Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

The air was thick as syrup, hot, very hot, and the heat wave hit me as if the whole space was burning.

The inner wall around Daxus changed again, and the hideous and rotten things had been replaced by a strange vitality. The inner wall, which was barely considered the ground, was covered with citrus yellow leaves and bell-shaped blue flowers. These flowers and leaves exuded a sweet fragrance, making the surrounding air even heavier.

In the distance, winged creatures rustled among the leaves, and sharp cries came from time to time.

Daxus felt that his body became heavier, as if the sky had fallen down and pressed on his shoulders. Everything around him was changing rapidly, and all the greens gradually faded into a verdant collage of yellow, brown and rust red. These colors turned the inner wall into a cradle of blight, and new ulcers seemed to be born from here.

On the ground, colorful lichens and mushrooms covered the cracked bark, and fallen logs kept emerging from the air and filling the inner wall. The sharp cries turned into low cries, coming from afar, as if countless victims were telling their pain.

Indescribable.

Incomprehensible.

In his eyes, the scene was like a quagmire, with black stars and dying worlds, rotting galaxies, and huge, twisted, nebula-like shapes wandering in it. Maggots gnawed at the infinite root, a plague that spread throughout the universe, devouring everything that existed, turning everything into a leprous ruin in endless hunger.

Everything was corroded, weakened, strangled, all glory disappeared, all hope was shattered. Millions of voices shouted loudly in pain and despair, forever crying for the salvation that would never come.

"Save me..."

"It hurts..."

"Why does it hurt..."

"Everything is burning..."

"Save me..."

These voices attacked from all directions, filling his mind and squeezing his heart. He stumbled, having to use Vizar to support himself, until a low chime broke the endless agony.

Something began to crawl out of the cancerous center of the darkness, shapeless and yet with all its shapes. A plume of smoke, a puddle of oily liquid, creeping upwards, with eyes as round as the cold, dead sun, and teeth and a mouth as wide as the horizon.

With comet-like fingers grasping the void, the Lord of All stepped out of his house and began the long and arduous journey to the Garden. As he walked, the moon collapsed beneath the incredible giant, and the stars around him were annihilated.

The scarce air echoed with the plague bells, and swarms of flies spun lazily in the distance, dancing the infernal dance, preparing for the coming attack. Groups of heavily armed demons and high-ranking believers lined up in the distance, their low chants competing for prominence with the bells. Every corner exuded the smell of despair and decay, as if the whole world was trembling for the impending catastrophe.

Daxus wiped his nose and then took a deep breath.

The battle began, before the big lump squeezed out.

The Plague Lord's every step was accompanied by the withering and death of moss. His breath was like poison, and insects died instantly in the air. He rushed over and closed his eyes tightly, resisting the sudden strong light.

Without shouting or shouting, Daxus swung Vizar, and the sword drew a fiery arc in the air.

The Plague Lord tried to fight it, but he felt very weak. His breath flowed up and down like liquid. He trembled and felt cold all over, and sweat flowed down his festering skin. He was determined to fight, but he fell to the ground at the moment when the sword swept across. He struggled and tried to look at the existence in front of him with his eyes, but he failed. Delirium blurred his eyes and the torrent opened his mind.

Under the combination of a set of Silence and Gem Shield, the Plague Lord, who had not yet shown his power, fell directly and became worthless.

A warty tongue shot out from the mouth of the Plague Toad like a snake, and a pool of black digestive fluid gushed out. The tongue that came out of the mouth tried to wrap around Daquus's legs, but the toad was obviously a little confused, and the moves that had always been successful in the past failed. Before he could retract his muscular tongue, the tongue was burned by Kuishi in the moment it rolled up.

Daquus didn't pay any attention to this attack at all. In this special environment, his tortoise shell was not ordinary hard. The silver scepter gathered energy, and Vizshal poured out energy. It gathered and dispersed, and it could gather back after dispersing. It was a pure BUG, ​​and there was no solution. This level of attack was not even a tickle, and it couldn't break his defense at all. Kuishi was a natural enemy of chaos.

