When the thing that appeared shivered and landed on the ground, the elves vaguely saw the entity of the thing in the flickering light. There appears to be mass in the thing within the light, but no shape or form. They could see the rippling matter within the light twisting and writhing, as if consumed by some inner fire.
Soon the things in the light took shape and form, revealing eyes and tusks, horns and spines, swishing tails and drooling mouths.
"This?"
"What's going on?"
The elves looked at each other and then turned to look at Darkus. Like Darkus, they were confused by the situation in front of them. They didn't know whether they should fight or not. What are you doing...
Darkus raised his hand and signaled the elves not to make any move yet. He was also confused now. He thought he had the confidence and courage to calmly face any situation, quickly and comprehensively understand the reality, and analyze many Ability to create feasible solutions, then determine the best solution and implement it effectively. But... what is the situation in front of me? This was once again beyond his comprehension.
The thing that appeared not far from the elves was none other than the Screaming Flying Shark, the iconic product of the Tzeentch faction. It was a flying demon fish that exuded a shimmering light and looked a bit like a mutated purple manta ray. The edges of their flat bodies are covered with sharp barbs and horns, and their tails extend behind them and end in a mace-like horn. Wherever they fly, they leave behind streaks of color that make them easy to spot.
Screaming flying sharks ride on the magical winds like birds on the wind. They roam the tides of magic, preying on the shadow souls of mortal creatures, as well as Chaos Furies or other unfortunate magical creatures. Once they catch their prey, they can tear it into pieces in an instant.
However, now these screaming flying sharks have stopped after appearing not far away from the elves. They have not attacked the elves. They are not intelligent creatures. They survive only by instinct and are not attracted by the emotions of the elves. They flow towards pain, love and Where hate is most intense, taste the taste of elf emotions. It just hung there quietly, swaying its tail, looking at the elves with greedy and longing eyes.
"If... I guessed correctly, they are inviting us? Although they have a bad temper..." Tolandir, who saw the Screaming Flying Shark for the first time, said in a surprised tone.
"So...now?" Lindyalok looked at Darkus and asked cautiously. Although he was the lord of the Frostfall area, he was not the commander of this operation. He had no experience in this area, nor did he He believes that he has the wisdom and talent to lead his companions to close the rift and get out of here.
Although the crow appeared and disappeared, making Darkus appear more mysterious in the eyes of Lindyalok, he still chose to believe in Darkus. He couldn't express the reason for this, but he just believed in Darkus, at least for now.
Darkus still didn't say anything. He waved to the elves again not to take action. He boldly walked towards the screeching flying shark closest to him and extended his hand to the screeching flying shark. The screeching flying shark followed. His movements made a drooling sound. The Screaming Flying Shark got closer to the sticky land, so close that it was close to the ground. Close enough that he could jump directly onto the Screaming Flying Shark's back. He could feel the sharp scream. The hungry nature of the Howling Shark was once again being controlled with all its strength.
However, Darkus did not jump up immediately. Purple-blue fireworks shone in his eyes. The Screaming Flying Shark underwent physical changes in the fireworks. After a moment, the Screaming Flying Shark retained its flat bat shape. The ray-shaped magic disk of Tzeentch appeared, and the Eye of Tzeentch on the disk was staring at him. He could vaguely feel the meaning behind the Eye of Tzeentch looking at him.
The essence of Tzeentch's Discs is demons, demons who serve Tzeentch. They transform from ordinary screaming flying sharks into huge disk-like shapes, and become the mounts of those Tzeentch believers in a better form. They float in the swirling clouds of energy that make up the Realm of Chaos, invisible shadowy beings on this crazy plane, evil and indifferent. They are ordered by the dark master, but that's it. The magic disk can ride on the dust, but they still retain their instinctive nature. If the rider is not careful, it will lead to tragic scenes. Perhaps this is what Tzeentch desires. See the changes.
