"We are Salis! We are the children of the dark gods! Don't be afraid..." A fierce voice suddenly stopped mid-shouting. He was taken away by the Reaper ballista installed on the roof, and at the same time The newly organized Sally warriors around him also turned into broken pieces of meat.
The Salish team, which had just regained some morale, became scattered again, and the defensive position composed of stalls and carriages became unguarded. Some tried to run to the place that was ignited by the comet's shock wave and rubble, some tried to run to the port that was still safe, and some chose to go to the King's Hall. More of them were still stunned and didn't know what to do, but soon more and more Druchi climbed to the roof, and death continued to fall from the sky, devouring the Sali people.
Organized resistance in Ormscolo had collapsed, and the Yankees the Darkos trio encountered as they walked through the chaotic streets were either too frightened to pose any danger to them, or too dead to pose any danger to anyone. threatening. The greater danger was the flames brought by the comet's shock wave and burning rubble and the wanton arson of the Druchi. He could feel the fire spreading rapidly to the entire town, and the entire block behind him changed in just a few minutes. It became a sea of fire.
Different from traditional raiders, the Druchi brought by Darkus did not rob shops and houses, were not stimulated by the beer and mead found in the house, and no Norscan women were carried into the house. Rucci dominates his desires like a wild dog. Maybe it's because he saw a lot of good things along the way, maybe it's because he has a physiological understanding from the beginning to the end. These elves with their origins and social status always think that they are different from humans, that they are pure killing and sadism. .
As Darkus walked, he felt that his thoughts were constantly flipping. He had a strong sense of tearing. Last month, he led the Druchi to save the world in Obion, and now it has become... A group of abusers, that might not seem like a conflict? No one stipulates that those who save the world must be heroes. Besides, what are the criteria for judging heroes? This seems to be like a primary school student with comprehensive moral, intellectual, physical, artistic and physical development scalding ants with hot water? No essential difference? Or has it changed since being converted into an abusive group?
Darkus doesn't understand either. He's not a philosopher or thinker, and he doesn't care about these Yankees. What he cares about is King's Landing in Ulthuan in the future. Is he really going to enter the city without sealing the sword for three days? Although Druch is the product of Malekith's personal will, is there anything that Malekith can control? If Malekith can control it, why does Naggaroth look like a bird now? Does changing one’s mindset really work?
While walking and thinking, Darkus soon came to the place he saw in the dream. He felt himself being pulled. Only then did he suddenly come back to his senses. He looked at De, who was holding him. Rusala, and then he was attracted by the voice of Franais.
"Sir."
Darkus looked forward and could vaguely see an aberration standing in the backlight of the cave entrance.
The aberrant body was extremely tall, about two and a half meters tall. His arms without armor were extremely swollen. What was disgusting was that the muscles on his body seemed to be extending from his body, hanging down naturally in accordance with gravity. Extending from his broad chest was a black steel breastplate similar to Haderika's, its surface jagged and scarred from past battles. The belt around the waist is full of hooks, and the hooks fix the dried human ears on it, like exquisite decorations. His legs were wrapped in scaly animal skin. The hard blue animal skin was obviously obtained from the killed ice dragon. The feet have been deformed into curved claws extending from iron boots surrounded by spikes. On top of his head is a gorgeous bronze helmet with curved horns that curve upward.
Darkus could see two gleaming green eyes looking at him greedily from the aberration helmet. He abandoned the distracting thoughts in his mind and became no longer thinking. He pulled out the scarlet sword and walked forward. , he knew that this monster was waiting for him specifically.
"Sir."
Following Franais's call, Darkus stopped again and turned his head to look at Franais.
"Sir, please allow me! Franais Takaia fights this monster in the name of the champion of the Witch King's Hand!" Franais knelt down on one knee with the God's Halberd and said without question, his His face shone with crazy fighting spirit and firm determination.
Darkus did not agree immediately, but looked at Franais and pondered. He had never appointed Franais as his champion. Usually, the title of champion was just a private joking name for other Druchi. In his mind, Franais may be his shield in battle and his adjutant at ordinary times, but he has never let Franais specialize in fighting and engage in professional combat like the captain of the Black Guard. He is not a god. He cannot enlighten someone with just one sentence. He knows that if he rejects Franais this time, it may cause irreversible consequences. This result seems to be worse than Franais dying here. ?
"Do you still remember the battle on the coast of Leonis? Renn should have told you about it." Darkus said something incomprehensible first, and then said, "Fight in my name! This is Your glory! Franais Takaia!"