He spun Vizar, cutting off the rough tongue of the Nurgle beast that was about to lick him, and cut off the half of the stone that the toad was collecting. Then he turned around and slashed the front end of the blade towards the hard-to-see neck of the Nurgle beast, missing it, but hitting it again.

The sword in his hand has weight, and it actually has length. It can't reach the terrifying level of a 40-meter sword, but the kush extending from the sword has, but it's not that exaggerated. He calls this continuation "Sword Qi"!

It has a fantasy flavor...

It didn't matter whether the neck was cut or not. The huge body of the Nurgle beast was split into two after being swept by the sword. It originally had a big dog's happy and playful expression on its face, but it turned into shock. Its small hands grabbed the wound, but it was useless. There was no tendency to heal. It only continued to separate under the blessing of gravity, contracting, trembling, boiling, and finally exploded, and collapsed everywhere.

Defeating the Nurgle beast was a brilliant achievement, but that was somewhere else. There were monsters here that were heavier than the Nurgle beast.

A bulky Lord of Blight attacked Daquus, and rolls of sticky pale fat overflowed from the rusty armor. He shook the inner wall with firm steps, and grubs, maggots and leeches poured out of his withered and rotten flesh like raindrops.

Daquus had no intention of hedging. He held Vizar horizontally, posing the posture of Arthas holding Frostmourne horizontally. Unfortunately, the essence of Vizar at this moment was a Messer blade, which was not perfect and lacked a bit of charm. As the spell ended, he smiled at the Lord of Withering.

The arcane cracking was activated, and the Lord of Withering's body began to tremble violently. Kush exploded in its body, and the rusty armor was torn like a fragile piece of paper. The pale fat was broken into pieces by Kush, and the festering flesh quickly decayed into black smoke.

He tried to resist, but he felt that his power was being quickly deprived, as if his body was being torn apart by an irresistible force. His eyes were filled with fear and despair, and his body began to disintegrate. The festering flesh turned into rotten dust and was blown away in the air by the wind. Only a pool of smelly mud and broken armor was left on the ground, and his roar and scream disappeared in this corrupted space.

Daquus ignored the disappeared Lord of Blight. He turned his head and looked behind him. After confirming that the rear was temporarily safe, he activated his boots. The next second, he distanced himself from the Nurgle war group rushing towards him. There was no way. The pre-casting swing was a bit long this time. He needed time.

He began to chant a powerful spell, his voice was low and powerful, and the energy in the air began to gather. With every syllable of the spell, the energy in Leviathan gathered and took shape under his control. The silver scepter shone brightly in his hand, and Vizshal seemed to respond to the call of the master, emitting a strong brilliance.

The inner wall suddenly became dim, and an invisible force surged in the air. His voice became more and more grand, as if the whole world was echoing his spell. Suddenly, a dazzling white light burst out beside him, like a new star born in his palm.

A phoenix made of pure flames appeared in the light, its wings burning with pure white flames, blazing and sacred.

He waved his scepter, and the phoenix moved in response, swooping down on the enemy with unstoppable force. The phoenix's flames illuminated the entire inner wall, and wherever it went, it was engulfed by pure flames. The endless stream of Nurgle war groups were engulfed by the sudden flames, and wailing rose and fell, filling the air.

The pure white flames spread rapidly, turning the entire inner wall into a sea of ​​fire. The forest collapsed under the burning of the pure white flames, and the trees withered and burned, turning into ashes. Those Nurgle carriers who were still charging fell in the flames, and were ignited one after another. Their bodies were twisted and deformed in the flames, their skin was burned in the flames, and their rotten bodies were engulfed by the purified flames, emitting shrill screams and painful wails.

Some carriers who ran fast escaped the initial flames, but still could not escape the final fate.

The light of the flames reflected on Dacus's face. His eyes were firm, and the Vizar and the silver scepter in his hands were shining, but he knew that the battle was not over yet, and there were more enemies waiting for him. However, this did not prevent him from standing there, like an undefeated god of war.