"Oh~, a magical mount." Darkus sighed. He knew about the Magic Disk of Tzeentch. He knew that sometimes Tzeentch would send these demons to the mortal world, and some mortal knights of doom would ride this thing. Entering the battle, Tzeentch can also send the magic disk to the mortal world, and he can also bring the magic disk back to the Chaos Demon Realm, but he will bring some mortal riders with him when he comes back. This is really... a great honor. And now he knows that the magic disk is actually transformed from the screaming flying shark, which is very Tzeentch.
Darkus doesn't know Tzeentch's plan. Maybe Tzeentch wants to send Joy away? Send him back to the mortal world? Or has it changed again and invited them to visit the Crystal Maze? As Tzeentch said when he left, time is really running out. He stopped thinking and walked to the Tzeentch Disk. He found that he seemed to have no choice but to swim across the lake? Mopan made a wet, hungry sound as he felt his weight on him, but Mopan made no move to topple it.
"Is this how we will enter the palace next?" Belloda asked after swallowing, her voice trembling with excitement and fear. She couldn't express her inner feelings now. She felt... absurd and scared. The development of things was completely beyond the scope of what she could understand, but she wanted to step on it like Darkus.
"Otherwise? It seems that we just wasted too much time. We can either walk across the lake, or fly over on this thing. Or..." Darkus stood on the Tzeentch Demonic Disk. Kaishou shrugged and said, and at the end he looked at Drusala. After seeing Drusala shaking her head at him, he nodded. He knew that his previous proposal was useless. He then said, "Maybe There is a third way, we fly across the lake through the Bridge of Shadows or group levitation... But" he shrugged again.
The elven spellcasters nodded. They knew what Darkos meant, but they knew that this was impossible. The spells could not allow them to cross the lake.
"Will they take us across the lake? It seems there is no other way. I believe you, just like before." After finishing speaking, Lindyalok walked straight to the Tzeentch Magic Disk that had completed the transformation.
Lindyalok suppressed his fear and trampled the Disk of Tzeentch under his feet. As he stepped on the Disk's back, a smell of incense rose from the demon's unholy essence. He could feel the Disk talking nonsense to him, and he was filled with disgust when he realized that the Disk's mad whispers were mingled with the words and voices of mortals.
Thousands of small eyes opened along the body of the magic disk, each eye staring at Lindyalok with evil hunger. But that was all. The magic disk did not devour him, but shook slightly with some discomfort. His whispers became more dirty and filthy. He was resisting, but had no choice but to curse and dispel his anger.
The ground continued to tremble, as if it was about to collapse, and the number of pits increased rapidly with the speed of the tremors.
After the elves were all in position with various moods, the Tzeentch demonic disk group began to move, rushing into the sky at high speed like flaming arrows.
"If I still have my trident, can I COS play the Doomsday Knight now? By the way, I still need a shield."
Just as Darkus was thinking about it, the Tzeentch magic disk group changed its direction and began to speed through. swamp. The festering swamp disappeared under their feet so fast that the elves could not effectively capture it with their sight. Soon, the Tzeentch Demonic Pans flew above the lake, crossed the floating tower, and headed towards the palace in the distance that seemed to be impossible to reach.
However, as the Tzeentchian disks flew over the filthy waters, they began to tremble violently.
Darkus could clearly feel that the magic disk under his feet was losing speed, and he could feel that the power of the magic disk was losing. He once again realized the evil here. If he had really used magic just now, they might have fallen into the water and become the dragon's playthings. Nurgle's evil magic was weakening the Tzeentch discs. He glanced back and watched as one of the discs that was not carrying an elf lost its light. Tzeentch's material, blackened by Nurgle's disease, fell from the sky and fell into into the poisonous embrace of the lake.
"Do something," Darkus yelled.
At this time, not only Darkus, but also the elves on the magic disk noticed something unusual. They no longer maintained their majestic appearance, but chose to squat down and reach out to pull the outer arc of the magic disk. The elven spellcasters put their hands into their satchels and pressed their hands on the star stone, activating the magical wind stored in the star stone to supply the magic disks under their feet and around them.
