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The scene in front of Marcelan changed again. Darkus saw the main mast cracked and the wreckage of the gang battle scattered on the blood-stained deck in the daylight. He blinked and shook his head violently. When he opened his eyes again, a figure was rushing across the deck, holding strange weapons in each hand. The shape of the figure became blurred and bloody. Tears, then disappears again.
A wave of icy sea water washed over Darkus, and he fell, but he felt that he did not fall, but that his soul was out of body and hanging above an incredible vast space, filled with roaring winds and a lot of anger. soul.
When Darkus recovered again, he came to the land, and strangely the air was filled with the smell of sea salt.
At sunset in the evening, the mist rises.
Just as the body possessed by Darkus' soul fell asleep, he felt that the bedding was like a damp shroud, wrapping his body uncontrollably through the village.
The air grew heavier and the fog grew thicker.
Then the torches of the village night watchmen were extinguished and everyone had to gasp for air just to catch their breath.
"Here they come!"
Those writhing sea dragons and giant beasts from ancient legends came to the village, and they were actually floating on the land! Fangs and claws gleamed coldly in the darkness, swarming along the walls of the village.
The Night's Watch and militia were all slaughtered by sea dragons and behemoths, cruel phantoms dancing wildly.
When morning came again, everything disappeared and everything returned to normal.
Darkus still didn't understand what it wanted to embody and what its meaning was. Or is this some kind of omen or fate? Anyway, he didn't understand it either.
Suddenly, layers of ripples appeared in the sea, and slight waves rolled up like fish scales, becoming like a dream. In an instant, thousands of silvery light spots emerged, like a large group of pelagic fish following a bait ball for food at the same time. Countless sparkling light spots began to move, position, and converge, and finally a group of fishes emerged. An elf-like figure stood in front of Darkus' possessed body on the coast.
He emerged like this. Floating on the ground was the shining incarnation of Marcelan, summoned by Darkus like a ghost. Although Darkus did not do anything, but passively looked at it from a third perspective. Watching.
When talking about the Lord of the Abyss, Marcelan must first talk about his father Illinir.
The past story of Illinir, the Lord of Destruction, is very complicated. It is said that he once had more than a hundred descendants, each of whom inherited an aspect of his destructive nature. Together, father and son brought all kinds of disasters to the world, reveling in the harm they inflicted on the elves. He was proud of His children, but He was also paranoid that His children would conspire to replace Him.
Individually, the offspring are no match for their father, but Illinir is wary of their combined power and keeps a close eye on them.
The temple of Illinir only exists on the Iron Mountains of Naggaroth, built on the deep valleys filled with lava in the mountains. It looks far away from the Temple of Ardaeus in the Blackridge Mountains of Krakarond in the south. The pillared temple echoes with the chants of priests and the screams of slaves as they are thrown into the fiery abyss in exchange for His favors.
Finally, the Mother Goddess, Elsa, could no longer bear the pain that Illinir and her descendants had brought to the elves. She petitioned the gods to stop these destructions, but except for Loic, the gods turned a deaf ear.
The god of deceit, Loic used his magical wisdom to fight against Illinir. He made Illinir mistakenly believe that his descendants had evil intentions towards him.
Illinir listened to Loic's words and became furious. He hunted down and devoured his descendants one by one, regaining the destructive power that their descendants once embodied. Yet this also weakened Him and He was never restored to the level He once was.
Among all the children of Illinir, only five children survived by chance, namely Ardaeus, the Bringer of Fury; Estrekh, the Lord of Hungry; Hakon, the God of Earthquakes; and Draa, the Queen of Vengeance. Korra also has the Lord of the Abyss, Marcelan. They hid in the medieval world and never returned to the divine world, lest they follow in the footsteps of their brothers and sisters.
I won’t go into details about the God of Fire, Ardaeus. Dacus has contacted this man before and the things he promised him have not been done for ten years. However, ten years is only a short time for these gods. A short moment.
The Hungry Lord, Estrekh survived the wrath of his father and fled to the medieval world. Since then, He has stayed in the medieval world. As for where he is, there is no way of knowing. Anyway, just don't pretend to be an elf and go to the Cochen Plain of the Lustria continent.
The God of Earthquakes, Hakon, like his brother Estrekh, may only be known to Moraygor Heggar where they are.
The Queen of Revenge, Dracora is the least talented among the Illinir children. She is very happy to help the elves take revenge. She spends most of her time away from the other gods. At the same time, she is also the goddess most worshiped by Aslay's wanderers. . Although He will bless, this does not mean that there is no need for reward, and He will also ask for rewards from believers.
If everything is normal up to this point, the trap will come. But in fact, Dracora had been often mocked by her siblings because the Illinir scions had the power of mass destruction, while she had only more subtle gifts, the fruits of which could only be wrought with patient tending. will bloom.
When the mother goddess, Elsa, wept over the calamity that Illinir and her children had brought upon the elves, Dracora saw an opportunity. It is He who turns Elsa's tears of grief into bitter fragments, and it is He who ignites Elsa's grief until Elsa's desire for revenge burns brightly. Dracora, the most vulnerable of the Illinir descendants, thus led to the demise of his brothers and sisters. Those Illinir descendants who survived Elsa's grief were always cautious towards him and never dared to offend their sister again. .
