Just being a dark elf in Warhammer - Chapter 854

c792 643 Say His Name (No Protagonist)

Nepenola pricked up her ears and listened, walking unsteadily, trying to rise above the noise of her own heartbeat. After walking for a while, she pressed her ear against the wall and listened breathlessly.

However, there was nothing.

She told herself that those sounds were not caused by her thoughts and that she had indeed heard some sounds before. She put her left hand against the wall and gasped. The reason she didn’t put her back against the wall was because she was carrying two slender double knives on her back, and a dagger coated with poison hung on her waist.

Potions, poisons and curses can make vulnerable people extremely painful, but it is nothing to her. She, Nepenora, is the Death Witch, a high-ranking priest of the Cain sect, responsible for guarding Cain’s secrets. .

When there was a gap in Grond’s defense system, she followed Heliben into Grond. It went very well at first. The Yankees who were holding up their shields and trying to resist seemed to her like a group of unarmed children, and the beastmen were a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered. But as they went deeper, things changed.

A band of heavily armored and axe-wielding Khorne warbands rushed out and scattered her.

After a moment of respite, she began to return along the path of her escape. She wanted to join the witch spirits and Heliben. To find her way back, she counted her steps as a defense against the whispers in her ears.

“Come, learn to be joyful, little one. Look at our beauty and realize our place in this world. Look at the strength, beauty and knowledge He has given us. This joy…ah…”

“Come, come to us, have…have love, have to be loved…”

When Nepenola came back to her senses, she had stopped, her hands hanging by her sides, and the tears on her face ruined her eyeshadow. Trembling, she took a deep breath and placed Kane’s image in her heart. Kane’s image was swaying in those temptations, and she herself was trembling in those temptations, but she still held on firmly.

She wiped the tears from her face and reached out to touch the wall again. At this time, the wall gave her an unprecedented sense of security. She took a deep breath and continued to move forward. Laughter echoed in the passage, both front and back at the same time, but she continued to move forward.

“Kane doesn’t love you anymore… He gave up on you just now and didn’t help you.”

Nepenola stopped again, this time pulling out the two knives from her back. She could detect that this time it was a voice, a real voice, rather than thoughts that sneaked into her consciousness.

“How could Kane love a twisted, broken little thing?”

Although the words were full of cruelty, the voice itself was perfect, low and seductive, irresistible, and even everything was so reasonable.

“We can tell you how to make Kane fall in love with you again.”

Another voice appeared, seemingly coming from behind Nepenola. She turned around suddenly and struck with the knife blindly.

“Actually, you already know how to get Kane to change his mind, right?”

The first sound sounded again, and Nepenola turned again, this time thrusting forward. At the moment of the attack, her previous elegance no longer existed. She lost contact with the wall and staggered to the left. She did not stop until she hit the wall.

“You just have to say His name…”

A third voice appeared, and Nepenola felt incredible because this voice appeared above her head. She swung the knife upwards, and this time, like the previous two times, she swung empty, and nothing existed there.

There was another burst of laughter all around, and the laughter echoed back and forth in the passage.

“Say His name, say His name, His name…”

“Kane!”

Nepenora screamed hysterically, holding both knives at the ready as she screamed.

“Slaanesh…” a hissing whisper came from the front.

“Happiness…” came from above.

“Surrender…” came from behind.

“Never!”

Nepenola whispered, entering a fighting state, she stumbled forward and ran forward. The injured, she slowly mastered the rhythm, and her speed gradually increased, and finally she started running. She jumped and easily crossed the pit. As she flew over, she glanced down, but there was nothing there. Wherever those beings are, they are not down there.

She tried her best, she had been hurt before, she had fallen. The moment she landed, she fell to the ground, but instead of lying on the ground, she immediately got up from the ground. However, she could no longer run. The previous series of movements had torn the wounds she had sustained while fighting the war gang. She held on to the wall, panting, and walked slowly, trying to be cautious and focused, so that she could ignore the constant whispers that slipped into her ears and distorted her mind.

