Chapter 353 203. They are all weird things.
Amon Jega despises civilization and order, and is happy to bring the world into destruction and chaos. It can impose its omnipotent will on unfortunate mortals, distort the natural flow of mortal destiny, and bring pain and destruction to mortal lives.
Even gods cannot escape this fate. The human hero, Sigma, was trapped in the maelstrom under the control of Amon Jega. There is nothing more satisfying than seeing the world shattered and reborn in endless changes. It's something to be happy about.
Amon Jage could see the clues of his destiny as clearly as a mortal could see the road ahead. Its baleful gaze reveals the deepest hopes and fears of anyone caught within it. It can destroy or elevate its followers and enemies alike through seemingly pure whims, for Tzeentch's will is beyond the comprehension of mortals.
For a thousand years, Amon J'gai had sat motionless on his throne in the Crystal Maze, studying the antics of mortals with fascination, and now he had been awakened from his state by his master.
At this moment, Amon Jaeger was sitting on the top of the pyramid with his upright bird body, holding his chin in his left hand, holding a staff in his right hand and looking at Darkus with his diamond eyes. Its owner gave it to It does two tasks, maybe three? It knew why its owner had let him come here. Dacus aroused its strong interest. It saw the threads of destiny in Dacus, but it could not see the nature of Dacus' destiny. flow direction.
"It's really a magical magic. The rain-proof spell really protects against rain, but it doesn't protect against blood at all." Darkus took the handkerchief handed over by Genevieve and wiped some hot cow blood on his face before complaining. road.
The battle in the grand square has come to an end for the time being. With the deaths of the orc war generals and shamans, as well as the deaths of the doomsday bulls and the team of minotaurs, the orcs and beastmen have been defeated, and this place has temporarily become the territory of the Druchis. .
"I'm fine." Darkus waved his hands to the Druchi who were running over, and then looked for Franais.
At this moment, Franais has stood up. He has recovered somewhat under the magic treatment of Colonia and Puyr, but he is just a little confused...
"The team needs to be repaired." After seeing that his brother was fine, Mara Noor talked about the current situation.
Darkus nodded and touched the head of the big guy who had squeezed in. He couldn't help laughing when he saw the big guy's eyes asking for credit.
The cold lizard began to eat the minotaur's body, and the big guy did his part to eat the doomsday bull carcass, chewing the chewy beef. The Drukhi either drank water and fed, wiped and bandaged wounds, or pulled out the still-usable crossbow arrows from the corpse.
Darkos was not interested in the habit of hanging the bull's head in the bedroom or living room as a trophy. He sat there and watched the big beast eating without thinking about what to do next. Instead, he thought about his past combat skills. If If I remember correctly, he has killed many targets and achieved many achievements in the thirteen years since he came to this world.
Starting from the trial voyage of Haxiya, the blind cat was used to kill the mouse with a harpoon crossbow, and the harpoon was shot into the neck of a white lion guard. Then there were the Assur militia and the Tritonians, and yes, there was also the powerful Bretonnian knight. But strictly speaking, the knight was not killed by Darkus alone. He couldn't help but smile when he recalled his embarrassed appearance at that time. stand up.
After returning to Naggaroth, they were all trash, but there were Khaine assassins and Slaanesh fanatics, and then there was the Keeper of Secrets. By the way, there was also the infamous Mangil Humanskin, but Manzil He killed Gil before he even gained notoriety.
Drusala, who was dealing with the blood on Darkus, looked at the laughing Darkus without knowing why.
"It's okay, I thought of what happened before." After Darkus explained, he told Drusala about the embarrassing incident when he and the knight were dueling, and then he looked at Drusala next to him. Broken Heart Gun said solemnly, "I like the way you are now. Promise me not to use that ability unless you have to, and don't get lost in that power." "Don't worry,
dear, don't worry about me, I know what to do. How to do it?" Drusala said after giving Darkus a reassuring smile.
This heart-breaking spear was picked up by Drusala from a dead Chaos Warrior Champion of Slaanesh during the Battle of Grond. Since he had no other weapons at hand except the staff at the time, he picked it up and used it, and later transformed it. After a while, I kept it until now. I usually wrap it up and never take it out. Taking it out means... This is what Darkus doesn't want to see, just like he doesn't want to see Alyssa change for the second time. Like a war hydra.
Darkus sighed, and the excitement of killing the Doomsday Bull by himself disappeared. He waved his hand to Maranur who was walking around and commanding. Maranur, who understood, took something from his waist. The box of chewing tobacco was thrown over. As he was chewing tobacco, he was still thinking about it. He realized that the targets he killed seemed to be all large? Anti-nemesis? Giant killer?
