Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 448 299.Dakus Soul-Breaking Demon Realm (Part 2)

Darkus looked at the sharp claws that appeared again, and could only roll around in confusion. He could feel the strange eyes of the giant dragon staring at him viciously, and the strange pupils were staring at him. He knew that he had no escape. He didn't know how the time in this space was calculated. He had already used the ability of the boots twice when he was at the lake. He retained one of the three spells cast by the boots every day. Now it's time to cast.

The dragon's folded wings tried to flap its body, and the sharp claws at the front grabbed the little guy standing behind at an astonishing arc. At this time, the trident was like a toothpick, unable to effectively strike it.

With the last two experiences, Darkus lowered his body and tried to stand firm on the dragon's body. He knew that the dragon's unnatural sight could not focus on him correctly, and the dragon's attacks always had a trace of deviation. He spat and then grabbed the recurved dagger that was still embedded in the dragon's skin, trying to steady himself. The dragon's ferocious claws were grabbing at him like the claws of death. He lowered his body and nimbly avoided the dragon's attack. His body was almost touching the dragon's hideous skin. He could feel the dragon's powerful breath and stinking airflow, but he calmly maintained his balance.

The dragon roared, and at the moment when he raised his head and prepared to swing, Darkus used all his strength to draw out the recurved dagger. The dragon's liquid flowed on his body, dissolving his flesh and blood, devouring his bones, and fueling his attack. Crazy, he roared in response to the dragon, inserted the scarlet sword into the dragon's body, and then raised his recurve dagger to attack the dragon's twisted one-eye.

However, Darkus is now too weak or the dragon is now too strong.

The dragon raised its head faster than Darkus imagined. It seemed like it was instinctive. It reacted to the little guy rushing towards its eyes. Darkus lost its footing at that moment. For the third time He fell down on the dragon's back, but fortunately, the scarlet sword was drawn out in an instant by Darkus. When it felt Darkus falling, it quickly lowered its head and opened its mouth to bite Darkus. However, perhaps due to the large range of movement or the visual error of its one eye, it missed the bite.

Darkus took this opportunity to roll around on the ground in embarrassment again. When he stood up again, he glared at the dragon, and the dragon also stopped attacking at this time, as if his body was frozen as if he was feeling something. He ignored it and took advantage of the dragon's stasis to attack again. He no longer cared whether this was a flaw in the dragon's show. There was only scarlet in his eyes now.

When the dragon's claws hit the ground again, the entire hall trembled. It reacted and became even more furious. Its festering eyes focused on Darkus. It raised its claws again, determined to kill him this time. Troubles shatter into pulp, like an angry child trying to crush an ant. Darkus, who was originally preparing to attack, retreated again. His sharp claws continued to chase Darkus, causing cracks on the ground. Bones and flesh were scattered everywhere, and some terrible fragments hit and cut Darkus. Us.

Darkus, who felt the sharp impact on his thigh and the clanking of fragments on his armor, heard the reptile behind him hiss with satisfaction. Then the hall was filled with the deafening roar of the giant dragon, and the sharp roars shook him. As he was running, he was about to put the back of his hand on his head, trying to block the noise, when he heard a whistling sound behind him. , the giant dragon leaned back, and its sharp claws landed on the position where he had been standing a second ago. He who avoided the death blow was once again knocked away by the violent airflow.

However, the dragon's attack stalled at this time. It seemed to be affected by something, and it spun around in circles, wreaking havoc left and right. Its tail whipped the wall mercilessly, and the people on the wall let out wailing screams and were hit. The body is festering. Its sharp claws dug deeply into the ground, trying to swallow up its pain in this way. Its wings suddenly opened and hit the ceiling, causing large chunks of flesh and circles of tendons to rain like raindrops. It fell into the hall, poisonous smoke continuously spraying from its mouth, scorching everything it could see.

Darkus, who was constantly moving, took the opportunity to look over. He felt a little baffled by what was happening in front of him. There is no system or strategy to Dragon's Rage, just pathetic madness and pain, and unthinking rage. The giant dragon became violent for some unknown reason and violently attacked everything around it.

"I can't remember the last time we fought together like this." Taking advantage of the gap between casting spells, Asanok's mouth resounded with Hoss's voice. After speaking, he shook his head slightly and activated it again. The magical winds in the Star Stone continue to cast spells.

The elves and gods who were busy fighting and casting spells ignored the suddenly sentimental Hess, and continued to fight against the endless stream of plague carriers rushing out. On the other side, Edreeze and Loic seemed to have recovered their long-lost memories and glory, and they cooperated with each other to fight against the Nurgle beast that had stared at Baine in the tunnel.