Something vaguely moved in front of her. The moment the thing moved, she vaguely caught it. A pair of pale and smooth limbs slid into the corner? A sneer appeared on her lips, and she approached the fork carefully.

Despite her caution, her slow breathing echoed back from the surrounding walls. However, she knew that she was right, because she heard the sound of armor scraping against rocks in front of her.

When she gritted her teeth and slid out, the two new passages stared at her like the eyes of the prince of darkness, waving to her with temptation and judgment, proposing her a choice.

A breeze drifts from the right channel, carrying the promise of heading to the surface: freedom, life. The left passage leads to death, or carnival-like surrender.

She stopped at the fork in the road and breathed slowly, opening her mouth to let the air touch her palate. She could smell… something in the air? A musk, a scent. It was faint but hard to ignore, the breath of thriving life, and she smiled and breathed in the air deeply, she could almost feel the breath from her lungs to her whole body, bringing her an intoxicating tingling feeling.

Laughter came from her mouth, but soon stopped abruptly, and her eyes suddenly widened, revealing a look of fear. She immediately understood the truth, and hurriedly grabbed the blood-stained scarf hanging on her belt with her sword hand. She covered her mouth and nose with force, holding her breath until the scarf was fixed before exhaling air.

“Stupid, stupid.” She knew poisons and anesthetics well, and she was also familiar with the smell, taste and effect of musk, and she cursed herself in a low voice.

“That’s right.”

Hearing the voice, Nepenora jumped back, away from the fork in the passage. The moment she jumped away, a beautiful figure appeared in her sight. Those vivid green eyes, revealing innocent joy, were full of attraction, pulling her closer to this being. The figure had honey-brown skin, and a head of dark curls fell casually and seductively, covering her brows, as if deliberately drawn to lure.

So beautiful, so greedy, so perfect.

“For Cain, close your eyes.”

Nepenora reminded herself in a low voice, closing her eyes and attacking fiercely, slashing towards the position where she last saw the succubus maid, swinging the blade in a wide arc to prevent the monster from moving.

The monster did not move, or did not move far enough.

She knew that this time she hit, and she screamed, and hot liquid splashed on her hands and arms. The sense of honor of this flawless flesh being split by the blade filled her with fighting spirit.

She opened her eyes and saw her opponent clearly. Her attack cut the monster’s abdomen, and the pain made the monster lose its disguise.

The monster revealed its true face, claws, fangs, and an impossibly large mouth, a tuft of unkempt hair that stood up like a mane, eyes that were unnaturally large, black and merciless, and completely crazy. Its skin was wrapped with moving tattoos, twisting and moving in the darkness, trying to attract the elf’s attention and confuse it.

However, Nepenora avoided these strange patterns and only watched with her peripheral vision. When the succubus’s claws attacked her, she quickly swung her knife to block it, stabbing the blade deep into the inside of the monster’s elbow, causing it to spurt blood and let out another sharp howl.

She swung the blade back and swept it towards the unprotected throat of the succubus. But at this moment, a sensory impact came, touch, smell, and an unspeakable sense of self-insignificance, as if the substance of countless failures and defects pressed on her shoulders.

The elf’s attack was thus delayed, and the succubus dodged it. At the same time, its arm with black curved claws swung, grabbing Nepenora’s upper arm, and along the arm, tearing the elf’s cheek, blood dripping.

Nepenora let out an angry and painful roar, with blood, anger and shame. Her mind almost collapsed, unable to withstand the heavy blow to her senses, but her body, which had been trained for decades, did not stop, and the instinct of fighting replaced thinking.

She jumped up, stepped on the succubus’s knee, jumped up hard, and chopped down with all her strength.

The succubus’s arm was cut off at the shoulder and fell to the ground in the passage.

She flipped back to distance herself, staggered when she landed, and almost fell, but she finally supported her body, took a fighting stance, and did not let herself fall.

The succubus screamed, this time it was a pure scream of pain, a scream that did not interfere with or confuse the elf’s senses. As the sound shook the surrounding walls, it turned and fled into the passage, leaving behind a broken arm and dripping dirty blood.

