Just being a dark elf in Warhammer - Chapter 860
Habul’s movements froze at that moment, his arms were frozen in mid-air, and the mutated limbs slowly returned to their original shape, like broken limbs that had lost all strength. On his chest, a deep sword mark penetrated his heart, and blood spurted out from the crack, like a blood fountain, dyeing the surrounding land crimson.
His body was shaking violently, and his eyes were filled with incredible light. This was not the first time that he was on the verge of death, but this time, what he felt was not just physical exhaustion, but a complete end.
“Trash, trash, bugs!”
Zakhan’s voice suddenly exploded, sweeping through Habul’s consciousness like a violent storm.
This voice was not like a whisper or a roar, but a power that penetrated the soul and directly invaded the depths of Habul’s last consciousness. He tried to respond, to yell, to fight back, but nothing could be done. His limbs began to spasm, and a burning pain shot through his body. Every inch of skin and flesh was being torn and reshaped by some unknown force.
What followed was a terrifying force surging out of his body. This power was not his own and could not be controlled by him. The power impacted his consciousness wantonly and defeated his remaining will. He could feel that the power swam like a poisonous snake, easily destroying the barrier built by his heart and soul, and the evil essence filled his body like a torrent.
This was not the result of Habul’s will, but Zarkhan’s intention. Pure chaos will, with endless malice and destruction.
“Are you feeling sad, bug?”
Zarkhan’s voice was full of mockery and cruelty, drawing strength from Habr’s rapidly collapsing soul like a drinker swallowing every last drop of wine.
Habr’s body suddenly trembled violently at this moment, and then disintegrated into a thick black mist. Flesh, flesh, bones and even souls were swallowed up by this evil force.
When the thick fog gradually condensed, a completely different existence appeared.
Zhakan comes to this world again.
Its shape is like the embodiment of a nightmare, which cannot be described clearly in mortal language. It has a tall body, exuding an aura of chaos that is difficult to look directly at. Its skin is like the flowing night sky, covered with twisted runes and flickering light spots. Each rune tells a dark and crazy story. story.
A pair of huge sharp horns extend from its head, curved like a spiral, and the ends are as sharp as blades. Its face is full of evil sneers, ferocious and terrifying, and its six eyes emit a strange purple light, which can look directly into the depths of the soul and reveal all the secrets.
“I want to thank you, Habr.”
Zakhan said with a sneer, his voice low and shocking, like a mixture of thousands of whispers, making people shudder, “Your soul acts as a bridge, allowing me to come again to this land that longs for chaos.”
“Mercy? Are you actually begging for mercy?”
It raised a sharp claw and slowly clenched it, as if it wanted to grind everything in the air into powder. Meanwhile, Habr’s soul struggled within its body, weak and powerless.
“Shut up, mortal! You have completed your mission. Next, only nothingness remains.”
It growled, its voice full of coldness and disdain. Its essence, like an endless abyss, began to encroach on the last remnants of Habr’s soul. Its evil power is like a torrent, completely crushing the souls of the Norscan barbarians and turning them into nothingness.
Habul’s last cry disappeared in Zakhan’s sneer, leaving not even a trace.
The elves present were shocked by Zakhan’s terrifying arrival.
Even Tolandil, an elf warrior who had gone deep into the Chaos Demon Realm and witnessed countless terrifying existences, was stunned at this moment. His eyes were fixed on the demon in front of him, his face was as pale as if it had lost all color, and the hand holding the bow trembled slightly. He once thought that the horror he had experienced was enough to temper his will, but the arrival of Zhakan was far beyond his knowledge. It was not only a threat to the body, but also a direct impact on the soul.
Elsharion was standing closest to Zarkhan. He felt the pressure of the demon that seemed to swallow everything, and his body involuntarily took a few steps back. Although his legs could still support him, the fear in his heart surged like a tide. Zhakan’s gaze swept across him, his six burning eyes full of mockery and contempt. At this moment, he seemed to see his destiny coming to an end, being swallowed by darkness and becoming a part of the abyss of chaos.