As the North Star Pyramid trembled again, Darkus' team continued to set off.
After a while, the path ahead was blocked by what looked like a broken wall of spikes. As the team advanced, it was discovered that they were not spikes, but bones, part of another larger skeleton, and a huge ribcage loomed in the other direction of the team. The shattered spine walked toward a rather human-looking skull that had been shattered by some massive blow.
It was the skeleton of a giant that blocked the entire road, and the size of the skeleton was exactly what the team had imagined when they saw giant footprints in the forest mud.
"With my knowledge of the Lizardfolk Temple City, I don't think it's here as part of some ancient ritual." Ren said seriously.
Colonia jumped out of the saddle and inspected the skeleton for signs of mutation, but saw nothing.
These bones were enormous, much larger in proportion to their body size than the average giant. Still, no horns or claws were found, and some bones of the legs and arms were missing, but cracked remains could be seen lying nearby.
"What could kill and eat a giant?" Genevieve, who had been silent and rarely spoke, suddenly asked.
"Another giant!" Maranur responded with a smile, then drew out his sword and made gestures next to the skeleton.
Compared to this giant creature, the sword in Maranul's hand was really like what his brother had said before, a pin in the hand of a child. Following the template of the skeleton and the giant he had seen before, the image of a man-eating giant terrifying enough to kill his powerful relatives emerged in his mind.
"I hope he is dead." After finishing speaking, Darkus directed the team to take a detour.
A moment later, Darkus' team met Ai around the corner.
Huge in stature, extremely brutal, and showing violence in every gesture, the herd of big horned beasts seemed to be waiting there specially, forming an unbreakable wall of iron armor and muscles. After discovering Druch, they charged forward with overwhelming force. The horned beasts and inferior horned beasts following behind also rushed forward in large numbers.
First, a round of magic opened the way, and then after a round of hedging, a melee broke out again.
Darkus first chopped a big horned beast to death, and then cut off the horn of a big horned beast with his backhand. The big horned beast let out a miserable howl. Under the impact of the scarlet sword, a wave of laughter filled the air. The horrible smell of burning flesh and blood.
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Count Mordek, the "Cursed One", is a living warning to those who seek the favor of the dark gods! He acts according to the wishes of the dark gods, never growing tired, never forgetting, never dying, never being cursed.
It is whispered that Mordek has died a thousand times, but always returns, ready to fight again. He seems to be the plaything of the dark gods. It is said that under his magnificent armor, his form is constantly changing, as if he is the living flesh of Chaos.
The Reaper ballistae kept falling in the formation where Chaos and the Orcs were fighting. One of the crossbow bolts hit Mordek's armor accurately, but even the crossbow bolts made of the latest Keith steel failed to hit the target. It could penetrate his solid armor, but bounced off in a weird way.
A moment later, Mordek was knocked down by the powerful impact of the crossbow, but he quickly struggled to stand up. As he moved back into action, his armor was miraculously reforming itself, returning to its original shape.
"Son of Aenarion, I see you, I command you, I demand that you appear!"
Mordak resumed his action and rushed through the orc lines without hesitation. The mutated sword in his hand let out a scream of pleasure as it tore through the orc's body. Soon, he came to the front of the Druchi, the sword of change pointed at the leader Seli Lei, and he shouted loudly. His voice was full of determination, and the Changing Sword shone with an elusive light, seeming to herald an inevitable decisive battle.
As a child of the Hell Calamity family, Selire received a good education. He understood what the monster in front of him was saying, but he didn't understand... He couldn't figure out what the monster in front of him wanted to express?
"On this day, I finally saw it clearly. The world became real to me again, and the voices of the gods guided me to this moment. Time, fate, and destiny all became thinner, leaving only the present! For once I felt alive opportunity," Mordek continued, his voice rusty from inactivity but beginning to gain strength as he spoke. "The gods asked me to kill you, and then they would release me. But they lied! They always lie, even if there is no purpose."
Mordek said as his voice began to deform, became hysterical, and Get anger, pain and unwillingness.
"If I'm not wrong, are you looking for my nephew Darkus Hellscourge?" Selire understood. He knew that his nephew was strange and extraordinary. He knew that his nephew was everything. Ties and nodes. Although he was arrogant, he didn't realize that such a monster would come specifically to find him.
If that's right, then he must have admitted the wrong person? But it doesn't matter, he is Selire, he is Selire the Scourge of Hell! As a descendant of the Hell Calamity family, he has his pride. He will not let this monster go to his nephew unless... unless he steps over his body!