The wounds on her cheeks and shoulders were bleeding like a fountain. Nepenora was like a madman, desperately chasing after him. The pain was no match for her anger and desire for revenge.

The pursuit continued, she followed the traces of dirty blood on the walls and the ground, and her own blood was also leaving traces. The silk scarf she had worn on her face was torn by the claws, and the blood slid down her naked skin, staining her chest red, seemingly endlessly. But she ignored all this, the ecstasy of battle and the joy of victory boiled in her veins, and every drop of lost blood turned into anger and the undercurrent of pleasure for the next battle.

However, her pace gradually slowed down. She knew she was injured, and even if the monster was injured, it was still very fast, and she could not catch up with it. She should rest, recover her strength, and then find a way back to the surface along the occasional fresh air to meet up with the witch spirits.

There was no way she could win. She should run away, save her life, and die in disgrace many years later with a scar on her face.

Nepenora snarled at these foreign, false thoughts and tried to quicken her pace, but she felt like she was running on sand.

The slope of the passage began to rise, and the roar in her ears was far more than just panting and heartbeats. A cold wind hit her face and blew her hair, with a wet and salty smell in the wind. However, it was not only the slope and the wind that slowed her down, but a pressure and pressure that accompanied the slowing of her pace, beating her heart: stop, rest, sit down, and treat the wound.

After a moment, she adjusted her pace, trudging tiredly with her head down, and the succubus maid she was chasing had long disappeared. Should she really stop to rest? Why not? What harm would it do?

The last thought made her suddenly alert. After she sneered, she stopped, closed her eyes, and let the darkness surround her. She tried not to think, letting her body perceive everything around her instead of her fragile and easily manipulated mind and senses.

Thirsty, very thirsty, tired, want to eat, and also need to treat wounds.

She felt physically and mentally exhausted, so exhausted that she wasn’t sure if the thought was her own or if it was a temptation from outside. She recalled the paths she had walked, the chasms she had crossed, the narrow fissures, the forks in the passages and their lurking ambush points.

She wanted to get out of here and find a way out.

“Hi……”

A voice brought Nepenola back to reality from her thoughts.

“You pale and broken existence, go to hell, because you can’t live on. Go to death now and end it all. Pain… torture… no longer good enough, no longer worthy of Kane’s love. Die. Come on, little one. Die now.”

The figure’s perfect face was twisted with sorrow, its hands dropped from the elf’s cheeks, and it whispered.

A choked sob erupted from Nepenola’s chest, the sound of a heart shattering into pieces that could never be repaired. She swayed forward on her knees, her center of gravity shaky. The salt from her tears burned the gashes of her wounds, a clear pain that sent a warning that jolted her awake.

“What?” She looked at the figure again, tried, and said.

The succubus maid screamed at the elf and stabbed at Nepenora with her sharp claws.

The elf parried with his forearms, an instinctive defensive movement that did not require a mind that was pained, bewildered, and pathologically tortured to think. The succubus maid thrust again, but she deflected it again. Slowly coming to consciousness, she struggled to extricate herself from the web of self-loathing and self-doubt.

“No, no, you can’t have me,” she growled.

“Die!” The succubus maid let out a burst of crazy and harsh laughter, piercing Nepenola’s eardrums.

“Death?” Nepenola rushed towards the succubus maid, wrapping her arms tightly around the monster. She roared, biting down on the monster’s throat, tearing off a piece of flesh. The monster’s fluids poured into her mouth and all over her face.

The succubus maid tried to scream, but couldn’t make a sound and tried to struggle…

“You die first!” Nepenola pulled out the dagger and stabbed it into the side of the monster’s neck.

The succubus maid no longer screamed, but only made a vague whimper. Red light burst out from the dagger, spreading rapidly along its blood vessels and arteries, faster than thought.

“Destruction ends destruction, life does not remain by my side, life does not return to where I pass, burn out the blood of Chaos! Praise Kane!”

Nepenola drew out her dagger, let go of the monster’s body, and looked at the monster’s body. She endured the pain of her wounds, her body trembling with adrenaline, fear, and rage, and her heart was filled with the desire for blood and the joy of killing.

