Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

The signal was sent from the admiral's command spire, breaking the noise of the battle.

A flag on the high ground suddenly rose under the illumination of the light, and the red and black lines fluttered in the sky, conveying an urgent message. This was the highest level signal in the Duruchi flag language, representing a full-scale attack. A large number of plunder ships hovering outside the Black Ark responded to the signal quickly and began to adjust their direction to quickly approach the Vicious Temple.

Dulias was going crazy. He was still laughing and talking in the previous second, and the next second a monster attacked his ship, the ship where the champion of Matheran and his daughter were. This was something he could not tolerate. As an uncle and a senior believer of Matheran, where could he put his face?

After arranging everything, he came to the base and threw himself into the battle. It was no longer meaningful to stay on the spire to command. Although this battle took place at sea, it was actually a land battle.

He dodged a long chain hanging from a bloated tentacle. The body at the end of the chain slapped on the ground and then moved suddenly, looking extremely terrifying. The corpse still had human features and clothing, but held a deadly double-bladed axe in both hands. Soon, the drowned corpse stood up and staggered toward him, two small yellow eyestalks wriggling out of the eye sockets of the corpse's skull.

Without thinking, he swung his scimitar across the drowned man, the blade tearing through the corpse's tattered chain mail and the yellow liquid skin underneath. Maggots and crabs spilled out of the huge wound, but the terrible creature continued to attack. He tried to raise the knife to defend himself, but at this moment he had a strange feeling that his strength was draining away. He didn't think it was an illusion caused by his excessive drinking, but some strange existence was draining his strength.

The double-bladed axe chopped down, and the blade hit his shoulder armor, the corroded axe blade shattered due to the impact, but at the same time the huge impact hit his shoulder. As he fell heavily to the ground, he watched as the drowned man raised the ancient weapon and prepared to chop him over the head. When he tried to raise his weapon to block the fatal blow, he felt as if he had lifted up the entire Black Ark, but even so he would not surrender. He was Dulias Hellbane, the admiral of the Black Ark's Vicious Temple.

At the moment when the Drowned was about to chop down, Maranul roared and rushed over, showing the deep affection between father and son and knocking the Drowned to the ground. He gasped and pressed the Drowned under him, then pulled out the dagger at his waist and stabbed the Drowned again and again, but the Drowned was still struggling, as if he would not die.

"It will die!" Dulias stumbled to his feet after taking a breath, staring at the terrible Drowned and the terrifying eyestalk. Then, driven by some power, he raised the sword in his hand and slashed at the rusty iron chain that bound the Drowned.

Maranul climbed up from the Drowned, who suddenly lost his life, and the broken chain fluttered, and the rusty putrefaction dripped from the broken chain links. Only then did he realize that although the chain looked like an iron chain, it was actually part of the tentacle, the umbilical cord that connected the drowned to its grotesque body.

Once this connection was cut, the power that drove the drowned slave disappeared, and the moment he crawled away from the drowned, the drowned quickly dissolved into a pool of rotten mud.

The joy of the father and son defeating the puppet together was quickly suppressed. There were hundreds of chains falling from the tentacles of Leviathan, and hundreds of terrible zombies fell with them. It seemed that they had touched the drowned who had been buried in the Central Sea and captured by Leviathan for thousands of years, just like poking a big abscess. What was even more terrifying was that the tentacles of Leviathan followed these drowned.

The plunder ships wandering around the periphery of the Black Ark were like ferocious sea wolves, galloping on the turbulent sea, with the oblique sails rustling, vowing to tear Leviathan into pieces. As the plunder ships approached, the tentacles of Leviathan became more crazy. The tentacles waved in the air like huge whips, trying to stop the approach of these ships.

Faced with the might of the tentacles, many plundering ships had to avoid their sharp edges. The sea water was hit and splashed high waves, making a huge roar. A plundering ship that risked its life to approach was broken by the tentacles in the middle.

