Darkus, who was walking in front, became more and more confused the more he thought about it. He felt magical... yes, it was magical. He was actually able to walk on the swamp with his companions, which was amazing in itself. He didn't think that Tzeentch had left any backup plan, or should have already left any backup plan? Because backhand is also a kind of change, this is normal, just like when he does things, he also arranges backhand, such as in the New World.
As for whether this backhand will be activated, it's hard to say. Darkus was inclined not to, because he felt that it would not be in line with Tzeentch's changes. Perhaps as Tzeentch said, the location he is currently in is not the true Chaos Demon Realm, but the outermost edge. After a while, he and his men will beat up the beings inside, and Tzeentch will come out. Washing the floor? Invite him and his companions to the Crystal Maze as guests? Or let other Chaos Evil Gods send big demons to surround them?
It's possible, but very small.
Darkus thought back to what he had just done, and the more he thought about it, the more something was wrong. Tzeentch had countless ways to kill him, but Tzeentch did not do so. Instead, he took him to the door with a lot of details. Maybe that door is the real killer move to kill him? Just like some kind of test, Tzeentch allowed him to see what the world really looked like, and what the so-called gods looked like.
Perhaps Darkus had made a check just now. What if he had just asked in horror where Asuryan's palace was? Where is Anes Lema's hunting ground? He asked in horror where the gods he believed in were, maybe he had left them there just now, he was really crazy.
Fortunately, Darkos doesn't believe in any gods. Although he is either the champion of this elf god or the chosen elf god, in essence, he does not believe in the elf god. He rarely talks about the elf god, just like what? Su Yan's fire, Marcelan's wave and so on, not to mention daily prayers. His relationship with the Elf God is more like a cooperative relationship. The Elf God finds him or finds his companions for various reasons. This is because he can bring rewards and mutual benefits to the Elf God, rather than a relationship between believers and followers. .
Maybe it’s obvious that Marcelan found Darkus and gave him the Holy Soul Reef as a meeting gift? Marcelan doesn't want her divine power and faith to suffer too much? thus sustaining himself and hiding from his ill-tempered father. The only one who can do this is he who can't even row a boat, let alone command the plunder ship to start. Although he cannot command ships and does not believe in Marcelan, he is the key node of everything. His identity can constantly promote changes. He can control the navy of Druch and Assur and those who believe in Marcelan. The ending of the sailor is something that Admiral Druch and Admiral Azul cannot do on a macro level.
Darkus, who reciprocated the favor, responded to Marcelan's kindness, the establishment of Druchi's Stormweaver system, the establishment of the Great Temple of Chapeyuto Marcelan, the New World Route, and so on. While he was responding to Marcelan, Marcelan was also responding to him. The Trident of the Sea in his hand was the best response. As time goes by, he would get the scepter and gather Marcelan together. The orchid three-piece set allows the elves to rule the sea in this world in a true sense.
The same other elven gods, Darkus, are also responding to Isa's hope... now that he has come to this hellish place, he almost gave it up when he met Tzeentch himself. Of course, there are many reasons why he chose to come here. He doesn't want these Enils to be left here, so that all his previous hard work will be ended, all his efforts will be in vain, and Enil's elite power will be destroyed. It is not in his interest to be weakened or never recover.
Look at who is Enil who came in with Darkus, the lord of the Kaia Storm Zone, the lord of the Lindyalok Frost Descent Zone, the future lord of the Talos Shower Zone, the powerful and one of the few high-level The spellcaster Asanok, and the two brothers of the Denaris family, Tolandil of the Red Leaf family. These Enils have various identities. In addition to lords, they also have the identities of the Three-person Council, the High Council and the Council of Senators.
If Darkus were Marist, he would have suffered a cerebral hemorrhage. The political system of this world is different from that of the previous life. Most of the prerequisites for being a political figure are to have some outstanding strength, either a powerful warrior or an excellent spell caster. This is especially true for Enil, who is short of manpower. This is not some Phoenix King who looks like a mascot. These powerful politicians need the strength to guard one side and deal with those monsters, monsters and monsters.
Of course, the most important thing is that Darkus cannot do it. He cannot be indifferent and indifferent. He is not assured. As he said before, these Enils are all his friends. Of course, he didn't want to be left here, or let his companions who followed him be left here. He wants to get out alive. He knows that the ones waiting outside are the most tormenting. Maybe the flow of time here is different from that in the mortal world. Maybe in just a short moment, a month has passed in the mortal world, half a year has passed, or... Ten years, twenty years. He couldn't imagine how his brother would face all this and return to Naggaroth if he couldn't go back? How should we face the Witch King and his family, or...can we return to Naggaros?