“Two more!”

She walked and murmured, knowing that there were two more, two monsters who whispered and sighed in the dark, two whose beauty would never be ruined like hers, whose bodies would never suffer from lack of water, lack of food, or injury. And the disabled enemy. Two enemies whose loyalty to their master is unquestionable.

“Say His Name, Surrender, Say His Name…”

“Kane!”

As she walked, the voices in her head hammered at her as relentlessly as her pulse. When she could bear it no longer, she would whisper a trembling reply, but this would only be met with a sly, disdainful laugh from the other party, her enemy driving her in the darkness, always far away, always out of reach.

“Will Kane make you beautiful?”

“Will Kane give you happiness you never imagined?”

“Say His name.”

Nepenola knelt on the ground, covering her mouth tightly with both hands, and pressing hard on the scabbed wound on her face with her right hand. When the wound burst open, the putrid stench and hot pus seeped into her palm, making her so sick that she almost vomited. She frantically called out the name of the God of Murder in her mind, while her mouth and tongue formed the name of the God of Pleasure.

“Kane can’t help you.”

“Kane doesn’t care about you.”

“Say His name!”

“Say it!”

“Say it!”

Suddenly, Nepenola smelled the musk smell again. She put the injured finger into her mouth and bit down hard, letting the urge to speak turn into a burst of piercing pain. But she still couldn’t resist the strange smell, and the feeling of happiness began to erode her broken will, numbing the pain in her hands, face, shoulders, and ribs.

She held her breath and pulled her fingers out of her mouth. She quietly drew her weapon from its sheath and stood up slowly.

“Surrender.”

“Join us…”

“Dream, love.”

“Breathe and say His name.”

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Nepenola’s lungs burned like fire, but she dared not breathe. She held the handle of the knife tightly with one hand, and covered her mouth tightly with the other hand. The next second, she moved, and she captured the position of the monster. She narrowed her eyes slightly, swung the weapon, and opened the monster’s belly.

The succubus maid failed to even cry out before she realized she was dead, and her charming disguise disappeared in an instant.

Nepenola clearly saw the ugly true form of the monster, as well as the stinky intestines gushing out of its open belly. The observation lasted only half a second before a roar of wind came, and the sharp claws of another succubus maid hit her back and pierced her shoulder blades. The burning pain made her take a breath.

She tried to get out of the monster’s range, but the monster with a longer arm was faster than her. Her boots were pierced, and the monster’s sharp claws scratched her calf. She screamed in pain and fell to the ground.

When her face was about to touch the ground, she felt her body being caught, and the succubus maid hugged her, holding her in her arms like a child.

Nepenora looked at the monster’s face, perfect, cold, and hot, and those eyes made her almost willing to sink.

“Say His name, little one, offer everything you have to the Lord of Pleasure, and I may spare your life.” The succubus maid whispered, stroking Nepenora’s hair.

“I am Cain’s bride!”

Nepenora spoke, and stabbed the dagger at the same time.

The succubus maid slapped her weapon away with a slap, and the dagger tinkled and rolled to the ground. She looked at the dagger, watching it roll to another dead succubus maid, and a terrible sadness swept across its face.

“I’m sorry.” Tears stung Nepenora’s eyes, shame choked her throat. She whispered to the gorgeous creature holding her, and to the maiden she had killed earlier.

“I’m so sorry.” She buried her face in the maiden’s shoulder and sobbed, inhaling the addictive musky scent of the monster’s skin between sobs. Shame welled up in her heart, because she knew she could never be as perfect, loyal, and skilled as this creature.

“Speak His name, who do you love most?” The maiden commanded again in a low voice.

“Kane.”

Nepenora replied pleadingly, and the maiden’s claws gently scratched her uninjured cheek and moved to her throat.

“Kane!”

She knew this was the last time she would speak in her life, so she put all her heart into it.

“No, my little one, not Kane. Who is it? Take a deep breath and tell me, say His name.” The maiden corrected, pressing the claws slightly harder, pressing the unpierced skin.