The pressure was instantly given to Dacus. He was furious when he saw the plundering ship being destroyed. This Leviathan was completely different from the one he had seen in Chapeiuto. The size and ferocity of the one in Chapeiuto were completely incomparable to this one, just like a young dragon compared to the huge Emperor Dragon. The battle had been going on for a while, and he hadn't even seen the full picture of the Leviathan lurking under the sea.

"Attack the tentacles on the periphery first."

The battle was taking place in multiple scenes, and his sight caught the witchcraft spire conducting a magic attack to provide support for the battle on the black ark. He knew that he had to take action to open a passage for the plunder ship. After taking a deep breath, he issued an order to Springwin.

With a roar from Springwin, the red dragons in three echelons in the air quickly dispersed and the battle around the outer perimeter of the black ark began. As they began to dive at low altitude, they were like red lightning. They opened their huge jaws and spewed blazing dragon flames at the tentacles. The flames drew scorching tracks in the air and rushed straight towards the huge tentacles. They cooperated tacitly, their movements were swift and precise, and every dive and spit could leave burning marks on the tentacles.

The tentacles that attacked the plunder ship screamed shrilly under the burning flames, and their huge bodies twitched in the air, trying to get rid of the flames. The seawater evaporated, forming thick white mists that enveloped the outer battlefield.

Daxus stood on top of Springwin, staring at Leviathan, looking for possible flaws. But this Leviathan was too tricky. Perhaps the appearance of the red dragon made Leviathan feel a huge threat, so that the strange head was hidden under the water. Now only the tentacles were floating on the entire sea.

The battle on the Black Ark was fierce, and the tentacles and the drowned were besieged by the guards of the Black Ark. More and more guards came from the lower area after completing the assembly, and more and more harvester crossbows gathered on the city wall. The steel nails on the heads of the crossbow arrows pierced the terrible flesh, making a piercing scream. The pirates wielded scimitars and halberds, slashing at the bodies of the drowned men fiercely, splashing liquid everywhere, and the thick yellow-brown liquid dyed the base red.

Groups of harpies flew in the air, making sharp whistles. They used their claws to tear the flesh of the enemy, trying to throw the drowned men from the ark into the sea, but the iron chains connecting the drowned men made their actions fail.

Flashes of magic and flames flickered on the tentacles, burning the twisted flesh.

The sons of Asuryan rushed out of the warrior hall and formed an attack team, holding long-handled battle axes and rushing towards the drowned men. The long-handled battle axes drew deadly arcs in the air, and each blow was powerful and destructive, slashing at the drowned men and the iron chains fiercely, cutting them into several pieces. The drowned men retreated step by step under their fierce attacks, and their screams were mixed in the hustle and bustle of the battlefield.

The war dancers and sisters of killing wielding double swords followed the Edreze believers holding spears, and swiftly shuttled through the battlefield. Their combat skills were proficient, and the double swords and whips flashed in the air like dancing, quickly and accurately hitting the vital points of the drowned and cutting off the chains behind them. Every blow carried the breath of death, and the drowned fell one after another under their attack.

The Edreze believers, arranged in a tight formation, raised the spears in their hands and advanced steadily, providing a solid line of defense for the war dancers.

On the periphery, the red dragons were still attacking the tentacles, but the breath attack did not have much effect, and it never opened a channel for the plundering ship. The plundering ships that had originally formed a formation could only be forced to disperse, fight around the tentacles, and use crossbows to fiercely bombard the tentacles.

"That's not right."

Dakus muttered as he looked at the anxious battles below. Although the battles below were fierce, there seemed to be no progress. He thought that the barrier on this sea area was likely to be disintegrated. There should be a gap leading to Ithil under the sea where Leviathan had been dormant for thousands of years. As the gap gradually expanded, the ability of mortal weapons to cause damage to this giant beast was questionable.

