Just being a dark elf in Warhammer - Chapter 863

Vashis took a step forward, and the aroma assaulted her nose, the strong smell making her eyes well up with tears. It was a terrible musk, with a sweet incense and an alluring fruity aroma that penetrated deep into her body. Her vision became blurred, her muscles became slack, and the sudden urge almost made her fall to her knees. She just wanted to lean down and inhale the dizzying aroma.

“Adreze, give me strength!” she begged in a low voice.

“We didn’t expect you to come, sweet child.” A double voice sounded from the mist. The voice sounded like a man and a woman, but at the same time it was neither.

Vashis hesitated.

“Oh, how we miss you,” the voice continued.

Animal-like eyes flicker in the mist, and creepy figures move with immortal precision. The terrifying creatures stepped forward on legs as thin as bird claws. Their weird, boneless bodies exuded a weird charm that was both feminine and masculine, and mixed with all gender characteristics at the same time.

They caressed their bodies with claw-like hands, scratching the pale skin, and their black tongues twisted in the air, making bloodcurdling moans and gasps. Under the long eyelashes, those eyes with erect pupils like goats stayed on Vashis’ body, as if staring at fresh prey.

“We know you, we have known you. Come back, sweet child, and let us carve our love into your flesh.”

At that moment, fear pierced into the depths of Vasis’s soul like a sharp thorn, and moist flesh, bloody razors and sweet words emerged from a hidden corner. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest, and the next moment, a moment of fear ignited the overwhelming anger in her heart.

“In the name of Edreze!”

she screamed, swinging her spear.

The lust demon’s claws made a harsh sound on the ground, and he rushed towards her, turning over her head. His long claw arms passed through the air, and the sharp blade passed through the gap in her shoulder armor. A thin wound was left on his shoulder, and blood immediately poured out. However, the next second, the desire demon was pierced by a spear from behind her, and there were more than one spear. Entering the military formation with a jumping posture was tantamount to courting death.

Another lust demon leaped towards her like a hawk, its claws stretched forward. With a flick of her wrist, the spear accurately cut open the monster’s face in mid-air, leaving a deep crack. The desire demon let out a shrill scream, fell to the ground, and struggled covering the wound on his face. A fierce light flashed in her eyes, she adjusted the angle of the spear and stabbed the lust demon’s face hard.

The battle unfolded like a whirlwind.

The figures of demons and elves intertwined, and the light of swords and shadows of claws danced in the air. The lust demon’s blade shone like mercury as it faced the sharp weapon in the elf’s hand.

After completing the kill, Vashis was dealing with a lust demon, and the monster was pressing forward step by step, waving its shining claws. Although she dodged and parried again and again, the sharp claws still left scars on her body, including a cut on her thigh and a blood line on her collarbone.

“You are slow, clumsy and slow. You are already old. You will eventually come back to us, right? You will eventually come back to us…” The desire demon whispered, his tone full of sarcasm, and at the same time, his sharp claws struck at and took Vashis’s head.

Vashis leaned back suddenly, avoiding the attack. Almost instinctively, she slammed the shield against the voluptuous demon’s ankle. When the voluptuous demon lost his balance, she swung her spear and stabbed it. The sharp spear blade penetrated the tendons and bones like cutting through ooze. The desire demon let out a sharp scream and dragged her crippled legs on the ground in an attempt to escape, but she did not give the desire demon a chance. She coldly swung her spear and stabbed the desire demon’s head, and the desire demon’s body instantly turned into a ball. Thick substance.

Screams came from not far away. Before Vasis could take a breath, he turned around suddenly. A sex demon was pressing Avala to the ground, and the thin needle-like blade in his hand kept scratching the elf’s body. Face.

“I only did this because I missed you so much.” The desire demon said softly, and then stabbed his claws hard into Avala’s eyes.

Druchi wailed in pain, the screams pierced the air, blood dyed her cheeks and hair, and her trembling fingers red.

Avala was no friend of Vahis, but Avala owed her Sovereign. It’s a pity that she can’t do anything. She is in the military formation. She can’t save her gambler. She can only watch her gambler die.

