead the team in a different direction, into other worlds.

Drusala, who had briefly recovered, fell into chaos again. She now particularly wanted to know what it would be like to be permanently trapped in such a bubble, like those lonely ghosts before? A miniature universe carved from her deepest desires, reflecting her own secret history? Can she create a paradise? Could she create a perfect place, a happy place where she and Darkus could stay and have no trouble, a place where the darkness in her heart would never be illuminated, a place where she would never feel jealous or bitter? ?

Is this the ancient sage's secret? Did the Old Ones create their own micro-universes out of these bubbles? Is this possible? This is a concept that confuses Drusala. She is more curious about where the ancient saint has gone than Darkus. The threads of the magical wind were constantly entangled in her eyes, and she saw bubbles of chaotic matter flowing, like droplets falling from a funnel.

Sometimes the bubbles would merge, and sometimes they would split and go their separate ways, like looking at some primitive life form, which appealed to Drusala in a way. She could feel the rolling spheres being disturbed by huge pulses of energy, flowing first in one direction and then in another, like seaweed being dragged by the tide. She realized almost immediately that the energy pulses were related to occasional disturbances in the mortal world, and that by tracing the source of the energy pulses, she had a good chance of finding the cause of the disturbances.

Suddenly, a strange intuition touched Drusala, a feeling that only appeared in her dreams. Is this a figment of her imagination, she wonders, or is someone reaching out to her? Or was it some kind of subtle attack projected by the creature in front of her? Calming herself again, she tried to slow down, and as she did, she noticed another archway glowing in an oddly familiar way.

Additionally, Drusala noticed traces of a magical resonance that struck her as incredibly powerful, created by something that was not itself chaotic. In fact, it is the resonance of a weapon or device with great resistance to Chaos, a force almost as powerful as a god. Is this a treasure lost on the road long ago? Or is it like the creation of the ancient saints that she discovered along the way with Darkus? Is this what Darkus is looking for?

At this time, Darkus was not thinking as much as Drusala or the spellcasters who were in a sluggish state. He found that the magical magic had failed, and he only knew that the monster in front of him was rushing over. He jumped to the side as the tentacles fell on him. Then he rushed towards the monster and waved the tentacles of the Trident of the Sea. Soon he saw a sight that made him sick. A large group of swollen white insects fell from the monster's body and rushed toward him. Come.

Darkus noticed a small set of eyes on either side of each white insect's mouth, which reminded him of a spider. He could feel that these eyes contained a strange intelligence and an incredible malice. Even though the white bug was big, he still couldn't see what harm it could do to him, as long as it didn't get close enough to bite, unless it could spin silk?

Just when Darkus started to attack, other active elves also started to attack. The monster looked bluffing, but its jelly-like trembling body had no resistance in front of the sharp blade. But what's disgusting is that the bugs explode on horrific impact, emitting a stream of slime-like liquid that stinks everywhere like rotten curdled milk.

The huge monster leaned forward, and its tentacles stretched out again. The elves continued to chop, causing more terrible milky white liquid to flow out. The stone slab became sticky, and the mucus stuck to the soles of their shoes, allowing them to chop. The speed is slowing down, and the disgusting stench is constantly threatening them.

Cowell, who was holding the Blade of Reality, was slashing left and right. Now he had a mentality of taking this treasure as his own, because this weapon was so useful. But soon his mentality changed again, and when a tentacle surrounded him, he swung his weapon and cut the tentacle in half. The tentacle fell to the ground and began to twist like a snake, showing a life independent of its original owner. Under his watch, the tentacle began to heal and regenerate, just like the limbs of the legendary Leviathan, or the limbs of a hydra. Same head.

"Back off!" Darkus shouted.

Darkus found that the monster in front of him was swelling, like a balloon after inhaling air. He had a feeling that this was a magical forward swing, just like the reading bar before the BOSS enlarges the move in some games, but he could not predict what would happen in the future because it was too unfamiliar to him and it was beyond him. All previous experience range.

However, the so-called forward shaking time was shorter than what Darkus thought. A stinky smell hit the elves, and a gust of wind roared in his ears, making a buzzing sound, but he was very aware of it. The buzzing sound had nothing to do with the monster's breathing. It was the sound produced by millions of flies flapping their wings simultaneously. And the flies were not ordinary flies, but huge, plump luminous gem bodies. He could feel that these flies had a different kind of intelligence like those white insects. Maybe these things are all part of the same thing, maybe they all have the same intelligence.

This was the last thought in Darkus' consciousness, and then fear swept over him, as if millions of flies were attacking the team in an overwhelming manner. He could feel the wings of flies caressing him. Hitting him right in the eye area, threatening to fill his mouth and nostrils.

Darkus was thrashing wildly like the other elves, but it was like he was fighting against the fog. He could feel that he had killed hundreds of flies, maybe thousands, but more and more flies. Pounced over, he could imagine that he was filled with flies, covering every corner of his body. He could feel the flies trying to crawl through his lips and into his ears in a unique way.