From Darkus' point of view, Marist was also suffering. Aenir's essence power was gone, and the Archon of Druch, who was under one person in Nagaroth and above ten thousand people, was also gone. If Asul comes to Lauren Loren, there is no chance that Druch and Asul will fight again. What he said to his brother before will definitely reach Marist’s ears. Not only was it greatly weakened, both sides were offended to death, and Lauren Loren was not restored. The forest was still slowly dying, and the ancient saint's creation lacked power and could not be activated... Maybe
this was also a change, something Tzeentch wanted. The change?
Darkus no longer thinks about this. All he can do is to bring himself and his companions back safely, so that this journey can become a bragging capital for his companions in the future. He turned his thoughts back to his faith. Edreze was the first to respond to him. He reciprocated the favor by establishing a cult system and continued to expand Edreze's influence. The problem was that Edreze had nothing. Are the useful things from the previous era brought to this era, just weapons and the like? The same is true for Hecate. The four-in-one sorceress system of industry, academia, research and warfare has also been developed.
Val invites Darkus to visit Athel Loren, Loic? It's hard to say, he still doesn't know what Loik needs, a war dancer system? Or do you simply like him? As for the old woman, he didn't know. Maybe the old woman just hoped that he could live well, break more fates, and create new hopes and changes?
Darkus no longer thinks about these, but continues to think about the door. If he is a believer of the gods, the moment Tzeentch allows him to see the nature of the world is the moment he collapses. The result is just like what Tzeentch said, mortals see too much but understand too little. He is beyond mortals. At this moment, he is not fighting alone! He is not alone! He has penetrated the essence of the world. How can he gain Tzeentch's favor, appreciation, or recognition by knowing the essence of the world?
Although Ye Gong loves dragons and Da Gong's curious Darkus claims to be the chosen one of Tzeentch, he is fundamentally different from those Tzeentch believers. There are many types of Tzeentch believers, and they maintain corresponding systems. As far as he knows, there are many sects and groups.
Such as the Wither Eye, these followers of Tzeentch resent the compulsions Teclis imposes on them, and would rather learn the darkest and most primitive forms of magic in order to realize their full magical potential. Nor will he pursue mastering a magical wind in his short life.
But the members of the Withering Eye were not really dedicated to Tzeentch... they were considered a cult. The leader of the cult was the famous Egrim van Hosman, who could use light magic. As a result, he ran away and became a traitor. Qi didn't do anything to him, and when he was running away, Tzeentch told him how to run... This was very Tzeentch. This is in line with his expectations, a typical example of benevolence and benevolence.
The most successful and widespread Tzeentch cult in the Empire is that of the Urpurple Hand, which operates through a regionalized cell structure. The cult was dedicated to infiltrating the empire's upper power classes, aiming to subvert aristocratic rule from within. Cultists are spread throughout the empire, and communication with each other is intermittent and even contradictory. Despite its inefficiency, the cult became a real threat to the stability of the Empire. Over the years, the cult has infiltrated many powerful political and religious institutions, and even high-ranking members of the great nobility or the Church of Sigmar and Ulric have been manipulated by the cult.
The Red Crown is considered to be the third most influential Chaos sect in the Empire, after the previous two. Of course, the Wither Eye has not yet appeared. This is a cult dedicated to worshiping Tzeentch. They believe that violent revolution is the best way to serve their master, so they secretly raised an army composed of mutant fugitives and crazy beastmen. Their activities are concentrated in rural areas. Of course, they are also infiltrating into the city, but they have not succeeded...
In addition, there are some miscellaneous religious orders and groups, such as the Palm Bird who looks for new members through observation and monitoring, and the Dice Player, etc. The followers of Tzeentch in these sects all have one characteristic. They believe in Tzeentch and follow Tzeentch, but Tzeentch does not do anything to them, because this is also a change for Tzeentch, and Tzeentch also treats this group of people. Guys who don't come to the table are not interested, and they are not qualified to be Tzeentch toys.
the most important is! These Tzeentch believers usually don't ask for anything, ask for anything, or exchange anything with Tzeentch. This is the most important thing. They just believed in it and had no further intention to seek death.
