Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 288 138. Are you here to make achievements?
Dacius jumped to the other side after finishing speaking with a ferocious expression and a sharp voice. He stretched out his right hand and held it in a claw shape. While guarding against the black shadow, he held it towards his throat. What he was performing was a maelstrom Before the establishment, the scene where Aenarion faced the four gods of chaos and sat down the big demon alone.He already knew this history, and basically all the three elites in this world knew it. This glorious history has been passed down by word of mouth, and records, dramas, and picture books on Azul's side are endless.

After all, Aenarion is Aenarion, not his descendants of three lines. Aenarion is the first Phoenix King. No matter what he is, Aenarion is an eternal hero in the hearts of all elves.

Dacius suddenly lost interest in acting, because the black shadow looked at him like a fool, which made him very embarrassed, and made him unable to continue his lame and clumsy acting skills. The behavior of the black shadow also confirmed his guess from the side. The black shadow in front of him was not Carlos himself, let alone Tzeentch himself, but indeed an echo of Carlos.

"Are you at this level when you came out of the Well of Eternity?"

Dacus was sure that if Carlos was in front of him, he would not die, at most he would suffer some torture, be trapped here, or have his memory read.Carlos wouldn't kill him, a smart guy would try to excite Tzeentch.As a god who is not Tzeentch's God's Chosen, who is going to make fun for Tzeentch after he dies?Bring endless changes?Besides, he didn't believe that Carlos was really himself in front of him, and he didn't believe that Carlos's self-cultivation would be so good, and his methods would be so stupid and clumsy.

Among the Chaos Demons under Tzeentch, only Carlos Fateweaver has this method. He is the most peculiar among the Chaos Demons under Tzeentch. He is known as Tzeentch's Master Attendant, Guardian of Fate, and mockers and more.

There is a place of great knowledge in Tzeentch's Chaos Realm, and that is that even Tzeentch dared not enter the Well of Eternity.

Although Tzeentch himself is a powerful being, it is still uncertain whether he can survive entering the black water emitting strong light.

However, the Well of Eternity has always lingered in Tzeentch's mind. This is the only thing that makes him helpless or win. Every challenge is often accompanied by pain and tension.Although he himself was not ready to risk himself, he was cunning and used his servants as his way-finding stones.

In order to find out, Tzeentch adopted a rather deceitful method. He threw his Chaos Demons into the bottom of the well. The first eight disappeared into the Well of Eternity, and only Carlos, who was the ninth, Crawled out of the well, but the problem is that the Lord of Changes under his seat is fundamentally different from other evil gods and the Chaos Demon. These Lords of Changes or scribes are more like his clones split from the book , unlike other evil gods, each Chaos Demon is an independent individual. (This paragraph is doubtful)

Since then, Carlos has been able to see secrets that even his master failed to discover, and the head on his left can see the future.No conspiracy can escape his blindness, and with a panoramic view of the infinite changes in the future, the head on his right can look into the past with objectivity.Similarly, of his two heads, one will tell the so-called truth, and the other will tell the so-called lie.

The past and the future rushed into Carlos's shriveled and twisted body when he crossed the well. Having this kind of foresight also requires paying a heavy price. As a price, in reality, he is blind in both eyes. Blind in four eyes, he cannot perceive the passage of time, but only perceives that events are about to happen or have ended at a certain moment.

Past, present, and future, Carlos sat on Tzeentch's right hand, stirring the dark well, whispering to his master secrets that only he could see.

Nine times, the Lord of Change under the seat of Tzeentch used the feathers on his wings as a pen and "Tzeentch's blood" as ink to copy what Carlos saw and heard.Each Lord of Change dubiously guards the secrets he hears, like a powerful tool capable of discerning the intrigues of the courtyard.

Therefore Tzeentch paid no heed to the intrigues of his favorites, for he knew all about them, and every secret transcribed by the Lords of Change was absorbed by him and furthered his understanding of eternity.

In reality, Carlos' blindness makes him vulnerable to physical attacks, but he is nonetheless able to use his ability to move one step ahead of his opponents, distinguishing the actions of various attackers by watching the flow of time.And his talent in magic is endless, he knows all the spells in existence, all kinds of runes, symbols and secret words with mysterious energy, this ability makes him the most appreciated angel of evil gods.

