Chapter 215 65. Nemesis of Slaanesh
"I speak of fate~" Darkus sat by the window holding Drusala and looked at the collapsing spire in the distance. He suddenly sang with emotion, but he only sang It stops abruptly after one sentence because he knows how to sing it!
Drusala looked inexplicably as Darkus muttered words she didn't understand. She was sure that the language did not belong to any language she knew.
"Are you a prophet?" Darkus asked.
"No, I don't have the gift of a prophet." Drusala shook her head and said, then put her head close to Darkus's arms.
"Not the best." Darkus thought of Malus' mother Eldir, the origin of all tragedies. In the script he knew, she was a sorceress and a prophet. In order to confirm her prediction, she This created the beginning of Malus's life of loneliness, suffering and pain. Of course, this "misery" was viewed by him with the moral concepts of his previous life.
In Darkus' opinion, the prophet Eldir's slutty moves are the same as Lilith's. Or is it that all prophets are like this? After you get a prophecy, you have to find ways to confirm it and keep revising it. What’s the result? Even if you don’t say it, it usually ends in tragedy. In his opinion, the whole process was just walking a tightrope and throwing himself into the street after being disturbed. He didn't do anything at all. He just made a fake soul dagger and then... . .
Therefore, Malus and Nagalia can be let go and let them embrace their respective destinies, but Eldir Bale, the prophet, must die!
It's better to use Moraygo Heg. This "divine weaver" and "soulkeeper" can see everything and can interpret the secrets of the future through the stars. Darkus, a person who was not destined by fate, actually became her divine choice, but she never interfered or inspired Darkus. Instead, she kept adding pressure on Darkus and doing what she could to surround him. This group of divine choices may be the best proof.
"People's hearts, changes, conspiracies, desires, rights, calculations, ambitions, destiny, a prophecy and a damn prophecy, isn't this all living together?" Go to the north and meet Zhakan, the patricide and the tortured Malu Si, these things that were done to confirm the prophecy were full of irony and ridicule in the eyes of Darkus, especially Malus and those Druch who turned the tide in this battle full of conspiracy and doomed to failure seemed so absurd and ridiculous. It is pale and powerless. The more you try to turn the tide and the more you try your best, the more you will become like a joke in front of these terms and become a pitiful victim.
And Malus is just a microcosm of Druch society, a portrayal, a symbol, a symbol, just a very typical representative. No matter whether his name is Malus, Russ the donkey, Russ the mule or Horus, it cannot change this huge whirlpool that is turning all the time.
If the angle is raised a little higher, isn't this miserable world a colosseum for the four gods and the gods?
"Don't you know that the spoiled son of Burroughs ran back to the Nagol? Bless him for his destiny!" Darkus suddenly muttered inexplicably while looking at the fire still burning in the city and another toppled spire. One sentence.
"Follan? He's just a poor guy who was fooled. He doesn't deserve your pity." Drusala couldn't help but sigh after hearing what Darkus said.
"Barrus Baal, Ferlan Baal, Eldir Baal, Lunala, Lehan and his retinue, and Lehan's children, Brugliel, Isvar, Yasmeer, Nagalia, Ulay, Malus, Draka and the dignitaries of the eight families, tusk tusk." Darkus couldn't help but sigh, and he suddenly thought again, "Did this change when Malekith gave the order at the beginning? The ending was destined? Is this also fate?" "
Drusala, do you say I am Druch?" Darkus suddenly Asked, although he is from Druchi, he has always been flaunting himself as a descendant of Nagaris. He has never been to Druchi's traditional entertainment such as the House of Flesh and the Casino, and those arenas and fighting games. He would attend the zoo only when necessary.
Moreover, he was born in a family with a Southern Italian mother, Anasara. While Dacus was influencing the Druch around him, these Druch around him were also influencing him. Although he lives in Druchi society, his origin and ancestral gifts make him feel that he is a non-mainstream Druchi and seems so nondescript. What he has experienced cannot represent the typical traditional Druchi like Malus. strange.
"Strictly speaking, it doesn't count! I can't feel the characteristics that Druchi should have when I'm around you. You have the kindness that Druchi doesn't have." Drusala raised her head and looked at Daluqi seriously. After a moment, Keus said thoughtfully.
"Mercy? Hahaha. It's late, let's rest. I have to deal with Isvar tomorrow." Darkus said with a smile, change? He doesn't want to, he thinks it's good to be like this now. As a post-90s Druchi, he is not mainstream.
