Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

A window opened in the air, and the smell of burnt flesh filled Genevieve's nostrils, like the stench from hell. She pressed her eyes close to the window, staring at the scene inside, and the scene in front of her made her breathless.

On the other side of the window, a man was twisted in eternal torture, his face twisted in pain, and his body was covered with deep wounds. Demons raged around him, ruthlessly tearing his skin and torturing his flesh into a bloody mess. One of the demons held a raging fire and burned his flesh, emitting a horrible burnt smell.

In addition to the demons, there was a group of whipworms crawling on the man's face, their sharp tentacles piercing his skin, constantly gnawing at his flesh, making his face disfigured. And on the ground, a group of rats crawled on the man's limbs, their fangs biting his muscles, causing more wounds and pain.

The man called Genevieve's name and reached out to her. The hand passed through the window and blood fell on the carpet like rain.

Genevieve still felt a deep fear and despair. The man was her father, and now he was trapped in this terrible scene, with no escape. Her father's cries echoed in the air, like a desperate wail, causing her heart to pierce.

"So... are you here to kill monsters? A poor dead thing, lying in a grave without reason and rotting? In whose name do you make such an attempt?"

Thousands of years of experience, learning and feeling throbbed in Drakefels's mind like a piercing blade. He recalled the Ice Age before the advent of the Old Ones, when the cold breath solidified everything and he was on the desolate ice field, fighting with beasts for survival. He remembered the sharp rock, like the power in his hands, ruthlessly hitting another life, tearing it into pieces, and the blood dyed the ice red.

Every memory was like a sharp pain, making Drakefels feel himself twisted in pain, as if the bloody abyss was devouring his soul. He remembered that cold winter, when he was hunting in the wilderness, and in order to get a little food, he cruelly took the life of another creature. His fingers hooked the creature's eyes, blood stained his fingertips, and he put the dead eyeball into his mouth, feeling the taste of life, feeling the joy of being rejuvenated again.

Now, Drake Fels's laughter echoed in the hall, like a dark force, permeating the air, making the walls tremble. Under the rhythm of his heartbeat, the hall seemed to become a living monster, filled with fear, waiting for the arrival of prey.

The scene before her disgusted Genevieve. She didn't want to endure the ravages of the devil anymore, and didn't want to see her father hurt again. She knew she had to stop it all and end the nightmare that had been haunting her. The fire in her heart was burning, and she took a deep breath and gathered her inner strength. Her body, which was in a stiff state, finally got rid of the shackles. Her eyes were firm and sharp, and she took a firm step and walked towards her nightmare.

"In the name of Genevieve Sandrine Boti Lectidonne!"

After saying this, Genevieve's eyes suddenly widened, and she let out a piercing scream, the sound was like a sharp blade cutting through the wall, which was terrifying. She leaned over to Drakefels, her hands like claws, ready to deliver a fatal blow.

Draakefels barely dodged Genevieve's attack. He could feel Genevieve's thoughts, fear and uncertainty, but also tenacity and courage.

"Draakefels! Here I come!" Genevieve's eyes were sharp and fierce, and she hissed like a deadly rattlesnake.

"Are you resisting me? Dare to stand between eternity and greatness?" You dare to resist Constant Drakefels! The great magician, the eternal champion of evil, the irresistible darkness? "Draquefers' voice came from behind the mask, full of majesty and evil, his evil eyes flashing with a strange light. His tone was full of arrogance and provocation, as if he had won.

"That's it?"

Genevieve fought back in the way of Dacus. She had indulged in the killing spree three times, and she regretted it every time. She felt that she was not much better than tyrants like Vlad or Isabella. Her body deflected and danced in the air. She looked at Dacus standing there, and she smiled at Dacus. The dead face sometimes bothered her, but this time, there would be no regrets.

Muscles were tense, blood was burning, and a red haze enveloped Genevieve's vision. She saw everything through her bloodshot eyes. When the sharp teeth grew out, the pain pierced through her, Fingers bled as nails grew out like claws. Her mouth opened as sharp tusks broke from her gums, her face a mask of flesh, skin stretched taut, a smile that showed fangs like knives.

The most primitive part of Genevieve's brain, her vampire part, the part she inherited from Chandanek, took control, and she pounced on her enemy, the murderous rage building in her like passion. There was love, hate, despair, joy, and ultimately death.

"Beautiful girl transformation!"

Dacus was surprised. He thought Genevieve had been here for a long time. It had been almost twenty years since he started from the Isthmus of Lustria. This was the first time he had seen Genevieve like this. But he had no reaction at all, mentally or spiritually, or in his right body? Maybe it was because he was a madman? Maybe it was because he was cursed by Cain as Duruchi? Or was it the most primitive emotion in his heart? Or was it because he was a big-headed Xu Xian? He didn't know.