Selire slid off the cold lizard's back, and the wrists of his hands kept turning, like acrobatics, turning the weapon he had in mind but only obtained yesterday. Although the serrated sword he used before has been with him for a long time, he can say without hesitation that the serrated sword is rubbish compared to the two half-Clive blades he currently has in his hand. The Clive Blade seemed to be tailor-made for him.
"So calm, so confident, so cold!" Selire couldn't help but sigh, and then strode towards Mordek.
The demon within Mordak's armor felt a surge of fear bloom as Selire drew closer. He looked around and saw he wasn't the only one feeling uncomfortable. A shape larger than any human being, both ghostly and more real than the world around it, something latent in the body of the oncoming elf begins to awaken.
The demon could feel it filled with determination to fight, it longed for shattered shields and broken armor, it longed for battle and fearless battle cries.
In the footsteps of the elves, the demon could hear the determined sound of spears, the war cries of warriors, the shrill battle cries, and most importantly, the harsh, fierce sound of sword blades cutting through the air. These sounds converge into a powerful and determined rhythm, as if praising the will to fight and the pride of victory.
"I know the fire within me that will continue to burn even when death comes. It is a fire that cannot be quenched, not even the gods can put it out. Only the hand of the destined can put it out Put it out, once and for all. No one can ignite this flame, and no one can rekindle it. But unfortunately, that person is not you!" At this moment, Mordek also understood that he had recognized the wrong person, and he clenched his fist and knocked He continued on his breastplate, "Mordek, the former lord of the Brass Fortress, the former elector, the son of the forgotten emperor, will sing your praises in the future world." "
It's an honor! "Selile said seriously.
This sentence caused a slight commotion among the Druchi. They had realized what was about to happen next. They controlled the cold lizards to vacate an area, and then began to hit the shields with blood-stained weapons, or He stamped his feet on the paving stones beneath his feet.
A chosen one from the elven underground gods, a cursed one played and abandoned by the dark gods, stands like a pair of colossi in the frozen landscape.
There was a tense atmosphere in the air. Neither of them moved, staring at each other stiffly, locked in a silent battle of wills. Time seemed to pass by, but neither of them had a muscle twitch.
Suddenly, Mordek reacted, growling from the depths of his throat, and then pounced forward like a wild dog eager to pounce on food.
The scene suddenly turned violent without warning. The speed and ferocity of the first confrontation were too fast to be detected by the naked eye, and it was impossible to tell who was the first to strike.
The Changing Sword and the Half Clive Blade collided, causing a burst of sparks. The two of them were fighting back and forth, moving so fast that Kradin, who was watching, could barely catch them.
The constantly jumping Half Clive Blade left a sparkling afterimage, and Mordek's Changing Sword found the right opportunity to strike. While Selire blocked the blow with the half-Clive blade in his left hand, he launched a devastating counterattack with the half-Clive blade in his right hand, waving his double blades like a mantis.
Mordek jumped to the side to dodge, then charged forward again, stabbing with both hands wielding the Sword of Transformation.
Kradin watched as the two were trapped in their own world, where only Mordek and Selyre existed, with no room for a third person, like twin neutron stars spinning around a common axis. Now any attempt to interfere with the duel between the two men would be instantly fatal, and all he could do was marvel at the deadly skills of the two men.
Both of them are masters of martial arts, there is no doubt about it. The difference in weapons and equipment turned the duel into a contest of speed and strength.
Even Selire could not stop the fatal arc drawn by the sweeping sweep of Mordek's Transforming Sword. Similarly, Mordek could not match the speed of Selire's half-Clive blade slashing.
The battle was ever-changing, the two men always on the move, always dodging in an irregular patchwork of solid stone slabs. The two people's footsteps and agility alone amazed the audience present, and the screams of the blades cutting through the air were even more terrifying and shuddering.
Mordek's transmutation sword screeched as it slid across Selire's pauldron, a hideous cloud of smoke rising from the metal.
Selire also launched an attack, and his integrated Clive Blade slammed into Mordek's abdomen with the deadly speed of a mantis.
Mordek fell to the ground and rolled over. Selire strode forward. He pushed himself up and put an arm around his stomach. He knelt down on one knee, stretched out the Sword of Change towards Selire, and blocked Selire from outside.
"Pain, I feel very painful, but the pain will not kill me, my will is strong, I will not be rejected!" Mordek whispered first, and then stood up suddenly, with the sword of change above his head Rotate up. When the Sword of Change roared down and split a paving stone in half, Selire had already hid aside.
"Fight, damn it, fight me, I don't care about the trivial matters of fate, what will happen or what could have happened is not my concern. Fight me! Kill me!" Mordek roared.
"as you wish!"