The leading corrupt messenger was huge, with hypertrophy muscles, and rotten flesh squirming in the holes of his armor. His helmet had no features except for the downward-bending horns and a cluster of three eye-shaped holes. But this did not prevent him from roaring and screaming to express his hunger. His heart was full of anger, and he raised the axe in his hand and rushed towards Dacus.

Dacus could feel the stupidity and ruthlessness of the corrupt messenger, and then he moved. He was faster than the corrupt messenger had imagined. At the moment of contact, he turned gracefully and swung Vizar across, sweeping towards the corrupt messenger's torso. The gushing black, foul-smelling blood boiled with this blow. The blade destroyed the ribs and broke the lumbar vertebrae, causing the paralyzed Corruption Messenger to fall to the ground and scream in pain. Then, the anger and hunger of the Corruption Messenger, who was unable to move, turned into a weak wail.

Another Corruption Messenger, who was lighter in physique and armor, caught up with the first Corruption Messenger and rushed to the left. He was very fast and dodged Dacus's attack, but the Corruption Messenger behind him was not so lucky. It was hit exactly and solidly. Vizshal's essence cut deeply into the rotten and rusty armor, causing the existence inside the armor to be frustrated and wail. Then it swept through the flesh and bones, and the gushing black blood boiled and splashed on the ground, corroding everything around it.

The second Corruption Messenger was fast, but Dacus was faster than him. Just when he was about to raise his axe and chop it up, Dacus's attack arrived. His head flew off, spurting out corrupted blood, and the skull rolled into the dirt and vegetation, which rotted away completely, as if the touch of the Plaguebringer had broken their grip on reality and they retreated before a greater force.

Three swords, just three swords, one sword for each. The Corrupted Envoy is not a weakling, it is a more terrifying existence than the Chosen One, it belongs to the lord and hero unit, and one step forward is the Demon Prince. But in front of Dacus, they seem so fragile. Vizar seems to be a demon nemesis born to kill demons.

Three Plague Carriers rushed towards Dacus and slashed at Dacus with filthy blades.

Dacus turned around calmly and looked at the Plague Carriers who rushed into the range of the halo. He did not swing his sword, and the result was as he thought. The Plague Carriers disappeared and disintegrated after taking a few steps forward. Vizar played a huge role. The longer the sword burned, the weaker the demons around him. Some poor secondary demons could not get close to him at all. He exiled as many as he could.

Vizar swept out again, slashing at the skull of a Plague Apostle, splitting its head in half, but it was not banished immediately. Before disappearing, it howled and tried to get closer, trying to wash Dacus with corrupt blood, so that insects and worms could try to drill through the barrier and taint Dacus's vision.

However, the Plague Apostle failed, and it ultimately failed to break through Dacus's defense. As Vizar swept out again, its body broke into two, fell to the ground and twitched, and finally returned to where it came from.

A green miasma spread, and the air that had already made Dacus nauseous became even worse, but he did not fall. His eyes penetrated the thick miasma and looked at the Plague Fly Envoy who was about to pounce, with the flame of battle burning in his eyes.

He looked at the Plague Fly Envoy who was about to pounce and raised Vizar again. Without any warning, the storm formed by Quesch suddenly attacked the enemy.

He held Vizar horizontally, and without any warning, the storm formed by Kushi suddenly attacked the enemy. After the spell was finished, he moved and rushed towards Nurgle's army. The sword energy split the Plague Apostle's shoulder and cut into half of his torso.

On the other side, the Plague Fly was struggling painfully in the storm. The storm formed by Kushi swept through, and the fierce airflow tore their rotten wings and bodies, and pus and rotten flesh splashed everywhere. The screams of pain were swallowed by the storm, and finally torn into pieces and dissipated in the wind.

The face of the Plague Apostle was full of hatred and pain. It swung the long sword with its other arm and slashed at Dacus. The pus flowing from the sword exuded a foul smell, but it did not break Dacus's defense, nor did it let the venom on the sword rage in Dacus's body.