“A little elf prince as an appetizer, and then a feast for an army?” Zakhan’s voice was like two millstones grinding bones, harsh and low, “Or should I keep you as dessert and let you witness you with your own eyes?” Wouldn’t it be better if all the people in the tribe were devoured?”
The demon’s voice was like a spell, making Eltharion’s heart tighten suddenly, and he could feel the shadow of death hanging over him.
The next moment, Zhakan paused, and the ridicule stopped abruptly. The burning eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, and after noticing something, they focused their gaze on Elsharion again.
“What’s going on? Your soul… is unusual. There is a mist-like power surrounding you… a pure life force that makes me sick. Why… does this power make me feel chilly?” Its tone changed. Be low-key and alert.
“What’s wrong, demon? Your appetite is gone?”
Issarion didn’t know that he was protected at the critical moment. But this didn’t prevent him from having an illusion. He seemed to feel doubt and hesitation in the demon’s eyes? The fear in his heart was suppressed a little. He took a deep breath. Thanks to the temptation of Rofix last night, he broke free from the fear. He straightened his body, looked directly at Zakan, and asked.
“I will dedicate your soul to my Lord!”
Zakan roared, knowing that his plan had failed. At the most critical moment, the elf he was about to possess was protected. That power was not something he could resist or conquer. He roared in anger, and then pounced on Issarion at an incredible speed.
The huge claws tore the ground, and the soil and stones splashed, but Issarion dodged nimbly. His fang sword flashed a cold light, pointing directly at Zakhan’s body. The blade cut through the demon’s skin, and the twisted flesh peeled off like melted wax, emitting a pungent and foul-smelling venom. As the venom flowed, the tangled and squirming Deha overflowed from the demon’s wound, like countless twisted maggots, making him sick.
Zakhan let out a shrill scream, and the sound was like a sharp blade piercing the soul, causing the elves present to cover their ears in pain, kneel on the ground, and hold their heads tightly with both hands, trying to resist the unbearable noise.
Eltharion was in the closest position to the demon, his body twitched violently due to severe pain, and he could hardly stand still. The scream tore his soul and made him on the verge of collapse in pain.
“Shut up, demon!”
However, just as the scream was still lingering, a firm voice sounded on the battlefield.
Tolandil finally broke free from Zakhan’s oppression. He shouted and stood up suddenly, raising the longbow in his hand. The arrowhead of the Starfire Arrow shone with pure light. He shot the arrow with all his strength at Zakhan. The arrow cut through the darkness and hit Zakhan accurately in the chest. Zakhan let out a low roar of pain, and his movement was interrupted by the blow, and his body staggered slightly.
Inspired by Tolandil, the other elves also returned to normal. They gritted their teeth and quickly drew their bows and shot arrows. One after another, the Starfire Arrows with holy light came one after another, shooting at the demon like a meteor shower.
Zakhan’s body was pierced by the arrow, and the light of the Starfire Arrow burned in its twisted flesh, making its every roar accompanied by a burst of dark flames.
Eltharion gritted his teeth and quickly approached Zakhan while he was suppressed by the rain of arrows. He raised the fang sword high, jumped up suddenly, and stabbed the blade into Zakhan’s side. The demon roared even more fiercely, waving its claws to try to repel him, but he dodged the attack deftly and used his sword to cut another deep scar in the demon’s flesh.
Step by step, he did not retreat. He swung the fang sword and slashed at Zakhan again and again, each sword carrying divine power, forcing the demon back. Every time he swung the sword, Zakhan would roar in pain, and the glittering light on the sword seemed to be the nemesis of chaos and darkness.
Zakhan let out a low roar, mixed with anger and resistance. The evil roar echoed on the battlefield, as if to tear every bit of courage in the air. It had tasted the sharpness of the fang sword and the blazing of the spark arrow. It knew very well that the weapons in the hands of these mortals were not trivial things, and what was even more hateful was that these elves in front of it had the courage to use weapons to counter its power.
Feeling the unfavorable situation, Zakhan’s six eyes burning with hellfire turned, trying to find a way to escape. However, when it turned its body to the rear, it saw that new elven warriors had blocked its retreat.
