Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

The air was as thick as syrup and hot, very hot. The heat wave hit me in the face, as if the whole space was burning.

The inner wall around Dacus had changed again. The once hideous and rotten appearance had been replaced by a strange vitality. The inner wall, which barely counted as the ground, was covered with yellow citrus leaves and bell-shaped blue flowers. These flowers and leaves exuded a sweet fragrance, making the surrounding air even thicker.

In the distance, winged creatures rustled among the leaves, and sharp cries were heard from time to time.

Daxus felt his body grow heavier, as if the sky had fallen down on his shoulders. Everything around him was changing rapidly, all the greens fading into a verdant collage of yellows, browns, and rusty reds. These colors turned the inner walls into a cradle of blight, where new cankers seemed to be born.

On the ground, colorful lichens and mushrooms covered the cracked bark, and fallen logs kept coming out of the air and filling the inner walls. Sharp cries turned into low cries, coming from a distance, as if countless victims were telling their pain.

It's indescribable.

Incomprehensible.

To his eyes the landscape was a morass of black stars and dying worlds, of decaying galaxies, in which great, twisted, nebula-like shapes wandered, and maggots gnawing at the root of infinity, a plague spreading across the universe, devouring everything that existed, turning everything into leprous ruins in its endless hunger.

Everything is corrupted, weakened, strangled, all glory is lost, all hope is shattered. Millions of voices cry out in pain and despair, forever crying for a redemption that will never come.

"help me……"

"it hurts……"

“Why does it hurt…”

"Everything is burning..."

"help me……"

These sounds came from all directions, filling his head and squeezing his heart. He staggered and had to use Vizar to support his body until a low bell sounded, breaking the endless pain.

Something began to crawl out of the dark center, expanding like a cancer, something that could not be described, without form, yet with all sorts of forms. A plume of smoke, a puddle of oily liquid, spreading upwards, and in the smoke were eyes, round as cold, dead suns, and teeth that grinned and a mouth that smiled as wide as the horizon.

With comet-like fingers grasping the void, the Lord of All stepped out of his house and began the long and arduous journey to the Garden. As he walked, the moon collapsed under the incredible giant, and the stars around him were also annihilated.

The scarce air resounded with the sound of the plague bells, and swarms of flies spun lazily in the distance, dancing a hellish dance, preparing for the upcoming attack. Groups of fully armed demons and high-ranking believers lined up in the distance, their low chants competing with the bells for prominence. Every corner exuded the smell of despair and decay, as if the whole world was trembling for the coming catastrophe.

Daxus wiped his nose and took a deep breath.

The battle began, before the big lump squeezed out.

The Plague Lord's every step was accompanied by the withering and death of mosses. His breath was like poison, and insects died instantly in the air. He rushed over and closed his eyes tightly, resisting the sudden strong light.

Without shouting or yelling, Daxus swung Vizar, and the sword drew a fiery arc in the air.

The Plague Lord tried to fight it, but he felt very weak, his breath flowed up and down like liquid, he was shaking and cold, sweat flowed down his festering skin. He was determined to fight, but in the moment the sword swept across, he fell to the ground. He struggled and tried to look at the existence in front of him, but he failed. Delirium blurred his eyes and the torrent made his mind open.

Under the combined attack of Silence and Gem Shield, the Plague Lord, who had not yet displayed his power, fell down and became worthless.

A warty tongue shot out of the plague toad's mouth like a snake, and a pool of black digestive fluid gushed out. The tongue tried to wrap around Daquus's legs, but the toad was obviously a little confused, and its previous moves that had always been successful were ineffective. Before it could retract its muscular tongue, it was burned by Quesch the moment it rolled up.

Darkus didn't pay any attention to this attack. In this special environment, his tortoise shell was extremely hard. The Silver Scepter gathered energy, and Vizshal poured out energy. It gathered and dispersed, and it could gather again after dispersing. It was a pure bug, and there was no solution. This level of attack was not even a tickle, and it couldn't break his defense at all. Kuishu Tianke was a product of chaos.