Anes Lema gave up Calion's crossbow, which was not useful for him, and took the spear that belonged to Kradin to support Assati, who had transformed again. Assati, who transformed into the form of the Shadow Queen, used physical means to slash left and right where the plague carriers gathered. Each sweep of the heart-breaking gun could fly away a large number of plague carriers, and the tail full of poisonous The hook exploded with unparalleled power, and the death-filled gaze turned the plague carriers who continued to support them into wilted fans.

At this time, the elves and gods have already found the floating tower in the palace. They are fighting with the Nurgle legions who have come to support. The battle situation is sliding towards their side. They know that this is the only way to fight against the floating tower. Only the complete destruction of the tower can reverse the battle between Darkus and the dragon.

After a moment, the giant dragon stopped attacking. Instead, it lowered its head and looked in the direction of Darkus. The twisted pupils were rolling and seemed to be focusing, and its tongue was sticking out of its mouth. , trying to sniff out Darkus' scent from the filth in the hall.

Feeling something, Darkus held his breath and turned his head to look at the giant dragon. He tried to calm his heart that was beating violently in his chest. He saw the dragon's sliding tongue not far from him.

"Your arrival offends my master. Despair is the only salvation. Embrace pain and corruption, praise filth and decay. From the moment you desecrate this place, every breath you take is nothing but vain pride. Toward the inevitable Surrender to the matter, elf, your pitiful soul has been taken away." The dragon took a step towards Darkus, its claws tore apart the bone carpet on the ground, and its fangs and teeth let out a There was a harsh hiss, and the air was filled with its rotten hatred.

"So you can talk." Darkus turned around and pointed at the giant dragon with his scarlet sword. After speaking, he laughed and continued, "In my impression, the giant dragon has always been noble. Creatures should not indulge in this kind of despair. Now I have no intention of understanding your past and your painful experience. But since you are so eager to decay, then I will give you a ride and let you usher in rebirth!"

Darkus' tone revealed contempt and disdain. The scarlet sword's blade shone in his hand. At this time, his appearance was like the posture of a dutiful son holding a big sword in a well-known CG. In his opinion, the giant dragon in front of him is hopeless. All he can do is to cut off the shackles of fate and let the dragon return to peace and no longer become a sad plaything of chaos.

The dragon felt Darkos's emotions, and the malice and hatred in its eyes became more concentrated. It took a step back in surprise, its huge body rubbing against the screaming wall. Darkus launched a direct attack on it, and the sharp edge of the scarlet sword slashed at its front paws. Its sludge-like blood gushes from the wound, its rotten scales bursting under the blow. It roared angrily, its huge body twisting, trying to avoid the sharp edge of the scarlet sword.

"No wonder...it turns out you have become weak." Darkus looked at the dragon's wounds in disbelief. His scarlet sword could not cause such damage at the lakeside and in the hall the previous moment. He reacted quickly and knew that there must be a problem with the floating tower that maintained the power of the dragon, or that there was a problem with the entire palace, otherwise it would be impossible to explain what just happened.

When the dragon's jaws opened to their maximum, Darkus quickly stepped back. He could feel the air around him becoming cold and evil, taking on a green light. He could feel his skin crawling and festering, and the dragon's body shimmering with light. When the evil magic swept over him, the Eye of Taebok on his chest floated, and the amulet against evil magic was visible to the naked eye. It collapsed at a very fast speed. Fortunately, it didn't break into pieces, but it just lost some magical aura.

When the dragon saw that Darkus actually blocked its attack, the twisted and hateful face actually showed human frustration. It roared and charged at Darkus, lashing out with its claws, slamming against the walls and passing through the groaning body like blood-stained branches. When Darkus and the Trident damaged it again, it let out a furious roar, turned around, jumped up, and rushed toward Darkus, its bulky body crawling forward.

Darkus retreated. Forced to dodge the blow, he could only jump towards the wall. Agile and swift, he stabbed the recurved dagger into the screaming and tortured bodies. The claw hook also hooked tightly on the wall. Just after he did all this, the dragon crashed into the floor not far in front of him. The dragon's huge power tore through layers of bones and flesh, and the battered body The ground could no longer support it. The collapsed ground caused the dragon to fall into a shallow pit. The jagged bones were pierced into both sides of the dragon. When the dragon struggled to break free, the bones penetrated deeper. .

