Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 522 373. The terrible Drusala

"Sigmar, they are coming up." The guard on the city wall shouted hysterically, his spirit on the verge of collapse under the endless attack of the army of the dead.

These provincial soldiers who had been fighting seemed to be defeated. Facing the continuous offensive of the army of the dead, fatigue and heavy weight weighed on their shoulders. The darkness seemed to never dissipate, and the respite was almost pitifully short.

The High Priest of Sigmar was holding a beggar's version of the war hammer. His eyes were firm and resolute, and he spoke encouraging words to the guards. He stood in front of the broken battlements, staring at the endless army of the dead. Facing the threat of darkness, he was tireless and undaunted. His voice cuts through the heavy pressure and conveys hope and courage.

"Warriors! We have experienced countless challenges. We have struggled in the darkness, but we have never given up! Now it is time to show our courage and determination to resist this torrent of darkness! We are the people of Sigmar ! Even if darkness envelopes us, our faith remains firm! Let us unite and fight for our homeland, our beliefs, and our survival! Moreover, the mysterious fairy people are willing to stand up and help us Fight the darkness! As long as we persist until the last moment, we will win victory and hope!"

William III's words were full of power and hope, igniting a fire in the hearts of the guards. With renewed vigor, they took advantage of the gap to look at the immortals standing not far behind William III. They prayed to the immortal people with hopeful eyes, hoping that the immortal people would stand up now to face the impact of the army of the dead.

Standing on the city wall, only Franais and Drusala were beside him. He was like an outsider before. He did not do anything except help the warships that charged desperately. He was waiting, waiting... a lot, but when he came, he saw the signal blooming in Beicheng District, and he knew that the battle outside Beicheng District had reached its most critical moment.

After watching for a moment, Darkus turned to look at Drusala who was holding the heart-breaking gun. After seeing Drusala nodding to him, he looked at Franais again without saying anything. Si raised the walking barrier in response to him.

The deployment was very open by Darkus. In addition to the three of them and Belloda, there were also some Shadow Hunters and Enil warriors responsible for secretly protecting Belloda in the East City District. The others were either deployed to the North City District by him. Either they were deployed to the forest home, and some of them went out of the city to join the camp outside the city.

"Are we being too presumptuous?" Darkus suddenly said as he was thinking about something.

However, the response to Darkus was still Drusala's smile and Franais's silence. He shrugged and curled his lips. Then he was attracted by the shouts of Sigma who was guarding not far away. He approached the battlements and saw the approaching vampires through the lightning, thunder and the light of burning kerosene. He seemed to see Vlad. It seems that I didn't see it. It is said that Von Carstein vampires have two forms, one is usually sanctimonious and personable. The other kind has a beast face, which means there is no nose. He feels that these vampires are quite abstract.

"Hey~ cheer up." Darkus said casually.

"We...will fight the devil until we fall, and then..." The crossbowman nodded in response. Although his answer was perfunctory, the crossbow in his hand was constantly being loaded.

William III, who was wearing armor and a Sigma shirt, felt a needle-like burning sensation on his shoulders and knees. Every step he took, the burning pain stung him. He wanted to cough, but he couldn't cough. He couldn't let people see it. His fatigue. He knew that everyone on the wall could see him, look at him, and gain confidence from him. Darkness enveloped the people, and he... might die. Both of these things were irrefutable facts. He should not let his people down. He strode forward. He felt that his thoughts were confused. For a moment Finally, he stood there, turned around and looked at Darkus, who seemed to be an outsider.

Darkus has been watching the crossbowman. The crossbowman's eyes turned blood red from exhaustion and fighting, and he looked like a dog that fell into the water. A trace of understanding and sympathy welled up in his heart. He knew that this battle had been going on for too long, and every participant was under great pressure and exhaustion.

The crossbowman fired the crossbow and leaned against the battlement, breathing heavily while pulling the winch. His eyelids kept drooping down. He felt so tired. If he really wanted to lie down here, he would lie on the city wall and sleep on the ground full of sticky blood.

"You are already very brave, Crossbowman." Darkus felt the crossbowman's inner struggle, and he said softly, his voice full of understanding and respect.

The crossbowman nodded perfunctorily. He was not inspired and encouraged by the immortal people's words. He did not cheer up. These days, he has heard too many such words and he has become numb. After pulling the winch, he turned and took aim for a moment, then fired a crossbow outside the city. As he fired the crossbow, he saw the vampires swarming towards him. A look of fear froze on his face. He swallowed hard and then He turned his head to look at Darkus.