And what was even more terrifying was that the witchcraft spire had never exerted its strength. The magic it released was too ridiculous and could not cause effective damage to Leviathan at all.

Thinking of this, he looked at the witchcraft spire. He knew that the spire was a luxurious lineup. Not to mention the demigod Serene, there were so many spellcasters who were half a step towards the ranks of legends. He didn't think that the spellcasters were pitting him or playing tricks, but there was indeed no sign of a big move, maintaining a terrible silence.

Soon, he shuddered, and he realized that this Leviathan seemed to be more terrifying than he had imagined. This Leviathan was likely an energy carrier, like an extremely hard container, drawing and gathering the magic wind around it. If that's the case, it's really tricky. Nurgle really gave him a big one. The portal was just a small fight. It could be a big one to detonate the energy in Leviathan.

There was no time to think about it. He raised the trident and pointed it at the sea. He would know after trying it.

When Malanur was fighting a drowned man, a huge shadow enveloped him. Without thinking, he directly activated the characteristics of the armor, letting himself fly close to the ground and move sideways. A second later, the huge claws smashed into the place where he had stayed before. The drowned man who had fought with him before was smashed to pieces, and the entire base was shaken by the impact, and rocks and wood fell one after another.

The finger-like tentacles were exploring everywhere, squirming, and oozing mucus. He felt sick. Those boneless fingertips were not nails or claws, but round leech-like mouths. He could even see the minced meat and armor clamped in the mouthparts.

"Don't even think about it."

Malanul roared, swung the Frost Sword in his hand vigorously, and cut off the tentacle that slid towards him. The huge tentacle, which was wider than his body, twitched in pain, and disgusting liquid gushed out from the broken end. The other tentacles seemed to feel the pain of this tentacle, and quickly crawled over from other positions to check the injury. Soon, six huge tentacles turned to him, and the mouths on the tentacles made a hateful cry and pounced on him.

Fearless, he grasped the Frost Sword strengthened by Dais and cut off another tentacle. But facing this pile of hateful tentacles, he felt unprecedented pressure. He tried his best to resist these saliva-filled mouths, swinging the sword and slashing, and each blow was accompanied by icy cold. The tentacles were constantly cut off under his sword, and the liquid flew across, but it seemed endless and kept attacking from all directions.

He was forced to retreat in front of this pile of abominable tentacles, but the tentacles that were pressing forward made it almost impossible for him to retreat. Just when he was exhausted again, he heard a familiar roar.

Dulias brought Ryan, Cowell and family members to support him, and the weapons in their hands flashed coldly. The blade of reality opened and closed in Ryan's hand, and each blow split the tentacle in half. Flanais's halberd swung like a storm, cutting off another tentacle. Standing behind the two brothers was Genevieve, who was filling in and covering.

Soon, an indestructible line of defense appeared, and the tentacles broke under their attacks, making shrill screams.

A huge roar came from the direction of the city wall. After Kerillian, who was shooting at close range, sent an arrow into the eye socket of the drowned man, she turned her head through the entanglement of tentacles and looked in the direction of the sound. Soon she saw two huge reptiles staggering over. She had never seen such a novel reptile before, so her eyes widened. Her instinct told her that these two reptiles were dangerous, and it was best not to stand across the path of the tree people, just like when she accompanied the tree people in the battle in Athel Loren, she should not appear where the tree people landed.

The trainers of the Hell's Disaster family drove the reptiles with whips, spears and torches. The reptiles, which were larger than some small whales, stepped forward on their huge claws and waved their long bladed tails angrily. Their bodies were covered with thick scales, and every step shook the earth. Soon, they rushed into the drowned and bit with their fangs. Each reptile had several heads, each head was on a long snake neck. There was no fear in their dark yellow eyes, only greed and desire for food.

These two reptiles were the most proud products of Clarkalond, and they were the most ferocious creatures bred by trainers: war hydras.

