Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

"Are you planning to run away when we win?" Carlos asked Dacus with his left head looking at him.

"Will I die from this?" Dacus asked a nonsense question, because Carlos' left brain can only see the past. Rounding it off, it was equivalent to Carlos also asking a nonsense question. Carlos did not lose, and he did not win either.

"Maybe," Carlos's right head responded.

"Maybe not? If you were dead, well, that would be the same."

"What did you see? What is my destiny?" Dacus ignored the nonsense that Carlos' left brain said, and looked at Carlos' right brain and asked curiously. But he thought Carlos' right brain also said nonsense, when will he die? I don't know, anyway, I will live until I die.

"You should know better than anyone that your destiny is not important. Don't you know? You can't escape the influence of your master. What makes you believe that your destiny is chosen by yourself?" Carlos raised his right claw and waved it, and finally clenched the bird claw into a fist.

"See? A simple plan," Carlos asked, tilting his head with the left side of his brain tilted in the opposite direction.

"Of course I know." Carlos' right brain responded and looked at Daxus, "Now is the time to remind those fools that you will help me whether you are willing or not, Pinocchio. Your days of freedom are over, the ninth disciple of the ninth tower."

After saying that, Carlos ignored Dacus and turned around to walk away. It opened its arms, and the surrounding scene changed strangely again. The wall that was about to appear seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, revealing a winding staircase. The stone steps of the staircase flickered ominously in the dim light. The staircase was clearly there, but every step led to an unknown abyss.

Even more bizarrely, Daxus could see several swaying windows appear at the top of the stairs, suspended in the air, swaying back and forth as the whistling energy blew. Through these windows, he could see crazy energy swirling around, weaving a huge web that swallowed everything in it. Thunder roared, like a roar from another world, and it was creepy.

Carlos chuckled as he moved with the wind, making crackling sounds from his mouth, dancing with the violent energy. With every step he took, the air was filled with distorted energy.

"That fool tried to vent his anger, but couldn't! All he could do was watch helplessly as we took away his true power." It muttered as it walked on the stairs.

"That's great, start a war!"

"I'm getting ready!"

"So are you ready?"

“I’m always prepared.”

After saying that, Carlos's two heads smiled wildly at the same time, his voice was full of excitement, and his two faces were full of cruel humor.

In the distance, perhaps because of the appearance of the eternal enemy, or perhaps for other reasons, the noisy Nurgle Plaguebearers no longer rushed towards Dakwus in a messy manner as before, but formed a slightly tighter formation and showed excellent discipline. They formed a formation under the battle flags with bells hanging on them, and the bells made a strange tinkling sound, as if counting, which corresponded with the chirping and laughter of the Nurglings at their feet, forming a creepy harmony.

Wielding rotten blades dripping with green ichor, Plaguebearers are symbols of Nurgle's corrupting power. Their bodies are covered in sores, rotting flesh and scars, emitting a sickening stench, and their skin, which is covered with brown and green ichor, is almost invisible underneath.

They have only one bloodshot eye that is constantly oozing pus, and a horn sticking out of their heads, a sign of Nurgle's corruption. They have twisted smiles on their faces, enjoying the carnival of war.

The buzzing swarm parted, and the giant flies took to the sky. Their wings flapped, bringing with them gusts of foul-smelling wind. The insects' bodies were covered in filth, their eyes glowed a sickly red, and their huge mouthparts interlocked with their upper and lower jaws, ready to devour anything living. They hovered over the carriers of the plague, like a black cloud, foreshadowing the coming disaster.

Around the formation, monsters with tentacles were staggering and jumping excitedly, their bodies twisted and deformed, covered with bumps and scales. Whenever they ran far away, they would turn back and wait for their masters to catch up. This crazy dance was full of indescribable weirdness. The monster's tentacles stretched out and kept reaching into the air, as if sensing some invisible existence, and a fanatical light flashed in its single eye.