(I didn’t want to write this paragraph at first, but it seems... let’s talk about it. This big chapter is about Druch, the trajectory of Malus, the protagonist’s experience in Hagrid, people’s hearts, changes, etc. They all correspond, and all the elements are present. It doesn’t matter whether Malus is Malus or not, he is just a symbol, a symbol, a manifestation. Writing about battles is not to express how brave he is, but how sad he is. . But people don’t seem to like to watch it? It’s still something they like to see. And there are some things that can’t be written about the protagonist, but that’s the case with Druch. He wrote a chapter about torture in dreams and even blocked it for me. Now, too. Not many readers like to read about the protagonist who is bitter and hateful, and this is an online article! It should be fun! But it doesn’t seem to be fun. Hands down) - The
conquerors have returned victoriously, and dozens of Druchi dignitaries The flag is hoisted in the courtyard of Nightdower Castle. Pens filled with captured slaves filled the ruined streets, squares and courtyards.
Darkus was sitting on the throne that once belonged to Draka Night Governor, looking down at the dignitaries with different expressions below. His face was strangely pale at this moment, and he looked extremely weak. He was surrounded by retinues and sorceresses. These Druchi, who had been having a night of trouble, were very excited at this time. Only Maranur was not there. The reason for his absence was simple, because he was injured. Like the governor, he was stabbed by the assassins of the Nagol.
Darkus stood up from the throne weakly and made a gesture to welcome Isvar.
The murmur of conversation among the powerful died away immediately, and despite their heavy losses in last night's disaster, they smiled at Isvar. Although they still disagree, they also know that at least for now they have nothing to do with Isvar.
Isvar, who had returned victoriously, had reached the peak of his reputation at this time. He bowed respectfully and accepted Darkeus's approval. A vaguely proud smile appeared on his swollen face, which seemed to be declaring.
"Why do I feel like the banquet was less than the previous night?" Darkus said slowly after looking around the hall.
"Dear Hand of the Witch King, the spire of our family collapsed last night, and my father was buried in the ruins." As soon as Darkus finished speaking, a powerful man walked out of the crowd and knelt down. said on the ground.
"I feel sorry for what happened to your father. After all, I had a very pleasant chat with him the night before." Darkus raised his eyebrows and looked at the powerful man who was complaining. He knew that this was one of the eight powerful people, and he had a vague feeling. An illusion. I don't know why he heard a hint of excitement in the words of this powerful man? He then said something very official and polite. He didn't even know who the father of this powerful man was, but that didn't stop him from saying it falsely.
Afterwards, several other dignitaries came out and knelt on the ground to explain to Darkus the disaster that the family had suffered last night. He only expressed comfort and encouragement, but did not say much.
After a while, no dignitaries came out. They also knew that this ceremony, which was presided over by the Witch King in the absence of Night Governor Draka, was not prepared for them.
"Everyone should listen to the words of His Majesty the Witch King. Isvar has successfully returned from the bloody war between Hagrid Grave and the Nagor. All traces of what we don't like have been erased. He He is the warrior chosen by His Majesty the Witch King. When he speaks, he represents the voice of His Majesty the Witch King. Everyone must obey! Now everyone cheers for him!" Darkus roared weakly.
The dignitaries present cheered in a round of applause, because this was the will of the Witch King's hand, and it was also the will of His Majesty the Witch King. Darkus beat his chest weakly with his fists, and the dignitaries followed his actions.
The female druchis looked at Isvar with smiles, while the male druchis were full of intrigue and jealousy.
Isvar smiled proudly, for he was worthy of acceptance, a sign of his Majesty's brief recognition of himself. He knew how much Soverin Malekith's favor was worth. For now, he might as well enjoy it first.
"Now I have a piece of news for everyone. Our Night Governor of Hagrid Grave was attacked by the assassins of the Nagol in the chaos last night. His life is now in danger. The toxins are spreading in his body and it may not be long before he dies. Guais Haiyai's arms, and my brother and I were also attacked!" As
soon as these words came out, the dignitaries present were in an uproar, and they began to talk. In their opinion, Isvar might not be around for long. They boarded the throne of Night Governor Hagrid Graves. At the same time, they also realized that the Nagor's actions triggered a greater blood feud. After all, the assassin stabbed the Witch King's Hand and the Hellscourge family of Krakarond. Children.
Darkus stood there. After a long time, when the discussion subsided, he took out Malus's bloody Hardrika from his arms and held it up.