The struggling dragon raised its head and opened its jaws, and a hissing breath spurted out. However, its breath deviated, maybe because it was struggling, or because it was far away from Darkus and could not focus again. Because of this, its deadly aura swallowed up the wall on the left side of Darkus, and the body beside Darkus shattered into rotten ashes. After failing to hit it, it once again gathered a terrifying aura, and Darkus could feel the structure of the entire palace trembling violently.

Now the dragon opened its jaws for a third time, terrible disease and fire of destruction gathering in its throat. Darkus struggled to hold on to the wall that was shaking and on the verge of breaking. He was trying to grab his leg to take out the Blade of the Ancients and prepare to do something. He was attracted by a sound. The strange sound seemed to come from the crow's mouth, and the sound was extremely angry. When he raised his head, he vaguely saw a large group of crows appearing above the hall that had been previously destroyed by the dragon.

The enraged crows formed a group, turned into sharp swords and attacked the dragon, flew down and pecked at the dragon with their sharp beaks, and grabbed the dragon. Darkus could feel the dragon's twisted and rotten skin being torn apart by the crow's claws, and he could feel the crow's sharp beak tapping the dragon's scales. The dragon roared angrily, and while preparing to breathe, he tried to point its mouth at him.

The dragon's movements seemed to anger a group of crows. More crows in the sky rushed toward the dragon. The strange crows one after another contained ever-changing sounds, which made Darkos's ears buzz. The gathering crows sprayed at the giant dragon like a black storm. Darkus could see how painful the dragon was under the attack of the crows. The poisonous flames in the dragon's mouth plundered the crows, and hundreds of crows were burned from the ground. disappear or fall from the sky. Crow feathers and bones flew everywhere, but every time hundreds of crows fell, thousands more screamed and continued to pounce on the dragon.

In the end, with the help of Qi Gong, the dragon's breath that was originally directed at Da Gong was unsurprisingly deflected, and the violent and violent breath of plague flames swallowed up the body on the wall.

Darkus suddenly laughed. He felt that everything was so absurd and illogical. He knew that he was not alone, and he knew what he had to do. The wall behind him trembled again, and he knew it wouldn't hold up much longer. He looked up, but there was nothing above. It felt like the falling strata during the battle against Blackhand in Blackstone Foundry, and his hope was dashed. His eyes were locked on the dragon again, and he laughed again, but this time his laughter was no longer absurd, but crazy. He howled like a beast, roared hysterically, and then burst out from the wall. He jumped down and fell towards the giant dragon below.

Darkus rushed into the crowd of crows and directly hit the dragon's swinging head. The violent impact caused him to roll on the dragon's head. He found the right opportunity and stabbed the recurved dagger he was holding behind him. In the giant dragon's skull, he was dizzy after the fall and heard a familiar sound, the sound that would only appear when a sharp blade cuts through the bones. The reptile screamed in agony as the blade struck the dragon's festering brain.

Darkus let out an angry roar, adjusted his posture, and thrust the scarlet sword into the dragon's head. However, half-crouching and half-kneeling, he could not find the right angle. The sharp edge of the scarlet sword could only bring Walking around the dragon's body tissue. The dragon screamed in pain under the attacks of him and the crows, and kept shaking its head. Green liquid continuously overflowed from the dragon's terrible wound.

A whistling sound that broke through the air appeared in Darkus's ears. Marcelan, who was casting a spell on the other side, controlled his trident to go straight down and stab the dragon's head. The sound of bone cracking appeared in his ears again. With no time to think, he adjusted his posture and stood up suddenly to grab the trident. He successfully stood up on the dragon's head, and a large amount of green liquid flowed along the trident. The cracks sprayed on his body, and he roared in pain after being sprayed all over his body. He still chose to hold on to the trident tightly, knowing that this was the only chance.

Darkus could feel that the arm holding the trident was constantly festering, the skin was being dissolved, and the muscles were falling off, but he no longer cared about that much. He controlled the trident to stimulate the Kodi hanging around his neck. Breast ornaments, he could feel the huge force directly breaking through the dragon's defense. A nauseating smell poured into his nasal cavity. The dragon under his feet was twitching violently as if it had been electrocuted. .

The dragon's body twisted unnaturally, its huge wings flapped uncontrollably, and its tail swung wildly and chaotically. The thunderous roar disappeared from the dragon's mouth, replaced by a howl that was a mixture of pain and anger. Scorch marks appeared on its scales, and billowing smoke rose around it.

The terrifying electric current was conducted along the liquid into Darkus's tattered boots, causing his body to tremble uncontrollably. No longer roaring, he changed his arms tremblingly, holding the trident with the inner side of his right arm. While holding the scarlet sword in his right hand, he reached for the Blade of the Ancestors hanging on his thigh with his left hand, and waited until the Blade of the Ancestors was firmly grasped. Finally, his arm no longer held the trident, but slid down the dragon's head.

