Chapter 268 118. The orthodox Xika
Dacus was not surprised at all by Malekith's actions. Things that he had been asking for thousands of years ago and could not get now appear in front of him in this way. It is inevitable that this will happen. , understand, understand.
Malekith walked quickly in the direction of the Sun Flame Sword. He thought of something and slowed down again. The soles of the Midnight Armor rubbed against the stone slowly and quickly.
"What's going on? He can still moonwalk? Shouldn't he just stretch out his hand? The Sun Flame Sword will automatically fly into his hand?" Darkus, who had already drawn the scarlet sword, looked at Maleki in shock. Si's funny performance, and then he immediately understood why Malekith was like this. It was probably because he was sick again, but he could understand it.
Malekith was indeed what Darkus was thinking. He thought of a lot while walking. He thought it was too easy and too inexplicable. He was both happy and worried, and he was worried about what he was seeing. The Sunfire Sword was just an illusion reflected by the magical wind here through his thoughts day and night. Just like when he saw the scepter-like Sword of Kane on the Blighted Island, he forgot to reach out for it. Summon the Sun Flame Sword.
There was even a moment when Malekith thought that Darkus had betrayed him, but he had become accustomed to it because he had been through so much. It may be the illusion that Darkus and the three big toads planted in his mind yesterday. After he enters the room, the stone wall will return to its previous position, sealing him in this truly dark darkness forever. middle.
"Hey!"
"Hey!" Darkus called Malekith. Seeing that Malekith had no response, he shouted again. He kept shouting and yelling, but he had no intention of entering the room, even though the indoor floor was paved. Filled with a large amount of gold nuggets and a few stone slabs placed safely in the corner, he stood at the location of the stone wall with the scarlet sword.
Darkus doesn't have to feel anything is wrong at all, because there is something wrong here and it is full of evil!
There was an uncomfortable feeling in the room now that made Darkos. He recalled that when he fought in Krakarond, the sandy wind under the tomb was so strong that it almost pierced his skin.
Darkus knew that the second and third generations of Slann priests were proficient in all the spells in the world, although they would not recklessly use Del spells directly, let alone the waaagh of goblins and orcs! Spells, and the Skaven's strange spells. But these spells are not elusive mysteries to them, and they can easily craft spells with equivalent effects, such as summoning elementals or kalashtams instead of demons and undead creatures, or summoning hordes of lizards instead of mouse.
But what's going on here? Are there any strange things in these corpses that were alive? The product of a depraved cult? Or is it the product of some strange magic?
The air in the room shimmered and eerie shapes began to form. At first, they were just flickering points of light, but later, these tiny, flickering particles came together. They hover in the air above the body and then flow into the body, disappearing like poisonous gas that is breathed into the victim's lungs.
The corpse began to tremble violently, as if the ground it was lying on was controlled by an earthquake. One by one the corpses rose to their feet, suddenly moving like puppets on strings. More and more ghostly points of light flickered in the air, the glowing particles disappeared inside the corpse again, and the corpse began to move again.
Now, dozens of corpses in the room have been resuscitated. Their bodies have a strange dry quality, and when they move, they make a strange wheezing sound, as if being squeezed out of their remaining lungs. The air was roaring out from the cracks in their flesh, and these living corpses began to move strangely.
"Again?!" Darkus curled his lips and said in surprise. He had that feeling again. Standing behind the door in the distance, he could feel the smell of herbs and embalming fluid in the corpse's mouth, and A hint of putrid, sickly sweetness.
"Damn!" Darkus cursed again immediately. Although he vaguely remembered the script, he was worried about what he said.
In Darkus' memory, he fought the most numerous battles with Chaos and demons, and the second one might be mummies? He was not afraid of this kind of corpse. What disgusted him was that the dust when the corpse turned to ashes entered his body through the nasal cavity and mouth. He thought of his battle with Genevieve and the mummies again, and then sat there Cleaning his nose on the steps of the PicaZuma gem mine made him sick.
"Come on!" Darkus shouted, reminding Malekith who was still taking a moonwalk.
Malekith looked at the corpse holding the Sun Flame Sword and actually stood up. He scanned the surroundings again, and he immediately understood what happened. He rushed directly towards the corpse holding the Yang Yan Sword, and struck out with the force of thunder with his iron fist. The violent impact caused the living corpse to shake backwards, and the barbed iron fist cut off a large piece of flesh from the corpse's shriveled flesh.
The corpse was not bleeding or wailing, but Malekith didn't care at all. He was still pouring out his anger. His fists used direct force and instantly broke the wrist of the corpse holding the Yang Yan Sword and shattered the palm of the corpse. , tore the flesh and tendons connected to the wrist, and tore the arm of the corpse directly off with fierce force.
"You deserve it! What qualifications do you have?" The Yang Yan Sword fell from the corpse's wrist, Malekith roared, and then grabbed the scabbard of the Yang Yan Sword with his left hand.
Malekith could clearly feel that he was holding a living object in his hand, and he felt the existence of the fire element in the Yang Yan Sword!