Tolandil simply sat directly on the magic disk of Tzeentch. He tried to control himself and tried not to think about what would happen if the magic disk under his feet fell into the water. He tried to divert his attention and look into the distance. He locked his gaze on the jagged spiers of the palace and watched the palace slowly approach.
Soon, a terrible wail of pain drew Tolandir's eyes away from the tower. To his upper left, a disk seemed to have suddenly malfunctioned and fell straight towards the lake. He stared in horror. With his eyes, he saw that the Druchi he was familiar with was also falling, but he could do nothing now.
Cowell felt the changes in the magic disk under his feet, and he began to panic. He knew that once he fell into the lake, he would die here, and Darkus could not save him even if he wanted to. Fortunately, he still maintained a trace of calmness despite the panic. He saw Shakara's whip and Kallion's noose being thrown towards him. He tried to grab the whip, but unfortunately, he missed it. Fortunately, there was no way to stop him, and Carlion's noose accurately circled his arm.
The Tzeentch Demonic Disk under Kalien's feet suddenly swayed after receiving an extra weight, and then a group of purple-blue flames attached to the noose. Carlion, who was pulling the noose with all his strength, knew that the magic disk under his feet was becoming restless, but he had no time to pay attention to it. He didn't even have time to stamp his feet fiercely. He knew that the magic disk under his feet could not bear two people at the moment. The weight of elves.
The skills he had cultivated on the Disaster Walker chariot for a long time allowed Kalien to remain on the ground on the violently shaking magic disk. He looked at the other empty magic disk below, and he controlled the noose before the noose broke. Before, swung it over.
The noose was burned by the flames. Fortunately, Kalien successfully swung out at the last moment. Cowell, who was swinging in the air, felt that the terrifying sense of loss of control disappeared. He knew that there was a spellcaster to make up for him. He cast a floating spell, but he ignored it and directly stretched out his hand to grab the break of the magic disk beside him.
Cowell just breathed a sigh of relief and tried to climb up the magic disk, but he soon saw a horrific scene that he would never forget. The horrific scene in front of him made him almost forget to breathe. The giant dragon hidden under the lake suddenly rose into the air from the water, and its huge twisted body formed a black shadow in mid-air, showing its astonishing size and terrifying momentum.
Cowell could feel the wet gas spurting out from the dragon's huge mouth, and the stench that filled the air was almost unbearable to him. His heart was beating wildly, as if he could feel the presence of the dragon close at hand. The dangerous scene made him almost unable to believe what was happening in front of him.
The abyss under the lake seemed to swallow everything, and Cowell struggled on the edge of life and death. If it hadn't been for what happened just now, he might have been swallowed by the dragon's belly at this moment. The thrilling scene between life and death made him almost unable to believe his eyes. He stabilized his body with difficulty and climbed onto the magic disk. Under the intense emotional stimulation, he shouted hysterically. The magic disk under him, which felt his emotions, was also shaking left and right in response to him.
The elves who were paying attention to Kewell were soon drawn to their attention again when a black cloud appeared between them and the palace. The rapidly forming cloud rushed straight towards them. It may be the reason why the magic disk slowed down. The speed of the cloud was so fast in their eyes. Soon they realized that it was not a cloud. Their hearing was filled with a deafening buzz. It was millions of people. The buzz of a fly.
The furry, biting things swirled around them as the cloud engulfed the elves and the magic disk. With experience, they stretched out their hands and swatted these nasty flies, crushing them with their fingers and grinding them into a paste. But for every fly they crushed, hundreds of flies surrounded them, gnawing at their exposed flesh with their beaks. Facing this filthy mass of life, they could only close their eyes and struggle to breathe through their nostrils that were about to be blocked. Suddenly, shrill cries drowned out the buzzing of flies, and the cries continued to reach the ears of the elves. Hundreds of voices screamed in the leprous-like clouds.