He spun Vizar around, cutting off the rough tongue of the Nurgle beast that was about to lick him, and chopped off half of the stone that the toad was collecting. Then he turned around and slashed the front end of the blade towards the Nurgle beast's hard-to-see neck, missing it, but hitting it again.

The magic sword feels heavy in the hand, and actually has length, it cannot reach the terrifying level of a forty-meter-long sword, but the energy extending from the magic sword does exist, but it is not that exaggerated. He calls this continuation "Sword Qi"!
It has a mysterious flavor...

It didn't matter whether the neck was cut or not. The huge body of the Nurgle beast was split into two after being swept by the sword energy. Its face, which originally showed the happy and playful expression of a big dog, turned into shock. Its small hands grabbed the wound, but it was of no avail. There was no sign of healing. It only continued to separate under the blessing of gravity, contracting, trembling, boiling, and finally exploding, with collapse everywhere.

Defeating the Nurgle beast was a glorious achievement, but that was somewhere else. There were monsters here that were even more powerful than the Nurgle beast.

A hulking Blightlord charged at Daxus, rolls of sticky, pale fat spilling from his rusted armor. His determined steps shook the inner walls, and grubs, maggots, and leeches rained down from his withered, festering flesh.

Daxus had no intention of countering. He held up Vizar, imitating Arthas holding up Frostmourne. Unfortunately, the essence of Vizar at this moment was a Messer blade, which was not perfect and lacked a bit of charm. As the spell ended, he smiled at the Lord of Blight.

The arcane disintegration was activated, and the body of the Withered Lord began to tremble violently. Kushi exploded in its body, and the rusty armor was torn apart like a fragile piece of paper. The pale fat was broken into pieces by Kushi, and the festering flesh quickly decomposed into black smoke.

He tried to resist, but he felt his strength being quickly taken away, as if his body was being torn apart by an irresistible force. His eyes were filled with fear and despair, and his body began to disintegrate. His festering flesh turned into rotten dust, which was blown away by the wind. Only a pool of foul-smelling mud and broken armor were left on the ground, and his roar and screams disappeared into the corrupted space.

Daxus ignored the Blightlord who had disappeared. He turned his head and looked behind him. After confirming that the rear was temporarily safe, he activated his boots. The next second, he distanced himself from the Nurgle war group rushing towards him. There was no other way. The pre-casting time was a bit long this time, and he needed time.

He began to chant a powerful spell, his voice low and powerful, and the energy in the air began to gather. With each syllable of the spell, the energy in Leviathan gathered and took shape under his control. The silver scepter in his hand emitted a dazzling light, and Vizar seemed to respond to the call of his master, emitting a strong brilliance.

The inner wall suddenly became dark, and an invisible force surged in the air. His voice became louder and louder, as if the whole world was echoing his spell. Suddenly, a dazzling white light burst out around him, like a new star was born in his palm.

A phoenix made of pure flames appeared in the light, its wings burning with pure white flames, blazing and sacred.

He waved his scepter, and the phoenix moved in response, swooping down on the enemy with unstoppable force. The phoenix's flames illuminated the entire inner wall, and wherever it went, it was engulfed in pure flames. The endless stream of Nurgle war groups were engulfed by the sudden flames, and wailing sounds filled the air.

The pure white flame spread quickly, turning the entire inner wall into a sea of ​​fire. The forest collapsed under the burning of the pure white flame, and the trees withered and burned, turning into ashes. Those Nurgle Plaguebearers who were still charging fell in the flames, and were ignited one by one. Their bodies were twisted and deformed in the flames, their skin was burned in the flames, and their rotten bodies were devoured by the purifying flames, and they let out shrill screams and painful wails.

Some carriers of the disease who ran fast escaped the initial flames, but still could not escape the final fate.

The light of the flames reflected on Dacus's face. His eyes were firm, and the Vizar and the Silver Scepter in his hands were shining. But he knew that the battle was not over yet, and there were more enemies waiting for him. However, this did not prevent him from standing there, like an undefeated god of war.

