Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

The Great Unclean One is Nurgle's most powerful daemon, these towering hulks of flesh wielding huge, rusty weapons on the battlefield. Spit out dirty ichor at the enemy, releasing sick plague magic. Their appearance is closest to that of Nurgle, their huge bodies swollen with decayed organs, and their dead flesh is covered with mossy boils and fetid pustules.

Inside the body of the Great Unclean One, a large number of Nurglings and maggots were squirming. This filthy nurturing just confirms Nurgle's truth: as long as there is life, there will be destruction and decay.

Unlike other Nurgle daemons, the Great Unclean One is an eccentric and cheerful daemon. Not only are they orderly, but they are also... smart, and they also have an amazing grasp of strategy and planning. They have a particularly strange sentimentality towards their followers, whether mortal or demonic, and take pride in their efforts to spread their fatherly blessings. They usually call their followers "cute children". They will laugh at their followers' mistakes and ugliness, and they will also cheer for their efforts on the battlefield.

However, not all unclean people are carved from the same template. Among this filthy team, there are some relatively unique beings, and there are also some unsociable beings. Some of them are different from the products in the garden. The bodies of some of the Great Unclean Ones are relatively "clean". Only a small amount of rotten flesh and sores flowing with pus and blood can be found on their bodies. Instead, they are strong enough to The necrotic legs that supported it in striding across the pile of corpses and the huge mouths all over its body. Some were not interested in their colleagues' death knells and plague swords, and chose to hold other weapons.

In addition to the relatively "clean" ones, there are also the relatively "dirty" ones.

The "Sojourner" Grubil who appeared in Darkos' vision was one of Nurgle's Great Unclean Ones and one of Nurgle's most beloved servants. Although all kinds of horrific parasites and spores are not uncommon in Nurgle's followers, it was torn apart by these things and became extremely unclean. Nurglings danced and played on its flesh, or burrowed into it. Come out of the tunnels filled with bile and ichor to sing with your neighbors. It proudly protects its "children", and in return, Nurgling enthusiastically studies all kinds of more shocking plagues and diseases in its body. Likewise, what it holds in its hand is not the death knell and the sword of plague. But a giant incense burner.

Pussy tears flowed from Darkus's eyes as the price of looking directly at the Great Unclean One. With just one glance, he saw the most disgusting thing in the world. Thousands of bodies were twisting under the body of the big demon. Under the influence of Nurgle's magic, they merged into a lump of abominable things, like Like a movable sedan chair, it carries the great demon. The mouth of each body seems to be telling endless pain, but it is suppressed silently, forming a suffocating and terrifying scene.

Darkus could see the big demon's bloated body stepping on the sedan, and the sedan would tear flesh and blood with every step it took. He could feel the cold fury in the demon's withered eye sockets. The rolls of fat that engulfed his neck rippled. From the corner of the big devil's mouth, a fluffy black fly crawled out. The pests flew up and gathered on the head of the demon.

"Your arrival is a blasphemy to this place. Of course, you are welcome to come here, hahahaha..."

Grubil's voice was hoarse, and as the palanquin kept moving, swarms of flies darted away and scattered throughout the palace, carrying its words with a buzzing sound.

Darkus had had enough of all this. He could feel the Great Unclean One's plague magic trying to insert the patient's fingers into his mind again. He was aware of the Great Demon's trick, and he resisted firmly. He laughed at the futility of the Great Demon, and he laughed at the fact that the Great Demon should not use this method to deal with him. When Grubil realized that his mind could not be re-infected, rage swept over him, and his flesh erupted in boils and oozing ulcers.

"Is this all you have? Is this all you can do?" Darkus roared at the Great Unclean One who had disappeared. Soon his roar turned into a painful wail, and the blood was ravaged from his body. seeping from his flesh, his armor in tatters, and his silk robe reduced to smoking rags.

Darkus turned around and looked at his companions. At this time, his companions had all fallen to the ground, struggling in pain, wailing, and roaring. Thick liquid continued to flow from the eyes of his companions, and he could see abscesses and ulcers growing on the places where his companions were exposed to the air. He could think of the unclean trick. Grubile was playing a very interesting trick with them. Step by step, he made them step into the abyss and fall into despair. They felt the pain of being close to the target but helpless, and To fall into the arms of a loving father in this despair and pain, to be reborn in the midst of disease, corruption, death and degradation.