At that moment, the flies that wrapped the elves flew away. They squinted their eyes and looked nearby. They could see that at some point, a group of crows, eagles and vultures appeared, tearing the flies apart with their beaks and claws. As if they saw a mortal enemy, they risked their lives to pounce on the birds that could pose a fatal threat to them. A battle that was destined to be hopeless for both sides began, but at least this allowed them to get rid of Nurgle's flies.
"What the hell is this? My feelings are really helping me." Darkus spat. He squinted his eyes and looked at the fighting birds and flies and muttered in a low voice. He felt that he was exposed. The skin in the air was covered with small bite marks, but he didn't care so much. He knew that he could recover as long as he could get out of here.
At this time, the palace was very close, close enough for Darkus to see clearly the weird details of the palace, the polished bones that made up the walls, and the iron nails that covered the battlements. The rotten flesh trembling on the spikes still has some obscene life attached to it.
The Demonic Disk of Tzeentch was still flying stumblingly, rushing towards a large balcony overlooking the diseased lake. Darkus felt that the red, glistening substance looked more like raw muscle than stone or wood. He even had a vision in his mind of those primitive muscles quivering with excitement as the magic disk flew over them, and for a moment, the muscles seemed to grow arms and pull the magic disk down from the sky.
Darkus broke away from the hallucination, and he knew they had arrived. The magic disk was swaying and slowly suspended on the ground, hovering above the dirty floor. He forced himself to get off the demon's back. As the commander of this operation, he would be the first of them to step into the palace.
The iron boots scraped against the leather-like floor, leaving blood stains on the bruised flesh. Darkus noticed the floor, and then looked at the wailing and groaning walls and the ceiling dripping with filth. He knew that this place was not built by mortals. Only demons would use living flesh to build castles.
The elves also got off the demon's body, some stood firmly, and some fell to the rotten and bloody floor. Cowell had not yet escaped from the danger just now. He was cursing and kicking the ground. Fortunately, he did not slash the ground with the blade of reality, because maybe he was really crazy.
Colonia looked at the dirty floor and at the groaning walls. Some emaciated corpses, fused together by some evil magic, struggled to free themselves from the walls, pleading with a hundred tongues to kill them and return them to peace. She showed a disgusted expression, then turned around and stared at the hovering Tzeentch Disk. She could feel a terrible, expectant aura from these terrible demons. The hungry eyes of the Demon Disk were even hotter than before, but She felt those eyes on her brother again.
Darkus, who felt something, turned around and faced off against the Tzeentch Demon Pans. He knew that something he wanted to see might be about to happen. However, what surprised him was that despite the Magic Pan's eagerness, the Magic Pan did not attack, but spun rapidly on the spot and then left the platform.
After observing the surrounding environment, the elves all looked at Darkus in unison, their eyes filled with doubts and shock at the incredible experience they had just experienced.
Darkus felt the gazes of his companions. He knew what was expressed in their gazes. He knew that his companions were about to say: You are not the chosen one of Tzeentch? And you said you have no contact with Tzeentch? After all, this experience was too incredible for the elves. What was originally considered an eternal enemy had just become their comrades. The demons belonging to Tzeentch actually sent them to their destination safely and soundly. This transformation made the elves I couldn't help but have deep doubts.
This...if this were told, he would definitely be considered crazy. If Belloda returned to Ulthuan and told the group of Hoth Sword Masters who acted as secret police, they would not be like the Empire. The witch hunter was as extreme as tying her to the stake and burning her to death. Instead, he adopted an even more extreme method, charging directly at her with a weapon and chopping her into mincemeat. However, this outrageous thing did happen.
Franais and Alyssa were both a little shaken at this moment. The three brothers and sisters were the first to follow Dacus. They all knew about Dacus, but it was their knowledge that made them have doubts. The two of them recalled everything they had done before in their confused minds. A crow appeared on Darkus's shoulder more than once. What kind of existence was the crow? Mora'ig? Or Tzeentch? Maybe only Darkus knows.