The captain shouted angrily and jumped over the fearful spearman who was about to attack, and chopped off the head of the lust demon with a sword. The body turned into filthy liquid and disappeared into the air, with the twisted face still showing a ferocious smile.

Vashis breathed a sigh of relief. Avala was still alive. Although her face was stained with blood, her eyes were blind, and the wounds on her body were still bleeding, her gambling friend, who struggled to survive with her and experienced countless experiences together, Avala, who was gambling and fighting, is still alive. Although her breathing was rapid, it was steady, and the faint rise and fall of her chest showed that her vitality was still there, which gave her a brief moment of comfort.

What made her even more relieved was the sound of the horn.

The clear sound of the horn penetrated the chaos on the battlefield and conveyed a brief sense of order and direction. This meant that she could temporarily retreat to the rear, no longer having to face the screams and claws of those lust demons, and no longer having to witness the dirty cruelty of those fallen creatures.

She gritted her teeth and dragged Avala with another gambler, pulling him to the rear army formation with great effort. Her body was soaked in blood, whether it was the enemy’s or her own, and the cracks on her armor were aching, but she forced herself to ignore it all and just wanted to take Avala to a safe place.

However, just when she finally dragged Avala to the back, let go of Avala and raised her head, her eyes widened and she froze in place.

In the mist, a huge shadow slowly emerged.

At first, it was just a vague outline, but as time passed, Vasis’s heartbeat began to accelerate rapidly and her breathing became sluggish. The shadow was taller than imagined, almost completely obscuring the surrounding battlefield. As the mist dissipated, its full appearance was finally exposed to Vasis’s sight.

It was a creature that could not be fully described in words, an extreme horror and distortion. Its body was as tall as a tower, spliced ​​together from the perfect parts of several different creatures, and every inch of its skin exuded a strange luster. Each of its four arms held a different weapon, a blood-red sickle, a whip covered with barbs, a grotesque scepter, and a claw that was so sharp that it was almost weird. Every movement of itss was accompanied by an irresistible grace, yet concealed a destructive force.

Its face, if it could still be called a “face”, was a complete nightmare fusion. Half of its face was as enchanting and charming as a peerless beauty, while the other half was the hideousness and cruelty of a demon. Sharp teeth were exposed from the corners of its mouth, and its bright red tongue slowly licked its lips. Its eyes were as deep as black holes, with mockery and contempt, able to see through everything and look directly into the soul.

Its slender legs were bent like a beast, and its claws made a slight buzzing sound when they stepped on the ground, shaking the earth slightly. Every step seemed to carry endless pressure, accompanied by a low murmur, and the sound did not know whether it came from its throat or the entire space, and it sounded directly in Vasis’s soul.

The mist began to swirl around it, and the vague human faces and wild laughter gradually gathered, cheering for its arrival. An indescribable smell spread out, and the sweet, corrupt, and tempting breath rushed straight into Vasis’s nose, causing her stomach to roll instantly.

“Welcome, children.”

Its voice came from all directions, low and pleasant, with a cold intimacy, as if welcoming the return of her family. Every word of it carried an irresistible power, causing Vasis’s body to tremble involuntarily.

“Impossible… What kind of monster is this…”

Vasis clenched her weapon, trying to get rid of the fear that invaded her soul, but her hands trembled uncontrollably. She stared at the monster, shouting uneasily in her heart.

The surrounding elf soldiers also gradually noticed the appearance of the keeper, and various expressions appeared on their faces, shock, anger, fear. But more of a deep sense of powerlessness, they had faced countless enemies, but never faced such a terrifying existence.

The keeper’s steps were slow but firm. The fog made way for it like its servant, and its huge figure enveloped the square. It lowered its head, its deep eyes staring at the Druki with different expressions, and a sickening smile slowly rose from the corner of its mouth.

“Are you afraid, elves? Come on, let me see how far you can go… or kneel down and accept my Lord’s embrace?”

The keeper murmured in a low voice, its deep eyes flashing with teasing and contempt, the sound was like the hissing of a venomous snake, and like venom slowly seeping into the bone marrow, making the elves’ scalps numb. It slowly raised its claws covered with barbs, the sharp tip flashing with a strange light, and was about to point at the Druki.