Fast, too fast, this was no longer someone pushing him from behind, it was so fast that Drakefels couldn't react at all, and he lost his balance and was pounced on.

Genevieve tightly strangled Drakefels' waist with her legs and inserted her claws into the pads of her shoulders. Drakefels' magic robe became fragmented, exposing the rotten flesh underneath, and worms crawled in Drakefels' body, entangled in her claws, as she dug into Drakefels' flesh to grab the bones. She found that she had no disgust for these things now, only the need to kill.

"Have you ever seen her like this?" Drusala whispered in Dacus's ear.

"Is it refreshing? I can tell you for sure, no, it's the first time I've seen it, too. What do you think of her current state? You have a lot of experience in this regard." Dacus said openly without hiding anything.

Dacus could hear the elves around him swallowing their saliva. Although the elves had fought with vampires, Genevieve was different. Because of his existence, Genevieve was a unique and special existence, walking in the Druk society, walking beside the elves. Usually, she was like an enthusiastic little girl, cooking delicious food before the team set off, and when fighting, she was like an agile warrior. Now, the contrast was too great.

"Better than the one who shivers in my shadow, but of course, not as good as the little girl we saw in the monastery that day."

Darkius nodded speechlessly. He felt that this was all wrong. There seemed to be no normal existence around him, including him. Everyone was evil, and there was no real good thing. Drusala could become the terrifying Queen of Shadows, and Genevieve could become a vampire. These two were the people who shared his bed, but... that was it. He thought it seemed good? What else could he do? Tell them not to become spirits after the founding of the country? Not allowed to change?

Genevieve pulled a hand out of Drakefels' cracked shoulder and tore the mask on Drakefels' face. The leather strap separated under her sharp nails, and the golden mask deformed. The mask fell off, and she threw it out. The mask hit the ground with a dull thud, as if announcing the end of evil.

The elves and dragonborn present made an uproar. Genevieve was lying on her back like an old lady, her vision blocked, but they were different. They could see everything clearly. The face without the mask was exposed, distorted and hideous, covered with traces of decay and horror, without the shape of a human, like a mixed and twisted mass.

A deafening and sharp roar burst out from Genevieve's mouth again. She opened her mouth and pulled her jaw to the maximum, almost dislocated, and her fangs flashed coldly in the light. Then, she closed her mouth tightly and embedded her fangs deeply into Drakfers' neck.

"Hiss..." Daquus took a breath, and he felt a cool breeze on his neck.

The sucking did not stop, but there was no blood. Although her mouth was full of mud and rot, Genevieve still sucked tenaciously. Her mouth was filled with the most disgusting, corrupt, and rancid taste she had ever tasted, and it penetrated into her stomach. The taste burned like acid, and her body tried to reject it. She could feel herself withering, the poison spreading through her body.

However, Genevieve did not stop sucking.

Screams echoed through the room, coming from Drakefels' mouth, and then became louder and more violent.

Genevieve felt her eardrums tremble in pain, as if her whole body was destroyed by an invisible force. Her bones trembled inside her body, and she felt that her chest was hit hard, as if it would break in a second.

The screams were like a devastating hurricane, sweeping everything away.

The trickle of fluid flowing into her mouth was almost unbearable for Genevieve, and the musty taste was more disgusting than the shrunken meat. However, she did not retreat and continued to bite Drakefels' flesh, venting the emotions that had been bothering her.

Genevieve bit off the piece of meat she was sucking, then spit it out and continued to bite it, this time higher and more decisively. Her teeth tore off Drakefels' ear, and she swallowed it without hesitation. Then she scraped a piece of gray flesh off the side of Drakefels' skull, uncovering the cranial sutures. Clear yellow liquid oozed out from the bone gaps, and she licked it with her tongue. Although the taste was disgusting, she did not stop.

As the killing spree subsided, Genevieve felt her teeth begin to recede and her body began to convulse. She spat out the ear she had just eaten and it stuck to the hand covering her mouth. She felt death coming again, that she could no longer be with Darkus, that all the others she had experienced in this era were waiting for her. Despite this, she didn't stop because she knew it was what she was supposed to do.

Drakfels's screams filled the entire hall, hitting everyone's heads like nails, causing them to feel severe pain. As he screamed, the flesh-like walls began to fall off.

The killing frenzy faded, and confusion, exhaustion and vulnerability came to Genevieve like a tide. She slipped off Drakefels' body, clenched her fist and slammed into Drakefels's turned body. Face, beat the non-existent nose to pieces. She licked the liquid from her fingers. There was only a musty smell, nothing special. The furious Drakfels pounced on her, but she sidestepped and dodged.