But something feels wrong. Franais and Alyssa have fought side by side with Darkus more than once. They have fought the Chaos Demon more times than they can count on one hand. They have established contact with the lizard people and recovered. The spiritual network, creating our era, etc., are all contrary to chaos. To say that Darkus is not Druchi, they must be convinced, because Darkus's various actions completely refreshed their understanding of Druchi, but to say that Darkius is Chaos and destruction, they will have a big question mark.
Maybe there is something deeper, something that Franais and Alyssa don't understand, that involves the nature of the world, just like the conversation by the lake. But that's not important to them or their family. What's important is that after they devoted their loyalty to Darkus, everything about them was changing, and these changes were what they wanted to see. They saw it. The revival of the Takaia family saw the hope of returning to Ulthuan, and more importantly, they saw the shadow of Aenarion in Darkos.
As long as Darkus still needs the loyalty of the Takaia family, they will offer their loyalty to Darkus, because Darkus conquered them with actions. In their opinion, no Druchi in Nagaros can compete with Darkus can't stand up to him, not even the Witch King. No matter what happens ahead and in the future, they will choose to follow, just like they will follow Darkus to this unknown place. Although it is scary here and many terrible things have happened, if they can be lucky enough to return to their own After the world, when Darkus chooses to come back next time, they will still choose to follow him, and they will also choose to create their own era and glorious deeds with Darkus.
Facing the eyes of the elves, Darkus opened his mouth to say something, but he hesitated. He didn't know what to say. He felt that all explanations were feeble. Are Tzeentch and Nurgle antagonistic? Does Tzeentch want to see them destroy this place? Does Tzeentch want him to return to the mortal world to play against him? Maybe he doesn't have to explain anything at all?
At this moment, Darkus's mood was changing drastically. He felt that he might have been affected by the environment here. A cloud of failure shrouded his heart, and deep despair took root in his heart. Perhaps there is a gap buried in the heart of his companion at this moment. He admits that Tzeentch has won this round. It is not a shameful thing to admit defeat. Moreover, his opponent is the existence of the Chaos Evil God and the Great Demon level, not just one.
While the two brothers and sisters of the Takaia family were thinking a lot, the elves were also thinking. Soon the Druchi no longer looked at Darkeus with doubtful eyes. Instead, they straightened their chests and approached Darkeus in an orderly manner according to the Druchi etiquette. Franais and Baine met Darkus's gaze, tapping the ground with their halberds firmly, responding to their leader. Wherever Darkus looked, the Druchi were responding with firmness and trust. Drew LS walked up to Darkus and grabbed his hand, conveying deep trust.
Under the leadership of Lindyalok and Kaia, the Enils also stepped forward one after another. Like Druch, they showed a firm and unified stance. Lindyalok and Kaia looked at Darkus, an emotion of trust and expectation flickering in their eyes, while the Enils expressed tacit understanding and support.
All eyes were focused on Darkus, and it seemed that all the doubts and worries disappeared at this moment, replaced by a united force to face the unknown ahead together. This scene is filled with a cohesive force, as if all the elves, from different places, are integrated into a whole, working hard for a common goal.
Darkus was a little confused by this sudden change. He was still confused one second, but trusting the next second. There was no dialogue, so why did it turn around so fast. He could only attribute this turn of events to his companions' recognition of his previous actions.
"My brother, our time..." Colonia suddenly stopped mid-sentence. She looked up into the distance, towards the direction of the swamp.
At the same time, all the elves looked over there, which was still changing rapidly. The mysterious cracks bloomed in the air, and the entire space seemed to be torn in half by some invisible hand. Violet and sky-blue light billowed in the sky, forming a deep and mysterious vortex. A powerful wave of energy spread out from the vortex, distorting the surrounding light and shadow, filling the air with a mysterious atmosphere.