Werich Cursed Spirit is a typical example of benevolence and benevolence. The frail Werich was despised from birth because of his ugliness and fragility, while his twin brother Tomin became a strong warrior. He is another version of the Tai brothers, but he and his brother do not have the deep brotherly love between the Tai brothers. Jealousy and hatred made him fervently pray to Tzeentch to reverse their fate, and then Tzeentch responded to him. When he woke up, the weak man found that his body had merged with the body of his brother, his brother Tomin. He was reduced to a drooling puppet at the mercy of Weirich's command.
In addition, there are many Tzeentch believers who seek something from Tzeentch. The end of these guys is usually tragic. Maybe what they want is just to appear in another way and become a cruel mockery. Tzeentch can always make a fool of himself. Come up with some unexpected and original new tricks.
Or it attracts the attention of Tzeentch, and the mortals targeted by him end up unknowingly becoming his toys. The leader of the Dice Player is a typical example of this kind. The leader was originally a respected physician. A well-known expert in disease treatment, Assur learned how to deal with trauma and stress. One day, when he was tortured by a bout of extreme boredom, he set himself the task of finding a cure for boredom, and then he overturned. Perhaps he was doomed when he was tortured by extreme boredom.
The leader wrote a list of six things that he was usually too timid to try, and then rolled the dice... He has been living in randomness ever since, and has found the experience to be really exciting. Pleasure. He himself has not realized this yet, but just like there is an invisible hand that operates the market, there is an invisible black hand that controls his destiny, making him the leader of the dice players.
Of course, this is just a small fight. To be evil, it must be someone like Darkus. He has strength, ability, ambition, can make troubles, can make troubles, and can make great changes. He will never Spicazuma was watched by Tzeentch when he came out. Perhaps he was watched by Tzeentch earlier, but the incarnation of Tzeentch appeared at that time and conducted a small trial. In fact, Tzeentch's prediction was correct. Spicazuma has now become the arsenal of the lizardmen, and a steady stream of war equipment and ancient holy devices appeared from there.
But after what happened just now, Tzeentch didn't do anything to Darkus. Maybe he had already done something to him, but he hadn't noticed it yet. On the contrary, Tzeentch favored him...because he didn't go crazy the moment he saw what was behind the door. He became a being alongside Tzeentch to a certain extent? Tzeentch admires him and recognizes him, but he does not regard him as a pawn or an object to be played with. Instead, as he said, he is qualified to be an opponent against Tzeentch, but in the end their interests are the same? Because the changes brought about by his game with Tzeentch are what he and Tzeentch want to see, not what the other three want to see.
This... is more than just winning? This is simply a win...
Darkus can now predict what Tzeentch's face will be like when he laughs at the other three Chaos Evil Gods if that day really comes. When the world is not destroyed but continues to exist like an iron barrel, the one who will gain the most will definitely be Tzeentch. This is in line with Tzeentch's characteristics and what Tzeentch wants to see, because this will continue to produce changes. , more in line with Tzeentch's preferences, after all, the strength of Tzeentch's army lies there. But on the other hand, it may be difficult for the other three to recite the spell, but Nurgle is fine, especially Khorne and Slaanesh.
perhaps? Darkus thought about another possibility. Tzeentch just said that the end of you and your people and your miserable creations has already been decided, just like everything behind this door. Who is this me and my people? Who is the miserable creation of me and my people? It can’t be an elf, right? lizard Man? If it is really a lizard man, then if you look at him and his tribe together, it will be very scary to think about it.
"My actual identity and deep identity in this world is the Ancient Saint? A lost Ancient Saint, Ashoranka has returned in the way I am now? This is very..., maybe... like this It makes sense, just like Sotek and the Horned Rat appeared in another way, but this is too... right, why didn't I ask the almighty Tzeentch just now?"
Darkus thought. When he got here, he showed the expression of an old man on the subway looking at his mobile phone. Then he stopped thinking about it. After he got here, he could think about it slowly.
The strange thing is that after the team entered the swamp, the palace did not disappear, but was still there, right there, neither far nor near. What appeared to Darkus was more of a swamp, extending as far as his eyes could see. It feels like the palace is moving, with the palace running in front and the team chasing behind. It's like the team is fighting against a wall, wandering around in the swamp.
Moreover, the swamp under the team's feet was also very strange. The swamp seemed to be alive, trying to suck them into the embrace of liquid. The swamp under their feet was like sticky porridge. Fortunately, they did not step into the swamp, but used the water walking spell to walk on the swamp. Nurglings were constantly harassing them. Whenever the team stopped, the Nurglings were like naughty children, giggling and throwing dirty things at them while emerging from the swamp.