These elves held longbows and halberds, their eyes were firm, and no one retreated in fear. In front of them, a warrior in dark blue armor slowly stepped out.
“You can’t escape, demon.”
Seonlan, the commander of the Heart of Winter, raised the halberd in his hand, and the icy light enveloped his body. His tone was cold, like a sharp blade in the ice and snow, and he swung the halberd at Zakhan, forcing the demon to turn around.
Zakhan was forced to face Eltharion again, its waxy, melting face twisted with anger, and its cracked lips retracted from the terrifying fangs, revealing a weird sneer. Its eyes burned with the blazing fire of hell, and the flames were not only hot, but also had a kind of oppressive feeling that corroded the soul.
“Look, look, what is this?” It said hoarsely, and the voice was like an ancient echo from the depths of the volcano, low, sharp, full of sarcasm and chill. The voice not only echoed in the air, but was more like a poisonous snake, trying to drill into the hearts of all the elves present.
“Do you know what you are doing? Why did you appear in this land? You are driven by others, but you think you are heroes. Driven by a madman with crazy blood rushing in your veins, but you think you are noble, and even think that your actions are just?” Zakhan laughed sharply, mocking the elves’ faith and determination.
“I am Eltharion of the Kingdom of Yvresse! The heir of Aenarion! The son of Morarion!” Eltharion did not retreat. He raised the fang sword high, walked slowly forward, his steps were steady, his eyes were as sharp as a blade, and his voice was full of determination and pride.
“Tell me, son of Morarion, do you know why you are here? Is it because your god has turned away and no longer favors you? Or… have you blasphemed God?”
Zakhan looked at Isharion walking towards him, and his sneer became more ferocious. The blazing flames in his pupils suddenly shrank slightly, turning into a trace of evil and malicious light, and his voice became low, and every word he uttered was filled with malicious curses.
Hearing the demon’s sneer and questioning, Isharion’s steps paused slightly, his brows knitted slightly, and a subtle waver flashed in his eyes.
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Zakhan caught the hesitation at this moment and laughed triumphantly. Mortals are mortals after all. No matter how magnificent the power is, the container is just a mortal, and mortals always have weaknesses!
“Let me tell you, those gods you think are noble are just parasites covered with a veil of deception and trickery. I have witnessed how they sucked the power of your people and made themselves fat like leeches sucking blood, but you placed your faith in these cowardly creatures. Haha! Where were they when you needed them most? They are just cowards hiding in the lightless land!”
Zakhan’s words drilled into Eltharion’s heart like a venomous snake, trying to tear apart the elves’ beliefs and awaken all the elves’ doubts and fears. However, when its eyes penetrated the depths of Eltharion’s soul, it felt a burning power burning.
This light is weak, but as pure as a star.
“Perhaps I will show mercy, if you wish, and allow you to return to your court, hide behind the city walls, and seek safety with the army and the wizards. Escape, son of Morarion, I allow you to flee back to your castle. After all, if you die here, who can lead the people of Yvresse and save their land?”
“Shut up, demon! It will not be me who dies today!”
Zakhan’s voice was full of temptation, but Eltharion’s eyes gradually became firm. He felt the doubts and fears peeling from his heart, like dust falling into the soil. His voice sounded like thunder, and his eyes looked directly into Zakhan’s six burning eyes. The burning flames could not shake his determination. He raised the fang sword high, the blade pointed directly at Zakhan, and his footsteps were clanging, approaching the demon step by step.
“Do you think you can kill the eternal? Do you know what you are standing in front of? I am Tzarkhan, the Rip! Tzarkhan, the Scourge! Tzarkhan, the Wither! Tzarkhan, the Thirst Drinker of the World!” The demon’s voice was like thunder in a storm, shaking every inch of air on the battlefield. Its roar was full of the breath of chaos, and the sound pierced directly into the soul, making people tremble involuntarily.
Its body gradually swelled in the roar, and six burning eyes stared at Eltharion angrily, wanting to devour the elves. It continued to roar, “I witnessed the fall of the stars, I watched the first apes crawl out of the mud and call themselves elves, I witnessed the rise of the continent and the fall of the empire!”
