Just being a dark elf in Warhammer - Chapter 853

c791 642 Shaxu

“It feels like that.”

Although Dacus has been an elf for decades, some habits are deeply imprinted in his mind, such as… watching the fun.

However, he didn’t go over to see it. The firing position of the distortion cannon was separated, like an independent artillery position, isolated from the surrounding battlefield.

In his opinion, this is correct, because he feels that this thing is really unreliable. He doesn’t trust this thing. No matter from which aspect, this thing exudes an unreliable atmosphere.

As a branch of the elves, the distortion cannon produced by Duruqi will definitely not be as crudely made as those of the Skaven. The distortion cannon has a unique shape, smooth where it should be smooth, sharp where it should be sharp, and the lines are clear like a work of art.

It is called a distortion cannon, but from the appearance, Dacus feels that the shape of the cannon is more like the prism cannon on the flame crystal anti-gravity tank next door, like a gorgeous thick spear.

The overall tone is black, and the surface is decorated with the unique complex patterns of Druki. Every moment is a combination of elegance and murderous intent, like a sleeping beast, ready to wake up at any time.

The front end of the cannon is composed of a crystal prism that looks like a spear and a water drop. It is crystal clear and has a sharp cold light.

The middle area is a concentrated embodiment of craftsmanship. Five large long crystals and five short crystals are installed. These crystals are arranged in a precise geometric way to form a core area for observation and energy concentration. The surface of the crystal is faintly flickering with flowing magic light, which keeps flowing.

The rear end is the most unique feature of the distortion cannon. Five vertical and square arcane balls are enclosed in a heavy isolation box. Unlike the exposed lightning cannon of the Skaven, Druki’s design emphasizes control and isolation. The sphere is tightly sealed, which is safer.

The rest is a device for fixing and transferring the distortion cannon.

The design of the isolation box is exactly the same as the isolation magic weapon controlled by the female sorcerers of the assault ship, reflecting the elves’ consistent pursuit of details. But it is also extremely troublesome to replace, more troublesome than reloading the original revolver. Fortunately, the distortion cannon does not need to be reloaded repeatedly like conventional artillery. Before the battle occurs, just install the corresponding arcane ball according to the mission requirements.

Unlike some games, its units are composed of fixed models and data.

The world where Dacus is located is composed of reality. For the high magic race, it is very simple to destroy the lightning cannon of the ratman. Just activate the dimensional stone at the rear end of the cannon. After all, there is no model and value in the world composed of reality. Similarly, anyone can use the dimensional stone, the ratman can use it, and other races can use it.

It explodes…

The operation of the distortion cannon seems extremely simple? At least in Dacus’s opinion, it is like having hands, just like the skin lizard priests put their hands on the solar engine.

But in fact, it is still a bit technical.

The arcane spheres connected at the rear end were activated by the sorceress, and the spheres began to flash a dark purple glow. The cannon also began to glow, just like a special effect light, first lighting up from the rear end, transitioning to the middle, and all the way to the front end.

The activated energy quickly rushed to the observation and concentration room in the middle, like a rushing river of magic. The lines on the cannon became more and more obvious, and a slight humming sound began to appear in the air, with a hint of danger.

The sorceress stared at the concentration room intently. When the energy stabilized, she nodded slightly and then pressed her hand on the control sigil. The energy in the concentration room entered the acceleration stage, and the violent energy was compressed to an unimaginable degree, and quickly rushed to the crystal prism at the front end.

After the crystal prism captured the energy, it began to emit a dazzling dark purple light. The two words dark purple and dazzling are difficult to connect together, just like colorful black, but the distortion cannon did it. It is not responsible for enhancing the power of energy. The energy discharged from the concentration chamber is fixed. It is only responsible for gathering and collecting energy, and adjusting the direction of the ray to make it more accurate. It can be shot directly, like a pulsed laser, or laser scattered.

Every second, the flow of energy seems to be accurate, and the light emitted seems to foreshadow the coming destruction.

Then, fire!

There is no deafening roar like the firing of artillery. In an environment where everything is so quiet, the front end of the distortion cannon suddenly flashes a dazzling purple-black beam, and the concentrated energy is released.

The beam is like a magic blade that splits the sky, and it instantly hits the target along the trajectory calibrated by the prism. The air along the way is distorted by the violent fluctuations of energy, and even a brief vacuum zone is produced.

The magic defense outside Gorond was penetrated, and the explosion of Shashu’s energy was like a ruthless natural disaster, tearing the forest to its essence. The towering trees turned into ashes like pieces of paper under the impact of energy. The once lush treetops were directly evaporated, and the vines and shrubs below turned into nothingness.