The smell grew stronger, and the hum of the beating wings seemed to have a sound of its own. Darkus seemed to vaguely hear the words praising the plague and the loving father in the strange muttering. He didn't know whether it was true or a product of his own fear. What made him feel even more troublesome was that the magic weapon he thought was the magic weapon to win the game, the straw, did not work that magically.

Just when things got worse, just when Darkus could feel the monster's tentacles surrounding him, biting his body with suction cups, and then lifting up a weightless man, the situation was reversed. .

Drusala, who was the first to wake up, took out the star stone prepared in advance. She could only rely on the star stone now, instead of relying on the powerful energy that could pollute the ancient holy stones. She chanted a spell of dispelling and banishment, magical winds dancing from the tips of her outstretched fingers. The next second, the strong wind separated the fly from the elf, and separated the connection between the fly and the magical wind thread, allowing the fly to return to an unconscious insect again. She improved again and added the power that could cause the fly to burn.

Just when Drusala was casting the spell, Colonia also woke up. After taking a look at the current situation, she didn't say anything. Instead, she also took out the star stone, guided the energy in the star stone with her arms, and then The advanced magic purified the polluted dirty air, and then she focused her attention on the monster's body. The secret cleavage appeared directly on the monster's body. The monster's body was ignited, and magical pure white flames appeared on the monster's body. Constantly burning and boiling, the monster smelled like stinky lard. The monster screamed, and the previous sound stopped.

After reacting, Darkus spat and rushed forward. The sharp blade of the Trident of the Sea crashed through the monster's slimy skin. At this time, the elf who also reacted also rushed towards the monster and slashed at it. The monster no longer screamed, but instead made a strange whimpering sound, and as the elves attacked, the crying became more and more intense. The monster's tentacles no longer twisted, and the monster's indescribable body was also in pain on the ground. squirming.

The farce was over, and the twisting monster seemed to be retreating faintly, but the elves did not give it a chance. The spellcasters who gradually woke up used their special skills to attack it. The flies and white insects were burned, and it Its flesh was also being burned, and soon it stopped crying and screamed again. Then it lay there motionless, and the corroded dragon skull also fell to the ground.

Before he could take a breath and clean up the traces of the previous fly infestation, Darkus was caught in some kind of test again. He looked at a lot of meaningless things. He seemed to be walking along an infinitely extending corridor, in the circulation of the air. Speeding past, the walls of the corridor changed with every heartbeat. Strange luminous orbs passed through the walls and merged into them like mercury, constantly beating and changing. He didn't know where he was or where he was going. Madness kept eroding him. In this once again silent corridor, he felt that his sense of loss was back, and it was stronger than before.

Darkus began to see some other things, and he began to identify them. He found that they seemed to be some photos? Or a picture? It was a fleeting vision of himself and others. Some of them are obvious memories. Some of them he no longer remembers. This may have been a vision of people he was connected to, but he didn't recognize those people, and everything seemed strange.

When Darkus's senses became more real and more like a dream, his eyes were filled with more images. He felt that he was still standing in the same place, but the walls around him began to move faster and faster. It's incomprehensible. He is not a warlock, nor does he want to be a warlock. His previous knowledge cannot be used here. Maybe pure chaos should be like this?

More and more scenes appeared in Darkos's eyes. He saw some familiar fragments in these rapidly passing scenes. He could see Marist sitting on the shoulders of the ancient tree people and leading Ai. Neil and the army of forest spirits were advancing. He could see Malekith and Annasara standing together and discussing something. He could see Walter and Dorian standing in the vast field with a gorgeously dressed man. The Skink Priest was discussing something. He could see Shakspati, who was meditating at the Pyramid of Stars in the West, suddenly opened his eyes and seemed to be looking at him through the scene, with concern and curiosity in his eyes.

More scenes flashed around Darkus. He could see a human-style ancient castle, surrounded by silence and desolation. It seemed that that might be Sylvania? He could see the Imperial army fighting the undead army. He knows that these things may have never happened, they may have already happened, they may happen soon, or they may happen in the distant future. Maybe it's an hallucination in his mind, a language for the future, where he can get a glimpse of everything happening in the world?

Darkus didn't know, he didn't care, he felt like he was going crazy, he was going to be overwhelmed by his feelings, he knew that if he continued like this, his mind would collapse and he would turn into a babbler and incoherent lunatics. He saw some other objects getting closer and taking on new forms. But he felt no presence around him, and his mind was filled with thoughts and tendrils of silky, malevolent evil.

The air became moist and lush, and a huge, boiling swamp stretched in front of Lindyalok. The rotten stench became more and more suffocating to him, and he felt that every breath he took would be corroded by the filth. Huge weeds grew extremely violently, and their slender stems pointed straight into the sky, as if they were about to break through the clouds. The vines wrapped around the tree trunks are undulating in a strange and orderly manner, as if they have their own lifeline. The earth is suffocating with rot and filth, and vermin are swarming around in the stench.