Sometimes Carlos is sent by his master to carry out the most terrible tasks, such as recovering a magic artifact, crushing an army, or other nefarious plans of his master.

During the Great Invasion, Carlos played a role similar to that of a vanguard. In the period when the wind of magic was abundant, he first moved to the Lustria Continent, breaking through the City of Echoes, and the history of Zahuitak there. The absolute defense of the Slann Priests, but those Slann Priests are no strangers. He didn't break through it as soon as he went there, but only discovered the weakness of the Slann Priests' magic through centuries of observation.After that, he broke through the city of rebirth one after another, Huta, the city of the sky, Talanxla, the city of destiny, Ashoto, and when he was going to deal with Kuiza, the servants of Nurgle went first. One step occupied there.

After that, Carlos died under Aenarion's sword of Kane, and the Maelstrom was established, but he still found a chance to appear in the mortal world.

Conspiracies and trajectories are accompanied by suspicion and uncertainty. What is Daxus thinking about at this moment, maybe what is in front of him is Carlos himself?
Maybe Carlos did it on purpose?He can't be too dazzling, after all, he knows that his master doesn't like him, his master also knows that he knows that he doesn't like him, and he also knows that his master doesn't like him even more. He knows that his master doesn't like him.

Just when Dacius' CPU was about to be overloaded and started to smoke, Sombra's voice pulled him back.

"All this, and more. Go out and meet your destiny." The black shadow stared at Dacius silently, pointed at Dacius after a long time, and then pointed to a person on the top of the stairs. Open your mouth.

"Okay, no problem, you have the final say, anyway, you are the director now, and as an actor, I just need to cooperate with you to finish this boring and unknowingly so-called third-rate drama." Dacius looked in the direction pointed by the shadow After walking over, he shrugged and said, there is no way to be so stiff anyway, it doesn’t matter whether it’s the echo or the deity, he made the villain’s declaration while walking, and he began to mock, “This is also part of the plan? Is Bo a big win or a small win? Or won't you win? Your deafness can't change the flow of the river of time, and there are many plots in the story, and they won't always follow your wishes." He said I lost interest again, maybe it was really just an echo?He went on to say, "Forget it, it's not difficult for you, you are more like a rigid program, with a mindless echo, but you remember if I meet you..."

When Dacius was about to go up the stairs and enter the darkness halfway through, he thought about what was wrong, why did he have to go when he was told?He walked back and maybe it was part of the plan whether he went in or back?

"Wait..." Dacius reached out his hand to signal when he came back, and then he pointed to the Midnight Armor and continued, "I want to meet the so-called fate, and I want to accept this supreme glory."

Anyway, it’s all here. In reality, Dacius wouldn’t wear the vicious and painful Midnight Armor if he was killed, but this is an illusion. It would be a pity not to experience it, although he didn’t bite!The system is powerfully blessed, and there is no achievement system, but achievements should be done if necessary.

"I'm ready." As Dacius' voice fell, the Duruccis in the scene ignored the shadow and began to move again.

Nasser appeared with his servants, and they took out the midnight armor in order, each of them holding a piece of blackened metal, bent and inlaid with runes.Some are recognizable: breastplates, armplates, neckplates, gauntlets.Others looked completely foreign, oddly shaped, trailing black metal pieces or holding hinges at awkward angles.

Nasser prayed to Val, then took a piece of armor and placed it in front of Dacius, showing the armor to Dacius who was watching attentively.

"It will burn! My master!" Nasser said gravely.

"Then let me burn!" Dacius's answer was a sharp, crazy laugh. He has a certain talent to be an actor. Although his acting skills are poor, he can enter the scene in a second.

A servant came up with a smoking rivet in pliers, and Nasser and his servant crouched down, pressing the hot metal to Daxus' skin with hissing steam.

Soon, Dacius regretted his impulsive decision.

"Now!" Nasser said.

As soon as the words fell, the servant pushed the rivet into the fixed position.

Nasser chanted a mantra in a low voice, tapped Vaal's Hammer lightly, and fixed the heat rivet through the pre-prepared hole on Dacius' bone.