The battle went back and forth in the open space, and the weird shadows cast by the duelists kept jumping around, as if a group of demons were fighting here. Except for the sound of boots scraping against stones, the sound of rain and the impact of blades, everything was surprisingly quiet.
The two separated again after a particularly fierce confrontation and were once again frozen in the eternal scene.
Selire changed his moves. He squatted half-crouched and was ready to jump at any time. The half-Kraft blade in his right hand drew an arc on the top of his head like a scorpion's sting. The half-Kraft blade in his right hand was pointed at Mo. Dirk's heart. He has come back to his senses now. Perhaps in the past few years, after being by his nephew's side and becoming the chosen one of the Lord of Blades, his martial arts have improved rapidly, but he doesn't know the specific amount. Maybe he returned to Krakalond Then try looking for the family's law enforcement champion, Kessler? In the eyes of the children of the Hell Calamity family, Keslay is like a benchmark. And the monster in front of me looks very strong, but in fact...it's just that.
Mordek's armor was torn by the half-Krav blade. There were more than twenty large and small wounds on the armor, but no bright red blood dripped down. The armor was still merging and healing.
Selire knew that the stalemate could not continue, otherwise the monster's armor would return to its original state. He rushed forward and tried to deliver a fatal blow to the weak Mordek. However, Mordek's mutated sword hissed faster than an attacking snake. With an incredible twist, he caught the speeding Sword of Change with his half-Clive blade, his body being knocked back, his heels scraping against the paving stones.
But Selire's attack was not over. His knees were slightly bent. While rubbing his left foot, he pulled out his right foot and kicked the ground violently. Then he took a step forward with his left foot and shifted his center of gravity slightly to the left. Then his right foot also Take a step forward to the right and rush toward Mordek.
This action was something that Selire couldn't do before he got that strange ring, but he can do it easily now.
Mordek did not expect Selire to use such a strange move. He subconsciously adjusted the direction of the changing sword to block it, but it was too late. Selire, who was flying in the air, used a jumping chop to slash the half-Clive blade hard on the visor of his helmet. He staggered back, but Selire's attack did not stop him. Before it ended, another half-Clive blade hit his sword-holding arm.
Seeing that Mordek finally grasped the Sword of Change, Selire did not show mercy, but began to attack continuously. The half-Clive blades rained down like hammers on an anvil. When Mordek The Sword of Transformation sent sparks flying every time it tried to deflect his attack, as if the Sword of Transformation were an anvil.
Now Mordek's defense is a little slower every time, his huge strength is constantly disappearing, and every defense becomes weak. Finally, the sword of transformation slipped from his weak fingers and clattered to the ground. The sword of transformation screamed and howled like a wounded animal.
Selire stepped on the Changing Sword and kicked it aside before Mordek could get the Changing Sword back.
Mordek, who lost his weapon, did not stop fighting. He fought back with his weak fists. But his attack was really weak, Selire ignored his attack, and the hook-shaped tip of the half-Clive blade shone, curved in a perfect parabola, and hit his chin.
Under Selire's full flashlight attack, Mordek rushed backwards, as if being ejected, and then fell heavily to the ground. He fell with a groan, and the world seemed to shake slightly, as if it was losing focus again like before. The demon in his armor looked up at the still raining sky, and it saw no squinting faces, as if the gods were no longer paying attention to the battle now.
Mordek was still trying to get up, his armor trembling slightly, as if whatever was inside was seeking to escape. But he didn't get up in the end, and when Selire's shadow fell on him, he raised his head.
"I will come back to you and your..." Mordek said weakly, but his tone seemed happy.
"Unless I die!" Selire said as he jumped towards the fallen Mordek, raising his ruthless blade for a beheading attack.
Mordek began to laugh, an eerie sound that snaked through the air, causing even the most bloodthirsty warriors to fall silent as the sound approached.
"Keep going! We have to meet up with the other teams at Pyramid Square!" Selire looked at the corpses that had disappeared on the ground, shook his head first, and then looked at the Druchi he was leading and said.
Amon Jiegai moved his sight away from Darkus and turned to Mordek, who had disappeared. Its metal-decorated beak opened and made a silent mockery.
"Ah~ that great man died again." Kelman, the chaos warlock who was maintaining the energy of chaos, suddenly sensed something. He turned his head and looked at Logor and joked.
"It's expected, isn't it? It's time to call Magregor back." Logor, who was focused on the matter at hand, was silent for a moment, and then said seriously. What he and his brother need now is time to bring the matter back. The time the portal opens.
Amon Jaeger was the Great Demon of Tzeentch in the Chaos Demons 5th edition military book, and was later replaced by Carlos. I read on the Internet that the editor revealed that it was Amon Jager who put Sigma into the maelstrom, but Amon Jager also entered...
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