Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

After the crow cawed, its shape expanded like a storm, and the gems and diamond-like feathers on its body shone with strange light. The body gradually stretched and twisted, as if it was a change in chaos. Hundreds of eyes blinked from the mottled chest, shining like stars in the darkness.

Darkus just glanced at the crow and then ignored it. He continued to drive his inner curiosity towards the box. He knew that this was Tzeentch appearing in some form again. In his opinion, it was his duty and normal for Tzeentch to help him, just like something must be done in order to achieve certain necessary results. Just like sending a magic disk to help his team cross the river before, without this link, there would be no current changes.

However, if Darkos opens his mouth to ask for Tzeentch, or seeks mercy and alms, then the nature has changed, that is, he is seeking a deal from the evil god, and the target of the deal is a player like Tzeentch, which is bound to be very... pit. They said it was a chess match before, but now they are begging for help with their crotches and faces... This is such a ecstasy for Tzeentch. Today, Tzeentch has won all the emotions.

At this time, Darkus didn't know that Tzeentch's laughter echoed in the Crystal Maze, and then the wanton laughter echoed inside and outside the Crystal Maze, and the All-Changing Demon Lord and the Scriveners all laughed along with him. The laughter was full of mockery, sarcasm, and provocative ridicule. The laughter can be said to come and go, and it can't stop for a long time. Laughter seems to be an invisible weapon, poking directly at the stupidity of the Great Unclean One, revealing his conceited fate in a merciless way. The laughter is like a sharp sword, pointed directly at Nurgle, as if mocking the Great Unclean One for his overconfidence and his destruction.

The news that Grubil was exiled due to his stupidity and short-term success quickly spread to the realms of various Chaos Evil Gods, causing a round of mocking laughter. Even Khorne and Slaanesh were no exception. Exile felt extremely mocked. Laughter echoed in the Chaos Demon Realm, as if laughing at the current decline of a once arrogant companion. The din of Chaos was filled with scorn and sarcasm, and every Chaos god and demon except Nurgle was laughing at Grubil the Fool.

"Have you decided?" Crow's eyes changed as he looked at the pillar in the distance, revealing a look of confusion, curiosity and disbelief, as if he was shocked by the sudden appearance of the pillar. Then he no longer looked at the pillar, but tilted his head to look at Darkus who made the pillar appear.

"What to decide?" Hearing the ever-changing voices echoing in his mind, Darkus also asked in his mind.

After saying that, Darkus ignored Tzeentch and continued to move forward with difficulty. Following the chrysalis, he could feel the box getting closer and closer. At this moment, the crow shook his head. He could clearly feel some itching in his mouth, and a piece of tongue regrown on his rotten tongue. , but he could feel that this tongue was completely different from his previous tongue.

At the same time, an obscure spell poured into Darkos's mind, just like knowledge was poured directly into his mind. This sudden change caught him off guard, and his mind felt like thousands of sharp thorns had been pierced. Same. He stopped cocooning and lay on the ground wailing with his tongue that suddenly appeared. He could feel that the sound coming from his tongue was not his. His throat made a rumbling sound, like a tattered passage, and the air he breathed was constantly exhaled and inhaled through the tattered gaps.

After a moment, Darkos's mouth was filled with the smell of the space being burned. The feeling seemed to be like the power burned in the process of transforming thoughts into goals. Gradually, he understood the meaning of the terrible voice in his mind, and at the same time he Knowing the reason why Tzeentch made him change, he had stopped being a pupa and tilted his head to look at Tzeentch, while Tzeentch, who had been staring at him, nodded to him.

"Help me do something." Darkus turned over with difficulty, gasping for breath, staring at the abyss of the ceiling. He sighed heavily with the help of the tongue Tzeentch had given him.

"What are you seeking from me?" Crow did not answer immediately, but looked at Darkus quietly. After a moment, His voice sounded in Dax's mind.

"Yes, this is not a good change, is it?" At this time, countless questions arose in Darkus' mind. His curiosity now changed direction. Compared to the box, he was more curious about why he Not dead yet? The corruption that the Great Unclean One planted in him was still continuing, torturing him, and making him unable to die even if he wanted to. Or was it because of something else? Could it be that Tzeentch extended his life?

"I'm a little curious."