The leading corrupted messenger was huge, with muscular flesh, rotting flesh wriggling in the holes of his armor, and a helmet with no features except for the downward-curved horns and a cluster of three eye-shaped holes. But this did not prevent him from roaring and screaming to express his hunger, his heart filled with rage, and he rushed towards Daquus with the axe in his hand raised high.

Daxus could sense the stupidity and ruthlessness of the Messenger of Corruption, and then he moved. He was faster than the Messenger of Corruption had imagined. At the moment of contact, he turned gracefully and swung Vizar across, sweeping towards the Messenger of Corruption's torso. The gushing black, foul-smelling blood boiled with this blow. The blade destroyed the ribs and broke the lumbar vertebrae, causing the paralyzed Messenger of Corruption to fall to the ground and scream in pain. Then, the anger and hunger of the Messenger of Corruption, who fell to the ground and could not move, turned into powerless wails.

Another corrupted messenger, with a lighter physique and armor, caught up with the first corrupted messenger and rushed to the left. He was very fast and dodged Daquus's attack, but the corrupted messenger behind him was not so lucky. It was hit exactly and solidly, and Vizshal's essence cut deeply into the rotten and rusted armor, causing the being inside the armor to wail in frustration, and then swept through the flesh and bones, and the gushing black blood boiled and splashed on the ground, corroding everything around it.

The second Corruptor was fast, but Darkius was faster than him, and just as he was about to raise his axe and chop, Darkius's attack arrived. His head flew out, spurting out corrupted blood, and rolled into the dirt and vegetation, which had rotted away completely, as if the Plaguebringer's touch had broken their grasp on reality and they retreated before the greater force.

Three strikes, just three strikes, one strike for each. The Messenger of Corruption is not some weakling, it is a more terrifying existence than the Chosen One, it belongs to the lord and hero unit, and one step further is the Demon Prince. But in front of Daxus, they seem so fragile, Vizar seems to be, not seems to be, the demon nemesis born to kill demons.

Three Plaguebearers rushed towards Dacus and slashed at him with their filthy blades.

Darkus turned around calmly and looked at the Plague Carriers that rushed into the range of the aura. He did not swing his sword, and the result was just as he expected. The Plague Carriers took a few steps forward and disappeared and disintegrated. Vizar played a huge role. The longer the sword burned, the weaker the demons around him became. Some of the weaker secondary demons could not get close to him at all. He exiled as many as he could.

Vizar swept out again, slashing at the skull of a Plague Apostle, splitting its head in half, however, the two halves of its head were not immediately banished. Before disappearing, the injured creature howled and tried to get closer, attempting to wash Dacus with corrupted blood, causing insects and worms to try to drill through the barrier and taint Dacus's vision.

However, the Plague Apostle failed. It ultimately failed to break through Darkus' defense. As Viszar swept out again, its body broke into two pieces. It fell to the ground twitching, and finally returned to where it came from.

A green miasma spread, making the air, which already made Daquus nauseous, even worse, but he did not fall. His eyes penetrated the thick miasma and looked at the plague fly messenger who was about to pounce on him, with the flame of battle burning in his eyes.

He looked at the approaching Plague Fly and raised Vizar again. Without any warning, the storm formed by Kush suddenly attacked the enemy.

He raised Veszar horizontally, and without any warning, the storm formed by Quesh suddenly attacked the enemy. After the spell was finished, he moved and rushed towards the army of Nurgle. The sword energy split the shoulder of the Plague Apostle and cut into half of the torso.

On the other side, the plague flies struggled in agony in the storm. The storm formed by Kush swept past, and the fierce air currents tore their rotten wings and bodies, splashing pus and rotten flesh everywhere. The screams of pain were swallowed by the storm, and finally torn into pieces and dissipated in the wind.

The face of the Plague Apostle was filled with hatred and pain, and it swung the long sword with its other arm and slashed at Dacus. The pus flowing from the sword exuded a foul odor, but it did not break Dacus's defense, nor did it allow the venom on the sword to wreak havoc in Dacus' body.

