Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Chapter 353 203. They are all weird things

Amon Jagai despises civilization and order, and takes pleasure in bringing the world into ruin and chaos.It can impose its omnipotent will on hapless mortals, twisting the natural flow of mortal fate, bringing misery and destruction to mortal life.

Even the gods cannot escape this fate. The hero of mankind, Sigma, was trapped in the maelstrom under the manipulation of Amon Jegay. There is nothing more satisfying than seeing the world broken and reborn amidst endless changes. It's something to please.

Amon Jage could see the clues of his destiny as clearly as a mortal could see the road ahead.Its baleful gaze reveals the deepest hopes and fears of anyone caught within it.It can destroy or elevate its followers and enemies alike through seemingly pure whims, for Tzeentch's will is beyond the comprehension of mortals.

For 1000 years, Amon Jagai sat motionless on his throne in the Crystal Labyrinth, fascinatedly studying the antics of mortals, and now it has been awakened from its own state by its master.

At this moment, Amon Jagay is sitting on the top of the pyramid in the upright bird body, leaning on his chin with his left hand, holding a staff in his right hand, and staring at Dacius with his diamond eye. Its owner gave It's two tasks, maybe three?It knows why its master let it come here, and Dacius has aroused its strong interest. It sees the thread of fate emanating from Dacius, but it cannot see the naturalness of Dacius' fate. flow direction.

"It's amazing magic. The rain-avoidance spell really prevents rain, and blood is not at all." Dacius took the handkerchief Geneviève handed over, wiped the hot cow blood on his face, and complained road.

The battle in the grand square has come to an end for the time being. With the death of the orc warlord and the shaman, with the death of the doomsday bull and the team of minotaur, the orcs and the beastmen have all collapsed, and this place has temporarily become the territory of the Druccis. .

"I'm fine." Dacius waved at the Druccis who were running over, and then looked for Flanais.

At this moment, Flanes has stood up. He has recovered a little under the magic treatment of Colonia and Puyle, but he is a little dazed...

"The team needs to be repaired." After seeing that his brother was fine, Maranul talked about the current situation.

Dacius nodded, touched the big guy's head that was squeezed in hard, and he couldn't help laughing when he saw the big guy's eyes asking for credit.

The Cold Lizard started to eat the corpse of the Minotaur, and the big guy did his part to eat the corpse of the doomsday bull, munching on the tough beef.The Duruccis either drank and ate, or wiped and bandaged wounds, or pulled usable crossbow bolts from corpses.

Darkos was not interested in the habit of hanging the bull's head in the bedroom or living room as a trophy. He sat there and watched the big beast eating without thinking about what to do next. Instead, he thought about his past combat skills. If If I remember correctly, he has killed many targets and achieved many achievements in the 13 years since he came to this world.

From the beginning of the trial voyage of Haksier, at the very beginning, he used a harpoon crossbow to kill the mouse blindly, and shot the harpoon into the neck of a white lion guard.After that came the Azul militiamen and Triton, and by the way, there was also the mighty Bretonnian knight. But strictly speaking, the knight was not killed by Dacius alone. He couldn't help laughing when he recalled his embarrassment at that time. stand up.

Afterwards, back to Naggaroth, they were all miscellaneous fish, but there were Kane assassins and Slaanesh followers, and then there was the Keeper of Secrets, and by the way, there was also the notorious Mangil Human Skin, but Mangil Jill was strangled by him before he became notorious.

Drusala, who was dealing with the blood on Dacius' body, looked at the laughing Dacius for some reason.

"It's okay, I thought of the past." After Dacius explained, he told Drusala about the embarrassing incident when he was duel with the knight, and then he looked at the person next to Drusala Heartbreaker said solemnly, "I like you the way you are now. Promise me that unless you have to, don't use that ability, don't get lost in that power."

"Don't worry, dear, don't worry about me, I know what to do." Drusala said after giving Dacus a reassuring smile.

This heart-breaking gun was picked up by Drusala from a dead Slaanesh Chaos Warrior champion during the Battle of Gorond, because at that time he picked it up and used it because he had no weapons other than the staff at that time, and then modified it After a while, it is kept until now. It is usually wrapped up, and it will not be taken out at all. Taking it out means... This is what Dacius doesn’t want to see, just like he doesn’t want to see Alyssa change for the second time. Like a war hydra.

Darkus sighed, and the excitement of killing the doomsday bull alone disappeared. He waved his hand to Maranur, who was walking around and commanding. Maranur, who understood, took something from his waist. The box of chewing tobacco was thrown over.As he was chewing tobacco, he was still thinking about it. He realized that the targets he killed seemed to be all large?Anti-nemesis?Giant killer?
As the Pyramid of Stars in the North Sky trembled again, Dacius' team continued to set off.

