Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

A window opened in the air, and the smell of burnt flesh filled Genevieve's nostrils, like the stench from hell. Her eyes were close to the window, staring at the scene inside. The scene in front of her made her breathless.

On the other side of the window, a man was twisted in eternal torment, his face contorted with pain and his body covered with deep wounds. Demons raged around him, tearing apart his skin mercilessly and torturing his body into a bloody mess. One of the demons held a blazing fire and scorched his flesh, emitting a horrible scorched smell.

In addition to the demons, there were also a swarm of whipworms crawling on the man's face, their sharp tentacles piercing his skin and constantly eating his flesh, leaving his face disfigured. On the ground, a group of rats crawled on the man's limbs, their fangs tearing at his muscles, causing more wounds and pain.

The man called Genevieve's name and stretched out his hand. His hand passed through the window and blood rained down on the carpet.

Genevieve still felt deep fear and despair. The man was her father, but now she was trapped in this terrible scene, with no escape. Her father's shouts echoed in the air, like desperate wails, which made her heart hurt.

"So...are you here to kill a monster? A poor dead thing, lying unreasoningly rotting in a grave? In whose name are you making such an attempt?"

Thousands of years of experience, learning, and feeling throbbed like stinging knives through Drakfels' mind. He recalled the Ice Age before the arrival of the Ancient Saints, when the cold breath solidified everything. He was on the desolate ice field, fighting against wild beasts in order to survive. He remembered that sharp rock, just like the power in his hands, mercilessly hitting another life, tearing it into pieces, and the blood dyed the ice red.

Every memory was like a sharp pain, making Drakfels feel himself twisting in pain, as if the abyss of blood was swallowing his soul. He remembered that cold winter, when he was hunting in the wilderness, and in order to get a little food, he cruelly took the life of another creature. His fingers hooked the creature's eyes, blood dyed his fingertips red, and he put the dead creature's eyeball into his mouth, feeling the taste of life and the joy of being rejuvenated.

Now, Drakfels' laughter echoed in the hall, like a dark force that filled the air and made the walls tremble. Under the rhythm of his heartbeat, the hall seemed to have become a living monster, filled with fear, waiting for the arrival of prey.

The sight before her eyes disgusted Genevieve. She no longer wanted to endure the devil's wrath, and she no longer wanted to see her father hurt. She knew she had to stop this, end this nightmare that had been plaguing her. The fire inside her was burning brightly. She took a deep breath and gathered her inner strength. Her frozen body finally got rid of its restraints, her eyes were firm and sharp, and she took firm steps towards her nightmare.

"In the name of Genevieve Sandrine Poti Lectidoni!"

After speaking, Genevieve's eyes widened suddenly, and a harsh scream came from her mouth. The sound was like sharp blades cutting through the wall, which was frightening. She leaned towards Drakfels, her hands like claws, ready to deliver a fatal blow.

Drakefels barely dodged Genevieve's attack. He could feel Genevieve's thinking, feeling fear and uncertainty, but also perseverance and courage.

"Drake Fels! I'm coming!" Genevieve's eyes were sharp and fierce, and she hissed like a deadly rattlesnake.

"Are you resisting me? Do you dare to stand between eternity and greatness?" How dare you resist Constant Drakfels! The great magician, the eternal champion of evil, the irresistible darkness? "Dracfels's voice came from behind the mask, full of majesty and evil, and his evil eyes flashed with a strange light. His tone was full of arrogance and provocation, as if he had already won.

"That's it, right?"

Genevieve fought back in Darkus's way. She indulged in killing spree three times, and each time she regretted it. She felt that she was no better than tyrants like Vlad or Isabella. Her body deflected and danced in the air, and she looked at Darkus standing there, and she smiled at Darkus. Dead faces sometimes bothered her, but this time, there were no regrets.

Muscles tensed, blood burned, a red haze clouded Genevieve's vision, and she saw everything through bloodshot eyes. Pain shot through her as the teeth grew, and her fingers bled as the nails grew like claws. When the sharp ivory cracked from her gums, her mouth opened, and her face turned into a mask of flesh and blood. The tight skin was stretched, and the meticulous smile revealed a knife-like smile. Fangs.

The most primal part of Genevieve's brain, the vampire part of her, the part she inherited from Chandanek, took over control and she lunged at her enemy, murderous rage building within her like passion. There is love, there is hate, there is despair, there is joy, and ultimately there is death.

"Beautiful girl transformation!"

Darkus was surprised and said that he had thought about Genevieve for a long time. Starting from the Isthmus of Lustria, he had been traveling for almost twenty years. This was the first time he saw Genevieve like this. But he didn't react at all, mentally or spiritually, or on his right body? Maybe it's because he is a crazy critic? Could it be the reason why he was cursed by Kain as Druch? Or the most primitive emotion in his heart? Maybe it's because he is a very nervous person as Xu Xian? He doesn't know either.