“I am not worthy, not worthy of you, not worthy of any of them.” The skin of the succubus exuded a fragrance, more intoxicating than musk, and Nepenora buried her face in it and cried.

“You are indeed not worthy, until you say His name, who do you love? Who is the one you love most?”

The name was there, on the tip of Nepenora’s tongue, bubbling like bubbles, warm as blood. Her heart began to approach Him, and her soul longed to confide in Him.

“Lord of Pleasure.”

More tears flowed down her cheeks, and the succubus soothed her like a baby.

“Say His name.”

She could feel the succubus drinking her despair like fine wine, and the monster’s slender body trembled slightly, enjoying her pain. The monster tightened his embrace, cutting off her breath, and the wound on her shoulder burned again like a raging fire.

“Hmm?”

As the succubus continued to taste and inhale, the musky scent of the skin became more and more intense. It hummed softly, and squeezed hard again, causing severe pain, making the elf utter a hoarse and intermittent moan.

The pain intensified, and Nepenora wanted to give up, give up resistance, and surrender to the monster and its orders.

“Say His name.”

“Say His name.”

“You will know all the bliss of the Lord of Pleasure and His followers.”

“Let me go…” Nepenora’s ribs creaked in the embrace of the succubus maid, and she struggled, “Let me go, let me breathe, I will tell you everything you want.”

“Are you lying, little guy?” The succubus maid leaned back a little and looked directly at Nepenora’s face.

Nepenora shook her head and said nothing.

“Pleasure and power, immortality and beauty await you, and all pain will turn into pleasure. All you need to do is betray Cain and dedicate yourself to Him. Offer your heart to the Dark Prince and say His name.”

“I will, I will.”

Nepenora whispered in a low voice. Now she was broken and scarred, and just wanted everything to end. She was too tired…

The succubus maid hugged Nepenora to her chest, pulled the weapon off the elf’s back, and threw it into the darkness. It flew far beyond the elf’s reach, and disappeared into the dark depths of the passage with a crisp crash. It placed the elf on the ground.

“Say His name.”

At this moment, the succubus maid’s face was distorted by excitement, but still beautiful and flawless. In comparison, Nepenora felt like a worm.

Everything about the succubus maid was exactly what she expected from her belief in Cain but never had.

The succubus maid was everything, and Slaanesh made it everything.

The succubus maid was the perfect embodiment of the Dark Prince’s will.

Nepenora had to surrender, to speak the name, and she would have everything.

Her legs gave way, and she fell to her knees on the stone ground, as if in worship. Perhaps it was worship, but her fingers scratched the ground, searching for something, until she found it, her eyes fixed on the maiden.

“Speak His name, speak His name. Fall, rebirth, love and be loved. Speak it, speak it!”

The maiden tilted her head, as agile as a bird, her graceful, slender hands raised in front of her.

The name pulsed in Nepenora’s blood, echoing in her heart, in her mind, flowing over her skin like the touch of a lover. The name ate away at her last remnants of will, devouring her faith in Khaine, her god, her Lord.

Slaanesh.

Slaanesh.

Slaanesh.

Nepenora’s faith hung on a thread, a fragile thread woven from habit, potion, loyalty, and decades of devout worship. Her body trembled slightly, and her feet, as if pulled by an invisible force, stepped mechanically, and began the ritual sword dance.

The succubus chanted in a low voice, her voice like a thread soaked in venom, entwining every inch of the air, exuding an irresistible temptation.

This power surged towards Nepenora like a tide, pulling the last thread of faith bit by bit until it broke. A name surged in her stomach, an ancient and dangerous power surged in her body, rushing to her chest, as if a blazing flame ignited her heart. It was a sweet and burning feeling, making her suddenly realize that she actually liked this pain, and even wanted more.

This power rushed to her throat, and the last remnants of faith began to collapse…

Nepenora opened her mouth, ready to speak, and that sound would be a betrayal of faith and a surrender to temptation.

Sensing victory was imminent, the succubus maid screamed out an excited laugh that echoed in the empty passage.