“I have existed since the beginning of ancient chaos, when everything was not tainted by the hypocritical harmony of your so-called order. I will witness everything destroyed and ravaged until there is nothing left. Mortal, do you think you can kill me?”
Its voice became louder and louder, trying to crush the will of the elves with words.
“I am destiny! I am eternity! I am…”
“Shut up, demon! Prove it to me!” Eltharion’s roar was like a sharp sword, directly cutting off Zakhan’s long monologue.
His voice was cold and full of contempt, and the proud smile on his face carried the arrogance and disdain unique to elves, like an invisible sword, piercing Zakhan’s arrogance. Although Zakhan may be as ancient as he said, representing the evil and horror in countless nightmares, he was not afraid at all. His eyes were as sharp as a blade, seeing through the essence of this chaos demon.
Zakhan felt the contemptuous look, and the burning flames in his six eyes became more and more intense. Eltharion’s words poked at its unavoidable weakness. The experience of coexisting with mortal hosts inevitably made it polluted by mortal emotions, and now, this primitive anger and blind impulse to slaughter are boiling in its body, unstoppable.
“I will tear you apart, mortal!”
Zakhan lowered his horned head and let out a deafening roar. His huge body was like a moving mountain, rushing towards Isharion with endless killing intent.
Its movements were rough and wild, and it lost its calm and precise control. The power wrapped around Isharion was completely ignored by it, replaced by the desire to tear and kill. It even ignored the energy contained in the fang sword. Its only goal was to tear the elven prince into pieces.
But Isharion was not confused by the crazy attack of the demon. He jumped out nimbly and rolled to the side at the moment when Zakhan’s huge claws were about to slap him. When he stood up again, the fang sword had pierced Zakhan’s abdomen like lightning.
“Ahhh…”
Zakhan let out a heart-wrenching howl, and hot black blood gushed out of the wound. When the blood touched the ground, it immediately turned into a cloud of foul-smelling smoke rising up.
Eltharion did not give the demon a chance to breathe. He clenched his teeth, held the hilt tightly with both hands, and stretched his muscles to the extreme. He used all his strength to twist and rotate the fang sword in Zakhan’s body, piercing deep into the twisted flesh. Every movement was accompanied by Zakhan’s scream of pain. The energy attached to the fang sword directly tore the essence of the demon at this moment, separating the demon from reality.
A burning force burst out from the fang sword, and the shock wave penetrated Zakhan’s body, tearing the body of this chaos demon apart.
Zhakan’s upper body turned into a ball of tumbling rot in the impact, and the dark liquid spread out like burning filth. The lower body was blown into pieces by the force of the explosion. Blood, flesh and broken bones were scattered like rain, and a strong stench spread all over the battlefield. The collapse was everywhere.
The demon’s destruction was extremely violent, but Eltharion, standing in the center of the battlefield, was unscathed. The shelter contained in his body was like a shield, protecting him from the explosion of chaos. He slowly straightened up, the fang sword hanging by his side, and the filth on the blade was evaporated by the energy.
The sky darkened suddenly as Zarkhan’s body turned into a stagnant pile of rotting sludge. Thick and sticky black clouds were rolling, and the entire sky was mourning for the destruction of this demon prince again. A cold wind howled, followed by a strange black rain. The rainwater was as thick as blood and dripped onto the street, making a heart-stopping sound.
Eltharion’s eyes were cold and resolute. He looked up at the sky, letting the rain hit his dented faceplate.
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After marching for a while, Darkus’ team stopped. There were no crowds of barbarians in front of him, only a solitary figure standing on the street as if standing alone against a thousand troops.
On the other side, Coran Blackhand pushed Issik (Chapter 581) to the ground. His strength was like a hammer, suppressing Issik on the hard stone slab. His eyes were burning with anger, his teeth were clenched, and the expression on his face was horribly distorted by anger. His breathing was heavy and rapid, but his eyes were as cold as blades, full of disgust and hatred.
“When I first saw you, I wanted to kill you! You dirty monkey!”
Coran growled, his voice filled with teeth-gnashing hatred. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a strange smile. That smile was both a vent of anger and a kind of morbid satisfaction. (End of chapter)