Everything was so silent, like an unintentional touch, but it left irreversible marks between every inch of bricks and stones.

The first crack appeared silently in the corner of the city wall. At first, it was just an invisible mark, like a slight sigh of time engraved on the stone. However, the crack spread at an alarming speed, as if something was pulling an invisible line in the invisible world. The stone began to age, and mottled textures appeared on the surface, and then gradually turned into powder, turning into dust and dissipating with the wind.

The wall was shaking, but it was not an ordinary vibration, but a more primitive and profound disintegration. It was as solid as a rock just now, but at this moment, the sound of disintegration appeared. This sound was not like collapse, but more like a sigh, a sigh of natural withering after countless years.

The wind of Shaxu continued to blow, as gentle as a breeze, but as cold as death itself. It carries an inescapable law without a trace of mercy. Every stone began to fall apart, turning into nothingness from the inside to the outside. Those walls that were originally so strong that they seemed to be able to compete with eternity were now like fragile sand castles, instantly washed away by the waves of time.

In silence, the wall hit by the twisted cannon collapsed, and a huge gap appeared in the outermost wall of Gorond. The remaining wall looked abrupt and funny, like a row of teeth with a missing front tooth.

The whole process was incredibly fast, but with an indescribable sense of slowness, as if time was stretched and compressed at this moment. The huge rocks fell, but there was no expected roar, because when they touched the ground, they had already turned into a pile of dust.

The Yankees who were standing on the city wall and watching the show with laughter disappeared along with the city wall. There was no change in expression, no desperate wail before death, nothing. The moment the beam hit the city wall, they disappeared, as if they had never existed.

This scene was like a duel. Two duelists were dueling with dueling swords, and the two sides were going back and forth, which was very lively. Until one of the duelists suddenly took out a musket from his cloak and pointed it at the other party…

The times have not changed, it is still the same. The real killer move is not the dueling sword, nor the gorgeous flame, but the invisible, silent, but inescapable power of the end.

Annasara’s blazing flames are just a confusing smokescreen, dazzling and short-lived, like a carefully arranged performance. What really destroyed the walls and disintegrated life was not the heat of the flames, but the silent pace of time, and the wind of Shaxu is the most profound interpretation of the essence of time.

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The power of Shaxu comes from the past, because the past has become a foregone conclusion, cannot be changed, and is destined to disappear forever; it passes through the present, because death and the end are the core essence of life at every moment; it points to the future, because the future cannot escape the fate of ending. The wind of Shaxu is not a simple force, but a cold and eternal rule. It is like time itself, ignoring all resistance, eroding, corrupting, and destroying everything. Whether it is flesh and blood or hard stone, it cannot escape its control.

The walls of Gorond were originally built of hard stones, which seemed to be eternal and immortal. However, stone also has its limits. In the face of time, it is just dust that can be destroyed at will. The powerful Shaxu energy condenses the pace of time into an instant, and compresses the process of weathering and erosion for countless years into a moment.

Part of the wall collapsed in an instant, as if it had never existed. The remaining structure seemed to remind the elves that no matter how great the architecture, achievements, or short life, they cannot escape the end of time.

Shashu is not only a symbol of destruction, but also a part of cycle and order. The end is not sadness, but a necessity. It runs through the past, present and future, interweaving life and death. Blowing from the past to the future, the coldness and eternity in this wind reveal the most fundamental truth of time.

It is indifferent, but real; it destroys, but pure; it is silent, but carries the deepest philosophy.

This made Daquus sigh: Death is the destination of all things, and time, silent and irresistible, is the only enemy that cannot be defeated.

For this reason, Anasara and Malekith named this terrible weapon “Twisted Cannon”, showing the extreme purity and coldness. This is the understanding of Shashu by the Duruchi spellcaster, instead of using Shashu like using necromancy.

Of course, there are very few strong people who can control the profound power of Shashu. They can solidify the future in the present and freeze the torrent of time; or pull the past back to the present and reproduce the past moment. This control of Shashu is not only a challenge to time, but also a rebellion against the rules of ending.

However, no matter how it is twisted, Shashu will eventually return to the same ending: end and nothingness.

When time quietly slipped past four o’clock in the afternoon, the lead-gray sunlight covering Naggaroth gradually receded. The sky became dark, a cold blue light climbed up the horizon, and the outline of the double moon gradually became clear.

The octagonal wall of Gorond has lost two corners, and Duruchi’s army began to move.

The second round of chaotic battle started. (End of this chapter)