After a while, the path ahead was blocked by what looked like a broken wall of spikes.As the team advanced, it was discovered that instead of spikes, they were bones, part of another, larger skeleton, and a huge ribcage looming in the other direction of the procession.The shattered spine leads to a rather human-looking skull that has been shattered by some sort of colossal blow.

It was the skeleton of a giant, the entire road was blocked, and the size of the skeleton was exactly the same as the creature imagined by the team when they saw huge footprints in the forest mud.

"Based on my knowledge of the lizardman temple city, I don't think it is here as part of some ancient ritual." Ren said seriously.

Colonia hopped off the saddle to examine the skeleton for signs of mutation, but saw nothing.

These bones are huge, much larger than normal giants in proportion to their size.Still, no horns or claws were found, and some bones from the legs and arms were missing, but cracked remains could be seen lying nearby.

"What can kill and eat a giant?" asked Geneviève, who had been silent and seldom speaking.

"Another giant!" Maranul responded with a smile, and then drew out his long sword and gestured beside the skeleton.

Compared to this giant creature, the sword in Maranul's hand was really like what his brother had said before, a pin in the hand of a child.Following the template of the skeleton and the giant he had seen before, the image of a man-eating giant terrifying enough to kill his powerful relatives emerged in his mind.

"I hope he's dead." Dacius directed the team to take a detour after finishing speaking.

A moment later, Dacius' team met Ai around the corner.

Huge in stature, incomparably ferocious, the herd of bighorned beasts that showed violence in every gesture seemed to be waiting there specially, forming an unbreakable wall of iron armor and muscles. The horned beasts and inferior horned beasts who followed behind also rushed up in numbers.

First, a round of magic opened the way, and then after a round of hedging, the melee broke out again.

Dacius hacked a big horned beast to death first, and then chopped off the horn of a big horned beast with his backhand. The big horned beast let out a miserable howl. A terrible smell of burning flesh.
-
Count Mordec the "Cursed" is a living warning to those who seek the favor of the dark gods!He does what the dark gods desire, never tires, never forgets, never dies, and is never cursed.

It was whispered that Mordec had died a thousand times, but always returned, ready to fight again.He seems to be the plaything of the dark gods, and it is said that beneath his ornate armor he changes form like the living flesh of Chaos.

The Reaper Ballista kept falling in the battle formation between Chaos and the Orcs, and one of the bolts hit Mordec's armor precisely, but even the bolts made of the latest Kiss steel did not fail. pierces his solid armor, but bounces off in an eerie way.

A moment later, Mordec was knocked down by the powerful impact of the crossbow, but he quickly struggled to his feet.As he reactivates, his armor is miraculously reshaping itself, returning to its original shape.

"Son of Aenarion, I see you, I command you, I demand your presence!"

Mordec resumed his action, rushing through the orc line without hesitation.The shifting sword in his hand let out a squeal of delight as it tore through the orc's body.Soon, he came in front of the Druccis, pointing the sword of change to Celile, who was the leader, he roared loudly.His voice was full of determination, and the Changing Sword shone with an elusive light, which seemed to herald an inevitable decisive battle.

As a child of the disaster family of hell, Celire has received a good education. He understood what the monster in front of him was saying, but he didn't understand... He couldn't figure out what the monster in front of him was trying to express?
"On this day, I finally saw clearly. The world became real to me again, and the voices of the gods guided me to this moment. Time, fate, fate thinned out, and only now was left! Feeling alive for once opportunity," Mordec continued, his voice rusty with idleness but beginning to grow forceful as he spoke. "The gods asked me to kill you, and then they would set me free. But they lied! They always lie, even when there is no purpose."

As Mordec spoke, his voice began to distort, becoming hysterical, becoming angry, bitter and unwilling.

"If I'm not mistaken, you're looking for my nephew, Dacius Hellscourge?" Celile understood, he knew how strange and extraordinary his nephew was, and he knew that his nephew was everything Links and nodes.Although he was arrogant, he hadn't realized that such a monster would come looking for him specifically.

If it is correct, it must be the wrong person?But it doesn't matter, he is Celire, he is Celire Hellscourge!As a child of the disaster family of hell, he has his pride. He will not let this monster go to his nephew unless... unless he steps over his corpse!
Celile slid off Cold One's back, and his wrists kept turning, like acrobatics turning the weapon he had been thinking about but only obtained yesterday.Although the sawtooth sword he used before has been with him for a long time, he can say without hesitation that the sawtooth sword is rubbish compared with the two and a half Clive blades in his hand now. Clive's blade seemed to be tailor-made for him.