But Darkus still refused to waver in his goal. His companion's journey would come to an end at this point, and he knew that he could only rely on himself for the rest of the journey. Corruption is a continuous process, and he and his companions have been suffering from corruption since entering this world. Now, the corruption value has reached a peak, and the next step is like reading the message. If the demon successfully reads the message, everything will become irreversible, and his companions will become Nurgle's servants. His efforts, and his various Will be shattered by this, and he can still stand. Maybe it was the song of Umak just now that helped him find himself, or maybe the demon treated him as a plaything, allowing him to experience the bone-chilling despair before he died.

"Hold on, hold on, you have to believe me!" Darkus roared, feeling that his strength was weakening and his limbs became cold and heavy. Darkus roared as he walked up to Baine's side.

Baine, who was struggling painfully on the ground, felt the approach of Darkus. He gritted his teeth and pushed the halberd toward Darkus with great effort. The pain was constantly eroding him and destroying him. This was his last can be done. If he could, he wanted to get up and fight side by side with Darkus, but he couldn't do it now. He watched Darkus's eyes constantly flowing out, as if expressing apology and remorse for himself.

Darkus didn't dare to look at his companions who were struggling on the ground. He walked to Tolandir's side, picked up the quiver and bow, and walked towards the hall. As he walked, he seemed to feel something. He turned his head and looked When he passed, his eyes were also covered with pus. He wiped them with his burqa. He saw that his companions were looking at him hard, with blessings and a trace of expectation in their eyes that were thick with water. His eyes were instantly filled with pus again, and he shook his teeth and forced himself to turn his head.

Darkus was supported by his indomitable will, and he could feel his heart being filled with resentment and anger. He rushed down the corridor as if there was no end to time, roaring as acid rain fell on him, but forcing his body to move forward. No matter what happens now, he will not take a step back. The center of the palace is in front of him, and his goal is ahead. He can't look back. There is nothing behind him except shame and death. Only by moving forward can he break through the rich despair. Find a glimmer of hope.

Darkus appeared in the hall filled with bones and smelly moss. He took a greedy deep breath. Even though the place was also full of stench, it still gave him a chance to breathe. He reached to his head and took off the pointed helmet that had been corroded and pitted. Then he tore the robe on his body into pieces, revealing the armor that had been with him but had become tattered. He could feel The rot is constantly eroding the tough steel and leather.

Fatigue tore at Darkus' body, trying to crush him to the ground. He roared angrily and stood up unsteadily. At this moment, he had the urge to take off his armor, which would make him lighter. He regained some sanity and put aside the vulnerability that came with it. He knew he couldn't do this. Although the armor would slow down his speed and make his already weak strength heavier, the armor was his last protection.

Darkus took off the sea dragon skin kettle from his belt. At this time, he could no longer care about anything. He unscrewed the lid and took a quick sip, then threw the kettle he got from his brother on the ground. on the ground. He walked like this step by step, dropping everything he could throw away step by step, until finally he took off his belt, and he took Cody's breastband and the scabbard of the scarlet sword with him. Derek hung it around his neck like that. He didn't look back at the ground covered with his belongings, he squinted his eyes to study his surroundings.

There are countless rooms in the hall, and the doorframes of each room have weird and rotten teeth. Darkus shook his head after examining them for a while. He could feel some unnatural instinct guiding him. Reason should have allowed him to refuse to be led by the nose when this kind of despair and loss embraced him, but he still chose to hum as it echoed in his ears. The Song of Ummak follows this lead.

Darkus passed those jagged teeth. He began to expect that when his teeth passed between them, the huge jaw would suddenly close. However, nothing happened. Those teeth were like decorations. Entering the door, he found a muscular hall, red and rough in the stagnant light that filled the palace. The muscles rippled and pulsed violently as he came closer, the walls slamming together with a wet slapping sound of flesh, the ceiling and floor embracing each other.

After a while, the muscle walls recede, and as the vibrations subside, the passage opens again. He knew what he had to do. He took the sarsaparilla root juice wine he took off his belt and put it into his arms and poured it into his mouth. He choked and coughed loudly due to his violent actions, but it was like Huoxiang Zhengqi water. The wine restored his vitality a little. The wall shook again. After the shaking, he did not hesitate and rushed through the passage with speed and agility that was almost beyond normal.

As Darkus ran, various thoughts flashed through his mind, and another voice appeared in his mind, constantly questioning him: Do you regret it? Do you regret it? He ignored it because he knew it was meaningless. If he went back to the time of his original choice after his current experience, he would still choose to come here, but this time he would be more prepared and let more people come in. ,regret? Doesn't exist, because he is Darkus! Because he is Darkus Hellscourge!