Fast, too fast. Someone was no longer pushing him from behind. It was so fast that Drakefels couldn't react at all. He lost his balance and was hit.

Genevieve wrapped her legs tightly around Drakefels' waist and dug her claws into the pads of her shoulders. Drakfels' magical robes fell to pieces, exposing the rotting flesh beneath. Worms crawled through Drakfels' body, wrapping around her claws as she dug into Drakfels's body. When the meat comes to grip the bone. She found that she had no aversion to these things now, only a need to kill.

"Have you ever seen...her look like this?" Drusala whispered into Darkus' ear.

"Have you refreshed your knowledge? I can tell you for sure, no, it's the first time I've seen it. What do you think of her current state? You have rich experience in this area." Darkus did not hide it. He said openly.

Darkus could hear the sounds of swallowing from the elves around him. Although the elves had fought with vampires, Genevieve was different. Because of his existence, Genevieve is a special being with a unique behavior. She walks in the Druchi society and walks beside the elves. She is usually like an enthusiastic little girl who will cook before the team sets off. Delicious food, when fighting, like an agile warrior. Now, the contrast is too great.

"Better than the one trembling in my shadow. Of course, not as good as the little girl we saw in the convent that day."

Darkus nodded speechlessly. After a little reaction, he felt that this was all happening. There seemed to be no normal existence around him. Including him, all the evil people were not good in the true sense. . Drusala can turn into the terrifying Shadow Queen, and Genevieve can turn into a vampire form. These two people are sleeping with him, but... that's it, he thinks it seems like this Pretty good too? What else could happen? Tell them that they are not allowed to become sperm after the founding of the People's Republic of China? Not allowed to change?
Genevieve pulled a hand from Drakfels' cracked shoulder and tore the mask from Drakfels' face. The leather straps parted under her sharp nails. The golden mask deformed and fell off, She threw it out. The mask hit the ground with a dull crash, as if announcing the end of evil.

The elves and dragonborn present made an uproar. Genevieve lay on her back like an old lady, her sight blocked, but they were different, they could see clearly. The face without the mask was exposed. The face was twisted and ferocious, covered with traces of decay and terror. It had no human shape and was like a lump of twisted things mixed together.

A deafening sharp roar burst out from Genevieve's mouth again. She opened her mouth and pulled her lower jaw to the maximum, almost dislocating. Her fangs shone coldly in the light. Then, she closed her mouth tightly and The fangs dug into Drakfels' neck.

"Hiss..." Darkus took a breath, and he felt the cold wind blowing on his neck.

There was no break in the sucking, but there was no blood. Although her mouth was filled with earth and rancid smell, Genevieve still sucked tenaciously. Her mouth was filled with the most disgusting, putrid and rancid taste she had ever tasted, and it penetrated into her stomach. The smell burned like strong acid, and her body tried to reject it. She could feel herself withering, and the poison was spreading inside her body.

Still, Genevieve didn't stop sucking.

The screams echoed through the room, coming from Drakfels' mouth, growing louder and more violent.

Genevieve felt her eardrums tremble in severe pain, and her whole body seemed to be destroyed by an invisible force. Her bones were shaking within her body, and she felt a heavy blow to her chest, as if it would break in a second.

The screams were like a devastating hurricane, sweeping over everything.

The trickle of water flowing into her mouth was almost unbearable to Genevieve. The musty smell was even more disgusting than the shriveled meat. However, she did not flinch and continued to bite Drakfels' flesh, letting out the emotions that had been troubling her.

Genevieve bit off a piece of meat she was sucking, then spat it out and continued to bite it, this time from a higher position and more decisively. Her teeth tore off Drakfels's ear, which she swallowed without hesitation. Then, she scraped off a piece of gray flesh from the side of Drakfels' skull and opened the cranial seam. Clear yellow liquid seeped out from the bone seam. She stuck out her tongue and licked it, although the taste was awe-inspiring. It made her sick, but she didn't stop.

As the killing spree subsided, Genevieve felt her teeth begin to recede and her body began to convulse. She spat out the ear she had just eaten and it stuck to the hand covering her mouth. She felt death coming again, that she could no longer be with Darkus, that all the others she had experienced in this era were waiting for her. Despite this, she didn't stop because she knew it was what she was supposed to do.

Drakfels's screams filled the entire hall, hitting everyone's heads like nails, causing them to feel severe pain. As he screamed, the flesh-like walls began to fall off.