"So calm, so confident, so cold!" Celire couldn't help sighing, and then strode towards Mordec.

The demon within Mordec's armor felt a burst of fear bloom as Celire approached.He looked around and realized he wasn't the only one feeling uncomfortable.A shape larger than anyone, both ghostly and more real than the world around it, what lurks within the body of the oncoming elf begins to awaken.

The demon can feel that it is full of determination to fight, it yearns for splintered shields and broken armor, it yearns for battle and a fearless battle cry.

Amidst the elves' footsteps, the demons could hear the steady clatter of spears, the battle cries of warriors, the shrill battle cry, and most importantly, the harsh, fierce sound of blades cutting through the air.

These sounds converge into a powerful and determined rhythm, as if praising the will to fight and the pride of victory.

"I know the fire that burns within me, and that it will burn even when death comes. It is a fire that cannot be extinguished, not even the gods. Only the hand of the doomed Extinguish it once and for all. No one can ignite this flame, and no one can rekindle it. But unfortunately, that person is not you!" At this moment, Mordec also knew that he had admitted the wrong person, and he clenched his fists and struck He continued on his breastplate, "Mordec, the former lord of the Brass Fortress, the former Elector, the son of the forgotten emperor, will sing praises to you in the future world."

"It's an honor!" Saili said solemnly.

This sentence caused a slight commotion among Drucci, who had already realized what was about to happen, they manipulated the Cold One, gave way to an area, and then began to hit the shield with their blood-stained weapons, or Stamping the paving stones with his feet.

A Chosen One of the elven subterranean gods, a damned toyed with and abandoned by the dark gods, stands like a pair of colossi in a frozen frame.

There was tension in the air as neither moved, staring stiffly at each other, locked in a silent battle of wills.Time seemed to pass by every minute, but neither of them twitched their muscles.

Suddenly, Mordek reacted, growling from the depths of his throat, and then pounced forward like a wild dog eager to pounce on food.

The scene suddenly turned violent without warning. The speed and ferocity of the first confrontation were so fast that the naked eye could not detect it, and it was impossible to tell who was the first to attack.

The Changing Sword and Half-Clive clashed with each other, and a burst of sparks burst out.The two fought back and forth, moving so fast that the onlookers' vision of Cladin could hardly capture it.

The constantly jumping half-clive blades left gleaming afterimages, and Mordecco's Changing Sword saw the opportunity to strike.While the half-clive blade in Celire's left hand blocked the blow, the half-clive blade in his right hand launched a devastating counterattack, his double blades waving like praying mantises.

Mordec jumped aside to dodge, then lunged again, thrusting with both hands swinging the sword of change.

Cladin watched as the two were trapped in their own world, where only Mordec and Celire existed, and there was no room for a third person, like twin neutron stars revolving around a common axis.Now any attempt to interfere with the duel between the two would be instantly fatal, and all he could do was marvel at the two men's deadly skill.

Both are masters of martial arts, there is no doubt about it.The difference in weapons and equipment turned the duel into a contest of speed and strength.

Even Selyre couldn't stop the deadly arc drawn by Mordec's changing sword, and Mordec could not match the speed of Selyre's half-clive blade slashing.

The battle was constantly changing, and the two were always on the move, always dodging in irregular patchworks of solid stone.The footsteps and agility of the two alone amazed the audience present, and the scream of the blade piercing the air was even more creepy and chilling.

There was a screeching sound as Mordeck's shifting blade slid across Celire's shoulderplates, eerie smoke billowing from the metal.

So did Celire, his single-piece Cliveblade slamming into Mordec's belly with the deadly speed of a praying mantis.

Mordec fell to the ground and rolled over as Celire strode forward, pulling himself up with an arm around his stomach.He knelt down on one knee, stretched out the sword of transformation towards Celile, and blocked Celile from the outside.

"Pain, I feel great pain, but pain will not kill me, my will is strong, I will not be rejected!" Mordec said in a low voice, then stood up abruptly, the sword of change was on top of his head up spin.When the Changing Sword roared down and split a paving stone in two, Celire had already ducked aside.

"Fight, damn it, fight with me, I don't care about the trifles of fate, what will happen or what would have happened is not my concern. Fight me! Kill me!" Mordec snarled.

"as you wish!"

The battle went back and forth in the clearing, and the eerie shadows cast by the duelists danced around, as if a group of demons were fighting here. Except for the sound of boots rubbing against stones, the sound of rain, and the clatter of blades, everything was eerily quiet.