"Tell me, what did you see?" Darkus leaned against the city wall, stretched out his left hand and put it on the crossbowman's shoulder to comfort him.

"The world... ends."

"Don't worry, as long as I stand here, your so-called end of the world won't happen. Are you taking a second look?"

Darkos' words seemed to contain some kind of power, controlling the crossbowman to stick his head out and look outside the city, looking at the vampires who were getting closer and closer.

"They look like possessed... demons?"

"If that's the case, things will become easier. Child, remember, it is the desire for blood, and it is also the fear of us. Soon... the fear will spread on them, and the pain will envelope them, unstoppable. The power will annihilate them."

The crossbowman swallowed again, and he looked at the immortal people standing beside him in surprise. Although he could understand every word the immortals said, he could not understand the meaning of these words.

"I know, I know, what you want to say. Oh, yes, yes, believe me, child." Darkus said lightly and at the same time, he glanced outside the city wall with his peripheral vision. The vampires were getting closer and closer. Getting closer. Turning his head, he saw the signal blooming again in Beicheng District. This time the signal was different from the previous one. According to the agreement, this was a signal that the battle was over. The battle outside Beicheng District was over. He suddenly grinned. The first part of the trio had already been played, and then came his second part.

"I... I can take the liberty to ask, what is... so funny?" the crossbowman asked blankly, trying to imitate the tone of his commander when talking to the nobles.

"It's nothing, I just thought of something funny." Darkus said with a smile. He nodded to William III who was approaching, then looked at the crossbowman in front of him and said, "Okay, kid, your battle is over. It’s over, go down! Go down from the city wall, you can lie down and sleep, or you can open your eyes and see what happens.”

The crossbowman froze in place, the immortal people's words were too tempting for him. Neither he nor those around him could escape from the walls, and he had accepted that he would die on them. He wanted to go down, he wanted to sleep, he wanted to see his relatives, but he was a soldier and he had to obey his commander's orders. He struggled until another hand was put on his shoulder.

"Go down, child, as he said, your battle is over, thank you for everything you did to Altdorf." William III said in a gentle tone.

The crossbowman was shocked when he heard William III's voice. He raised his head and looked at the great priest, with a trace of hesitation and uneasiness in his eyes. However, under William III's gentle eyes and encouraging words, he felt an invisible force driving him.

"Great Priest...I...I understand." The crossbowman's voice was choked with sobs. He tried hard to suppress his emotions. He knew that his battle was over. He bowed deeply, then turned and left the wall. Although he still had some doubts in his heart, he knew that it was time to put down the crossbow and end this battle. His battle was over.

With an inexplicable sense of ease and relief, the crossbowman walked down the city wall, followed by all the soldiers on the wall. After retreating, they blocked the reserve team that was rushing up from the bottom of the city, trying to replenish the strength of the city wall. After a while, the reserve team turned around and returned to the starting position from the current position.

Following William III's order, the guards on the entire wall retreated, arrows stopped being fired, kerosene stopped being thrown, and the artillery stopped roaring. After the guards evacuated, he couldn't hold it anymore and coughed. After coughing, he spit out a ball of bloody sputum from his mouth. He did not wipe away the sputum with a handkerchief as Darkus had seen before, but He vomited directly on the city wall covered with blood.

"My friend...you are a bit...unelegant?" Darkus waved his hand in disgust, trying to block the air between him and William III, and said in a joking tone.

"Haha...ahem...my friend, I saw the signal from the north, the battle in the north?" William III knew that Darkus was joking, and after responding to Darkus with a dry smile, he asked seriously .

"It's over? It shouldn't be? But at the end, it's faster than I expected... I originally arranged a trio, just like the score, we have the first part here, but it's a pity..." Darkus said He opened his hands and said casually.

"Thank you...my friends, you will be remembered by the people of Altdorf."

"I am proud of your people, my friend. Not one of them succumbed to the instinct to run. Everyone fought desperately. They were... good people? They died like heroes. Every one of them... grieved. and proud..."

"Yes, I am incredibly saddened and proud to have known each of them because I was with them. You know, it's one thing to share life with someone, but it's quite another to willingly share death. Something happened."

"How philosophical." After Dacus sighed, he turned his head to look at Franais behind him, and then said, "Protect him for a while, he will witness our second duet and the final miracle. .”

"I have some things to deal with later. An old friend I have never met before? As I said before, what you have to do is to bear witness, but...my friend, I hope you can be mentally prepared. I am worried for a while. The scene will be..." After seeing Franais knocking on the shield, Darkus turned his head and said to William III. While speaking, he kept turning his left hand. He did not say the word, saying that to Drew. It was so rude of Sarah.