However, Darkus ran so fast because of his imagination. The sharp teeth on the wall tore his armor, and some even bit deeply into his body. He collapsed as he felt a surge of power surge through him, knowing those teeth were poisonous, boiling in his veins like manticore venom, and he howled in agony, bones They were rubbing against each other, twisting and stretching inside their bodies. His skin began to turn an unnatural black-green color, and as it changed, his screams became rough and turned into beast-like roars. He felt that he was being deprived of the sarsaparilla root juice wine at this time. It also makes his senses more sensitive like DEBUFF.

After a moment, Darkus slowly climbed up from the ground, then staggered and fell. He could feel a strange force pulsing in his body. He could feel that it was a terrifying force. , this power made him physically weak and desperate.

Suddenly, Darkus felt a strange warmth in his body. His eyes were dancing. He felt that the scene around him had changed. He felt that he had come to the sun, and a figure appeared in front of him. A female elf with ivy hair floated in front of him in a light posture. The figure floated towards him, surrounded by the green atmosphere, and the vitality of the grass and trees hit his nostrils,

"Victory will belong to you, you just need to reach out and take it." The elf girl squatted on the ground with her head lowered, caressing Darkus' shoulder with her hand and said with a smile, and then handed the liquid flowing in the cup to Darkwu Si's mouth.

Apart from the sigh of the wind blowing through the leaves and the creaking of the swaying branches, Darkus could not feel any sound. He looked at the elf girl. He knew very well who this was. He glanced at the elf girl and then lowered his head. After looking at the liquid in the cup, he opened his lips.

The cup poured into the hands of the elf girl, and the liquid continued to pour into Darkus' throat. The liquid filled his body with a force, dispelling fatigue and pain.

"He discovered me." After the elf girl finished speaking, she looked at Darkus again and said with a smile.

Then the illusion disappeared, and Darkus could feel the scarlet sword in his hand becoming warm to the touch. He got up with difficulty and climbed up. He turned his head and looked at the hall where they were already hugging each other tightly. He did not stop, but ran along the passage. He could feel that the air around him was being constantly twitched, and the walls seemed to be angry, and the twisted structure almost crushed him. It was as if the palace itself possessed a terrifying, malevolent intelligence seeking to destroy him. He roared and rushed out at the last moment.

What finally appeared in front of Darkus was a huge hall. When he moved in the dripping hall full of carrion, he could see the sky outside through the gap above his head. The sky outside was no longer the same as before. Black and green, but ever-changing purple-blue. He paid no attention to it, and at the same time ignored the dilapidated, pitiful bodies on the wall reaching out to him.

Darkus could feel the desperate sounds made by those bodies when they saw him. Maybe these bodies were forced, or maybe there were dirty and despicable lives deep in their hearts. When he discovered the true face of the god he served, It was already too late by then, but he ignored it. He knew that there was not much time left for him. If he didn't want his companions to become like this, he had to hurry up.

The cries of crows rang in Darkus's ears. Even though his eyes were filled with mucus, he caught the group of crows when he raised his head. The crows were circling in the place full of cracks. As every one of his senses focused on the ravenous, squawking birds, trying to tell whether the crows belonged to Nurgle or Tzeentch, his heartbeat sped up.

However, it was not the group of crows that made Darkos nervous, but his awareness of the presence of the Trident of the Sea. The trident stayed in the dragon's mouth after fighting the dragon. While he was pondering, the stench of decay filled his nose, and the familiar stench almost frightened him. He could feel the palace shaking, and a huge force was coming towards him. The wall full of groaning bodies not far away from him suddenly burst open, spraying a burst of cracked flesh and putrid blood.

The giant dragon that Tolandil called Urita rushed out of the crack in the wall. It ignored the stinky blood flowing on its body, not to mention the broken and screaming body under its body. It turned its head to stare at Darkus, and at the same time, the rotten tongue that could still move in the front popped out of its mouth. Its bloated body occupies most of the hall, and its rotten skin is constantly peeling off due to corrosion by venom. Despite the wounds it had sustained, there was no doubt that terrible power still pulsed through its massive body, its claws tearing the skin of the floor and bones snapping under its immense weight as it moved.

Darkus did not retreat, let alone hesitate. Instead, he directly raised his halberd and barrier and charged towards the dragon with a roar. He no longer had time to think so much. He knew that only by defeating this dragon could he obtain that A slim chance.