The two parted again after a particularly intense confrontation, once again frozen in an eternity.

Selilei changed his moves. He squatted down and prepared to jump at any time. The half-kraf blade in his right hand drew an arc above his head like a scorpion thorn, and the half-kraf blade in his right hand pointed at Mo Dirk's heart.He has come to his senses now. Perhaps after being by his nephew and becoming the God of Blade Master in the past few years, his martial arts have improved rapidly, but he does not know the exact amount. Maybe he will return to Krakalund Then try the family's law enforcement champion Kessler?In the eyes of the children of the Calamity of Hell family, Kesley is like a benchmark.And the monster in front of him looks very strong, but in fact... that's all.

Mordec's armor was torn by the half-kraf blade, and there were more than 20 large and small wounds on the armor, but no bright red blood dripped down, and the armor was still fusing, wriggling, and healing.

Knowing that the stalemate couldn't go on, or the monster's armor would return to its original state, Celire rushed forward, trying to give the weak Mordec a fatal blow.However, Mordec's shifting sword hissed faster than an attacking snake.With an unbelievable twist, he hooked the galloping shifting sword with the half-clive blade, his body kicked back, his heels scraping against the paving stones.

But Selire's attack was not over. His knees were slightly bent. While rubbing his left foot, he pulled out his right foot and kicked the ground violently. Then he took a step forward with his left foot and shifted his center of gravity slightly to the left. Then his right foot also Take a step forward to the right and rush toward Mordek.

This action was impossible for Celire before he got that strange ring, but he can do it easily now.

Mordec didn't expect Celire to use such a weird move, he subconsciously adjusted the direction of the Changing Sword to block it, but it was too late.Selley, who was flying in mid-air, slashed the half Clive blade fiercely on the visor of his helmet by jumping and hacking, and he staggered back, but Sellier's attack did not Without ending, another half Clive blade fell on his sword arm.

Seeing that Mordek finally grasped the Sword of Change, Selire did not show mercy, but began to attack continuously. The half-Clive blades rained down like hammers on an anvil. When Mordek The Sword of Transformation sent sparks flying every time it tried to deflect his attack, as if the Sword of Transformation were an anvil.

The current Mordec is a little slower every time he defends, and his huge power is constantly disappearing, and every time he defends, he becomes weak.Eventually the Changing Sword slipped from his limp fingers and fell to the ground with a clatter, the Changing Sword screaming and wailing like a wounded animal.

Celile stepped on the Changing Sword and kicked it aside before Mordec took it back.

Mordec, who had lost his weapon, did not stop fighting, and he fought back with weak fists.But his strike was so feeble that Celire ignored it, and the hooked tip of the half-clive blade gleamed, curved in a perfect parabola, and hit him in the jaw.

Under the attack of Celire's ignited flashlight at full fire, Mordec rushed backwards, as if ejected, and then fell heavily to the ground.He fell down with a groan, and the world seemed to tremble slightly, as if losing focus again like before.The daemon in his armor looked up at the still raining sky, and it didn't see any squinting faces, as if the gods hadn't paid any attention to the battle now.

Mordec was still trying to get up, his armor shaking slightly, as if something inside was seeking escape.But he still didn't get up in the end, and when Celire's shadow fell on him, he looked up.

"I will come back to you and your..." Mordek said weakly, but his tone seemed happy.

"Unless I die!" Selilei said as he jumped towards the fallen Mordec, raising his merciless blade to decapitate him.

Mordec began to laugh, and the eerie sound snaked through the air, causing even the most bloodthirsty warriors to fall silent as it approached.

"Continue to set off! We are going to join other teams at the Pyramid Square!" Selilei looked at the corpses that had disappeared on the ground, first shook his head, and then said to the Druccis he was leading.

Amon Jiegai turned his sight away from Dacius and turned to Mordec who had disappeared. Its metal-decorated beak opened and let out a silent laugh.

"Ah~ that great man is dead again." The chaos warlock Kellman, who was maintaining the energy of chaos, suddenly sensed something, and he turned his head to look at Logor jokingly.

"It's expected, isn't it? It's time to call Magrigo back." Logor, who was concentrating on the affairs in front of him, was silent for a while, and then said seriously, what he and his brother need now is time to be able to The time the portal opened.

　Amon Jage is the Tzeentch of the Chaos Demon 5th edition military book, and was later replaced by Carlos.According to the editor I read on the Internet, it was Amon Jiege who put Sigma into the maelstrom, but Amon Jiege also entered it...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)