There are also some Nurglings dancing in the extreme remote areas of the team as if to welcome the arrival of the team. It's like the swamps refuse to drag their filthy bodies into their own filth, letting them walk like a procession on water.
"Dear." Drusala walked up behind Darkus and whispered. When Darkus' attention was attracted to her, she said again, "There is no meaning here, between our heartbeats, The entire swamp is changing, and it all seems to be decided by the God of Plague." "It seems that he doesn't like our arrival?"
The elves also discovered something was wrong. They felt like they were walking in a circle. No real progress has been made. They cursed this unnatural realm, a swamp they felt had no order and obeyed no logic. They try to understand, but they soon realize it is a hopeless and crazy thing, and just trying to understand the rules that govern this land makes their brains burn and boil. Perhaps this is the essence of the dark evil god, a thing that no one can control, a crazy thing, a chaotic thing.
"If our eyes and ears fail, then what should we believe? The nose? Or magical magic?" Darkus stopped walking, stood there, turned around and looked behind him and asked his companions, and then he continued Said, "Maybe it was a wrong decision not to let Ren come."
As Darkus spoke, the rotten wood beside him exploded, and swarms of termites crawled out of the shattered shelter. This piece of rotten wood was like a signal, and soon a large amount of rotten wood appeared in the swamp, and these rotten wood exploded like firecrackers. But soon these rotten wood disappeared again, and the swamp once again presented the previous scene, the same reeds, the same terrible sky, the same mud, making the entire swamp look like a mirror, just opposite to the beautiful scenery reflected by the salt lake.
"This may... be some kind of hallucination. Our senses and second vision betray us. Our senses will tell us that nothing has changed and we are still locked in the trap." After Alyssa finished speaking, she put her hand in the original Of course she didn't call Kukulkan in her satchel, and Kukulkan, who continued to sleep, was not brought in at all. She took out an ivory, strange words appeared on her lips, and her face was constantly changing, distorting, and suffering from the words. After a moment, she opened her eyes, stared at the tusks, then raised her head, stared into the swamp and said.
"I can feel that the earth here is very weak and is hovering on the edge of death. It tells me how to get out of here, but... I don't know if this earth is really the earth or some other existence. I can't foresee what will happen next. Where is the road."
"There seems to be no other way now. Please guide us in the direction. Don't be stressed."
After a while, under Alyssa's guidance, the swamp around the team finally broke open, and the diseased weeds and withered vines succumbed to the ground, losing even the ability to reproduce. When the team crossed the edge of the depressed swamp, the scene in front of them changed again, and there was only mocking filthy water ahead.
A thick layer of green scum floats over the lifeless lake like the scab on a festering wound. Darkus stared again and saw that it was scum but not scum. In addition to the scum, there is also a twisted tower standing on the lake. The tower rises high from the lake, grasping the sky tightly like a curved claw, as if to stand side by side with the black and green sky, but The strange thing is that the foundation of the tower disappears into the lake, just like the floating tower standing in the lake. He couldn't see what stone the tower was made of. The walls were wrapped in scum and vines. The plants surrounding the outer layer of the tower seemed to be alive. Green objects were falling down, forming scum on the lake.
After watching it for a while, Darkus felt his eyes were itchy. He could clearly feel that the floating tower exuded an atmosphere of obvious despair and decline. He looked at the vast lake and the sour water again, his face twisted in disgust.
"It seems that we will need to cut wood to cross the river." Darkus joked, then walked to the edge of the swamp and used the Trident of the Sea to cut down a huge piece of weeds. He used the tip of the halberd to peel off the stems and the weeds The curved pollen flesh was exposed. After taking a look, he continued, "It seems that my plan has failed. There is no wood around here. I don't think this dirty thing will float. Besides, we don't need it. We have magical magic."
Healing one's own pain is a vital skill in the wild, but this skill may not work here. The plague will enter the broken flesh at an incredible speed, produce gangrene, and import viruses into the blood vessels. The impact of the plague It should not be underestimated, this is...what a gift."
The elves looked at the nagging Darkus. They were confused by Darkus' actions and words. Darkus was mysterious and unreasonable. Cheating's demeanor left them confused as to Darkus' true intentions.
"Don't look at me like that. It makes me very embarrassed. I just tried another way to adjust the tense and depressing atmosphere, but it doesn't seem to work. Instead, it feels like my personality has collapsed?" Darkwu After Si finished speaking, he laughed. After he finished laughing, he instantly became serious. He shouted, "Okay, don't look at me! Look at the lake! According to the previous arrangement, stand separately and the underwater things will come out to welcome you." We are here!"