A strong laser erupted from the muzzle of the Blade of the Ancients. Under the bombardment of the laser, the dragon's one-eye area was filled with smoke, and a burnt smell filled the air. The laser burst out with dazzling light in its one eye, and the surface of the eyeball began to blur under the action of high temperature and strong light. It made a deafening roar, and the yellow paste was like a putrid liquid, flowing along the surface of the dragon's one eye. The depression slid down, and those rolling pupils also rolled out along with the paste.

After being hit hard, the blind dragon became more and more violent, violently attacking everything around it. It shook its head from side to side, thrashing wildly, trying to drive away the spirits that were afraid of being near its eyes. Darkus felt as if his arm was broken and became uncontrollable. Eventually, his arm lost its strength and he was thrown up and flew in the sky. Then he hit the trembling wall and fell to the ground. on the floor.

The dragon was still violently attacking everything around it, and lava-like pain swept through her body. Its claws smashed into the flock, its spray of fire melting thousands of crows, its powerful limbs tearing at the ground, ignoring the bones that stabbed its sides as it pulled itself out of the abyss . Its forked tongue quivered in the air, tasting the scent of spirits in the air.

Darkus's mouth spat out green liquid and yellow blood. He leaned against the wall and watched the huge crawling thing crawling towards him. He tremblingly raised the Blade of the Ancestors, like lifting a It was like shooting an M1911 at a Tiger tank, but the low-altitude diving Mustang did not appear, and the laser gun in his hand could not be activated again. He coughed up blood again and put down the laser gun feebly. His blood-bubbled mouth was no longer chanting the spell that inspired Kodi's breastplate.

Light began to shine from the dragon's destroyed eyes, a searing, blinding light that was both colored and colorless. Light burst from the dragon's skull, its veins glowing, its scaly crawlers gleaming, and burning pain swept through its entire body.

Darkus suddenly laughed when he saw the dragon's miserable condition. He coughed up blood and chanted the incantation again. He knew that the hot high-temperature shock on the Kodi's breastplate had stimulated the dragon's body. Maybe... now there is only one thing missing. That's the last thing.

The dragon struggled against the pain, its claws tearing at the walls and its massive tail slamming against the floor, shattering bones into powder. The impact of the hot heat caused it to burn from the inside out, and smoke began to rise from its body. Steaming blood spurted from its maw, its fangs were dissolving, and its jaws rotted into brown mud.

Trying to howl, the dragon stumbled into the pit, more bones digging into its battered and broken body, and greasy liquid flowed from its broken face as it tried to stand up again. Come down.

"Finally...I am free..."

After the dragon lamented and said these words, the connection between the lower jaw and the skull also fell off. Its head was tumbling in the air, and its twisted skull was like a broken city wall, losing its previous pressure.

Darkus leaned against the wall quietly and looked at the trembling and writhing dragon. Witnessing all this, he couldn't help but fall into thought. He could feel the pain of the dragon. This pain was not only physical. Torture, and soul torture. There was no joy of victory in his eyes, only pity, both for the dragon and for himself. The dragon's liberation also means no longer trapped in corruption and depravity, albeit at the cost of destruction. What about himself?

"Urita... destruction, conquest and sacrifice of innocents, this... is really not a good name." Darkus sighed while waving goodbye to Urita, who still had a trace of outline. The dragon was completely devoured under his witness, leaving only a pool of foul-smelling filth.

Darkus witnessed the dragon's final rebirth, and now he vaguely understood: decadence is just a part of the life cycle. If the old does not go, the new will not come. There was an atmosphere of chaos and destruction, but with the fall of Ulita, there seemed to be a hint of tranquility. At this moment, he could feel his eyelids sliding uncontrollably. He felt so tired and wanted to have a good sleep.

"Your foot-washing water... doesn't work either!" Even though the pain filled Darkus' tortured body, he still forced himself to stand up while teasing him. He knew that he couldn't fall here, here. It is not his end point. He wants to find the great unclean person and give that great unclean person a moment to express his disrespect. Otherwise, he will never be able to close his eyes until he dies.

The crows disappeared, as if they had never appeared before. Darkus, who picked up the scattered pieces, walked forward with his trident, passing through the stench of darkness, through the morbid corridors and rooms. Except for the sound of him walking around, the surroundings were eerily quiet, as if the entire palace was holding its breath and trembling with fear. He found that he seemed accustomed to the rustling of vermin, the gurgle of grubs, and the shrieking of rats, and he found the silence somehow more terrifying.