The tide of decay seemed powerless in front of Dacus. Every swing of his sword was accompanied by irresistible force. He stepped over the fallen body of the Plague Apostle, and the places he passed were constantly burned. The body of the Plague Apostle twitched on the ground, as if it was still making its last struggle, but soon lost its vitality and turned into a real corpse.

Every step he took was filled with firm determination, his footsteps were like the dance of fire, burning away all evil. However, miraculously, sprouts emerged from the corrupted land, hanging and growing, with flames and new life intertwined, forming a strange scene. He knew that this did not represent tenacity and hope, and he did not have the ability of the Eternal Queen to move one flower at a time. If he had time, he would have watched for a while longer and would have seen the process of the sprouts getting sick, withering, and dying.

"Let the garden flourish in victory!"

A corrupt messenger holding a plague sickle shouted, and at the same time Daxus let out a roar. The roar was so shocking that the sprouting plants withered instantly, and then nothing happened. The corrupt messenger was broken into two pieces, along with his sickle, and fell dead to the ground.

Yet the onslaught of Nurgle's warhordes was relentless, the diseased vegetation bursting with new rotting life, vines and branches tangling together, cheering as new strength was added to the ranks.

The unclean body was still pushing out, and what was even more bizarre was that several more portals appeared in the distance. "Are you trying to wear me out? A round-robin battle, right?"

As he spoke, he cut the vegetation. He knew he was in some danger, but he did not panic. He knew what he was doing, and panic would not solve any problems. He raised the silver scepter high, and the vegetation began to burn and wither. The plants and the flames bloomed and fought each other furiously.

The flames contrasted with the thick green mist.

There were too many scumbags blocking the way, and he killed Plague Apostles one after another. These were small bosses, extremely difficult to deal with, but they were nothing in front of him. The Corrupted Messenger, wearing light armor, pulled his lips back and roared. He could feel that the Corrupted Messenger, who was covered with wounds, was so angry that he would believe that he was a follower of Khorne if he didn't look at his attire.

He turned around and swung Vizar across. Hey, it was so brainless, otherwise how could it be called the Demon Slayer, how could it be called the Divine Sword. Moreover, the current environment pushed the power of the Divine Sword to the extreme, because Leviathan had accumulated so much energy in his body.

The Messenger of Corruption raised his double blades to try to block Dacus' attack, but it was of no use. When the Messenger of Corruption beside him saw him fall, he took a step back, then aimed at Dacus's gorget and swung his sword at Dacus.

However, it was no use. Vizar cut off his sword arm, and before the sword fell to the ground, Vizar cut deep, slicing through armor, flesh, and bone. His battle cry became intermittent, and finally turned into a wordless howl. As he fell, he saw the Plague Apostle beside him fall too. The Plague Apostle was cut off at the knee. After Vizar swept past, blood gushed out, and once it came into contact with the air, it turned into black foam, spraying all over his face, and the tumor leaves unfolded, hugging his body.

Veszar split the Nurgle beast's chest, severing its sternum, and it flailed its arms helplessly, flapping at the devastating wound Veszar had inflicted, but its movements were so scattered, so independent, as if its mind had been split, each half pulling at the limbs of the other.

As Vizsar swept past again, the Nurgle beast choked and staggered, and as it fell, maggots and rot gushed out of its body. Its shape softened, its flesh heaved, and then shattered, blood spread to the ground, vegetation grew, and then burned again.

Dacus fought silently, killed silently, and constantly destroyed all unclean things in front of him.

"I will not let you down, dear father. I am your gardener."

A Plague Apostle faced Dacus. It was exposed because it was a trap. It was special. Its organs had long ceased to function and had become a reservoir of disease. Its body was the carrier of the plague. No matter where ordinary weapons stabbed it, it could not be touched. The enemy stabbed the blade into its festering body, but found that the weapon was stuck, and the enemy was exposed to his counterattack.

But Vizsar is no ordinary weapon...