"Looking at this change, help me send my companions back. They don't belong here." Darkus finally asked Tzeentch for help. He would not ask Tzeentch for help because he wanted to live, but His companions didn't belong here. They shouldn't stay here, and it would be best to let Tzeentch send them back. He knew that Tzeentch would definitely play some tricks and send his companions to some inexplicable places, such as the Phoenix Court in Lothern. , or a place where monsters gather, but no matter what, it is better than dying here.

"I will regard your request as an exchange, so...what will you give in exchange?"

"No! Forget it if you don't help. It's like you will give them some good results." Darkus turned his head and glanced at the crow and then gritted his teeth. Although his body was in pieces, his curiosity made him force himself Turn over and continue to move toward the box.

"Your so-called bottom line is hurting your companions." Tzeentch's response was full of banter, seeming to reveal Darkus' inner struggle, and seeming to urge Darkus to make a decision as soon as possible.

Darkus, who was cocooning, glanced at the crow calmly, his face filled with the question "Am I a fool?" expression, and then he no longer struggled with the issue. He was about to die anyway, and he didn't want to become a tool in the devil's game, accepting instructions and dancing funny dances like a puppet. Nor is he a horse that takes his master where his master wants to go.

Vaguely, Darkus could feel that there should be nothing wrong with his companions, otherwise it would be impossible to explain the weakening of the dragon and his moving trident. He always remembered what Drusala said to him by the lake. If the pagoda hidden in the palace was still there, he couldn't even break the dragon's defense, let alone crush the dragon. The problem was that he didn't even I didn't see the pagoda.

That means... maybe something should have happened after Darkus left his companions and set off alone. Maybe they came to help? Otherwise, it cannot be explained why the trident moved on its own. Could it be that he brought the trident back to the subspace and Marcelan's signal was connected to the trident? Automatically connect to WIFI, right?

Moreover, Tzeentch's reaction also proved something from the side. In the eyes of Darkus, this was a typical Tzeentch-like performance. If he agreed to exchange something with Tzeentch, then he would have fallen into Tzeentch's trap. Of course, there might be countless variations, but he had no time to think about it.

"Wisdom is a double-edged sword. If you are too smart, you may be troubled by your own thinking and entangled in endless possibilities and changes. But you use your wisdom in a special way. Your decisiveness makes You stay rational in a chaotic situation and find a way to survive. Sometimes, simple and direct thinking may be more practical than complex resourcefulness. Your intelligence is your weapon to overcome various difficulties."

Tzeentch's ever-changing words rang in Dacus's mind. At this time, he had adapted to Tzeentch's voice. He could feel a hint of appreciation in Tzeentch's words, as if he was praising his wit and courage. .

"What kind of approval comes from Tzeentch?" Darkus couldn't help complaining, but Tzeentch's words also confirmed his thoughts from the side. His companions should be fine, so he felt relieved.

At this time, Amon Gaje, who was still fighting outside, seemed to have received some instructions. He gradually broke away from the battle and flew towards the palace.

Darkus' eyes were fixed on the pillar, an ancient language flowing on his tongue, and the sound in his throat seemed to transcend his individual existence. This mysterious power did not come from himself, but was a spell given by Tzeentch, which gradually turned into a sharp and powerful voice in his mouth.

The pillar that suddenly appeared, the pillar that didn't exist at all before, swayed and trembled with the spell in Darkus' mouth, and gradually released a powerful force.

The vibrations in the column escalated, culminating in a dramatic explosion. When the pillars hit the floor, colorful sparks fly, creating a dazzling spectacle. The light contained mysterious energy, penetrating the air and decorating the originally scary and weird room like a dream. The blooming of sparks is like a magical carnival, with various colors dancing in the explosion, like thousands of stars falling, decorating the entire space into a mysterious and spectacular scene.

"It's... beautiful, just like you thought. Do you really think you can go this far alone? Do you think flesh and steel are enough to challenge everything here?"

After finishing this, Darkus put his left hand that could barely move on the box. However, just as he was about to push the box open, Tzeentch's words rang in his mind again. The sound was like a gust of wind passing through the dark abyss, like a spell in a trap that was melodious and heavy.

"The flesh and steel are, after all, just phantoms here. I can feel that change is happening. The moment you open the box, it may trigger a change that is beyond your control. The wheel of fate begins to spin, and everything will follow. Get up. I'm...a little scared, but also looking forward to..." Tzeentch's words revealed a profound insight into the subspace. After he finished speaking, the crow representing him disappeared from the place.