"No, my friend, no matter what!"

"That's what you said. I don't want to see those fanatical witch hunters appear in front of me in the future." After finishing speaking, Darkus shrugged, then turned his head and looked at Drusa with serious eyes. La, after seeing Drusala's expression becoming solemn, he kept backing away. He prepared a big one for the vampires to show them what real terror is.

"Sigma!" William III exclaimed after swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he couldn't believe it. Even if it happened in front of his eyes, he couldn't believe it. Was this the lady who was sitting in front of him, tasting mulled wine? Why did a good lady become so horrible? What happened to this world?

At this moment, William III understood what Darkus said and was mentally prepared. The funny thing is that he also responded that no matter what happens, he will not feel fear. Now let alone face it, just looking at it makes his soul tremble.

William III could clearly feel that the lady's previous dignity and elegance were gone, replaced by resentment and anger. A tall snake-like monster with bat-like wings and a snake-like body, a monster he had never heard of, with five snake heads surrounding the lady's gorgeous crown, holding the rod in his right hand that did not match the previous body shape at all. Big gun. He understood why the lady had been holding the big gun just now. She had been waiting for this moment. The big gun perfectly matched the size of the monster. The manticore with its tail shining in the dark night is so eye-catching and breathtaking.

William III felt that the blood in his veins was constantly boiling and bursting. Even knowing what would happen next could not alleviate this feeling, nor could it calm the fear in his heart. He tried hard to control his emotions, but when the snake-like monster's eyes fell on him, he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

"Shadow Queen!" Franais saluted Drusala while avoiding the horrifying gaze. He approached William III while walking sideways, whispered something, and then pulled William III back.

Darkus has long been used to it. He is not worried about human reactions or future records. In his opinion, Belloda plays a similar divine role, while Drusala plays a commanding role. A character that people fear. It's like one is a sweet date and the other is a stick, except that the stick does not hit the human body. The existence of these two women, and the power they represent, is far beyond the scope of human understanding.

Belloda's sanctity gives people hope, and she is a symbol of light and justice. Drusala is the embodiment of darkness. Her existence makes humans feel the shadow of death and is the source of fear in people's hearts. This is exactly the effect Darkus is pursuing. He hopes that through the existence of Belloda and Drusala and the following third part, humans can experience the power, mystery, sacredness and darkness of the elves.

This is exactly what Darkus needs. There is a degree of moderation in everything. Gratitude and hatred should not be too deep or too superficial. He has never been willing to do charity, and charity is not suitable for him.

The humans under the city did indeed let out uncontrollable exclamations as Darkus expected. The sounds continued like waves. The snake-like monster that Drusala turned into stood with the triceratops. Beloda forms a sharp contrast, like the opposition between darkness and light, exuding completely different energy and atmosphere.

Human beings could not help but feel this strong atmosphere of confrontation. They were surprised and kept looking at Beloda. After looking at it for a moment, they looked at Drusala. Beloda was shrouded in a sacred light. It seems to be a symbol of guardian and protector, like a goddess descending. The terrifying and ferocious aura of the snake-like monster transformed by Drusala was like a demon in the night, giving them an irresistible sense of fear.

Vlad led the vampires up, the trebuchets stopped firing, and the humans on the city wall also stopped resisting. At first, he thought it was his attack that frightened the humans, and they abandoned the wall and fled. However, this was an illusion. This sudden stillness made him feel uneasy, and the uneasiness in his heart became stronger. As a spell caster, he felt a powerful energy gathering at the top of the city.

But Vlad has no retreat. He is almost climbing the city wall. No matter what kind of power is gathering, he must bravely face it, because he is Vlad! He is the head of the Von Carstein family. As a leader, he cannot retreat at this critical moment and must lead the vampires to face everything in front of them.

Drusala, who suppressed her body, let out a shrill scream at the vampires who appeared on the battlements. The terrifying sound waves penetrated Darkus's eardrums and the humans who were paying attention below the city. The terrifying screams caused Human beings are so terrified that they have to put down their weapons and cover their ears to resist this horror.

Drusala's screams were mixed with an ancient and brutal force. It was the most primitive and terrifying cry, as if it was about to tear everyone's souls apart. And it's not just a sound, it's more like a curse of the soul, which makes people feel endless fear and despair, but also makes people feel distorted and intoxicated.

Drusala's figure blurred in the howling sound, just like Medusa, her body seemed to be filled with countless black snakes, each one full of poison and malice. Her eyes glowed with blood-red light, as if they could devour any vampire who looked directly at her.