Unlike the many war hydras imprisoned under the Tower of Doom, these two were the best and most ferocious, otherwise they would not have appeared on the Temple of Malevolence.

As the battle began, the two reptiles showed their unparalleled value. When they staggered to a certain position, they raised their heads, and each mouth spewed flames, burning the rotting flesh in front of them. The flames scorched the tentacles and the drowned, and the air was filled with the stench of burning. Then, they roared in unison and rushed towards the tentacles steaming in the flames.

The tentacles that were threatening the elves a moment ago suddenly turned around and attacked the war hydras. Each neck of the hydra was like an independent warrior, biting these entangled tentacles and biting them fiercely. Karona, who was about to draw her bow and shoot an arrow, saw the hydra pull up a wriggling tentacle like pulling up a tree, and she was shocked by the great strength.

The tentacle, in turn, wrapped around one of the reptile's necks and squeezed mercilessly, trying to strangle it to death. Finally, the huge pressure squeezed the life out of the head, and the tentacles loosened, letting the head hang limply beside the hydra.

However, just as life was draining from the head, a terrible rebirth surged in the body of the war hydra. The dead neck and head burst open, and blood and flesh splattered all over the surroundings. A smaller head twisted out of the broken flesh and bit the charred tentacles angrily. The new head was more ferocious and cruel in the battle, and also more hungry. The hydra was like having multiple stomachs. The food it took into its mouth was considered independent, not collective. Death was just a catalyst that made them stronger.

This horrific scene shocked the Asrai and Enil who boarded the ship. They vaguely thought of past records.

The horror of the war hydra lies not only in their size and strength, but also in their almost immortal characteristics. Every severed head will bring more anger and violence, and every wound seems to make them only stronger and unstoppable.

Under the combined attack of the two war hydras, the giant tentacle was forced to retreat, gradually retreating upwards. The arrowheads of the crossbows fired by the warriors on the Black Ark pierced the terrible limb, and their accurate shooting caused the tentacle to suffer unbearable pain. Nearby, Cowell watched Kerillian pick up the Skypiercer on the ground and throw it into the limb.

With the war hydras joining the battle, the morale of the elves was greatly boosted. They saw that the two behemoths were invincible on the battlefield, and they all waved their weapons and launched a counterattack. The War Dancers and the Slaughter Sisters moved quickly, and various weapons flashed in the air, killing the Drowned like a whirlwind of death. The followers of Edrezer followed closely under the command of the Chosen. They used contradictions to form a solid line of defense, blocking the enemy's attack while trying to push the front line forward.

Maranul leaned against his father, waving the Frost Sword continuously, and each blow brought a deadly chill, cutting off the tentacles and the Drowned. His and his father's roars echoed across the battlefield, inspiring the warriors around them.

The Duruchi rushed towards the enemy like a tide, and the fierce counterattack pushed the Drowned back step by step. They had recovered from the initial fear and confusion, and now they were full of fighting spirit, determined to drive the enemy out of their homes.

The War Hydras led the way, and their every move was destructive. The huge tail swept across the battlefield and knocked the groups of Drowned away. Each head of the Hydra was biting and tearing, and the flames from its mouth burned the enemy to ashes. Although some heads were crushed by tentacles in the battle, new heads would soon grow from the broken places and continue to fight.

After throwing the spear, Kerillian confirmed that there was no accidental injury, nodded with satisfaction, and then formed a shooting line with Karona and members of the Windrunner family, pouring arrows on the tentacles. Their eyes flashed with determination and calmness, and their arrows were like messengers of Molayg, and each arrow hit the target accurately. They knew they had to win, otherwise they would have nowhere to run in the vast sea.

With the help of the war hydra, the elves gradually gained the upper hand. But that was all, the battle line was solidified. The two sides fought around the spires and ruins, and neither could do anything to the other. The drowned seemed to be constantly refreshed, breaking free from the tentacles, and the entire battlefield fell into a long and fierce stalemate.