"Then should I open it or not? What won't you do? Don't you stop it?" Darkus was amused by Tzeentch's words. To be honest, he didn't quite understand what Tzeentch meant. Tzeentch was trying to persuade him. Should he open it, or should he persuade him not to open it? The problem is that he is obviously about to open it, is it to persuade him not to open it? What's in the box? Is it the phylactery of the Great Unclean One who was killed by him with the scarlet sword before? real name? The question is who would put his phylactery so close to him? While he was thinking, his hands were not idle.

The box was pushed open by Darkus. There was no treasure box inside, no gold or silver, no treasure, just a pulsating mass of greasy muscles, forming a strange organic life. The outer layer of the fat-accumulated tissue was faintly emitting an unsettling fluorescence. It seemed to be full of life, but it also carried an aura of decay.

In the center of this organic mass, there seemed to be a slightly abnormal heart, beating and throbbing. This heart looks ordinary, but it reveals an ancient, almost forgotten power. The pulsing frequency seems to be telling a secret. Darkus could feel that there was an unusual power in this anomaly, just like looking at the abyss, and the abyss was silently watching him.

On the other side, Marcelan, who was running, suddenly stopped and stood motionless. He saw something familiar to him through Darkus's perspective. He thought that thing had disappeared a long time ago. I didn't expect to be here. He saw Darkus' left hand holding a cold heart in a strange posture. He even felt the contact between Darkus's hand and the heart, but the heart was just like that. He picked it up, and the heart was the heart of his fallen brother.

Loik, who was leading the way in front of Marcelan, also felt something. He stopped, and then the entire team stopped. He turned his head and looked at Isa, with a hint of disbelief and confusion in his expression.

"He's actually here! Will He take action? I can feel Him falling, He..." After a moment, Loik asked slowly, but he was interrupted by Isa just halfway through his words.

"You have to believe in Him. Didn't you feel it just now? He did it! He killed the dragon before the pagoda collapsed! This already shows something. This proves that Morayig was right from the beginning! If... ...He will take action, but this way..." Isa said in a hopeful tone, and while speaking, he looked firmly at the companions around him, but at the end of his words, he became vague again.

"The cycle of life is like an impermanent tide, corruption is raging in my body, but death seems far away." Darkus whispered to himself, staring at the disgusting heart. After a period of careful consideration, he reached his hand towards his face. He wanted to straighten the ring finger and little finger of his right hand, which were only bones, through the skull on his face, so that he could stab his hand cleanly into his heart.

When all this was completed, Darkus slowly stretched out his left hand and pointed at his heart. An indescribable emotion surged into his heart, as if there was a force persuading and guiding him in his heart. However, he failed to notice that the crow representing Tzeentch suddenly disappeared without a trace. Without any hesitation, he thrust his hand directly into the heart. The strange thing was that his fingers were like sharp scalpels, directly cutting through the disgusting muscle.

The periphery of the heart disintegrated, like a puddle of mud. Similarly, Darkus' body began to twist and damage as the heart was destroyed. His left arm was bent like a ram's horn, and his legs He was also curling up unnaturally, his skin melting and dripping on the ground like liquid, and the bones hidden under the skin were also exposed. His muscles and nerves could no longer maintain his movements, and his body was half leaning on the box. It fell down, and the box also fell over.

"Is it over?" Darkus looked around. He could feel the room beginning to collapse. He heard the sound of the floor breaking, and the walls could not stop shaking. Pieces of bloody flesh and bones seeped out from the cracks in the wall, dripping with bloody mucus. He looked again at the heart that had been stabbed by his left hand. His heart was still collapsing and sluggish.

Likewise, Darkus was also suffering from tremendous pain, as if he was being backlashed by a heart that was on the verge of destruction. The wails from his blood vessels pierced into his brain, and the unbelievable and excruciating pain was tearing apart his soul. . His pain was immense, and his vision blurred into a tired haze, as if everything around him was disappearing into gray shadows. All he could hear now was the faint sound of his heart beating and the beating of his vein walls.

Darkus felt the demon's malice constantly washing through his body. This feeling was a thousand times more terrifying than what he had experienced before. He was still trying to force his body to move, gliding gently like a dripping snail. Tears and pus flowed from his eyes. He tried to lift his disabled arm to do something. He wanted to bring the shrunken heart into a ball of flesh in front of his eyes and look at it. He wanted to use his hands in vain. He slapped his chest on the ground, and screamed with the tongue given to him by Tzeentch. He could feel the retaliation of his heart before death. He could feel the flesh and bones constantly breaking out from the wounds, and some new objects were coming out of him. The body is growing and flowing.