As the cracks expanded, a huge energy impact caused a loud noise that resounded between heaven and earth, and a howling wind swept past. The dark green sky disappeared, replaced by a completely lit sky, illuminating the space as if it were daytime.
A force gradually seeped out along with deep screams and roars. The figure was twisted and strange, and demons full of evil aura poured out of the cracks. They have different appearances, some are hideous and ugly, while others are like monsters in nightmares.
The first ones to appear were the swarms of screaming flying sharks, and the raging Chaos Demon that kept roaring wildly and bursting out with evil energy, appearing in the purest form of chaos. Then a fire-breathing flying vehicle pulled by a group of blazing screaming flying sharks appeared, like a blazing meteor. Darkus knew that it was the flame-bathed chariot of Tzeentch carrying the fire demon and the warlock.
The Tzeentch Fire Demon, whose body is covered with twisted faces and can annihilate the existence of its enemies with the fire of chaos that distorts reality, also appears. What followed closely was the fearful monster jumping and making noise in the air.
As the cracks continued to tear apart, the tall and ever-changing Demon Lord appeared in a standing flying state. The most powerful of all the demons of Tzeentch, they are terrifying bird-like demons capable of wielding horrific magical powers to further their master's plans. With a wave of their hands they tear the boundaries between Chaos and Morality, or destroy their enemies in storms of fire.
Seeing this, Darkus couldn't help but take a breath. He saw a colorful and ever-changing demon king. If he judged correctly, this might be Amon Jega? Then he saw an even more horrifying scene. The second All-Changing Demon Lord appeared, and then the third All-Changing Demon Lord appeared. The third All-Changing Demon Lord was a little different from the first two because it was longer. Two heads.
These Tzeentchian daemons spun and circled in the air, forming ranks. After sorting out the formation, he quickly rushed towards the other direction of the space. Darkus could see the direction in which the Tzeentch demon was rushing, and the sky was being violently torn apart, exuding an ominous black and purple color.
The faces of the elves became solemn, especially the spellcasters. They knew that with a wave of their claws, the bird-shaped demons would release a violent whirlpool of flames that would sweep across the battlefield, or directly open the door to the Chaos Demon Realm. , pulling more warriors screaming in fear toward the abyss of destruction. Those powerful bird-shaped demons are all magical entities. The power given by Tzeentch surges in the demon's body, just like the blood in the body of mortal creatures.
The important thing is that almost no mages of all disciplines in the world can compete with these bird-shaped demons. Those opponents who engage in magical contests with bird-shaped demons will soon turn into crystal statues with frightened expressions or a pile of gurgling and bubbling flesh. paste.
"I'm Carlos Fateweaver, I'm Amon Jagga, I'm... coming to help at my Lord's command! Tzeentch and Slaanesh are fighting on Nurgle's territory, right? So I'm afraid this time Whose side will I take?" Darkus thought as he looked at the terrifying scene in the distance. He knew that this terrifying lineup was definitely not for him and his companions, because it didn't need to be so gorgeous.
When they were on the lake before, those screaming flying sharks that turned into magic disks could send them away happily. Even Tzeentch didn't need to do anything. The appearance of Tzeentch's luxurious lineup here was probably... for Darkus Delay time. He is not narcissistic. Apart from the four gods of chaos fighting each other, he can't think of any other possibility.
"Sir, this?"
"You're not here for us. Let's go. We have to finish our work and leave this hellish place." Darkus shrugged and said indifferently.
"Sir, what?"
"As the person before said, we don't have much time left. You know me, and you have fought against the Chaos Demon or the Prince more than once, except in Luschi. That time, Krakalund and Grond came to me both times. When I came here, it was impossible for that person not to notice, and this is the other person's territory. We have to fight against them. Deal with it when you get up."
Tzeentch's actions proved something in disguise, but at this time, Darkus was too lazy to explain anything. He chose to show off and do whatever he liked. After he finished speaking, he stopped and waved to Baine and Franais.