Isvar looked at Hardrika with the emblem of the Fallen Blade family in surprise, but he quickly hid this expression. The dignitaries present followed Hardrika's gaze and looked over, and they also saw the emblem on Hardrika.
"The assassin of the Nagor is none other than Malus!" Darkus directly threw Hadrica in front of Isvar, and then said coldly.
There was still uproar and discussion this time, but not as big as before. After all, it didn't matter who the assassin was to the powerful. Hagrid Grave already had an irresolvable blood feud with the Nagor, and now it was nothing more than Coupled with the Hellscourge family and the blood feud between Krakaronde and Nagor, what does this have to do with them?
These dignitaries can guess what the Nagol and Burroughs will face next. No Druch city will accept and provide supplies. After all, Darkus is the hand of the Witch King and the Duruchi. O Druchi Chief Consul, now he has been harmed, breaking another Druchi law. They knew that the Nagor was finished, but it had nothing to do with them. The Nagor had no turn. Instead, they might as well care about the Valahar position that was about to be vacated. "Respected Hand of the Witch King, I will definitely present Malus's rubbish head to you!" Isvar knelt on the ground and began to express his position. He wanted to use the help of Malus's head to make the Witch King The hand recognized him as ascending to the throne of Night Governor.
"Last night's disaster has been clearly investigated. As a wanted cult believer, Nagalia secretly infiltrated into Hagrid Grave last night and caused this terrible disaster in order to take revenge. Unfortunately, she was arrested During the arrest, Nagalia teleported away with Malus, but the bodies of other cult worshipers remained."
The dignitaries present began to digest the information provided by Darkus' words. They all knew that Nakaria The affairs of the Gallia cult were a big deal in Hagrid Grave a while ago, and even the executioners from the Cain Temple were dispatched.
"I want to carry out the corpses of those cult worshipers. Isvar, can you help me identify them?" Darkus sat back on the throne and said carelessly, his tone full of understatement.
"Dear Witch King's Hand, I don't understand what this is..." Isvar's face became serious. This was an accusation. It seemed that the Witch King's Hand already knew something. He tried his best to suppress the feeling in his heart. Feeling panicked, he began to answer calmly.
"Isvar! While you are Hagrid Grave Varahar, you are also the leader of the Hagrid Grave cult. Don't you know what you mean?!" Before Isvar could finish speaking, Da Keus interrupted Isvar's quibble directly and sharply.
"This is a serious accusation. Even if you are the Witch King's hand, you can't accuse me without evidence! This is dirt..." Isvar said in a hurry.
At this time, the eyes of the dignitaries present when they looked at Isvar changed again, like a beast seeing a piece of fat and delicious meat, full of greed and desire, but also hatred. They had also heard some rumors before, lurking in the sea. The leader of Ge Grave's cult is not Nagalia, but someone else. Moreover, the commotion last night was too big, and every family suffered huge losses.
"Enough! Isvar, don't think about sophistry, as long as you do it, there will be evidence! Do you need me to show the evidence now? His Majesty the Witch King will not tolerate a cultist as his Valahar, and you are still Leader of the cult! You have violated the law! Do you know the consequences of deceiving His Majesty the Witch King?" Darkus interrupted Isvar's sophistry sharply again.
Cold sweat broke out on Isvar's forehead. He knew how much Soverin Malekith's favor was worth. But he didn't expect it to come so quickly. How many minutes had it only passed before he could fully enjoy it?
Dorian, who was standing behind Darkus, was already on guard, waiting for the moment to draw his sword and rush out.
But something strange happened in Dorian's heart. He saw the shadow of His Majesty the Witch King on Darkus. His father had once mentioned to him that the Witch-King would impose punishments for indiscretions that should long have been forgotten. His father knew many fear lords. These fear lords were summoned to the Witch King, hoping to be promoted and rewarded. However, the Witch King talked to them about their minor mistakes from centuries ago, and said that they were carrying treason. Propensity.
How similar is this situation? Dorian was a little scared. While serving as Darkus' adjutant, he was also watching Darkus' changes and transformation. He didn't know if the path he chose was the right one, or was there no way ahead at all?
"I...I am!" Isvar had to make his final defense.