But just as its claws were about to fall, something unexpected happened.

——

A baby was born, he didn’t cry or make a fuss, but said a word.

“Huang Wei, an amateur.”

Even if he had Alzheimer’s disease and had forgotten his wife and children, lying on the hospital bed, a dying patient could sit up in shock and blurt out a sentence.

“Huang Wei, an amateur.”

Some things are easy to forget over time, but some things…

The same is true for Daquus. The impression left by the twelve-meter-tall figure in the distance was so deep that he would not forget it even in the next era.

The story has to start from a long, long time ago, starting with the first steamed bun…

He had seen this keeper before, in the forest farm of Krakalond, on the day of the Twilight Tide, the appearance of this keeper was like the final BOSS being spawned in the novice village due to a system error, and it directly gave him a surprise: what a surprise!

A violent lightning flashed through the fog and haze, tearing the air on the battlefield. The lightning was so fast that it was impossible to catch it, and everything happened in an instant.

As soon as the Secret Keeper appeared, he activated Sian Westin. His figure disappeared from the spot in an instant like a streak of thunder. The wind that rolled up didn’t even have time to blow away the mist left when he just stood.

The next second, his figure appeared in front of the Secret Keeper!

“It’s your turn to be afraid, monster!” His voice was cold, and before he finished speaking, the sword in his hand had already been swung down!

The claws that had not yet been fully raised, along with its sharp barbs and attached scales, were instantly cut off by the sharp edge of the sword!

A strange blood mist gushed out along with purple blood, and the huge claw fell to the ground like a useless stick, twitching a few times before completely stopping.

The keeper did not let out a scream full of pain and anger, but more of a scream full of shock and disbelief.

Everything happened too fast, so fast that it didn’t even have time to react, so fast…

Just as its eyes suddenly lowered and looked at the broken claw, as if it couldn’t believe that such a thing would happen to it. The light bursting out of the sword was like lightning splitting the night, and its second claw flew into the air under this ruthless slash, making a dull sound when it landed, and purple-black blood splashed all over the ground like a waterfall.

It was not until then that it screamed.

“It’s so noisy.” Dacus’s voice was like an ice blade in the cold winter, with a biting coldness and a resolute killing intent.

The keeper wanted to retreat, wanted to escape, but its huge body seemed clumsy and slow in front of Dacus.

Dacus didn’t give the Secret Keeper any chance to breathe. He swung the sword again, this time directly at the Secret Keeper’s shoulder. His speed was incredibly fast, and every swing of the sword carried the power of destroying the world. He stepped on the trident, took a step forward, and then slashed down with the force of thunder, and the sword tip accurately slashed the Secret Keeper’s shoulder.

This time, the Secret Keeper’s huge body trembled violently, and the strange sword tip penetrated from its shoulder to its chest, almost splitting its body in half. Strange blood gushed out, steaming a foul-smelling smoke, but it did not splash on Dacus’s armor.

There was no other reason, Dacus was just too fast!

He did not pause at all, holding the hilt tightly with both hands, and suddenly pulled out the sword, taking away a large piece of rotten internal organs.

The Secret Keeper staggered, screaming with crazy pain, it tried to retreat again, but it was so huge that it had no power to fight back.

“A thing like you, is it worthy of being called a secret keeper?”

Darkius sneered, his mocking voice resounding.

Then, he jumped high, and the sword in his hand shone with a blazing light, which even pierced through the surrounding fog and illuminated the entire battlefield.

“Go away! Go back and kiss your master’s ass!”

The sword fell from the sky and chopped straight at the head of the secret keeper!

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The light of the sword was like a meteor that cut through the night, accompanied by a deafening roar, the head of the secret keeper was neatly split in half, and the purple-black brain and sticky blood instantly splashed all around. The huge body fell to the ground with a bang, and the huge vibration even made the ground tremble for a moment.

But Dacus did not stop. He stepped on the chest of the Secret Keeper, raised the sword and chopped off the head of the Secret Keeper. He lifted the huge and ugly head and threw it into the group of still roaring demons.