Drakefels cursed and waved his arms to grab Genevieve again. He needed Genevieve, and the blood that had been repeated countless times would become the raw material for his complete resurrection. He knew that through Genevieve's death he would be able to rise again and return to the world. This is his revenge, his path to rebirth.

"We must all die, fair Genevieve, must we not?"

"Not necessarily. Let's pause for a moment."

Darkus appeared. He knew that Genevieve could not handle Drakfels. After forcing Drakfels back, he pulled away Genevieve, who had become weak. The white lion cloak from Franais was put on Genevieve's body. After doing all this, he glared at Genevieve angrily and shook his head speechlessly.

"You? You don't have to die in this castle, far away from your home. You don't even have to die if you want..."

"This...how is this possible?" Darkus wiped his face and asked casually.

"You can give me what I want!"

"Then what do you want?"

"The whole world! The whole world!! The whole world!!!"

Dracofels shouted out involuntarily, almost screaming. He found that he could not restrain his emotions, because he found that compared with Genevieve, Darkus was what he really needed and what he longed for. of.

"?" Darkus poked his head out, showing a confused expression.

"I have lived for many centuries, elf. I have traveled through many bodies. I have long replaced the body I was born in..."

Drakefels still remembers those unimaginable years, his first breath, his first love, his first kill, his first body. On a vast and empty ice field, he was ruthlessly abandoned, but he survived and he will live forever.

"I... don't quite understand?" Darkus still responded with a confused expression.

"In many ways, I'm like the girl behind you. I need to draw strength from others to continue to exist, but she can only draw a little fresh blood, and her species has a limited lifespan. After a few thousand years, she will become fragile , I can live forever and receive the essence of life from the people I conquer. You are lucky, child, that you see my face."

"Not pretty enough, is it? It's just another piece of rotten flesh. It's me, Drakfels! I am eternal! Do you recognize your own nose, elf? The noble nose of an elf, it It’s worn out, the whole body is almost at its end, you have to understand this!”

"I will return from the dust. You will find a way back. You give me your friends and I will draw nourishment from them. Those who stand beside you today will die to bring me back to life. , and you will become the master of this world!"

"The whole world will bow at your feet. Those who disobey you will die. The emperor will die, and his heirs will die. You will become the new emperor, and you will rule this era! Nothing will stand in the way. Before you, the Empire, Bretonnia, Estalia, Tyrell, Kislev, the New Territories, the entire world will all surrender or be destroyed like never before since the Age of Sigmar! . Humans will become your slaves, other races will be slaughtered like livestock, temples will become chicken yards, cities will become mausoleums, the continent will become cemeteries, and forests will become deserts..."

Darkus was stunned. He stared blankly at Drakfels, who was standing not far in front of him, as if the battle was entering the second stage. Drake Fells gave a speech, like a supervillain who talks a lot of bullshit, and the stuff he said was boring, idiotic, and boring.

"Wait... when you say you, do you mean me or you?" Darkus asked curiously after seeing that Drakfels stopped giving a speech.

"Of course it is you! I can see the light burning in your heart, the light of ambition, bloodlust, and greed. You are destined to become the one who rules the world! Now! Kneel down to me, elf, and swear allegiance to me with blood. oath!"

"Now? No, this matter is too important. I'm a little nervous. I have to ask, ask my family, my fiancée, my friends, and the little girl behind me. This is too important. I'm afraid that I I can't grasp it, after all, your words are too attractive." Darkus responded as if he was playing tricks. Then he turned his head, spread his hands towards the team that was about to start, and said, "You think he is. What about my proposal? Give you to him and let him draw nourishment from you! Then the whole world will fall under my feet!”

However, the only response to Darkus was Maranur's unstoppable laughter. He knew that his cousin was playing tricks, a more advanced way of acting. And in his opinion, this kind of proposal is ridiculous and weak. In this case, why not get the Sword of Kane? His body was hunched over, one hand covering his stomach, one hand pointing, and he laughed loudly, with tears streaming from the corners of his laughing eyes.

Maranur's unbridled laughter affected the elves, who also made all kinds of mocking laughter.

"Sorry..." Darkus used his classic starting move, and then continued, "I don't know why they are laughing, but...I can feel that they don't agree? There is no temptation in your proposal. Li, you have lived for so long, but your eloquence is not very good...far from this castle..."

After Darkus finished speaking, the elves laughed louder, and the dragonborn who had figured out what happened also laughed loudly, and the whole room was suddenly filled with a happy atmosphere.

Drakfels let out an angry roar, and the sound enveloped the entire Dragon Rock Castle, as if a dark storm was sweeping through.