Desperation swept through Darkus' mind again, and he cried with anger and pain. He resisted and tried to force his maimed body to obey him. Despair flooded him like a tide, and cursed despair appeared in front of him. The remaining muscles in his body trembled and pulsed in unison with the heart he held in his hands. In the intense pain and despair, he could feel his heart trembling, and he could feel the whole world changing and vibrating with the trembling of his heart.

During the fierce battle with the Tzeentch Legion, the Great Unclean One suddenly stopped, as if bound by a mysterious immobilizing spell. Their bodies are solidifying, and the raging plague seems to be imprisoned by an invisible force field.

Darkus felt the twisted heart gripping his tendons and arteries tightly, and the power in his heart flowed upward through his body. He let out an unwilling roar, the tearing sound echoed in his ears, and his body began to burn. A ball of pure white sacred fire burst out from his slit. The huge flame gathered into energy and eroded towards his body. The heart strikes back. His body became a battlefield between the heart and the flames. The flames raged, and a fierce battle between divine power and corruption began.

Finally, all sounds disappeared. The pure white flames dissipated without a trace, and the meat-like heart also disappeared at the last moment of the battle. This place originally belonged to Nurgle. When he was crowned as the Lord of Plague, the thread of destiny was formed. Now all existences here are waiting for this moment. The whole room returned to tranquility, no more trembling life features, and everything ended in silence.

A cold, pulsating heart exuding the chill of winter slipped to the ground, and Darkus beside the heart had long disappeared, as if he had been cremated on the spot by the sudden fire, the fire was so fierce , leaving no bones left in him.

"He has fallen. Stop looking at it. Do something! Do something!" Edreze could feel his own emotions, and at the same time he could also feel Baine's soul throbbing and trembling. Let out an unwilling roar and an angry roar. His constant tone changed, and He became hysterical in response to the roars of His followers.

However, what responded to Edreeze was not words, but the resonance of the elves and gods' hearts. In the medieval world, the waves of the sea surged with endless sorrow because of Marcelan. Hecate's screams pierced the air, and the ripples of the wind of magic rippled through the medieval world, as if it was His cry and anger. Val made an endless sound of sorrow amidst the sound of hammering. Assati deeply felt the loss and despair, and his rejoicing followers instantly became desireless.

At this moment, the elven gods showed their grief for the fall of Darkus. This sudden change seemed to have painted a bleak picture in the setting of the universe. Their believers also sensed this emotion one after another. A strange and desolate resonance came from the area where the elves were, as if Darkus His fall made the entire medieval world tremble, as if he was deeply saddened by the end of the era.

All the Slann magic priests in the medieval world, Lustria continent and the southern jungle of the old world felt something strange. They were either meditating, sleeping, or performing mysterious rituals, but no matter which state they were in, they suddenly opened their eyes at this moment. An indescribable feeling filled the entire group of priests. They vaguely felt that Darkos had fallen and Umac of the Ancient Saint had fallen.

In Krakalond, Annasara, who was having an academic discussion with Malekith, suddenly stopped talking. She squatted on the ground, covering her heart. She had not cried since the fall of the earth, and her tears could not stop flowing. When she came down, tears soaked her eye makeup and face makeup, making her face pale. An unspeakable sadness emerged in her heart, and she felt as if something was suddenly missing.

Malekith, who was about to continue the discussion, also felt something. He looked at Annasara who suddenly squatted on the ground. At the same time, an unspeakable sorrow poured into his heart. Looking at Annasara's appearance, his The eyes behind Midnight's armor suddenly opened wide, and the red light outside the armor also dimmed. He held on to his body that began to tremble violently to prevent himself from collapsing like Anasara.

At the same time, Renne, who was recruiting Shadow Hunters with Genevieve in Middenheim, suddenly felt something. Whispers echoed in his ears. His body froze there, and tears began to flow from his eyes. He tried to turn his head and found that Genevieve's face also showed a twisted and painful expression.

Maranur, who was organizing the excavation of the ruins, also felt something...

In the garden, all the Nurgles became cautious. The happy Nurglings were no longer happy. They could feel the anger of their father. (End of chapter)