Lyndya Locke felt strange again. He had seen similar visions when he was in Lauren Loren. Although the scene in front of him was the same, he felt... it was very prosperous here, and there was no rottenness full of death. There was no depravity, everything seemed so...thriving, the opposite of what he had seen in the Laurentian Glades.

Darkus felt that the scene in front of him had changed again, and his thoughts were gradually returning to normal. He looked at the unfamiliar environment in front of him and couldn't help but recall what had just happened. The strange thing is that that incident clearly happened, and the feeling of the fly lying on his face was still vivid in his mind, but his impression was actually blurred. He vaguely remembered that he was standing in a corridor before, and there were three corridors at the end of the corridor? Or the four ever-changing luminous arches through which he and his teammates had crossed? Or had the arch moved in some way, allowing them to enter it unknowingly?

After taking a look at the Nurgling scene, Darkus was about to turn his head to confirm the safety of his teammates, but at this moment, he felt a magical change happen to his shoulders, and he turned his head stiffly and looked over .

The frightened elves standing behind Darkus wanted to release their pent-up emotions, but the scene at that moment was frozen, and their bodies stiffened as if a group spell had been cast. Only eyes can move, only thoughts can flow. At this time, they noticed the object on Darkus' shoulder in panic.

Franais and Alyssa's eyes suddenly widened because they saw the object on Darkus' shoulder. They had seen the object standing on Darkus' shoulder more than once, but this time... they felt It seemed not, but other scary things, which reminded them of the strange parrot they saw in the Lustria continent.

Darkus, who turned his head and looked over, felt a thump in his heart. He saw madness. Courage and fighting skills were almost useless in the face of this madness. The sky seemed to turn into a strange tapestry of blue and pink, the winding magic trails converged into arcane symbols, and the earth began to flicker and transform. The grass turned into hissing dens of snakes, and the trees sprouted mouths and started talking gibberish, cheering for the carnage to come.

"Only I can control destiny. I have seen your destiny. Darkus, do you want to know?"

The screams kept echoing in Darkos's mind. He felt that he was really going crazy, really crazy. His vague consciousness made him realize that the thing that suddenly appeared on his shoulder did not look like anything. Even if the old woman forgot the stupid secret code she used to communicate with him, she would not make such a strange sound and make almost a thousand kinds of screams and laughter.

"I know all endings, and any fate belongs to me. The prophecy is not worth mentioning. He cannot..."

"What? What are you talking about? I can't hear clearly, it's too confusing." Darkus stretched out his right hand and pointed at the other ear and shouted loudly, as if he really couldn't hear clearly, but he really couldn't hear. Qing, he felt that his mind was in a mess.

"I..." Thousands of screams and laughter stopped abruptly after Dax's roar. He tilted his head in surprise and looked at Dax with a shocked expression.

Darkus took advantage of the momentary cessation of the sound to look over again involuntarily. When he saw it, he called him a good guy. He saw a black and colorful crow standing on his shoulder. His eyes could actually catch it at this time. to the colors on the crow.

The crow's feathers are not only deep black, but also interspersed with mysterious colors, like flowing phantoms dancing on its wings. This colorful light is not bright and dazzling, but exudes a dark, deep and strange luster. His beak is curved, but it is not elegant in the usual sense. On the contrary, it reveals a disturbing sense of weirdness. The surface of the beak is covered with black sclera, like a deep dark film. The most important thing is that the beak is full of slender eyes, making the beak look even more weird and unknown.

What impressed Darkus most deeply was the crow's eyes. Those eyes were not only slender, but also extremely unique. The pupils of his eyes reflected endless darkness, as if leading to another dimension, like a black hole swallowing brilliant light, and an unspeakable fear enveloped Darkos's heart.

The worship of the God of Change is diverse. Some humans who worship Chaos depict him as a huge blue-feathered crow and call him the Crow God. Others depict Him as a many-eyed spider, and still others as a living flame burning in a moon-shaped cauldron.

However, Tzeentch's true form is ever-changing, possessing the most grotesque features among the dark gods. He is changing every minute and every second and does not possess any constant characteristics. Those who gaze at Him will find that His body is covered with flickering and chattering faces, all of which have distorted and grotesque expressions. As He speaks, the countless mouths of His body respond to His words, changing the meaning of each sentence with varying rhythms and subtle inflections, repeating His words with subtle inflections or sarcastic comments. These faces create It had a maddening effect, making everything He said... no longer credible.

If Darkus's judgment is correct, the person standing on his shoulders is Tzeentch, who is known as the fate changer, the master of destiny, the supreme conspirator, the creator of destiny, the lord of lies, the weaver of destiny and the great mutant!

"I am the master of destiny. I can see the past, present, and future! I know everything."

"Is this the Demon Realm of Chaos?" Darkus pointed to the looming palace deep in the swamp in the distance, as if his hearing was not very good, and roared at the crow on his shoulder.