The rotten wave seemed powerless in front of Dacus. Every time he swung the sword, he brought irresistible power. He stepped over the fallen body of the Plague Apostle, and the places he passed were constantly burned. The body of the Plague Apostle twitched on the ground, as if he was still making his last struggle, but soon lost his vitality and turned into a real corpse.

Every step he took was full of firm determination, and his footsteps were like the dance of flames, burning all evil. However, miraculously, tender shoots emerged from the corrupted land, hanging and growing, and the flames and new life intertwined, forming a weird scene. He knew that this was not a symbol of tenacity and hope, and he did not have the ability of the Eternal Queen to take one step at a time. If he had time, he would have watched for a while and would have seen the process of the tender shoots getting sick, withering, and dying.

"Let the garden prosper in victory!"

A corrupt messenger holding a plague sickle shouted, and at the same time Dacus roared, the roar was so trembling that the sprouted plants withered instantly, and then there was no more, the corrupt messenger was broken into two pieces with the knife, and fell to the ground.

However, the offensive of the Nurgle war group was relentless and endless. The diseased plants burst into new rotten life, and the vines and branches tangled together, cheering with the addition of new forces.

The body of the big unclean was still squeezing out. What was even more weird was that several more portals appeared in the distance.

"Are you going to kill me? A round-robin battle, right?"

As he said this, he cut off the vegetation. He knew he was in some danger, but he was not panicking at all. He knew what he was doing, and panic would not solve any problems. The silver scepter was raised high, and the vegetation began to burn and wither. The plants and flames bloomed and fought each other furiously.

The flames and the thick green mist complemented each other.

There were too many debris blocking the way. He chopped down one Plague Apostle after another. These were small BOSSes, extremely difficult to deal with, but not worth mentioning in front of him. The corrupt messenger in light armor pulled his lips back and roared. He could feel that the wounded corrupt messenger was so angry that he would believe that he was a Khorne believer if he didn't look at his attire.

He turned around and swung Vizar across. Oh, he was so brainless. Otherwise, how could he be called the demon slayer and the sword of the gods. Moreover, the current environment has brought the power of the sword to the extreme. Who told Leviathan to accumulate so much energy in his body?

The corrupt messenger raised his double blades to try to block Dacus's attack, but it was useless. The corrupt messenger beside him took a step back after seeing him fall, and then aimed at Dacus's throat guard and swung his sword at Dacus.

It was no use, however, as Veszar cut off the arm that held the sword, and before the sword could fall to the ground, Veszar cut deep, slicing through armor, flesh, and bone. His war cry became staccato and finally turned into a wordless howl. When he fell, he saw the Plague Apostle next to him also falling. The Plague Apostle had his knees cut off. After Veszal swept it, blood spurted out. When it touched the air, it turned into black foam and sprayed out. Filling his face, tumor leaves spread out, embracing his body.

Veszal slit the Nurgle's chest, severing its sternum, and it waved its arms helplessly, slapping at the devastating wounds Vessal had inflicted on it. But its movements are so scattered, so independent, as if the mind is divided, each half pulling on the limbs of the other.

As Veszal swept again, the Nurgle choked and staggered, maggots and rot erupting from its body as it fell, its shape softening, its flesh heaving and then shattering. It cracked, blood spread to the ground, vegetation grew, and then burned again.

Darkus fought silently, killed silently, and continued to destroy all unclean things in front of him.

"I will not let you down, dear father, I am your gardener."

A Plague Apostle approaches Darkus, which is exposed because it is a trap. It is special, its organs have stopped functioning long ago, and the organs have become reservoirs of disease. Its body is the carrier of the plague, and no matter where ordinary weapons stab it, it cannot be touched. The enemy plunged the blade into its festering body, only to find the weapon jammed and the enemy exposed to his counterattack.

But Veszal is no ordinary weapon...

The Plague Apostle felt itself collapsing, its legs losing strength and its lower body losing feeling. Its knees must have buckled, for it was sinking toward the ground, the wound growing larger, and it lost, failed. It did not block Darkus' attack, its face twisted into an expression of hatred, and Darkus caught the shock in its one eye before it fell.