This is no illusion! Not a trap! It’s not false! This is indeed the sword of Malekith's father, the first Phoenix King Aenarion, the Sun Sword!
In an instant, Malekith roared and pulled out the Sun Flame Sword. The tip of the sword suddenly burned, and the Sun Flame Sword began to burn. The flames flickered along the sword body, and then the entire sword body also burned, but the flames did not seem to be the same. Without causing any damage to the Yang Yan Sword itself, he could feel the blazing heat coming from the Yang Yan Sword!
Malekith did not roar again, but suddenly fell into a brief memory again.
The first Phoenix King, Aenarion, held the Sun Sword to fight and kill, repelling the Chaos Demons time and time again. He entrusted his life to the Sun Sword.
In Malekith's heart, the Sun Sword is a weapon blessed by the power of the gods, a weapon used by a hero, and his father is that hero!
But when Aenarion picked up the Sword of Khaine, which held the ultimate power and curse, he threw the Sunfire Sword aside. He gave the Sunfire Sword to Frien, one of his most trusted lieutenants, Fulin. Rean later passed the Sun Flame Sword to the descendants of the family.
Since Malekith has always been eager to get all his father's inheritance, he is naturally determined to get the Sun Sword! But Frien's family rejected him, and as time went by, Malekith's spies tried to seize the Sunfire Sword many times, but all failed, and in the end the Sunfire Sword was nowhere to be found.
"Fate!? Fate is a lazy device invented by foolish philosophers, endorsed by incompetent playwrights and poets, and thrown around by half-blind mages. The gods rarely care and interfere with a mortal's Life and the wider universe do not pause, cycle or shape for one's progress. If one believes in fate, one loses the right to choose one's path, gives up all credit, and is not responsible for one's actions! "
Malekis sneered and said this sentence he often said. Although he always dismissed fate, how could he not care about fate? Darkus actually found his father's Sun Flame Sword in a dusty secret room in an abandoned city in Lustria. At this moment, it seemed to him that Darkus was not Darkus! Darkus is the incarnation of the gods! Darkus is guiding his destiny!
Malekith broke free from his memories and struck the corpse in front of him with his Sun Flame Sword. More corpses surrounded him.
Chupa Coco kept blinking, and the color on his crown was constantly changing. He looked at Darkus with questions in his eyes.
"Come on!" Darkus stretched out his left hand that was not holding the weapon, signaling Chupaco not to act rashly. After signaling, he shouted at Malekith who was fighting in the room.
Nathanes, the last descendant of the Frien family, took the Sunfire Sword and embarked on a journey to the Old World. He arrived there safely, but never returned with Asul's ship. After that, stories began to spread about an elf adventurer who fought in the land of the old world with a magic sword that could shoot out flames. Finally, he arrived in Estalia and died there, but the Sun Flame Sword was destroyed by another The human picked it up.
The Sunfire Sword has been passed down from father to son in the short and fleeting generations of mankind. The power of the Sunfire Sword makes its owner a hero and a powerful warrior among mankind, but the extraordinary object of the Sunfire Sword also gives They bring misfortune, just like some stories are full of mockery of fate. Extraordinary items are held in the hands of people without ability or qualifications, which is a curse and shackles! The City of Ashes, the satellite city of Pahuakos, Zultek, was deliberately avoided by Dakoos the last time he passed by it, before he placed a bet at that time. But now he's betting! It was also necessary for Malekith to obtain the Sun Sword. Although the process was a bit harmonious and absurd, Malekith regained the Sun Sword by himself, which seemed to him to be particularly meaningful.
When the Sun Flame Sword pierced the body of the corpse, Darkus, who was standing at the door, seemed to smell the smell of burning barbecue.
A terrible silent scream came from the corpse's dry lips, and a gray tongue writhed like a snake. After a while, the corpse was on fire. It was ignited by the flames on the Sun Flame Sword. It tried to stagger away from Malekith and rolled backwards into the group of corpse companions, but Malekith did not give it a chance. Taking the opportunity, Yangyan Sword waved again, and its head flew into the air.
"For my father! Aenarion!" Malekith roared loudly, the fire and steam of the Midnight Armor turning on full fire. He jumped into the middle of the corpses, slashing left and right. The Yang Yan Sword kept igniting the corpses and scorching the flesh of the corpses. The flames erupted from the Yang Yan Sword continued to burn even after the corpse fell to the ground again, until all the bones of the corpse were burned. became black.
Malekith felt the power of his father's sword. He no longer wanted to fight with these corpses. He wanted to use magic to deal with the corpses that kept coming towards him, but his spell did not take effect. There seemed to be something in this room. The strange power blocks the wind of magic.
Just when Malekith failed to cast the spell, the corpses had gathered around him and wanted to pull him down. The corpses kept grabbing at his midnight armor, grabbing at the barbs on the midnight armor. He blasts steam outward through the Midnight Armor.
"You don't need my help, do you? My Majesty?"