Darkus felt his blood boiling and blood flowing out of every pore of his body. In his opinion, there was a reason why Colonia was jealous of Drusala. In his opinion, after becoming the Shadow Queen, Drusala's combat effectiveness was no different from that of the Great Demon of Slaanesh, the Keeper of Secrets. . After all, Drusala killed a secret keeper in the Hoxis Wilderness in Golden Pond. When in Isil, Drusala, who was dominated by Assati, always acted as a front-rower, leading the way. The avatars keep moving forward.

"Are we being exaggerated?" Darkus asked again, but just like before, no one responded to him. He had no choice but to curl his lips and then said, "No!"

Confronted with the malignant wails, Jon Skyland felt a profound fear that transcended his reason and went directly into his heart. At that moment, he felt hopeless and helpless, as if the whole world was being swallowed by a darker darkness. The smell of death permeated the surroundings, making him feel like he was in an endless nightmare.

Jon Skyland felt that his thoughts were distorted by despair, his blood was boiling, and heat was rolling through his body, carrying an uncontrollable fear and despair. In the past, he would have laughed, but he couldn't laugh now. It was a fantasy that a vampire could not control his own blood. However, this happened, and he could feel the blood flowing out of his pores uncontrollably.

What was even more terrifying than this was that as the wailing continued, Jon Skyland's heart felt like a dark abyss, swallowed up by endless fear. He struggled hard, but seemed to be tightly bound by invisible forces and was unable to escape. Escape. In this darkness, he felt as if he had lost everything, leaving only loneliness and despair.

Compared with other family members, Jon Skyland is lucky. He is a powerful vampire, and he does not rush to the front, but his brothers are not so lucky.

The physical projects into the mental, the sound waves travel into the brain, and the mental responds to reality.

The vampires who appeared on the battlements faced the malicious wails. Their bodies trembled instantly, and their blood was stirred and boiling by the terrifying and malicious sound waves. Their eardrums were in pain, as if they were about to be torn into pieces by the terrifying sound. The sound penetrated their souls like a sharp blade, piercing their mental barriers and plunging their consciousness into chaos and panic.

The vampires tried to resist this terrifying power, but to no avail. The malicious wails were like invisible chains, tightly binding their consciousness, making them unable to extricate themselves. Their bodies began to tremble, uncontrollable blood continued to gush from their pores, and their eyes were filled with tears of despair and fear. They felt as if they were in an inescapable nightmare.

Some powerful vampires fell straight off the city wall, their bodies rolling in the air, as if they had lost control after being hit by the spiritual power of malicious wailing. Heart-rending screams erupted from their throats until their bodies hit the ground with a dull thud.

However, in a sense, these so-called powerful vampires are also lucky. After falling, they can recover for a while and still get up. For other relatively weak vampires, the feedback effect is more direct, just like if a certain test is failed, there is no saving throw for the effect.

The destructive power brought about by the malicious wail is ruthless and terrifying. The weaker vampires appear like fragile paper in front of it. Their screams are drowned by the malicious wail, and their bodies are crushed by the malicious wail. Their heads could not withstand the pressure of the malicious wails, and suddenly burst, blood and brains spewing out. Their bodies collapsed instantly, as if they were torn into pieces by an invisible force. They could no longer maintain their shape, leaving only broken corpses lying on the battlements or falling directly.

After the sound stopped, Darkus, who no longer covered his ears, stood there and turned his upper body to look at Franais and William III who were in a safe position. He was very satisfied with William III's expression. He smiled and crossed his arms. The chest points to Drusala.

The malicious wails failed to repel the vampires, and more and more vampires rushed towards the city wall under Vlad's command. More and more vampires appeared on the battlements. They stared at Drusala with twisted and hateful eyes, as if they wanted to drain the blood of the monster in front of them. Their eyes were full of desire and fervor, as if they were about to turn the monster into ashes.

Drusala felt the hatred and resentment of the vampire, but she was not afraid, let alone bared her teeth at the vampire. Instead, she showed a cold and ruthless detachment. Her upper body supported by the snake body was upright, looking inviolable, and her face was cold, like a cold statue. The snake head on her head was shaking, spitting out fatal messages to the vampire.

Although the changed appearance and aura were terrifying, Drusala did not fall into madness and distortion, nor was he filled with resentment and anger like the first time. On the contrary, she is very sober at this moment, just like when she was in Isil, Assati, who took over her body, taught her how to correctly use and guide the power that has the same origin as Hecate. Form is just an appearance, ultimately it is the inner mind that governs.