However, at that moment, an indescribable determination ignited in Nepenora’s eyes. She roared, stretched out her hand to grab her tongue, and cut it off with a dagger without hesitation. Blood gushed out of her mouth like a fountain, and the strong smell of rust filled her entire mouth. The tearing pain rushed from her throat to her brain and exploded. Her face was distorted by the pain, but it revealed a cruel firmness.

The succubus maid was stunned at first, and then she laughed shrilly, ecstatic about the painful scene in front of her, intoxicated by Nepenora’s violent struggle, and trembling with the bliss in it. The enchanting light suddenly dissipated at this moment, her flawless appearance was instantly distorted, her skin became gray and rough, and her hands turned into monster claws covered with sharp claws.

Nepenora used all her strength to throw the cut tongue at the succubus maid, and then pounced on her like a beast. She hit the succubus maid’s chest with all her strength, pressed her whole body on it, and quickly stabbed the monster’s shoulder with the dagger, pulled it out, and stabbed it into the chest and neck again. Every stab was filled with rage and despair, with redemption for herself and a curse on the monster.

The succubus maid screamed in pain, and her claws tore Nepenora’s back frantically, tearing the scabbard, straps and flesh together, and even cutting the muscles. Blood splashed out, but Nepenora did not retreat. Instead, she suppressed it with all her strength, as if she was riding on a madly struggling warhorse. Every stab of the dagger was filled with unyielding will.

Blood flowed from the succubus maid’s body and Nepenora’s chest, gradually interweaving the two into a bloody mess.

The succubus fell backwards and struggled to shake off the elf, but Nepenora was like a maggot attached to her bones, holding it down tightly, and stabbing with the dagger again and again, with a determination to destroy everything.

When the monster’s screams gradually weakened, and finally stopped completely, and its body stopped twitching, Nepenora still did not stop. The dagger stabbed again and again until it could no longer pierce anything that was still alive. In the pool of blood, her movements gradually slowed down, with a kind of mechanical stubbornness.

The magic light dissipated, and the charming whispers fell silent. Only the sweet smell of blood and her low sobs remained in the air.

Tears and blood slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the cracked dagger. Her body was scarred, with more than a dozen wounds, and the blood and saliva that flowed from her mouth mixed and fell on the broken ground. She trembled, like an abandoned body, and finally collapsed on the destroyed monster. Her chest rose and fell violently, as if she was trying to squeeze out the last bit of strength. Her eyes were blurred by pain and fatigue, but they still burned with a tenacious light.

“Kane.”

She called silently in her heart. Her mouth could no longer make a sound, but her will had not been extinguished.

“Nepenora?”

Time seemed to stand still in the darkness. It was unknown how long it had been. With a hazy call, Nepenora, who was lying on the ground and dying, opened her bloodshot eyes.

In the darkness in the distance, a vague figure appeared, and then the shadow began to distort. The figure shuttled back and forth at an unsettling speed, as if it had merged with the darkness. The next second, the figure suddenly appeared in front of her like a dark blade.

It was a figure wearing a dark cloak, with the hood hanging down, covering half of the face. The cloak hung down, covering most of the body, only the right hand was exposed, holding a half-meter long, peculiarly shaped weapon. This weapon is shaped like a machete, but with some ominous curves. The blade glows coldly, like an abyss that swallows light. It does not exist in this world, but in another dimension.

Nepenora has never seen such a weapon, but her fighting instinct tells her that this figure, which is so close, is suffocatingly dangerous.

“Nepenora?”

The figure stood for a moment, then slowly squatted down, and the low voice sounded again, looking directly at the dying death witch. There was a hint of hesitation and exploration in his voice, as if he was confirming, and as if he was sighing.

“Nice to meet you. Let me introduce myself. My name is Ryan, Ryan Takia. Why are you here? I wasted a lot of time to find you. I really want to know what happened, but… I still have a mission, and you, it seems that you can’t speak? So…”

The figure took a step back and introduced himself. After the introduction, the terrible weapon moved, and the flashing blade cut through the dimension and cut through the darkness.

“Goodbye, Nepenora the Tongueless.” (End of this chapter)