Behind the line, deep in the army, there were six fat unclean ones, the highest-ranking demons under Nurgle, with huge bodies and loose skin, as if they had walked out of a pile of rotting flesh. But they were very healthy and not in despair, which was in stark contrast to their terrible appearance.

Each of the unclean ones had a huge hole in its abdomen, revealing the wriggling internal organs and intestines. They wielded heavy weapons of decay, sometimes grunting loudly, sometimes laughing in a low voice. The continuous grunting had a strange sense of peace, constantly encouraging other demons to move forward.

The six unclean ones were arranged in a 4231 formation, which is a popular all-out attack and defense formation in football. The basic configuration of this formation is... no, it is a 312 formation.

The three brothers of decay were in the lead, with Topegas, the oldest of the three, and Skovluk and Psreignant standing beside him. At the end of the world, Topegas fell first and was banished by Manfred. The remaining two brothers followed Isabella, Vlad's spouse, at their father's command.

Standing behind the three brothers is Bolagus the Stinky, who is regarded as a strategic master by other unclean ones, just like a football formation. He is the core of the Nurgle war group, a fat master of foresight, and is good at leading any Nurgle legion to defeat any enemy.

The Great Unclean Ones that come in the rear are a bit more heavyweight, and are known as the two generals under Nurgle. They are the most unhappy Great Unclean One, Korghas Plaguefather, and the temporarily second-in-command, Rotigus Rainfather. (I won't introduce them for now)
As they approached, their voices were low and full of threats, and every word was like rotten venom, seeping into the hearts of the demons. They were plotting some ulterior motive, but their eyes were shining with wisdom and joy.

It seemed strange and bizarre to Daxus that the entire Nurgle war group was marching on this corrupt inner wall like an unstoppable torrent, with fanatical smiles on the faces of every demon. It was like a distorted painting with indescribable weirdness and beauty.

This is a combination of order and chaos, an indescribable fear and awe. The characteristics of Nurgle are fully displayed, and every detail reveals the breath of death and corruption.

But...it has nothing to do with him, all he has to do is watch, OB.

"Nine to six, the advantage is on my side!"

He believed that the Lords of Change would protect him, at least for the time being before the Nurgle war group was destroyed. As for what would happen in the future, he was not Carlos, with two heads, so he had no idea, so he just had to adapt to the situation.

The Nurgle warhorse moved, and the rusty bells rang, playing the prelude to this chaotic symphony. The grinning demons covered with pustules swept in like rotten sea water, carrying a stench and fanatical excitement. When they moved, they laughed and ran and jumped excitedly like manic children. Soon, this enthusiasm quickly turned into chaos. They became scattered and their formation was poor, like an out-of-control carnival.

The Great Unclean Ones raised their voices, praising Nurgle in a distorted language, their voices were low and hoarse, like an aria from the abyss. Their hymns were full of fanatical worship of decay and disease. Then, except for Korgath and Rotigus, the other four Great Unclean Ones rolled on the ground in joy.

Their huge bodies rolled on the ground, splashing dirty mud and rotten residues, their laughter was rough and loud, and the whole battlefield echoed with their joy. They looked particularly funny when rolling, their bellies rubbed against the ground, making disgusting sounds, and the pustules on their bodies kept bursting because of the rolling, spraying out foul-smelling liquid.

They giggled as if they were performing some absurd ritual. Every time they rolled, the ground shook, as if they were celebrating this feast of chaos and corruption. However, it was their joy and antics that made the entire battlefield even more crazy and terrifying.

"What the hell is this roller tactic?" Daxus exclaimed with his eyes wide open when he saw the Great Unclean One rolling.

The Lords of Change seemed to be amused by the antics of the Great Unclean Ones, and they let out bursts of hoarse laughter. Perhaps it was because their thin necks were stretched tight from exertion, the sound they made was like the wheezing of an old bellows. But their laughter did not stop them from moving their hands. They raised their staffs and stared at the eternal enemy with provocative eyes.

Waves of twisted energy emanated from them, sweeping across the space around them like ripples on a lake. Then, the hen-like cackling gradually died down, replaced by painful cries and hoarse, vile, obscene words in a language unintelligible to mortals.