"No! You can just watch from there!" Malekith waved his right forearm and smashed away the corpse that was almost pressed against his body. During the constant battle, he heard Darkus's strange shouts, and he roared angrily.
After Malekith finished speaking, he kept swinging the Sun Flame Sword and slashing, and at the same time roaring and roaring, seeming to be venting something, venting the resentment he had felt in his heart for thousands of years.
Darkus also knew why Malekith did what he did. This Sun Flame Sword is not just a simple weapon, but more like a sacred and great symbol! This Sunfire Sword was the sword worn by the first-generation Phoenix Aenarion before he obtained the Sword of Kane. It has great political and legal significance in the elven society! To put it bluntly, it is a holy relic, the kind that adds one more level of legitimacy.
Now, Malekith, who has his father's back in his heart, has finally obtained the Sun Flame Sword he has dreamed of!
"Darkus! Watch it! You should see how to use your sword!" Malekith suddenly laughed and said.
After Malekith finished laughing, he took a deep breath to calm his mind. He stretched out his hand and commanded the fire element in the Yang Yan Sword according to his own will. He felt the wind of Aksha emitted by the fire element in the Yang Yan Sword flowing in and around him, responding to his will.
Although there was a strange presence in the room that blocked Malekith's spellcasting ability, he summoned the flame through the fire element in the Sun Flame Sword. The weak sparks flickered around him, illuminating the darkness around him and also illuminating bodies around him. The flames became hotter and brighter, and suddenly hellish flames burst out from the Yang Yan Sword.
A huge sea of fire sprang up, burning like hell and as hot as a furnace. In an instant, the corpses shrank, the eyeballs ruptured, and when the brains overheated, the corpses' skulls exploded in the blink of an eye, and the charred bones kept beating in the blazing flames until they were completely burned to ashes.
Darkus raised the blade of the Scarlet Sword in front of his eyes and looked at it inexplicably. He seemed to realize that he had never truly exerted the full power of the Scarlet Sword. He knew that the Scarlet Sword was related to Yang Yan. The swords are made in the same batch, but are they too powerful? Or did Malekith just cheat? Guide the wind of magic to the Sun Flame Sword? That's why it's so loud? Or is his Scarlet Sword a low-end version?
Darkus just thought about it briefly and then pulled Chupa Coco and ran towards the back of the passage. Because the heat and shock wave from the flames had already rushed towards the door of the room, his grasp was empty.
"Run!"
Chupa Coco reacted much faster than Darkus. The moment he saw the flames burst out, he turned around and ran backwards. After running a few steps, he shouted loudly and gave himself a warning at the same time. and Darkus cast a spell.
Darkus, who was catching up, changed his pace angrily and kicked Chupa Coco. He kicked Chupa Coco who was running after casting the spell. Just when Chupa Coco was about to fall to the ground, he kicked Chupa Coco again. Chupa Coco held on, and after running a few steps, he and Chupa Coco got stuck in the corner of the aisle, and he blocked Chupa Coco behind him.
After the shock wave dissipated, Darkus turned around and glared at Chupa Coco angrily.
Chupa Coco didn't seem to feel there was anything wrong with what he just did. Instead, he grabbed the God Sword and the staff and spread his hands, pretending to look at Darkus with a puzzled and innocent face.
"Let's go back and look at the slate!" Darkus knew that Chupako was pretending to be innocent, but he was too lazy to expose and play around. The slate was important right now.
In a moment, it was all over.
At this time, Malekith pointed the tip of the Sun Flame Sword to the top, stood with his feet in front and back, and stood in the middle of the room with his pretense, except for a cloak that was fluttering in the wind.
"What have you done! Go and look at the slate!" Darkus roared at Malekith, and then said to Chupa Coco beside him.
Darkus stepped on the gold that had become soft due to the heat of the flames. He didn't care that the soft gold would turn into gold juice. He cared about the stone slabs in the room. He ran quickly to the stone slabs and found After the stone slab was safe and sound, he let out a sigh of relief. He did not exit the room again. He had a vague feeling in his heart that the contents on the stone slabs in front of him were very, very important. He took out the sea dragon skin water bag and sprinkled the remaining water around the stone slabs to cool down at the same time. , and he cast a mysterious shield on himself through the Holy Soul Reef.
When Malekith saw that Darkus ignored him, he no longer had the interest to show off. He leaned towards the direction where Darkius was squatting and carefully studied the inscription on the stone slab. He seemed to understand the lizard man's writing, but the moment he saw the stone slab, something stirred his consciousness.
The slate seemed to be telling Malekith that he really needed to pay attention to what he was seeing. He noticed a special set of runes. The arrangement of these runes could mean the end of the world, the end of an era, or both!
"What is this? A black cube?" Darkus stopped looking at the stone slabs. The contents on the stone slabs were all the same old stuff, which didn't mean much to him. Instead, he picked up the stone slabs. The black cube next to him was lost in thought.
I went out today, so I will pay 5,000 tomorrow. . many. . Reconsideration!
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