At the same time, on the other side, Baine slowly climbed up from the ground. He walked to Franais and leaned over to pick up the halberd. He faced Franais, who was still suffering great pain but managed to look at him. Lanais smiled and nodded. After seeing that Franais understood, he walked to Shakala again, picked up the three-pronged boomerang while comforting Shakala, and then walked to Selire's side and peeled off the ring.

Just when Edreze was comforting his followers, Drusala also got up from the ground. He looked at Colonia who also got up. However, at this moment, the two of them did not have the usual presence in Dacus. The way they looked at each other was that they were looking at each other sharply, wanting to tear each other alive on the spot.

At this moment, Tolandir, who picked up the Reality Blade and the Half-Clive Broadblade from Kewell and Selile, stood between Drusala and Colonia. Colonia, who chose not to lose his breath, or Hecate, who temporarily controlled Colonia, stood up, then activated the magical wind in the star stone, waved his staff, and chanted spells around him.

Drusala, or Assati, who let out a charming laugh, also stood up, glanced at Loic who was standing between her and her good sisters, and then glanced at Alyssa who got up from the ground. , or rather Isa, also raised her staff and chanted the spell along with her good sisters.

One after another, Asanok, who represented Hoth, Kalien, who represented Anes Lema, and Kaia, who represented Marcelan, also got up from the ground.

Soon, a protective shield appeared around the elves, slightly weakening their corrosion and pain, allowing them to escape from the pain slightly and barely see what was happening around them.

"Are we going to find him?" Baine's mouth made a sound like metal friction. As he spoke, he turned his head to Isa, who was reciting a spell to heal the elves on the ground. Before Isa could answer anything, what did she think of? He then pointed at Gavino lying on the ground, but he quickly turned his finger and pointed at Lindyalok and asked, "Why didn't He come?"

Isa, who was casting the spell, did not say anything, but shook her head helplessly. She knew that Adreze was asking where Asurayan was, but it might not be appropriate to ask where her husband was instead. He glanced at the man who was doing it. After looking at Anes Lema who was ready to make a move, he then looked at Loic again.

"He's fighting that dragon, and we're going to the other side. We have to hurry, he won't last long."

After Loic said that, he set off. Adreze who was following him also started to move. The two sisters looked at each other again and then moved too. At this time, almost all the elves and gods who could come to help had arrived. These elves and gods who did not deal with him, or who were usually quarrelsome with each other, followed Loic and ran to the other side where Darkus had started.

As for Asuryan and Mora'ig...

The elves still lying on the ground turned their heads hard and looked at each other. Obviously they were shocked by the scene that just happened. They seemed to realize something. They had an unbelievable feeling, as if they were now It's like a dream, or rather... I've been dreaming since I stepped into the gap.

On the other side, Ulita gave Darkus a surprise, a big, big surprise. The corners of its mouth cracked, and its flesh and blood continued to crack, breaking through the limitations of the trident stuck in its mouth. Its baleful eye was fixed on the little thing rushing towards it, and the air hissed around the edges of its teeth as it drew air deep into its powerful lungs. It tilted its head back, and its chest expanded as the venom in its body grew. Then its head and neck were parallel like a snake, its jaws opened wide, and it spat out a ball of burning plague at Darkus.

Darkus's expression became astonished. He never expected that the giant dragon in front of him would attack him like this. This was really a surprise. Unable to escape, he could only lift up the walking barrier and place his hope on the barrier. Then his body curled up against the back of the barrier while he was still trying to control the trident.

The floor was engulfed by dragon's breath, bubbling and then turning into greasy goo. The wall screamed in pain, and the body that formed the wall instantly withered in front of the dragon's breath. Darkus gritted his teeth and roared, using all his strength to support the shield. His body was trembling. He could feel the armor and shield steaming, and there were signs of melting in the next second.

The entire hall was filled with the poisonous breath breathed out by the dragon, and Darkos felt that every muscle in his body became insignificant in front of the power of the dragon. His breathing was quick, and he felt as if he were in a sea of ​​poisonous, searing fire. However, he could not retreat. Although the dragon's breath breathed by the giant dragon in front of him was terrifying, he knew that he could not fall here.

Darkus tried hard to support the shield to resist the dragon's terrifying breath. The rubies on the surface of the barrier burst out with bright red light. The shield's magic defense had some effect, helping Darkus to resist the scorching heat tenaciously. Attack, heat waves continued to surge around him. Finally, the dragon's breathing stopped, and he knew that he had barely blocked the deadly dragon's breath.

