Chapter 246 96. Zarkhan, the Thirsty Drinker of the World
, freed himself from Malus's ruined body, shattering the last remnants of Malus' soul, shattering the paving stones into sharp shards when it finally broke free. .
With a sharp inhalation sound, the smoke shrank further, forming a terrifying towering form that enveloped Malus' broken body. Zakhan's body is shaped like Drukki's, only wider and more muscular.
In Darkus' view, Zhakan at this moment is beautiful, far beyond the peak of perfection, which is maddening, but also twisted and ugly. The highest upper limit and the lowest lower limit are concentrated together, and there is an indescribable feeling. of weirdness.
Zakhan's broad, deformed head turned around and looked at Darkus with hatred with burning eyes. Its claws reached into the sky, its long and deformed jaws opened, and it roared like a newborn god.
Darkus had already jumped off the back of Silly Bulaji. He nodded to Malekith, and then turned his head to face the concerned eyes of Clan Anasara. He was not holding a weapon. His right hand clenched into a fist and waved to his followers.
"This is not the freedom I want!" Zakhan made a thunderous voice.
"You ruined my plan!" Zakhan, the thirsty drinker of the world, looked down at Darkus' body, revealing three rows of needle-like fangs, and said with a hateful laugh.
"What are you afraid of? Your form and strength at this moment are..." But Darkus could clearly feel the fear in Zhakan's words. Before he could finish speaking, the enraged Zhakan rushed towards him. Come over.
Zarkan's speed was not as fast as Darkus imagined. It tried to use its huge palm to press on Darkus' breastplate and capture Darkus' soul.
Darkus would not easily become Zarkan's prey. He hid under Zarkan's sweeping claws. The scarlet sword shrank in his hand. He summoned the ancient power of the sword, and suddenly the blade shone out. Black-red light.
Zarkhan burst into flames, black flames blazing across its waxy skin. Still screaming as it staggered back. Its sound is torturing the ears of the Druchis, but in this form it is too weak, not enough to make the Druchies collapse to the ground and cover their ears in pain.
Although Darkus didn't like the high-decibel sound, he was not affected by the sound. Kane's dimensional sword automatically left the ground and jumped into his right hand. His fingers touched the burning At the hilt of the sword, he felt Kane's Dimensional Sword ignite the embers of hatred in his heart.
"With hatred, everything is possible!"
Darkus is now holding two long swords, one is the Scarlet Sword in his right hand, and the other is the Cain Dimension Sword in his left hand. He has become a dual-wielding violent warrior. A series of blows began, causing more than a dozen wounds on Zakhan's body.
The unparalleled twin swords tore through Zarkhan's abdomen, igniting its magical form. A howl of pain and rage resounded, sweeping over Darkus like a storm.
Darkus knew that he was in trouble. The trouble was not Zarkan in front of him, but the Kane Dimensional Sword in his hand. He found that even if his fingers loosened the Kane Dimensional Sword, the Kane Dimensional Sword would stick to it. In his hand, in his heart, the Kain Dimensional Sword is far more terrifying than the Zakhan in front of him. Tyrion's mistakes are clear in his mind, and he does not want to become Kain's shape.
"Quick fight!"
When Darkus rushed towards Zakhan, he could feel his body light and fast, and power continuously emerged from the Kane Dimensional Sword, trying to ignite his inner desire to fight and kill. The wave of waves, just when he was about to attack Zhakan, he saw Zhakan's fiery eyes staring at him. The next second, the words spoken by Zhakan's thunderous voice scorched the air between them. Zhakan's long Clawed hands tried to claw at his soul again.
"I advise you not to do this. Aren't you afraid that He will throw you into the well?"
Darkus felt the air between him and Zhakan crackle due to invisible force. Before the power in his hand was about to burst out, he whispered these words to Zhakan in a joking manner.
Zhakan was stunned for a moment. The black energy cut through the air and made the sound of tearing the cloth. The black energy passed by the width of a hair from Darkus, and a cloud of condensed blood mist drifted by his ears. The black energy penetrated the body of Officer Druch, who had fallen there a long time ago. The energy dissolved the officer's body with just a touch. Sovereign melted and flowed like gold juice. The diamonds and rubies on the weapon were melting under the influence of energy. Darkening and shattering on contact, the energy finally hit the wall next to the street, making a crackling sound of gravel.
Zarkhan still burned, the wound edges of its belly curling and blackening like parchment, flickering black-red flames burning and spurting in its unnatural, perfect form. It cackled maniacally, its voice trembling between laughter and murderous rage.
"You insignificant little bug, why do you know so much? Why is it not you who go to the temple but Malus? Then I will take away your life and make you squirm. Everything you have, you dream I will take everything away! You can actually tamper with destiny! You are such a troublesome guy, but no matter how you fight, whether you know it or not, in the end you still have to obey my lord's orders!" Zhakan hissed He said, finally letting out a vicious laugh.
"I really sympathize with Malus at this moment, you talk too much!"
"No!" Zakhan roared, desperately grabbing the blade of the long sword, and its body began to fall under Darkus' fierce attack. It fell apart and fell back, but the Black Guard had arrived, their halberds not wavering but driving it in the direction of Darkus.
"You can't stop me! This world is mine, and I am the thirsty drinker of the world! Now! Hear Zakhan's words, despair! The moment of destruction has come! Sooner or later you will..." Zakhan's roar became even more intense at this moment Wild, it screamed desperately, it tried to rush towards Darkus and made a final struggle. It hoped to overwhelm Darkus with its brutal attack.
"Remember! Me! Darkus, Scourge of Hell! Conqueror of Destiny!" Darkus shouted, thrusting both swords forward. Zarkhan let out one last terrible scream as the blade dug deep into Zarkhan's terrifying chest.
Zarkhan is gone, and its end is sealed. Being destroyed or exiled back to the Realm of Chaos, Darkus neither knew nor cared. He didn't even know what kind of category Zarkan was, whether he was a Chaos Demon or a Demon Prince, or some other weird thing. Moreover, Zhakan was forced out now, and the seal imposed on him was not broken.
"Who knows? Besides, it's not important." Darkus took a deep breath, completely ignoring the stench of burnt metal and burnt flesh that filled the air.
"Well done! My Chief Consul, or did I teach you well?" Malekith walked to Darkus and said with a smile.
A chuckle escaped from Darkus's lips, and then he spread his left hand to signal to Malekith.
Malekith understood what Darkus meant. He stood the Supreme Magic Shield on the ground, stretched out his hand and grabbed the Kane Dimensional Sword from Darkus' hand, threw it directly to the ground, and then added Kicked Kane's Dimensional Sword far away.
"Hate? This is not my way of survival, I'm sorry! I reject you." Darkus thought as he looked at the Kane dimensional sword sliding on the ground.
As if to commemorate Zarkhan's fall, the ground and sky of Grond trembled briefly.
To the north, Zakhan's temple began to shake as if struck by the power of a god. The sound of cracking stones and sinking soil lasted for a long time.
When the sound finally stopped, the surrounding forest fell silent.
Zarkhan's temple no longer exists, the massive structure collapsing into boiling lava. All that's left are tumbling piles of obsidian, surrounded by the raging lava below.
"With hatred, everything is possible!"
It's really over. Let's move on to the south
(end of this chapter)