Franais, who was still half-kneeling there, saluted Dacus and stood up resolutely. He had a moment when he saw the monster just now. An unexplainable feeling of fear. Although he had experienced countless battles with Darkus, this sense of fear had always lingered in his heart and became a secret that he could not tell. Perhaps only the Lord of the Blade could feel it, and he had asked the Blade more than once The Lord of Blades prayed, and he always believed that the reason why he became the Lord of Blades' divine choice was more of his helpless actions during the Twilight Tide. After the battle of Obion Island, the Lord of Blades responded to him, only Just two words, that is: fight! breakthrough!
Franais picked up his shield and halberd and walked forward cautiously, while Darkus turned his head and glanced at Drusala.
Drusala understood what Darkus was worried about, and she smiled reassuringly at Darkus.
The aberration's eyes changed from green to red. He tilted his head back and roared violently into the cold winter night. Sounds like metal could be heard constantly coming from his bronze helmet. The sound stopped, and he rushed towards Franais desperately. To him, everything seemed important, but nothing seemed important. What mattered was fighting and killing.
Franais was ready to engage the enemy. Seeing the huge body of the aberrations rushing towards him, he felt his fear growing. The thing in front of him was a mistake, a warrior so terrifying that it was unnatural, an abnormal human being, even beyond the scope of human beings. As the aberrant body continued to get closer, he could see the huge double-headed ax held by the aberrant body. The black steel of the ax head was burning with unknown runes.
Roaring like a madman as the aberration charged at him, he brought down the double-headed ax without hesitation.
Franais used the walking barrier to block the fatal blow. He felt that the power of this aberration was like a dragon. He could feel the huge impact of the ax hitting the walking barrier, as if the muscles in his arms were shaking. Just as he came down, his knees were bent by the power of the axe, and his whole body was struggling under this incomparable surging force.
In the shadow of the bronze helmet, the aberration's glowing eyes burned, and from behind the helmet came a frantic grunt crawling about. Fire flickered, burning runes flickered, and the air turned to steam surrounding the double-headed axe.
Inside Franais's head, a host of voices whispered wildly, igniting the flames of fear within him. He could feel himself falling into a black abyss, a realm of horror from which there was no escape. The huge force of the aberration continued to press on him, his legs began to bend, and his body began to tremble. He could feel the terrifying double-headed ax continuing to press on the walking barrier, and the walking barrier was shaking at the moment of impact. He did not use his stance, or the power of the aberration offset the reflection caused by the stance. He could feel the double-headed ax biting into the walking barrier and the unknown metal texture. Little by little, he felt To the point where he is about to be crushed by the aberrations.
However, time stopped at that moment, and memories kept flashing in Franais's mind. He thought of the precarious days after his parents died, of the uncle who loved them but went crazy and became uncontrollable, and of the uncle who loved them but went crazy and became uncontrollable. Invest the little money he has in his uncle. Thinking of the time when Maranur found him, and the first time he went to sea with Darkus, all kinds of experiences kept flashing through his mind. He could feel the eager expectations of his parents and uncles for him, he could feel Darkus's heartfelt trust and love for him, and he could feel the Lord of Blades watching him.
Franais suddenly let out an angry roar. The will to fight continued to burn in his mind. He became no longer afraid. He gritted his teeth and praised the Lord of Blades. The power generated by the will to fight roared in his limbs. . He then roared again, and then deflected the walking barrier away. His whole body jumped up. When the God's Halberd hit the aberrant body, he put all his body's strength into it.
The deflection of the walking barrier sent the aberrant's double-headed ax crashing to the ground, and he stumbled, his arms struggling to grip his axe. Franais came sideways behind him, and the God's Halberd's flashlight was fully fired, slashing across his bones and muscles. Red and blue blood continued to spill out, and painful screams continued to echo. His right hand was cut off from the wrist by Franais. However, instead of being overcome by pain, the aberration seems to gain great strength from the injury. He held a huge double-headed ax in his left hand, swinging it constantly, like a scythe hovering over Franais's head.
Franais kept dodging. Before he could take a breath while half-crouching and half-standing, the huge double-headed ax swung back and attacked him again, and the speed was even faster than the previous attack. . He dodged the double-headed ax again, his body trembling, he teetered on the edge of destruction, and he struggled to regain his balance. While moving, he continued to observe, and he quickly captured the attack pattern of the aberrations. After realizing that this was not a loophole deliberately left by the aberrations, he moved his body again, finding the right time to attack the tip of the halberd. Stabbing into the exposed armpit of the aberrant body, he could clearly see the fracture of the aberrant body's bones under the blow, and blood spurted out from the horrific wound like a fountain.
The terrifying double-headed ax fell from the aberrant's weak hands and fell to the ground with a clang.
The aberration's body kept spinning, blood spurted out from his armpits and wrists, and crazy roars and whispers continued to come from his bronze helmet.