The killing frenzy faded, and confusion, exhaustion and vulnerability came to Genevieve like a tide. She slipped off Drakefels' body, clenched her fist and slammed into Drakefels's turned body. Face, beat the non-existent nose to pieces. She licked the liquid from her fingers. There was only a musty smell, nothing special. In anger, Drakfels pounced on her, and she sidestepped to avoid it.

Drakefels cursed and waved his arms to grab Genevieve again. He needed Genevieve, and the blood that had been repeated countless times would become the raw material for his complete resurrection. He knew that through Genevieve's death he would be able to rise again and return to the world. This is his revenge, his path to rebirth.

"We must all die, fair Genevieve, must we not?"

"Not necessarily. Let's pause for a moment."

Darkus appeared. He knew that Genevieve could not handle Drakfels. After forcing Drakfels back, he pulled away Genevieve, who had become weak. The white lion cloak from Franais was put on Genevieve's body. After doing all this, he glared at Genevieve angrily and shook his head speechlessly.

"You? You don't have to die in this castle, it's far away from your home. If you want, you don't even have to die..." "This... how is this possible?" Darkus wiped his face and said casually Di asked back.

"You can give me what I want!"

"Then what do you want?"

"The whole world! The whole world!! The whole world!!!"

Dracofels shouted out involuntarily, almost screaming. He found that he could not restrain his emotions, because he found that compared with Genevieve, Darkus was what he really needed and what he longed for. of.

"?" Darkus poked his head out, showing a confused expression.

"I have lived for many centuries, Elf. I have traveled through many bodies. I have long replaced the body I was born in..."

Drakefels still remembers those unimaginable years, his first breath, his first love, his first kill, his first body. On a vast and empty ice field, he was ruthlessly abandoned, but he survived and he will live forever.

"I... don't quite understand?" Darkus still responded with a confused expression.

"In many ways, I'm like the girl behind you. I need to draw strength from others to continue to exist, but she can only draw a little fresh blood, and her species has a limited lifespan. After a few thousand years, she will become fragile , I can live forever and receive the essence of life from the people I conquer. You are lucky, child, that you see my face."

"Not pretty enough, is it? It's just another piece of rotten flesh. The eternal is me, Drakfirth! I am eternal! Do you recognize your own nose, elf? The noble nose of an elf, it It’s worn out, the whole body is almost at its end, you have to understand this!”

"I will return from the dust. You will find a way back. You give me your friends and I will draw nourishment from them. Those who stand beside you today will die to bring me back to life. , and you will become the master of this world!"

"The whole world will bow at your feet. Those who disobey you will die. The emperor will die, and his heirs will die. You will become the new emperor, and you will rule this era! Nothing will stand in the way. Before you, the Empire, Bretonnia, Estalia, Tyrell, Kislev, the New Territories, the entire world will surrender or be destroyed like never before since the Age of Sigmar! . Humans will become your slaves, other races will be slaughtered like livestock, temples will become chicken yards, cities will become mausoleums, the continent will become cemeteries, and forests will become deserts..."

Darkus was stunned. He stared blankly at Drakfels, who was standing not far in front of him, as if the battle was entering the second stage. Drake Fells gave a speech, like a supervillain who talks a lot of bullshit, and the stuff he said was boring, idiotic, and boring.

"Wait... when you say you, are you referring to me or you?" Darkus asked curiously after seeing that Drakfels stopped giving a speech.

"Of course it is you! I can see the light burning in your heart, the light of ambition, bloodlust, and greed. You are destined to become the one who rules the world! Now! Kneel down to me, elf, and swear allegiance to me with blood. oath!"

"Now? No, this matter is too important. I'm a little nervous. I have to ask, ask my family, my fiancée, my friends, and the little girl behind me. This is too important. I'm afraid that I I can't grasp it, after all, your words are too attractive." Darkus responded as if he was playing tricks. Then he turned his head, spread his hands towards the team that was about to start, and said, "You think he is. What about my proposal? Give you to him and let him draw nourishment from you! Then the whole world will fall under my feet!”

However, the only response to Darkus was Maranur's unstoppable laughter. He knew that his cousin was playing tricks, a more advanced form of acting. And in his opinion, this kind of proposal is ridiculous and weak. In this case, why not get the Sword of Kane? His body was hunched over, one hand covering his stomach, one hand pointing, and he laughed loudly, with tears streaming from the corners of his laughing eyes.

Maranur's unbridled laughter affected the elves, who also made all kinds of mocking laughter.

"Sorry..." Darkus used his classic starting move, and then continued, "I don't know why they are laughing, but...I can feel that they don't agree? There is no temptation in your proposal. Li, you have lived for so long, but your eloquence is not very good...far from this castle..."

After Darkus finished speaking, the elves laughed louder, and the dragonborn who had figured out what happened also laughed loudly, and the whole room was suddenly filled with a happy atmosphere.

