Chapter 243 93. Xu Xian is nothing more than that.
Darkus swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He knew it was Drusala, but he couldn't believe it. Why did a good Druchi girl become like that? What is the world like? What's going on? Is there any justice? Is there any royal law?
A tall snake-like monster with bat-like wings and a snake-like body. This is not the Medusa transformed by the Druchi sorceress in the traditional sense, but more like another version of Morathi Kane in the Age of Sigmar. One form: The Shadow Queen!
This form replaces Drusala's previous dignity and grace with resentment and anger.
Five hydra-like snake heads surround Drusala's gorgeous crown. His right hand holds a heart-breaking gun that Darkus has never seen before, but his left hand does not hold Kane's iron heart, but a With the snake-headed staff, Darkus could vaguely identify that the snake-headed staff was transformed from the previous black willow staff. Her snake tail did not have an extra snake head, but a shiny black manticore hook.
"Why not six arms? Each hand carries Hecate's sacred equipment, a snake-headed staff, a beating heart, a scorpion, a broken arrow, a serrated dagger and a bottle of orphan's tears. Haven't you evolved yet? "Dakeus thought. He had seen Hecate's statue several times and probably knew the usage and meaning of these equipment.
Before Darkus finished thinking, he caught Drusala's gaze. He felt that his will was being tested. In an instant, he was possessed by the European Emperor, and the dice was rolled to the maximum! 20! He passed the test of Druzala's gaze, but he felt that his blood was still boiling and bursting in his veins under Druzala's gaze, and even if the rain washed his skin, it could not relieve it.
Darkus, who finished pouring all the water in the kettle, smiled and waved at Drusala. He could feel the emotion and awareness in Drusala's eyes. In his opinion, awareness is all that is needed. Although it's a bit curious, it still has a different kind of beauty. As long as it doesn't turn into a pure and twisted monster, it's easy to say anything. Instead, he felt that these unreliable elves and gods were sometimes a little bit more reliable.
"Good guy! I have become Xu Xian. No! I am more Xu Xian than Xu Xian. This is too heavyweight." After thinking about this, Darkus burst into laughter. He was not worried at all about whether Drusala could change back. .
Drusala, who felt the gaze of Darkus, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although she was full of resentment and anger in the form of the Shadow Queen at this moment, she still had a clear consciousness. After finishing dealing with the Chaos Champion Warrior in front of her, , what she is most concerned about is what Darkus thinks of her. She knows Darkus, and she is worried that she will see disgust and fear in Darkus's eyes.
"My sister, it seems you lost this time, hahaha." A rather happy voice sounded again in Drusala's mind.
The Chaos Champion lay paralyzed on the ground in front of Drusala. This twisted Chaos Champion had no legs but a snake body. The left hand mutated into the iconic claw of the Slaanesh camp, and the spear in the right hand became Drusala's trophy.
But at this time, no one cared about this Chaos Champion Warrior. Druchi present all set their sights on Drusala, including the Chaos Wave on the opposite side. They were either horrified, amazed, or fascinated.
Drusala turned her head and let out a sharp wail at the Chaos Wave who was still in a daze. The malicious wail reached the ears of the Chaos Wave. Their blood boiled violently in an instant and flowed out from every pore. The reaction of the Chaos Wave began to collapse with the death of the Chaos Champion Warrior and the wailing. Some fell down directly on the spot, some ran a few steps back before falling dead, and most of them ran away with blood dripping from their bodies. .
Of course, the most uncomfortable thing was the Druchi standing next to Drusala. At this moment, they all put down their weapons and covered their ears with painful expressions.
"What kind of AOE damage?" Darkus, who was not far away, also felt that his brain began to buzz with this wailing.
After wailing, Drusala carried the loot and swam quickly to Darkus' side with a snake body.
Darkus, who was sitting there, raised his head and looked at Drusala with a smile.
"The Silent Ones and the Frost Blades in the Tower of Prophecy are out." Drusala's voice appeared in Dax's mind.
"Be careful! Morathi will never keep you if she sees you." Darkus vaguely guessed the meaning behind Drusala's words, but he had to admit that now was indeed a good time, and his expression changed. He became serious and said in a solemn tone.
Drusala nodded to Darkus, and after a moment, he flapped his bat-like wings and flew up.
"This?" Maranur ran over quickly, looked at Darkus and asked in surprise.
"It's okay. There's no need to worry about my brother. I believe she will always be Drusala." Darkus looked at Franais and Baine who were still able to get up. After a pause, he continued, "We Keep attacking."