The moment Darkus looked at the lake, he noticed something under the water. Although he didn't know what it was, he could feel it was very big. Now he only hopes that this ghost place like a copy can Less so-called BOSS.
The surface of the lake began to boil violently, and the originally dirty water was disturbed by a restless turmoil. The lake began to churn, and green scum danced in the eddies, creating a chaotic scene. This disturbance gradually escalates, eventually forming a huge eddy, and smelly bubbles burst on the surface of the water.
Water bursts out in a column of water riddled with holes as a vast and terrifying geyser surges rapidly up from the rotting depths of the lake. This sudden fountain is like an evil opening ceremony, showing the horror hidden in the lake to everything around it.
An ominous atmosphere spread, seeming to indicate that something bad was about to come. The elves suddenly felt that death was close at hand, and they were resisting, resisting the painful hand of despair pressing on them with terrible power. They could feel their souls withering, and when their eyes fell on the lake, something like a mountain appeared.
With a roar, a boiling hiss roared on the lake, and the deafening sound continued to impact the elves standing on the shore. Although most of the object was still under the sour water, the portion of the object leaking out was still huge.
A huge dragon body emerged from the lake, with huge legs supporting bones and scales, dripping with sticky liquid. The limbs gradually extended like boulders to form a solid armored body, and a thick and barbed tail kept slapping the lake surface. A thick neck, wider than a massive ship, stretched from the front of the monster, ending in a long reptilian head.
"Dragon?"
The structure on the dragon's neck was indescribable to the elves. It was like three pieces of foul-smelling meat rising side by side, entangled around the neck, forming a disgusting mess. And the so-called head is even more terrifying, as if the skulls of three monsters have melted and merged into one. Six huge horns protrude irregularly and wildly from the skull, and the huge mandible is lined with four rows of teeth, as if another entity has been fused to one side of its normal mouth.
However, what disgusts the elves the most are the eyes of this giant dragon. In the center of the skull, in a huge and turbid yellow eye socket, six black pupils are swimming and turning around, like beetles in a bottle in the dirty substance. struggling.
As the dragon roared, some of the pupils struggled hard and focused on Darkus and his companions, staring at them angrily and ferociously.
"This thing that makes me sick seems to be... welcoming us?" Darkus still made a joke that was not funny at such a tense moment.
Longan's fading gaze scanned the shore, its black pupils spinning wildly like rotten jelly. After it took a step, the lake surface trembled under its weight. Darkus could see the monster's rotting skin quivering as it moved, the scales seeming to be filled with rotting flesh, attracting buzzing insects.
"I don't think it still has the ability to speak, so let's give it a name." Cowell, who had already spread out his stance and held the Blade of Reality in both hands, whistled and said jokingly.
"What a great idea. The next battle will be a great epic worthy of being sung! Ah~ What does our great bard think of this?" Darkus, standing on the other side, responded with a smile and a chant.
"Urita?" Tolandir shouted in response. The wood spirit in his lute was not preserved in the end. When he told the wood spirit about the danger, the wood spirit ran away as a matter of course. ...and ran away without looking back.
Urita represented destruction, conquest, and sacrifice of innocents in the language of the elves. Darkus didn't think it was a good name, especially the last one, but that didn't matter now.
Because Urita seemed to sense the disgust of the elves, its pupils shrank evilly, and its huge leathery flesh with scales closed on its sides. Suddenly, its disgusting body suddenly exploded, and the stench continuously hit the elves, and secretions flowed out of the elves' eyes and noses involuntarily. It still raised its head as before, its bubbling roar echoing in the dead black-green sky. Then, it jumped up, and its huge body was like a giant seal chrysalis heading towards the shore.
"Don't let what happened before happen again, otherwise we will really have to stay here." Darkus looked at the rushing Urita and reminded him. The warrior system he arranged before coming in was originally to protect the caster system. As a result, the magic did not work in that vaguely remembered passage. Instead, the warriors spread out their formation and went up to chop. It was okay just now, it was just a group of bugs, but it almost turned over. Now it is different. This is a mutated dragon.
In this world, which race knows the dragon best? Elf? wrong! It's a dwarf! After experiencing the Battle of Longbeard, the dwarves who were sprayed by Ulthuan's fire dragon in the open area learned a profound truth that they will never forget. The best way to deal with a giant dragon in an open area is to use another giant dragon. confrontation. Instead of using ground ballistae or axes.
Of course, this sentence is somewhat ambiguous, but this does not affect the terrifying lethality of the dragon.