The Plague Apostle felt himself collapse, his legs losing strength, his lower body losing sensation. His knees must have buckled, because he was sinking toward the ground, his wounds growing larger, he had lost, failed. He could not block Dacus's attack, his face twisted into an expression of hatred, and before he fell, Dacus caught the shock in his single eye.

"Who dares to walk through the flames?"

"Who else!"

"Who else!"

The flames flickered and crackled, and Daxus could feel the power reverberating through his body. He could feel the power filling him up since he entered. Now, his power was so great that he had never been before, and he took on the classic Arthas pose and roared.

The Nurgle warbands stopped their attack and the ranks began to separate, perhaps because of the power of Dacius or perhaps because of something else. A huge palanquin appeared and passed through the gap between the ranks, carried by hundreds of chained souls. Their broken, diseased bodies were bound together by rusty chains and frayed ropes, and they were bent over by thick, rough logs.

Atop the palanquin, a gigantic Great Unclean One lolled. Its size was so great that it seemed as if the entire sky was obscured by its presence. It wore a filthy robe that looked dignified, but the robe was already tattered and covered in traces of dirt and decay. Its rotting flesh spilled out from the rips and jagged tears in the robe, as if over time it had grown shorter than the robe, not taller.

Around its flabby neck was a rusted bronze gorget, heavy and unwieldy, more a symbolic restraint than a defense, and its breastplate was decorated with similarly rusted ornamental armor, with unpleasant designs, unnatural grains swaying against a swollen moon, and pockmarked sickles, symbols of the withering force that harvests souls.

Thick, scaly fingers rested on the heavy hilt of a great sword, which lay between its bandy legs. The scabbard of the great sword was made from the rough hide of some great beast, which smelled of corruption. Seven antlers grew from its round skull, rising up and finally meeting at the top to form the three-part glyph of Nurgle.

The skin of the Great Unclean One is a sickly green color, covered with sores and festering wounds. Rotting flesh keeps falling from its body, turning into black sewage and seeping into the ground. Its body exudes an unbearable stench, and the entire world is polluted by its existence.

Nurglings cling to the bodies of the Great Unclean Ones affectionately, their little hands constantly wandering in the rotten flesh of the Great Unclean Ones, enjoying some kind of unspeakable pleasure. Their laughter can be heard even from a distance, and that laughter is full of mischief and evil, which is chilling.

The funniest thing is that in the folds of one of the Great Unclean One's eyes there is a broken colored glass monocle, as if mocking the absurdity and decay of the world. The monocle sways in its eye socket, making a jingling sound with every movement. Its other eye is half open and half closed, and the white of the eye is covered with bloodshot and pus.

"Are you the famous Dacus? Welcome, welcome. I have wanted to meet you for a long time. You sent my brother to his doom. He is my dearest brother. Of course, I don't think I have a blood relationship with him. He is too weak." The Great Unclean One said loudly, and at the same time, it raised its body on the sedan chair, causing the enslaved souls below to groan in pain. At the end of the words, its yellow eyes with glasses narrowed, revealing a conspiratorial look.

"You are so funny, don't do that." Daxus cast a spell, shrugged and said with a smile. His smile came from the heart, he was really amused by the funny appearance of the Great Unclean One in front of him.

"Is what I heard... a plea?" The Great Unclean One responded to Daxus' words, covering his head with his hands. After that, he patted his belly and laughed happily. "It's too late, my friend, too late. You have completely trapped yourself in the quagmire, along with all your free will."

This time, Daxus didn't say anything, but spread his hands.

"I have neglected to introduce myself. I am the Lord of the Ulceration Court and the Hand of Nurgle. I am the architect of your destruction." The Great Unclean One continued, and waited as if expecting applause. When it received no response, only silence, it took off its monocle, rubbed it on its tattered robes, put it back on, and leaned forward on the sedan.

"?" Daxus was a little surprised. The Hand of the Witch King seemed to be a little embarrassed in front of the Hand of Nurgle. However, before he could think about it more, the Great Unclean One began to pressure him again.