“It’s back. Now, it’s your turn!”

The screams of the demons gradually turned into trembling low hums. They hesitated and retreated under Dacus’s cold gaze, as if they finally realized that they were not facing an ordinary mortal, but a cold and ruthless god of killing.

“Next!”

The body of the Secret Keeper gradually turned into a ball of distorted light and smoke, dissipating in the air, and the square fell into a brief silence. But all this was not over. Dacus turned around, and the sound came from the abyss, playing a deeper prelude to death for the battlefield.

“Did you see it clearly?” Aris, who was looking down, whispered to Talos beside him.

Instead of going to the front battlefield, he chose a relatively good position, so good that he saw the commanding, confirmed defector Kaldor Koris. But he did not shoot the arrow, one because the distance was too far, and the other because Talos would not let him do so. He knew that Talos and the elves from Elsin Alvin were following Dacus’s orders to monitor him.

“It’s hard, he is stronger now than when I first met him.” Talos sighed.

“I’m curious, what is your relationship with Dacus? He seems to look at you differently.” Aris continued, with a hint of careless exploration in his tone.

“Friend.” Talos was silent for a moment, looking into the distance with a complicated look. After a while, he sighed and said calmly.

“Friend?” Aris raised his eyebrows, surprised by the answer.

Talos was about to answer, but suddenly froze. His eyes widened, his expression changed suddenly, and his breathing became rapid and disordered. Ares immediately noticed something was wrong and followed his gaze.

In the distant mist, a new shadow emerged. At first, it was just a vague outline, looming in the depths of the diffuse mist. However, as it approached, the shadow gradually became clear, and terror enveloped the entire battlefield.

It was a huge existence, the most powerful hunter among the Secret Keepers, the embodiment of weirdness and violence. All concepts about fear and depravity were embodied to the extreme in it.

Its body was larger than the previous Secret Keeper, towering like a tower, and every step made the earth tremble slightly. Every movement was carried with unparalleled elegance and danger, as if death itself was showing itself in the form of dance. Its face was even more weird, with a bewitching beauty and pure malice twisting, and endless contempt and greed in its eyes.

Two pairs of curved horns protrude from its head, like some kind of noble yet evil crown. There was mockery and cruelty in its smile, and its laughter seemed to come from the depths of the Chaos Demon Realm, making it shudder.

“Useless resisters, look at your fate.” Its voice echoed in the air, and every word was tearing at the souls of the elves present.

The soldiers on the square felt its arrival and stopped almost at the same time. Many people raised their heads in horror and looked at the tall figure. The shouts of the previous second disappeared, replaced by silence and fear. Some soldiers’ weapons even slipped from their hands. Their bodies trembled with fear, their legs could not support them, and they fell to their knees directly.

Aris’ hand unconsciously tightened the bowstring, and his eyes were fixed on the monster stepping out of the mist. His Adam’s apple rolled up and down, but he did not speak.

“Shalashi Demonic Disaster!” Talos’s expression was filled with incredible shock, and in the next second, his expression turned into rage and madness. If Darkus hadn’t told him to keep an eye on Aris, at this moment he would have really wanted to jump down and fight alongside Darkus, killing the secret keeper who enveloped him like a nightmare.

“Do you know him?” Aris asked in a low voice, with a hint of temptation in his tone.

“It is the most terrifying hunter… It was once suppressed in the Golden Pond… My love…” Talos nodded, his voice so low that it was almost inaudible.

Aris took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, but his hands were still shaking slightly.

“You are worthy of the name Helban!”

Darkus’s roar was like thunder, tearing apart the diffuse fog.

His voice was loud and full of determination, just like the words he shouted when he killed Shalaxi Demon Calamity for the first time a few years ago. This sentence is not only a declaration of war against the enemy, but also a declaration of belief. No matter how powerful the monster is, he will kill it again!

As the roar sounded, his figure suddenly disappeared, tearing apart the battlefield like a bolt of lightning. His speed was too fast to catch, leaving only a faint electric light and a faint smell of burning in the air.