All the druchi knew this story and treated the Queen of Vengeance with caution, giving Dracora the respect that her own family did not. Druch believed that Dracola favored their revenge against their cousins, for what revenge queen would deny a race so gravely wronged?
However, the fact is that Dracora supports the elves of Ulthuan and Naggaroth equally. The desire for revenge is burning on both sides of the ocean, and the Queen of Revenge does not need to take sides. He will help any spirit with a burning desire for revenge, regardless of status or reason.
The last of the Illinir descendants is the Lord of the Abyss, Marcelan.
Followers of Marcelan usually wear blue, green or cyan robes and Kaitan. Of course, these dyes are usually very luxurious, and they can usually only wear brown Kaitan. The sea dragon skin will come with its own painting, but this one is more luxurious, only Only elite pirates or dignitaries can afford it. A few also carry some golden ornaments and some sacred shell ornaments.
Many Old World scholars suspect that the cult of Manann was actually an adaptation of the cult of Mathlann by the human inhabitants of the Old World.
The Tilean people of the southern city-state use a different name for Mannann. They call it "Mathann", which is very similar to the name of the elven Lord of the Abyss. This may be because the Tilean first learned of the god from translations of ancient scrolls left behind in the abandoned colonies of Assur.
Whether the gods are one and the same, or whether the human god Mannarn and the elven god Matheran are both the same, is unknown, although the similarity of the names lends weight to this theory.
The image of Marcelan presented to Darkus was that of an angry elf. He wore a helmet decorated with a huge net hook on his head. He wore silver mail armor made of fish scales and held the Cruel Hook in his right hand. , holding the Wrath-Suppressing Spear in his right hand.
Darkus could feel Marcelan's anger, which seemed to come from the darkest depths of his heart, the moment when the most primitive desire in his blood was released. He always felt that Marcelan's shining incarnation would roll up like a raging tide in a second, violently attacking the enemy.
This is the power of the sea. This is a kind of anger that has been suppressed for a long time. The release of anger will be unstoppable and irreversible! This feeling seemed to motivate Darkus, making his blood boil and creating a strong urge to destroy.
The powerful Wrath-Suppressing Spear made numerous explosion sounds. To Darkus, it was an illusory weapon composed purely of energy. Thousands of years of suppressed anger accumulated on the spear blade, and it was finally forged by rage. The other hand wields a barbed scythe, using it to trap stubborn enemies and drag them into the deep sea.
Even Darkus could imagine that on the battlefield, Marcelan's shining incarnation was like a living rainstorm, carrying rapids and soaring straight into the sky, then rising to the sky, turning around, and swooping down! The rocks will also be eroded by the waves and shattered to pieces under the roar of the waves. Marcelan's shining avatar lashed out at her foes, blasting them to pieces, and their severed limbs were swept away by the torrent behind them. In this carnival, the shining incarnation of Marcelan is extremely aggressive and violent.
No regrets, no care.
In the midst of killing, one is addicted to blindness.
A spirit of vengeance, pouring out its wrath.
"If you stare at the ocean, you are already standing in the abyss. You know that the tide is falling, but you don't know that the rising tide brings new light." The shining incarnation of Marcelan looked at Darkus and said slowly.
After saying that, Marcelan's shining incarnation changed from the image of the storm to the image of the ocean. His clothes were still the same, but the helmet he wore became shell-shaped, and the weapon held in his left hand became a The trident, the weapon in his right hand turned into a deep sea scepter.
Darkus knew that this calm posture in no way meant that Marcelan lost any strength. It was just like the surface of the sea was calm, but there was huge energy dormant beneath the sea.
Marcelan's shining incarnation waved the deep sea scepter, calling out waves of despair in the vast sea. If it weren't for Darkus's firm will, he would feel helpless at this moment. A moment later, a disgusting sea fog appeared. , the combination of the sea's mournful notes and calm ripples calmed his restless anger, and then he entered a state of long sleep, never waking up.
Seeing Dacus's delay in responding, Dulias took a step forward and waved his hand in front of Dacus's eyes. Only then did he realize that something was wrong. His heart was beating suddenly and rapidly. He didn't dare to touch Darkus, he was worried that something else would happen, so he could only look back and want to call someone over.
"Uncle, I'm fine." Just as Dulias opened his mouth, Darkus broke away from the illusion. He saw Dulias's movements, exhaled lightly and hurriedly interrupted Dulias. Sri Lanka.
Dulias stopped the urge to shout and turned his head to stare into Darkus's eyes, with a look of worry and doubt on his face.
"I'm really fine." Darkus was completely out of the illusion at this moment. He saw the look on Dulias's face, chuckled, turned around and leaned against the fence, trying his best to His eyes avoided the darkness beyond.
In the deep underground sea, a raven appeared out of thin air and landed on Darkus' shoulder.
(End of chapter)