"As expected of something from the last era." A sharp voice sounded in the air, and Darkus sighed in his heart. With the dragon's breath, the trident that had been stuck in the dragon's mouth was detached, and he found that He was able to control the trident again. He had no time to think anymore and picked up the halberd on the ground. He endured the scorching heat of the halberd body and threw the halberd up. Holding it while enduring the severe pain, he activated the button on the halberd, and then again Throwing it lightly, he grabbed the halberd and accelerated his pace while controlling the trident.

Thunder and lightning, like the fury of Darkus, suddenly cut through the air and gathered at the tip of the trident. At the moment when the electric light flashed, a crack appeared in the purple-blue sky above the palace, and arcs of electricity danced in it, releasing deafening thunder.

The giant dragon felt this sudden attack, its body trembled slightly, and its pupils showed surprise and alertness. But the lightning was faster than it could react, and it hit its head directly. Feeling this fatal threat, it deflected its head at the last moment. Three lightning bolts and the trident that followed hit the dragon's eyes. beside. After receiving this blow, it closed its eyes and shook its head, roaring. Its actions at this moment made Darkus approach even faster.

Seeing that the attack was unsuccessful, Darkus cursed secretly and then deflected the trident at the last moment. The roaring trident passed in front of the dragon's eyes, and then flew into the air again, gaining experience from the last battle. Of course, he couldn't let the Trident fall into passivity again. However, at this moment, he vaguely felt that something was wrong. The trident was gradually getting out of his control. As he was throwing the halberd, he suppressed the panic in his heart and glanced into the air. He found that the trident was still flying in the sky. But... it was more agile and natural than what he controlled, and there was no sense of frustration when turning. He felt like the trident was... being controlled by Marcelan.

However, the fact was just as Darkus was thinking. Marcelan, who was following the team on the other side, sensed the existence of the trident and also sensed Darkus' situation. He directly took over the trident that originally belonged to him. His weapons helped Darkus fight.

Darkus, who vaguely felt something, no longer fought for the control of the trident, but focused on the giant dragon in front of him. When he was about to get close to the dragon, he threw the halberd. He ignored the impact of the halberd on the giant dragon. Instead of being injured by the dragon, he struggled to pull out the scarlet sword that was also hung in the scabbard on his chest. The scabbard finally couldn't support it the moment he twitched. The scabbard made of sea dragon skin had gone through this journey. After being destroyed, it finally became fragments.

The halberd that Darkus ignored was also slapped away by the dragon as he thought, but it didn't matter anymore. He activated the fire element in the scarlet sword and struck the dragon fiercely. The scales and rotten flesh continued to fall off with the sound of cutting and crunching, and the dragon's crawling blood spurted out from the wound. Fortunately, he had avoided it at the last moment and did not bathe in the dragon's putrid blood.

At the same time, the attack of the trident also arrived. The trident hit the tendon of the dragon's wrist like a dragonfly on water, and then the trident hit the target and was out of the dragon's range.

Darkus screamed as he heard the dragon's roar. His scream was a blood-curdling mixture of pain and ecstasy.

The dragon roared in pain, threw itself back, shook its head, and tried to attack again. And Darkus, who was listening to the roar of the dragon, also screamed. His scream was a mixture of pain and ecstasy, which was horrifying. He dropped the walking barrier and tightly grasped the hilt of the scarlet sword with both hands. Like a mad berserker, he slashed at the dragon's neck.

Fist-sized maggots spurted out from the dragon's newly opened wound, sliding down Darkus' blade with disgusting life. He heard the whistling sound while he was attacking, but his reaction was still slow. The dragon's sweeping claws hit him directly. A talisman brought in before setting off exploded directly on his chest, with an opal talisman. The powerful amulet helped him block the blow.

But it was not completely blocked, or the talisman was not magical to a certain extent. Darkus was directly knocked away by the dragon's sweep. He hit the wall of flesh that was still wailing. He heard his body hitting the wall of flesh and bones. At the same time as the shattering sound came from his body, he felt that all the bones in his body were also shattered. He felt like none of his bones belonged to him now, and he rolled to the ground, trying to stagger to his feet.

Darkus, who noticed the abnormality, suddenly looked up and found that the giant dragon was above his head. The dragon's claws slammed down on him. Unable to avoid it, he could only try to roll over. He knew that the function of the boots might only be used once. If it failed, it would be over. He didn't want to use this precious opportunity here.

The entire palace was trembling because of the dragon's attack. Darkus, who had just rolled out, flew out directly under the huge shock wave. He could hear the dragon's roar with fury and pain.

The dragon's rage grew, and its tail swung violently, slamming into the wall and splitting it open like a butcher's blade. (End of chapter)