"It's a pity! It seems that you didn't listen to what I said. Are you deaf? Normally, your senses should be amplified, and it shouldn't be like this. When I saw you, I smelled a scent of... The disgusting smell, the damn musky smell! I am not only the Hand of the Witch King and the chief consul of Druch! I am also the chosen one! I have banished countless Chaos Demons, and you have no place to hide in front of me. If I You, I will start praying to Him now, after all, I am in front of you. Maybe a portal will appear in front of you? Instead of talking about useless nonsense here!" Darkus shouted angrily. , he was completely immersed in his emotions and entered a state of selfless performance. He suddenly added, "What are you waiting for?" The
dignitaries present were still in shock. Things changed too fast. This was not an award ceremony. ? Why did it become like this within a few minutes? After reacting, they immediately drew out their weapons from their scabbards and began to pounce on Isvar.
Isvar was no longer hiding at this time. He looked at Darkus with viciousness. His body shape began to change and he began to gradually transform into a demon of Slaanesh. His green skin turned black and purple, the tongue in his mouth elongated, and his hands also changed. Clamping.
Unfortunately, before Isvar could finish his transformation, the dignitaries pounced on him and slashed at his beautiful and ugly body with long swords. Before he could scream, more swords struck at him. .
"What the hell is this? A lust demon?! Or that beast? Trash!" Darkus was still sitting on the throne carelessly, watching the scene below. This Isvar died more than Xiang Yu who drew his sword and killed himself. It was so miserable to be torn apart by random blades, and he didn't even make a scream. He didn't even see Isvar's final form clearly, and the four Reaper ballistas pushed out from the side corridor had no value and were pushed back again.
Darkus was raped once by Slaanesh when he was at the forest farm. The Keeper of Secrets did such supermodel stuff and taught him a lesson. Since then, he rarely fights unprepared battles. He had to make detailed arrangements and make complete preparations every time, but in the end, Isvar was not very good at it. He thought that as a leader, he must not transform into a four-armed demon or something? Then fight hard. He suddenly thought of the extinct Heart Eater family in Krakarond. When Mangil's sister was killed by him, it seemed that she was only a fanatic follower of Slaanesh?
"It doesn't matter, I'm not here anyway, just do whatever you encounter." In this short time, Darkus thought again, should he be given the title of Slaanesh's Nemesis in the game?
Soon, order was restored in the hall, and the dignitaries stood back to their original positions, looking at Darkus silently and longingly. They knew that the big one was coming, and Valahar's position was now vacant. Yes, maybe the Night Governor's position will be available soon, maybe it won't be needed soon, maybe tonight?
"Let us congratulate Isvar!" Darkus stood up and said, hitting his chest with his fist at the same time. "Congratulations to Isvar for breaking the shortest record of serving as Valahar. I hope he can continue to do so." Keep this record."
The dignitaries followed Darkus's actions again, and the hall was filled with joking laughter and boos.
"Any druch who tastes the forbidden fruit must die! This is the law!" After a while, Darkus shouted as he stretched out his hand to signal for silence.
"Law!"
"Law!"
The dignitaries cooperated with Darkus' performance, but they were already a little impatient.
At this time, Isvar's mutilated body had been cleared away by the slaves.
"Who will succeed Varahar after Isvar's death?" Darkus asked coldly, staring at the dignitaries present, and then he asked and answered himself, "Ulay? Or Malus? "
The dignitaries present burst into laughter again. They knew that the Hand of the Witch King was joking. Apart from Ulay and Malus, there was no one else in Rohan's family. Of course, Nagalia was still there. Ulay is a priest of Kane and belongs to a religion. He has no right to intervene in the secular world unless he gives up his position as a priest, but this is obviously overthinking. Malus? Forget it, unless His Majesty the Witch King orders Malus to be pardoned and names Malus as the leader, then there will be no chance.
"There are no weaklings in Nagaros! But this city needs to be rebuilt and needs order! This requires a large number of slaves and craftsmen, and this is also your ticket! Fare evasion is not a good behavior!" Darkus declared categorically .
The dignitaries present understood what Darkus meant. If you want to compete for the position of Valahar, you must first produce something, otherwise you will not even be qualified.
"Starting at dawn tomorrow! No wait until the deadline. You know I'm very busy." Darkus added another sentence, which was equivalent to an eviction order.
The dignitaries present began to salute Dacus, and then exited the hall impatiently and wary of each other. They came to the courtyard under the flag and were protected by the guards. They knew that the battle had now begun, and Dacus' entry Field conditions turned allies who had not had a strong relationship in the past into enemies, especially when they didn't know when Governor Draka would die.
"I guess there will be multiple midnight plots tonight? But what does that have to do with me? Keep up my industrial stereotypes."
(End of Chapter)