Drakfels let out an angry roar, and the sound enveloped the entire Dragon Rock Castle, as if a dark storm was sweeping through.

"This is the sword of blasphemy? Well, yes. This is a weapon suitable for killing you!" Darkus ignored Drakfels's angry roar. How could this be anything more ruthless than this? He's seen it all. The sword of blasphemy that had been dipped in Sigmar's sacred blood was very heavy, and he didn't kick it lightly anyway.

"But there's something missing..." Darkus muttered, and at the same time, he used the tip of his shoe armor to pick up the leaf hammer on the ground. He didn't look back when he picked up the leaf hammer. He was joking, Drakfels was still there. Well, that doesn't stop him from pressing, "I told you just now, use a hammer, hammer! I will be angry next time you do this!"

After making a pun, Darkus lowered his chin and formed a particularly unbeatable O-shape with his mouth. As the whistle sounded, the Trident of the Sea hidden in the team flew straight out, as fast as lightning.

Drakferth's attack came to an abrupt end as the trident tore through what was left of his robes and the stench of his rotting flesh filled the room. He screamed, his heart throbbing, the hammer in the elf's hand frightened him, he imagined a slight glow around the hammer, as if gold mixed with lead, he dared not speak the name that came to his mind .

Long ago, Drakfels was humiliated by a wild-eyed giant with a blond beard. He was blasted as he lay in the mud, and the giant's boot stamped on his face, crushing him into the dirt. As the hammer was raised and then lowered, his magic abandoned him and his body began to rot, before he regained full life thousands of years later.

This was the first time Drakfers was defeated in battle, and the person who defeated him was Sigmar. Now, he saw the shadow of Sigmar in the elf!
Genevieve moved, and the effort of talking allowed her to recover slightly. She became her normal self and moved. The scarlet recurve dagger was tightly held in her hand, like a call for death and blood.

"Sorry, the hammer in my hand is not Gail Maraz, but this hammer also has an extraordinary origin, but you don't want to hear it? And I'm not interested in talking about it. Here, I say hello to you on behalf of Sigma, not in the eternal Germany Mr. Lackfels, or Madam?" Genevieve moved, and so did Darkus. While pressing, he swung the hammer and hit her.

Stunned, Drakefels directly performed a sledgehammer to the face that was more advanced than breaking a boulder on his chest. The top of the leaf hammer covered his face. He heard the cracking sound, and he could feel his nose moving towards the face. Inner depression.

Just like the old lady lying on her back in a ghost story, Genevieve appeared on Drakefels' back again, stabbing Drakefels' neck with a recurved dagger, and a large amount of yellow liquid was taken away. out.

Franais, who stood watching, sighed silently, for his sister, and for his white lion's cloak.

Facing the fierce double attack, Drakefels could no longer hold on. He fell to the ground and screamed feebly.

"Sigma...yes, Sigma, pray for mercy from Sigma. By the way, my name is Darkus, Darkus, Scourge of Hell!"

The leaf hammers kept falling, Drakfels's bones shattered like eggs, and he fell, but the hammering continued.

"Who the hell gave you the courage?! Who! Who!!!" Darkus was still smashing, and while smashing, he roared and questioned, "Is it you or me? I'm asking you a question, you put it Let's be clear, you, me, you! Do you think I'm an idiot? Shouldn't you apologize for this? That’s it, yes, yes!”

"That's so fucking great. I'm a gentleman, right?" After venting, Darkus stood up and let out a breath. He felt that all the mental shocks he had experienced since entering Longyan Castle were vented at this moment. While tossing his hair gracefully, he asked Genevieve, who was still attacking.

Panting, Genevieve stopped thrusting, raised her head and smiled at Darkus. She didn't look girlish at all. The yellow mucus made her hair and face stick together. She looked like the old lady in the ghost story who was lying on her back when she smiled. She was the kind who killed everyone.

"The way you look now... tsk tsk, you should find a mirror... Forget it, when I didn't say it, I sincerely apologize to you, madam, please forgive my impulse. Use this, just like I said before , use the hammer, use the hammer! It's time to end this, it's your time."

After finishing speaking, Darkus threw the leaf hammer to Genevieve.

"In the name of Genevieve Sandrine Poti Lectidoni!" Genevieve roared after taking the hammer, and then slammed the hammer down.

Drakfels was left to die in the icy wilderness, his illness so severe that the tribe no longer needed him. Another man, the first to be killed, happened to be passing by, and he struggled to take that man's life. He won, but now... fifteen thousand years later... he knew that he had failed after all. In the eternity of time and space, he had only delayed the arrival of death.

For the last time, life left Drakfels.

The eternal Drakfels was no longer eternal. He died in Dragonstone Castle. The castle he built became his tomb. (End of chapter)