The fearful grimaces flickered and hovered in the unnatural darkness, making it easy for them to lurk like wolves into the shadows and wait. Most of the Druchi were looking back at the way they came, listening to the cheers and horns of the Chaos Wave swarming in the inner city, but soon Druchi's attention was attracted by the ghostly face.
The ghostly figure summoned by Nagalia dragged the panicked, deer-like Druchi into the darkness, tore out Druchi's throat with claw-like fingers, and feasted on Druchi's steaming entrails. More than once, Malus was forced to run past a screaming Druchi, watching as the Druchi was buried beneath a swarm of roaring, clawed ghosts.
The black steel door of the Tower of Prophecy stood open, the green light from the witch lantern dispersed the cave-like darkness of the hall, and another collision sounded in the air. Formations of the Black Guard, the Silent Ones, and the Frostblade stood ready, their scarred faces examining their weapons with concentration, the air taut with coiled tension like a repeating crossbow ready to fire.
Malekith had withdrawn his iron fist, now waiting for the right moment to strike.
Darkus' team had already rushed to a place not far outside the city gate of the inner wall, where more than twenty minotaurs in simple iron armor were waiting there holding terrifying double-edged axes. As he approached, the Minotaur's nostrils twitched and shouted in challenge.
The war horn roared past, and Malus watched a dark figure raise its snake-like neck on the top of the Tower of Prophecy, roaring to the sky. Suddenly he saw a huge snake-like figure with wings sneaking around. He flew toward the Tower of Prophecy.
The black dragon that Malekith was riding waved its tough wings and flew into the dark sky, followed by a large number of Lords of Annihilation riding black dragons.
At the same time, lightning was constantly intertwining in the sky. In the scorching flash, Malus saw an armored figure on the back of the dragon, waving a glowing knife and attacking towards the wave of chaos. .
The Destroyer swept down, the black dragon swooping down with a thundering roar, hissing poisonous breath into the waves of chaos.
Screams and screams continued, and the final battle began.
Streams of green lightning fell from the boiling sky, like sharp blades, hitting the ground of the inner city again and again. The Lords of Annihilation rode black dragons and continued to swoop and sweep at low altitude.
The streets of the inner city were crowded with waves of Chaos, distracted by lightning and deafened by thunderous explosions. It was not until Malekith reached them that they realized the danger was befalling them, but It's too late.
Before the Chaos Wave had time to react, they fell to the ground dead, and the burning scars on their chests were still emitting smelly black smoke.
Malekith used dark magic to tear apart the Chaos Wave, and the arc of light from the Destroyer cut through the dense ranks of the Chaos Wave like a scythe. At the touch of the blade, Chaos Wave's weapons snapped, armor melted, arms and thighs tumbled on the paving stones, and heads were shaved off, of course. He rode the black dragon to avoid the weak attack of the Chaos Wave, killing them one by one, until finally the Chaos Wave could no longer bear it and began to flee in all directions. Those Chaos Waves that tried to run towards the square were split into two by the angry lightning raging in the square. Half.
Malekith's Midnight Armor was covered with steaming blood clots. After jumping off the black dragon, he staggered to the edge of the square like dancing steps.
In the center of the square, a nearly fifty-meter hemispherical green light shines. Lightning shines and bounces off this magical barrier maintained by the Roaring Shaman, the Chaos Warlock, and the Wiccan Shaman. They sit there in a circle. , chanting mysterious spells to the sky, but Nagalia was not there.
In the distance, Malekith glanced at the battle on the inner wall and the dead war hydra corpses in the square. The counterattack of Coran's organization almost pushed the wave of chaos rushing up the slope to a desperate situation.
Malekith burst out laughing, then held up the Supreme Magic Shield and brandished the flaming Destroyer and rushed towards the green-lit barrier. Lightning seemed to drip lazily from the sky, playing in the square and on the ground. Sputtering. He hit the glowing barrier with the Destroyer, and a crack spread on the surface of the barrier. The group of Chaos Wizards immediately became aware of his presence, began to sing magic spells loudly, and used various artifacts to try to repair the barrier. of damage. He laughed louder as he retracted the Destroyer, the cracks disappearing but he hacked at the barrier again and again.
Although slowly, the damage is gradually spreading.
More lightning began to fall, and Morathi, who was still casting spells in the Tower of Prophecy, seemed to notice the changes in the barrier and worked harder.
The green light began to dim, and the energy was exhausted to the extreme. The Chaos Wizards lost order and began to roar in fear. They looked at the Destroyer in Malekith's hand, and seemed to have foreshadowed the fate waiting for them.
(End of chapter)