Even the husks that melted into the walls became motionless, their rotting faces turning into dying masks. But Darkus could still feel the eyes of those bodies staring at him, watching his every move with scrutiny. However, just smiling at these bodies, he was tired and already thinking about this and that.

Darkus could feel the power fading in his body, like the drain valve of a swimming pool being opened. He gritted his teeth and screamed in pain. He could feel his bones shaking and his skin twitching. With. He fell to his knees, writhing in pain, his heart empty, his senses dulled to the point where he felt almost blind and deaf.

In the end, Darkus stood up, as he said, he was a warrior. He wandered in the silent passage with difficulty. When he came to the fork in the passage, he did not hesitate, as if he knew which way to go. He felt like he was approaching the center of the palace, so close now that he could almost taste it, almost feel the black power vibrating in the passage.

A dull tremor ran through the walls, like a violent knock, like thunder in the silent passage. Darkus tried to speed up his pace, but as he approached the end of the corridor, his hurried steps became staggering. The passage in front of him was blocked by a door. The funny thing was that the door was not made of bones and flesh, nor was it a gate, but a simple steel fence.

This funny feeling is like the door to the king's place in a medieval castle is not a thick closing door, but an airlock door full of futuristic technology.

Darkus's body trembled, and fear swept over him like a wave. He could feel the extraordinaryness of this door. He shook his head in disbelief, unable to accept that this was the last obstacle that hindered him. He strode towards the door and grabbed the door latch with both hands. Just as he thought, the steel bars became white-hot the moment he touched them.

The flesh and blood melted from Darkus' fingers and merged with the steel bars. He refused to let go, he refused to let despair overtake him. The smell of burning on his hands reached his nostrils, but he still did not give up. Instead, he held on to the fence tightly and tried to open the door with all his strength. His teeth made a crunching sound. When his strength exceeded its limit, his muscles, which were already on the verge of collapse, made a burning protest.

Darkus still collapsed under the tremendous pressure. He screamed and left the door, clenching his bloody fists, and he could feel the mocking voice resounding in his ears. Just as he picked up the trident and prepared to pry open the fence, the fence changed. The steel of the fence turned into flesh twisted into scales, and the tip of the fence turned into a snake-like head.

After kicking a snake in front of him, Darkus passed through the hissing snakes, his toes curling involuntarily when the cold reptiles brushed against his exposed toes. He got rid of the poisonous snake and left the snake's lair. Soon, an unguarded door appeared in front of him.

As Darkus approached the door, the throbbing rhythm of the walls and floor became more pronounced, and he felt like he had arrived. The walls vibrated with pulses as he walked, and a rotting husk rose before him, its rotting hands gripping him feebly as it groaned faintly. He pushed the body away without hesitation, and when he pushed it away, more bodies appeared in front of him.

Darkus walked through like a whack-a-mole, and unknowingly he found himself standing in a place that seemed to be inside the temple, which seemed to be the center of the palace. The room was illuminated by a golden light, a sickly magnificence that brought tears to his eyes. The walls were covered with criss-crossing veins and arteries, and the fleshy tubes were trembling as fluid flowed through them in confusion.

The floor was a stretch of sinew, like a quilt of skinned flesh. The faces on the floor seemed to feel the arrival of the visitors, and all their eyes looked at Darkus, with madness in their eyes, flashing with vicious power. The plague god's fly rune was branded into the quivering flesh above the chamber, dripping with glowing ichor and crawling with wriggling maggots.

Darkus forced his eyes away from Nurgle's symbol. The afterimage of the diseased rune continued to infect his vision and erode his soul. He began to retching and his body couldn't help but twitch. He looked around this sickly room, but he didn't find his target. He didn't see the throne he expected, not even the shrine. He saw a slimy veil that looked like a swath of slime. Dozens of plague-infected corpses were scattered around, the decaying bodies cut up and burned. Blood still seeped from the corpse's wounds, pooling messily on the shimmering floor.

The bitter laughter tortured Darkus' broken body like plague and despair, and he felt that he couldn't get angry any more. The plague of light, the weeping floor, and the glowing runes of flies, these things enveloped him like boundless darkness.

Just as Darkus fell into violent mood swings, a twisted thing appeared from the shadows in the distance. The thing stretched out its torn arms and smiled at him to say hello. The smile on its deformed face revealed There are emotions such as passion, joy and hatred, mixed together, and there is an indescribable weirdness.

"Please forgive me... my disrespect!"