Vranais lunged forward from behind the wounded aberration, the sudden surge of fear that enveloped him vanished as the double-headed ax disappeared, as did the chirping in his head.
However, the words in the aberrant bronze helmet stopped Franest like magic. He stared at the bronze helmet uncontrollably with some crazy curiosity. He could hear a chaotic voice. came from the bronze helmet.
"Flinna...kill...cut...tears...slaughter..." The aberration hissed, and vague syllables spewed out from his saliva.
If there were a Norscan standing here, it would be that Flinnar was once the great war leader of the Aisling tribe. His body bore the favor of the Dark Gods, and he led his raiders deep into the Chaos Wastes. , raided the Huns and Kurgan tribes, and plundered the Beastmen's Demonic Rock.
"Flinna...Flinna..." The aberration stared at Vranais who was fixed there. He slapped his chest with his blood-stained arms and kept repeating in the bronze helmet. Every time he said his name, the mad voice became clearer and more violent. Meanwhile, his bleeding arm throbbed, swelled, and bubbled as if it were being steamed.
"Flinna!" The aberration roared with primal rage, and his bubbling arms opened, and the muscles peeled off from the arms, revealing a wet claw, like a crab's pincers. Bone tips continued to extend along the bloody limbs, twitching and beating as the aberration breathed.
If there was a Norscan standing here, he would be very frightened at this time.
If this was indeed Flinna, then the Dark Gods had suddenly abandoned him somewhere along the way, leaving him aside like a broken toy. His mind and body bear the mark of the favor of the Dark Gods, and he was a very powerful warrior, but that was all in the past, and now he has degenerated into a mad creature, a depraved outcast.
"I know why this monster suddenly appeared here waiting for me." Darkus said with emotion as he looked at the four-faced monster that entered the second stage not far away. After all, the big purple crab claws are so representative. If not, If I'm wrong, it should be the Dark Prince who asked this monster to wait for him here?
"Perhaps he will end his miserable fate and gain relief..." Drusala sighed with sadness.
"No! My dear, I think you must have made a mistake. He will only face a more terrible fate in the future." Darkus shook his head and denied that the task assigned by his boss was messed up, but he can still have a good life after returning. Eat fruit? If the dark gods are so benevolent, then why doesn't he just become the Eternal Chosen One?
Flynner waved his crab claws and rushed towards Franais. There was a hint of disharmony in his movements. His huge and bulky body actually swam gracefully in a beautiful and smooth posture. He moved the sparkling purple The crab claw struck Vranais in the neck.
Franais resumed his movements as if he had escaped from a cutscene, dodging the fatal blow and roaring in pain as he felt the wet tips of the claws scratch his cheek. In retaliation, he stabbed the crab claw with the God's Halberd. A stream of dirty brown steam spurted out from the wound of the crab claw, hitting his face and blinding him.
Seeing that something was not going well, Darkus picked up the scarlet sword and rushed over to rescue Franais, but Drusala held his arm again.
"Don't do this, it may ruin his career as a warrior, or it may make him unable to recover..." Drusala shook her head at Darkus and said with a worried look on her face.
Blinded by the loss of his sight, Vranais swung his halberd blindly, trying to point the weapon at the foul smell emanating from Forlina. He could feel the sound of the halberd blade as it penetrated Flinner's body, but then he heard a sound of breaking wind. He raised the walking barrier to block and was hit by Flinner's crab claws. The violent force hit him. On the walking barrier, due to his incorrect posture, he was directly hit in the chest by the walking barrier, and the huge impact directly threw him into the air.
Franais gritted his teeth. Although his chest suffered a heavy blow that made him unable to breathe and made his limbs swing in the air, he was still trying to stabilize his body. He threw the walking barrier, He leaned the halberd of the God's War Halberd on the ground to steady his body. Now his eyes have become blood red, and everything he can see is scarlet eroded by blood, but at least his vision has recovered to some extent. He holds the God's Halberd tightly with both hands and raises it straight at Flynn. He knew that he would rely on this extraordinary weapon next. No matter what happened next, he would not let go of the God's Halberd.
Frantic grunts and the stench of blood warned Franais of the approach of his enemy, and in his vision he could see Flinner walking towards him with graceful steps, the tips of his crab claws scraping against the ground with a screeching sound. The sound of the two crab claws was constantly clamping, looking impatient.
I didn't sleep all night last night and my mental state was not good. I didn't write much today. I feel sleepy. Maybe I can have a good sleep today and try to update more tomorrow. The championship showdown mentioned before is not today's one, but between the protagonist and that person. After all, his beloved is dead, and he will seek revenge from the protagonist and strive to end it tomorrow.