Dacius roared in pain, his body shaking violently.He wished he could close his eyes, but he couldn't control his nerves, the heart-piercing pain swept through his body, his nerves and his soul, and soon he was pulled back into the illusion, his body Burned by flames.

The nobleman Drucci lying dead on the ground was moved over by Dacius' servants, who were busy around him, using a brush made of hair to smear the victim's blood on the carved runes on the armor , every bend and line is meticulously delineated.His calf and ankle were wrapped in smoky black iron, and he lifted his foot involuntarily, and he could feel the rivets being hammered into his heel and toe.

It felt like the horse's hooves being hammered into the hoofs.

The sorceresses in the room, headed by Drusala, began to chant, and their voices echoed and superimposed with the knocking sound of the midnight armor installation, forming an irregular and harmonious rhythm.

More rivets were driven into the skin of Dacius's slender thighs, and chain links were nailed to the sides of the knees.He donned the Midnight Armor from foot to neck as he regained a clear sense of what was happening from the endless agony.Every part of him was shaking, and he could feel a wave of energy dissipating from him.

Ren came over and knelt in front of Dacius, holding the tray high with both hands to present the wine glass on it.

Dacius endured the pain and took the cup, then stopped.Instead of drinking from the glass, he held the glass to check his knuckles, and found that each moved perfectly.

Dacius threw down the wine glass after drinking the liquid in one gulp, and the mask locked on his face immediately.His breath rumbled through the vents of his mask, steam rising before his eyes.His extremities were hot, and the air around him took on a crimson sheen.

At this moment, Dacius suddenly no longer felt the pain, but instead had a surging feeling of power surging through his body, but soon that surging feeling faded like a tide, and the pain hit again like a raging tide.

"It's really painful!" Even though Dacius was in the illusion, the pain transmitted from the body to the soul and nerves still made him a little unbearable.But learning to taste the pain is also a compulsory course for Drucci. He can't do it in reality, and he has no chance. It is also possible to experience it in the illusion. to make better choices.

As he came to this world for longer and longer, Dacius felt that he was becoming more and more abstract and more and more assimilated, but no matter how he was assimilated, he was still not.

"A person is a product of the environment? Who knows." Although Dacius said so, he knew that in some cases, experiencing pain and suffering may lead to growth and insight, but not everyone has to go through it. Such an experience is what leads to success or hope.Everyone's journey is unique, with different ways and paths to achieve goals and pursue what you want.

At least Dacius couldn't do it. He found that he couldn't control the midnight armor, or that the pain and torture he tasted were all external and right body, and this pain was transmitted to his heart and soul.Rather than the kind that comes from the heart, the pain and suffering are transmitted through the heart and soul, and transmitted to the right body.

There is an essential difference and difference between the two.

Although Dacius is called Drucci, he is not Drucci after all.

After Dacius finished putting on his midnight armor, the shadow turned around and pointed to another narrow staircase that curved along the wall.

Although Dacius didn't look in the direction pointed by the black shadow, he still knew that the black shadow pointed to another road this time, which was completely different from the road before he put on the midnight armor.His body was supported by the midnight armor, and he walked to the steps with difficulty. He was vaguely aware that when he walked by, his supporters were kneeling on the ground, and their mouths seemed to be shouting words that he could no longer hear. , as if they expected him to accept their allegiance, assuring him of his power and glory, and all that he longed for.

The question is what is Dacius' desire?
Dacius ignored the Druccis in these phantasms, he was still walking hard, he even wanted to take a spacewalk in bitterness, releasing scorching steam and flames like Malekith, making midnight The soles of the armor rubbed against the stone bricks and made harsh and unpleasant sounds. Unfortunately, he couldn't do this. He couldn't feel anything outside. He lost his sense of hearing and taste. He felt that he was surrounded by scorching flames. , Pain and torment followed him like a wave.

Inside the door was a deep darkness, attacking Dacius like a pure fear turning into a sharp knife.

"Goodbye."

　Carlos seemed to have only one head when he was hacked to death by Aenarion.

　　But these are minor issues, there may be another chapter at [-] o'clock in the middle of the night.

　　I did the math, and there are already 8 words from the beginning of the abstract dream, and this day has not passed yet. . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)