Shalaxi had already noticed Darkos’s movements, and a trace of disdain and anger flashed across his twisted and elegant face. It suddenly raised the spear in its hand. The weapon was like some kind of living creature. The tip of the spear flashed with a strange purple light, which seemed to be able to devour souls. At the same time, its other hand raised a round shield. The surface of the shield was carved with dizzying patterns, and every curve whispered corruption and temptation.

Darkus’ figure appeared in front of Shalaxi like thunder. Without any pause, the divine sword in his hand pierced Shalaxi’s chest with devastating power.

However, Shalaxi’s reaction was also incredibly fast. It quickly raised its shield and blocked the sword forcefully.

Boom!

Click!

The sound of the sword’s edge hitting the shield was like a boulder falling to the ground, causing the surrounding air to tremble slightly, and then the shield shattered. The huge impact shook Shalaxi’s body back half a step, but it quickly stabilized its body, and then waved its two sharp claws covered with barbs, heading towards Darkus with a harsh howling sound. Catch.

Darkus ducked sideways to avoid the first blow, and then quickly slashed out with his backhand. The divine sword drew a shining arc and struck Shalaxi’s flank. Unable to avoid Shalashi, he could only use his claws to resist, while another claw swept across from the side, aiming directly at his chest.

After cutting off the claws, he stepped on the trident, kicked hard, jumped up, dodged the sweeping claws, and then turned over and jumped over Shalashi’s head. He twisted his body in mid-air, raised the divine sword high, and the sword light fell like a meteor, striking Shalaxi’s back directly.

There was a bang.

The blade of the sword cut into Shalashi’s back, and blood gushed out like a fountain. It let out a deafening scream, its body trembled violently, and purple-black blood surged out from the wound. But this did not make it flinch, but instead inspired it to attack even more crazily. It turned around and stabbed out the spear, with the tip of the spear going straight to Darkus’s chest like a poisonous snake. At the same time, its only remaining claws were waving, trying to block all Darkos’ escape routes.

Darkus snorted coldly, stepped hard on his feet, and his body turned into a bolt of lightning again. His speed was so fast that Shalashi’s attack missed him. The huge claws and spear fell almost simultaneously, grazing his body and distorting the air.

Just before Shalaxi could adjust, Darkus’ figure appeared again.

This time, he appeared directly on the left side of Shalashi, and the divine sword slashed down with the power of thunder.

The sword edge was like lightning tearing through the sky, cutting off Shalashi’s remaining sharp claws. The huge claws fell to the ground together with the barbs, and purple-black blood poured down like a waterfall. It let out a scream full of pleasure, and its twisted face was full of pain and anger.

“You’re not as strong as last time, Shalaxi!”

Darkus roared, echoing across the battlefield like rolling thunder. He stepped forward and swung three swords in succession. The first sword cut off Shalaxi’s spear, the second sword directly tore Shalaxi’s abdomen, and the third sword struck Shalaxi with thunderous fury. Nozomi’s head!

Shalaxi tried to put up a final resistance, but the power contained in Darkus’ sword was too powerful. The sword was like a sickle, cutting into its neck without any hindrance.

Poof!

Blood spurted out, and Shalaxi’s towering head was chopped off with a sword. The head rolled in the air, the expression on its face was still frozen between pain and anger, and its huge body fell to the ground like a collapsed tower, violently. Dust and blood mist filled the sky.

Dakeus stood beside Xia Laxi’s body, and the light of the sword in his hand became slightly dim. His breathing was slightly rapid, and a stream of bright red blood suddenly flowed from his nose. This was the burden brought by the frequent use of the brass ring. But he ignored it, just raised the sword and pointed it in the direction of the Tower of Prophecy.

He didn’t think Morathi had any more spells. He was not mocking just now, but stating the facts. Xia Laxi, who was killed twice, was far less powerful than Jin Chi that time. The reason… He didn’t think there would be a third keeper of the secrets, and he couldn’t hold on.

“Morathi!”

His roar was like a bell, resounding, with unshakable determination and unextinguishable anger, spreading to every corner of the square. (End of this chapter)