The elves tried their best to fight against the endless enemies. But each tentacle was a moving fortress, and the huge power made it difficult for the elves to break through easily.

The drowned slid endlessly from the tentacles, as if the sea itself was vomiting these evil creatures. The noise of the battle was mixed together, and the metallic sounds of swords clashing, roars and screams intertwined in the air into a terrifying war song. The only thing to be thankful for was that the dead elf warriors did not get up from the ground and re-enter the battle.

The subsequent pirates and black sharp crossbowmen continued to shoot arrows, and even some reaper crossbows originally arranged on the city wall were forced to move under the city wall for close shooting because there was no suitable shooting angle. Drowned people continued to fall down after being shot by arrows, but they knew that this would not solve any problems. After the drowned were knocked down, new enemies would soon fill the position, and after the battle line was flattened, the drowned who were not cut off from the chain just fell down.

The warriors fought with the enemy in the ruins of the spire, their weapons wielded in the narrow space, and each attack was fatal and slow. The tentacles and the drowned seemed to have a halo of weakness. The claws and tentacles of the drowned kept attacking, trying to tear their defenses apart. The warriors kept resisting and advancing, but the number of enemies was too large, and they seemed unable to completely repel these undead monsters.

"Fuck!"

Darkius cursed. Just as he thought, he had just used his trident to try to stir up a whirlpool on the sea, but this trident, which could show its power on the sea, lost its former function. The whirlpool disappeared after a wave of spray. What made him even more angry was that this wave of spray appeared after the three storm dragons, Kudnos, Azogallon and Ibas, guided the wind of Aegir in the sky.

The red dragons were no longer as invincible as before, and they looked down on everyone. Among the entire red dragon clan, only the rouge dragon Carmine showed his power, and the death wind he spewed would effectively restrict the tentacles, but that was all. In numerical terms, the Rouge Dragon's Dragon Breath has 10 energy points, while this Leviathan has a full 1,000 energy points.

His eyes swept across the battlefield, and he knew that if they continued like this, they would eventually be exhausted and defeated. In the end, the Black Ark would be dragged to the bottom of the sea by the Leviathan, dragged to the abyss, and even reported to the garden of the loving father. It was a real one-spoon stew. None of the four Chaos Gods were given for nothing. He must find a way to completely destroy the source of these tentacles and drowned people. Otherwise...

Suddenly, the tentacles, the sea, the red dragon, and the Black Ark disappeared in front of his eyes. The scene was still there for a moment, and the next moment it disappeared. Instead, there was a cold and dark room, and the shape of the celestial body flickered overhead, inlaid with diamonds and pearls, and platinum lines connected to form the symbol of Hecate. A huge pattern on the ground glowed under his feet. This was a line formed by crushed rubies.

Daxus looked away, no longer looking at the surrounding scenes, but at the elves around him. He knew that he was teleported to the top of the witchcraft spire.

Serene, Drusala, Colonia, Alatar, Alisa, Beloda, Asanoak, Liv, etc., the top spellcasters among the elves gathered here. Only when the White Tower of Hos held a party or a grand ceremony would so many powerful spellcasters gather here, but now these spellcasters did not cast spells or guide the ceremony, but looked at him with complicated eyes.

"You are injured, dear." Drusala walked over quickly and said with concern.

Daquus only noticed that he was injured at this time. The jagged stone torn from the spire before scratched his arm, and the blood kept flowing, infecting his eternal robe. He did not vent his anger on his lover, that was impotent rage, that was not his style, he relaxed his body and let his lover heal.

As for why he was injured... He was not wearing dragon armor. He was attending a banquet before. He did not play chess with Liu Qi, nor did he go fishing. What's the big deal about wearing armor at a banquet? Why are those red dragons looking at him? Who are they guarding against?

"What's going on here? And what is that thing?" He asked solemnly after taking two breaths. (End of this chapter)