"How about it? Don't you have anything to say? From the moment you dared to step into here, I have teased you, played tricks on you, and pulled you into my arms."

There was silence, and Dacus still didn't say anything. He thought the Great Unclean One's words were a bit empty, and if he wanted to discourage him, he had seriously misjudged him. Moreover, he was waiting...

"Don't you have anything you want to say to me?"

"Yes, of course." Daxus finally spoke, and after saying this, he kept silent again.

"Don't be like this..." The Great Unclean One complained, its good mood disappearing at this moment.

"I'm looking forward to our next meeting." Daxus said in a low voice.

"What?" The Great Unclean One narrowed his eyes and leaned forward to listen.

"I said, I'm looking forward to our next meeting!"

The Trident of the Sea, which had been idle all this time, exerted its power. Lightning appeared and shot out from the tip of the trident at a speed so fast that it could not be captured by the naked eye.

The demon let out a deafening scream of agony as lightning shattered its monocle and pierced its eye from behind. It bucked on its palanquin, lost its balance, and tumbled to the ground, crushing the souls beneath it. Its massive fist slammed down, shaking the ground and crushing several unfortunate carriers to death.

The Nurgle warband tried to stop him, but Daxus's attack was too strong, too fast.

"You dare? You dare to attack the seventh son of Nurgle?" The Great Unclean One also stood up at this time, a stream of greasy pus flowed from its broken eyes, it grabbed the sword and roared. After that, it swung the blade to draw a murderous arc.

Daxus twisted to the side, dodging the whistling, inaccurate greatsword, while lightning from the trident continued to strike the Great Unclean One, smashing steaming holes in its filthy body.

The greatsword fell down suddenly, slicing through the ground and getting stuck in the slippery inner wall. He took this opportunity to jump directly onto the greatsword and quickly attacked the arm of the Great Unclean One. Before Vizar could reach the slashing range, he swung Vizar.

The Great Unclean One's remaining eye opened wide, and the sword energy cut the flesh on its face, making it scream. It staggered and tried to grab Daxus.

But who is Daxus? He is a large biological killer, and he has rich experience in dealing with large targets. Before the Great Unclean One could grab him, he disappeared from the giant sword, jumped to the ground, spun, and swept Vizar to the demon's knees, breaking the spongy bones. The Great Unclean One, who was reaching out to grab, lost his balance and fell to the ground uncontrollably with his limbs spread out.

"No, no, no, this is not how the game is played, this is not fair..." The Great Unclean One groaned and tried to turn over.

"This is not a game, this has never been a game."

"Cheating!" The Great Unclean One spat out a foul-smelling liquid, but even its liquid attack did not hurt Daxus at all. Before it touched Daxus's body, it was evaporated without a trace by the barrier.

"No! You cheated! You cheated in some way!" After the attack failed, the Great Unclean One covered its good eye and tried to twist away. While twisting, it was still cursing and groaning.

"It seems you can't change the way the game is played?"

"No, I was promised victory, father, save me, save your child..." As the light of the arcane disintegration shone on the body of the Great Unclean One, its flesh hissed and turned black, and it groaned and wailed.

"I died and came back to life. Whatever cannot destroy me will make me stronger. I am light, I am fire, and I will destroy this place."

As Daxus's light words fell, Vizar's energy radiated, and the Great Unclean One's last scream was interrupted. Vizar's essence shattered the Great Unclean One's skull firmly, and the broken monocle rolled on the ground.

However, the battle was not over. He felt as if he had further angered Nurgle. Before, there was only one large group of Nurgles squeezing out of the portal, but now there were five...

"Five corrupt officials?"

Daxus muttered after chopping down the carrier that rushed towards him, but he soon found something wrong. There was a portal in the blind spot he had observed before, and there was also a group of people squeezing in. Six of them, plus the one he had taken away before, made up the Holy Number of Nurgle.

"The pressure is a bit too much..." He couldn't help but take a breath, but what he breathed in was not cold air, but stench, which made him cough.

At the same time, the battle area quickly expanded, and several portals appeared on the way he came. (End of this chapter)