"This is the sword of blasphemy? Well, yes. This is a weapon suitable for killing you!" Darkus ignored Drakfels's angry roar. How could this be anything more ruthless than this? He's seen it all. The sword of blasphemy that had been soaked in Sigma's sacred blood was very heavy, and it didn't move despite his gentle kick.

"But there's something missing..." Darkus muttered, and at the same time, he used the tip of his shoe armor to pick up the leaf hammer on the ground. He didn't look back when he picked up the leaf hammer. He was joking, Drakfels was still there. Well, that doesn't stop him from pressing, "I told you just now, use a hammer, hammer! I will be angry next time you do this!"

After making a pun, Darkus lowered his chin and formed a particularly unbeatable O-shape with his mouth. As the whistle sounded, the Trident of the Sea hidden in the team flew straight out, as fast as lightning.

Drakferth's attack came to an abrupt end as the trident tore through what was left of his robes and the stench of his rotting flesh filled the room. He screamed, his heart throbbing, the hammer in the elf's hand frightened him, he imagined a slight glow around the hammer, as if gold mixed with lead, he dared not speak the name that came to his mind .

Long ago, Drakfels was humiliated by a wild-eyed giant with a blond beard. He was blasted as he lay in the mud, and the giant's boot stamped on his face, crushing him into the dirt. As the hammer was raised and then lowered, his magic abandoned him and his body began to rot, before he regained full life thousands of years later.

This was the first time Drakfers was defeated in battle, and the person who defeated him was Sigmar. Now, he saw the shadow of Sigmar in the elf!

Genevieve moved, and the effort of talking allowed her to recover slightly. She became her normal self and moved. The scarlet recurve dagger was tightly held in her hand, like a call for death and blood.

"Sorry, the hammer in my hand is not Gail Maraz, but this hammer also has an extraordinary origin, but you don't want to hear it? And I'm not interested in talking about it. Here, I say hello to you on behalf of Sigma, not in the eternal Germany Mr. Lackfels, or Madam?" Genevieve moved, and so did Darkus. While pressing, he swung the hammer and hit her.

Stunned, Drakefels directly performed a sledgehammer to the face that was more advanced than breaking a boulder on his chest. The top of the leaf hammer covered his face. He heard the cracking sound, and he could feel his nose moving towards the face. Inner depression.

Just like the old lady lying on her back in a ghost story, Genevieve appeared on Drakefels' back again, stabbing the recurved dagger into Drakefels' neck repeatedly, and a large amount of yellow liquid was taken away. out.

Franais, who stood watching, sighed silently, for his sister, and for his cloak of a white lion.

Facing the fierce double offensive, Drakefels could no longer hold on. He fell to the ground and screamed feebly.

"Sigma...yes, Sigma, pray for mercy from Sigma. By the way, my name is Darkus, Darkus, the Scourge of Hell!"

The leaf hammers kept falling, and Drakfels's bones shattered like eggs. He fell, but the hammering continued.

"Who the hell gave you the courage?! Who! Who!!!" Darkus was still smashing, and while smashing, he roared and questioned, "Is it you or me? I'm asking you a question, you put it Let's be clear, you, me, you! Do you think I'm an idiot? Shouldn't you apologize for this? That’s right, yes, yes!”

"That's so damn great. I'm a gentleman, right?" After venting, Darkus stood up and let out a breath. He felt that all the mental shocks he had experienced since entering Longyan Castle were vented at this moment. While tossing his hair gracefully, he asked Genevieve, who was still attacking.

Panting, Genevieve stopped thrusting, raised her head and smiled at Darkus. She didn't look girlish at all. The yellow mucus made her hair and face stick together. She looked like the old lady in the ghost story who was lying on her back when she smiled. She was the kind who killed everyone.

"The way you look now... tsk tsk, you should find a mirror... Forget it, when I didn't say it, I sincerely apologize to you, madam, please forgive my impulse. Use this, just like I said before , use the hammer, use the hammer! It's time to end this, it's your time."

After finishing speaking, Darkus threw the leaf hammer to Genevieve.

"In the name of Genevieve Sandrine Poti Lectidoni!" Genevieve roared after taking the hammer, and then slammed the hammer down.

Drakfels was left to die in the icy wilderness, his illness so severe that the tribe no longer needed him. Another man, the first to be killed, happened to be passing by, and he struggled to take that man's life. He won, but now... fifteen thousand years later... he knew that he had failed after all. In the eternity of time and space, he had only delayed the arrival of death.

For the last time, life left Drakfels.

The eternal Drakfels was no longer eternal. He died in Dragonstone Castle. The castle he built became his tomb. (End of chapter)