"Who dares to walk through the fire?"

"Who else!"

"Who else!"

The flames flickered and crackled, and Darkus could feel the power reverberating in his body. He could feel that the power had been enriching him since entering the inside. Now, he was extremely powerful, something he had never seen before, and he took on Alsace's classic pose and roared.

The Nurgle war group stopped attacking, and the team began to separate. It may be related to Darkvus's power, or it may be related to something else. A huge sedan appeared and passed through the gap between the groups, carried by hundreds of chained souls. Their mutilated, disease-ridden bodies were tied together with rusty chains and frayed ropes, and they hunched under thick, rough logs.

On the sedan chair, a huge unclean person lay lazily. It was so huge that it seemed as if the entire sky was obscured by its presence. It wore a seemingly solemn, dirty robe, but the robe was already in tatters and covered with traces of dirt and decay. Its rotting flesh spilled out of the rips and jagged rips in the robe, as if it had grown shorter than the robe over time, rather than stronger.

Its loose neck is tightly wrapped with a rusty bronze neck armor. It is thick and clumsy. It has no defensive function and is more like a symbolic restraint. Its breastplate is similarly adorned with rusty ornamental armor, carved with unpleasant patterns, unnatural grains swaying against the swollen moon, and a pockmarked scythe, symbolizing the harvesting of souls. The power of withering.

Thick scaly fingers rested on the heavy hilt of a greatsword, which rested between its bowed legs. The scabbard of the great sword was made of the rough hide of some giant beast, and exuded an aura of corruption. Seven antlers grow from its round skull, stand tall, and meet at the top to form the three-part symbol of Nurgle.

The Great Unclean One's skin was a sickly green, covered with sores and festering wounds. Rotten flesh continued to fall from its body, turning into black sewage and seeping into the ground. Its body emits an unbearable stench, and the entire world is polluted by its presence.

The Nurglings attached themselves affectionately to the Great Unclean One's body, and their little hands kept wandering among the carrion of the Great Unclean One, enjoying some indescribable pleasure. Their laughter can be heard even from a distance, and the laughter is full of mischief and evil, making people shudder.

The most disturbing thing is that there is a broken colored glass monocle placed in the fold of one eye of the Great Unclean One, as if mocking the absurdity and decay of the world. The monocle dangled in its socket, tinkling with every movement. Its other eye was half-open and half-closed, and the whites were covered with bloodshot eyes and pus.

"Are you the famous Darkus? Welcome, welcome. I have wanted to see you for a long time. You sent my brother to death. He is my dearest brother. Of course, I don't think I have a blood relationship with him. , he is too weak,” the Great Unclean One said loudly, and at the same time, it raised its body on the sedan chair, making the enslaved soul below groan in pain. At the end, its yellow eyes with glasses narrowed, revealing a conspiratorial look.

"You are so funny, don't do this." Dacus cast a set of spells, shrugged and said with a smile. His smile was from the heart, he was really amused by the funny appearance of the Great Unclean One in front of him.

"What I heard was... a plea?" The Great Unclean One said with his hands covering his head in coordination with Dacus' words, and then patted his belly and laughed happily, "Too late, my friend, too late. You have completely trapped yourself in the quagmire, and all your free will."

This time, Dacus did not say anything, but spread his hands.

"I neglected, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is the Father of Decay, I am the Lord of the Ulcers Court, and the Hand of Nurgle, I am the designer of your destruction." The Great Unclean One continued to speak, and waited after speaking, as if expecting applause. When it did not receive any response, only silence, it took off its monocle, rubbed it on its tattered robe, put it on again, and leaned forward on the sedan chair.

"?" Dacus was a little surprised. The Hand of the Witch King seemed to be a little embarrassed in front of the Hand of Nurgle. However, before he could think more, the Great Unclean One began to harass him again.