Drusala was calm and composed, and every nerve in her body was firmly under her control. Her cold eyes revealed a profound wisdom that transcended the physical body, as if she had transcended the limitations of the elves and merged into some more ancient and powerful existence. Her thinking is clear and unaffected by her form. She knows that her power is far beyond what these vampires can imagine. She is a believer of the sisters Hecate and Assati, the embodiment of power and magic, the desire and desire. A symbol of chaos, her power is unshakable.

Likewise, Drusala knew that this was the fourth time she had embraced this form, the first time in Grond, when her lover had seen the transformation in her. However, what made her happy was that her lover didn't mind her form, and she didn't see disgust or fear in Darkus's eyes. The second and third time, her lover was not by her side, and she was in a trance. Thinking of this, she turned her head and looked at Darkus.

Darkus was like Drusala when he saw the Shadow Queen for the first time. He felt that his will was being tested and his blood was boiling. He knew why the shrine guards were wearing mirrors that were polished like mirrors. The mask is as bright as the mask, but he still exempts Drusala from the gaze check. As he initially thought, he could accept this form, as long as Drusala was not dominated by it. He smiled at Drusala and raised his head, signaling Drusala not to slip away at this moment.

Drusala turned her head and stared at the vampire approaching her. The vampire who was stared at lost consciousness again, allowing her heart-breaking gun to sweep across. With the swing of the Heart-breaking Gun, the blade of the gun is like the scythe of death, ruthlessly cutting off the lifeline of those trapped in the nightmare. The bodies of the vampires were torn apart and twisted in the pain of death. Blood spurted and their limbs flew everywhere, falling on the city walls and on the battlefield below the city.

In the face of vampires, Drusala shows no mercy. In her hands, the Heartbreaker Gun is like a death scythe, harvesting all those who challenge her authority. While waving the heart-breaking gun, she raised her left hand high, and Deha was wrapped around her fingertips, as if she came to life.

Under Drusala's control, the remaining fire oil jars on the city wall violated the rules of physics and floated vertically into the air. Then they gathered together, and the earthen jars hit and collided in the air. The kerosene in the tank seemed to be controlled by some kind of force. The liquid that should have fallen on the city wall was floating in the air strangely, as if there was no air and no weight here, just like space.

The thick black fire oil was controlled by Drusala's will, like a plaything in her hand, gathering together obediently to form a huge ball of oil. The wind of Aksha in the fire oil was activated by her, and the fire oil roared like a wild beast.

The vampires felt the ominous omen, and their eyes were full of fear and despair. They looked around in panic, wanting to retreat or escape. But Drusala's action was completed in an instant, and the fireballs gathered in the air, like a blazing sun, illuminating the entire battlefield in Dongcheng District in an instant. Under the almost dull gaze of the humans in the city, their shouts became sharp and desperate at this moment. They tried to escape, but the power of Drusala had trapped them under the light of the fireball.

The light of the fireball reflected on the twisted faces of the vampires, revealing their desperate expressions. They tried to block the light of the fireball with their hands and tried to escape from this burning hell, but everything was in vain.

The fireball did not fall slowly, but exploded directly with a loud noise, and a terrifying explosion exploded above the city wall. The flames swallowed up everything, drowning the vampires' cries in the sea of ​​fire. Their figures were swallowed up by the flames, and their lives ended completely in this sea of ​​fire. A dozen vampires struggled and fell from the city wall, accompanied by the burning Waterfalls, burning like human torches.

"The end of the world?" The crossbowman who came to the city did not lie down on the ground immediately. There was a voice in the dark telling him to persevere and his will was supporting him. Seeing the horrific scene, his eyes widened and his mouth opened as wide as possible. It was the first time he realized that the kerosene he had moved earlier had such terrifying power.

"Kotek's sun, Asuryan's fire." After exclaiming in surprise, Darkus turned his upper body again to look at Franais and William III who were in a safe position. He was even more satisfied with William III's current expression. , he smiled and pointed at Drusala with his arms across his chest.

"For Sigma!" William III, who was in a state of shock, suddenly raised his warhammer and shouted.

"Aldolf!"

"Fairy people!"

The shouts and sounds of thunder and lightning on the battlefield were intertwined. The thunder and lightning flashed across the air, making a deafening roar, like a victory horn on the battlefield, deafening and highlighting the light of victory. This shocking sound illuminated the entire battlefield, sweeping away the darkness. It also reflected the blazing fire on the city wall, as if the flames of victory were burning.

"oi! Vashanish!" Amidst the cheers, Darkus saw a figure. After looking at it for a moment, he waved to Vlad and shouted.