"What do you think? Don't you have anything to say? From the moment you dared to step into this place, I teased you, teased you, and pulled you into my arms."

There was silence, and Dacus still didn't say anything. He thought that the words of the Great Unclean One were a little empty. If you wanted to discourage him, you would have seriously misjudged him. Moreover, he was waiting...

"Don't you have anything to say to me?"

"Yes, of course." Dacus finally spoke, and after saying this, he kept silent again.

"Don't be like this..." The Great Unclean One complained, and its good mood disappeared at this moment.

"I look forward to our next meeting." Dacus said in a low voice.

"What?" The Great Unclean One narrowed his eyes and leaned forward to listen.

"I say, I'm looking forward to our next meeting!"

The Trident of the Sea, which had been in an empty state, exerted its power, and lightning appeared and shot out from the tip of the halberd, so fast that it could not be captured by the naked eye.

The lightning shattered the demon's monocle and pierced the eye behind it, and it let out a deafening scream of pain. It bumped on the sedan and lost its balance. It rolled to the ground, and the souls under the sedan were crushed. Its huge fist slammed down, the ground shook, and crushed several unfortunate carriers to death.

The Nurgle war group tried to stop it, but Daquus's attack was too fierce and too fast.

"You dare? You dare to attack the seventh son of Nurgle?" The Great Unclean One also stood up at this time, a stream of greasy pus flowed from its broken eye, and it grabbed the sword and roared. After that, it swung the blade to draw a murderous arc.

Darkius turned aside and dodged the whistling and inaccurate giant sword. At the same time, the lightning from the trident continued to strike the Great Unclean One, smashing steaming holes in its filthy body.

The greatsword fell suddenly, splitting through the ground and getting stuck in the slippery inner wall. He took this opportunity to jump directly onto the greatsword and quickly attacked the Great Unclean One's arm. Before Vizar could reach the slashing range, he swung Vizar.

The Great Unclean One's only remaining eye widened, and the sword energy cut the flesh on its face, making it scream. It staggered and tried to grab Dacus.

But who is Dacus? He is a large biological killer, and he is experienced in dealing with large targets. Before the Great Unclean One could grab him, he disappeared from the greatsword, jumped to the ground, spun, and swept Vizar to the demon's knees, breaking the spongy bones, and the Great Unclean One who was reaching out to grab lost his balance, and fell to the ground uncontrollably with his limbs spread out.

"No, no, no, the game is not played like this, it's not fair..." The Great Unclean One groaned and tried to turn over.

"This is not a game, this has never been a game."

"Cheating!" The Great Unclean One spit out a foul-smelling liquid, but even its liquid attack did not hurt Dacus at all. Before it touched Dacus' body, it was evaporated by the barrier without a trace.

"No! You cheated! You cheated in some way!" After seeing that the attack failed, the Great Unclean One covered his good eye and tried to twist and escape. While twisting, it was still cursing and groaning.

"It seems that you can't change the way the game is played?"

"No, I was promised to win, father, save me, save your child..." When the light of the arcane cracking shone on the body of the Great Unclean One, its flesh hissed and turned black, and it groaned and wailed.

"I died and came back to life. Whatever cannot destroy me will make me stronger. I am light, I am fire, and I will destroy this place."

As Daxus's words fell lightly, Vizar's energy radiated, and the last scream of the Great Unclean One was interrupted. Vizar's essence smashed the Great Unclean One's skull firmly, and the broken monocle rolled on the ground.

However, the battle was not over. He felt that he seemed to have further angered Nurgle. Before, there was only one big lump squeezing out of the portal, and now there are five...

"Five Corruptions?"

Daxius muttered after slashing the carrier who rushed over, but he soon found something wrong. There was another portal in the blind spot he had observed before, and there was also a lump squeezing in. Six, plus the one he had taken away before, this made up the Holy Number of Nurgle.

"The pressure is a bit high..." He couldn't help but take a breath, but what he breathed in was not cold air, but stench, which made him cough.

At the same time, the battle area quickly expanded, and several portals appeared on the way he came. (End of this chapter)