The Lord of Change's actions affected Daxus, and he found himself having visions of his soul withering and burning before a throne of diamond and sapphire. He saw endless continuations of torment and unrequited death, while the foul denizens of the Realm of Chaos laughed and demanded more.

Dazzling rays of light gushed out from the staff of the Lord of Change. The magic was released, and they flapped their wings and flew high into the sky, with only a section of their cloak fluttering on their bodies, and circles of purple-blue energy halos continued to emerge. With the blessing of energy, they seemed to grow larger, and various unknown runes shone on their gorgeous decorative robes.

The surging rainbow energy gushed out, and the pink and blue flames rushed towards the Nurgle war group. Rotigus raised his warthogbranch staff and released the plague miasma, trying to block the attack of the Lords of Change. However, the huge energy of the plague miasma was nothing compared to the demonic flames of the Lords of Change. The demonic flames penetrated the barrier and hit the Nurgle war group.

A series of scorching demonic flames hit Nurgle's servants without any chance to fight back. The scorching cone of magical flames engulfed the enemy. Plague bearers screamed in the flames, their bodies were charred, twisted, and finally turned into ash. Giant flies exploded in the demonic flames, making a piercing buzzing sound. The tentacle-like monster struggled in the flames, and finally fell down helplessly, becoming a pile of burning debris.

In this continuous energy impact, the Great Unclean One Topegas in the front was not spared either. The scorching flames hit its chest directly, and its fat body twisted in the flames. Its rotten flesh was instantly scorched, and the huge abscess burst open, spewing out foul-smelling pus and rotten flesh. Its heavy body trembled in great pain, and its skin became dry and cracked in the high temperature, and even began to peel off.

Topagas let out a shrill scream that echoed in the air. Its huge, fat arms waved feebly, trying to put out the flames on its body, but the power of the demonic flames was too strong, and no matter how hard it struggled, it could not escape. In the end, its huge body fell to the ground with a bang, and the flames quickly engulfed its entire body, leaving only a pile of charred debris.

"Just lie down like that?" Daxus was a little surprised. He was lost in thought while watching from the sidelines.

Nurgle and Tzeentch are old rivals. It is not realistic to fight the demons under their command every day because they have a resurrection CD, but they will definitely fight each other frequently. In other words, although they are not taught by the same master, they are familiar with each other's moves.

He didn't know much about Nurgle, but even if he didn't, he knew that the one who raised the staff just now must be Rotigus Rainfather, because only Rotigus would use a staff, and he would also wear a tattered hat and the iconic broken horns. Kugath Plaguefather's characteristics were also very obvious, without any tattered clothes, only the iconic seven horns on his head. Logically, Rotigus should have been able to block the attack of the Lord of Change, otherwise how could he fight, and lose shit?
Yes, throwing shit, Kugas has already started throwing shit... The scene is unbearable to watch.

"its not right."

After sighing, he quickly realized that this was the mortal world, which was different from Isil. Energy, or the wind of magic, gushed out from the north and south gates. This gushing process was not constant, but fluctuated, just like the ebb and flow of the tide.

When the tide goes out, all is well.

When the tide rises, something bad will happen in some places, such as Lustria, Yvresse, and other places where demons will spawn. When the tide rises to the extreme, it is the Twilight Tide or some special events. He remembered that there was a period of time in Lustria when the sky was completely dark and demons appeared continuously. There was also a time when a Khorne demon appeared in Yvresse.

Theoretically, the demons' fighting power is 100% when they are in Ithil, where there is energy for them to squander. The demons that come to the mortal world must rely on energy to support and maintain themselves. When the energy around them is insufficient, they will only face decomposition and exile.

Under normal circumstances, it is impossible to exert its full combat power.

This situation has never existed before. After the Great Vortex was established, there was not enough energy in the mortal world to sustain so many demons. This was too exaggerated. It could only appear under some special environment and extreme circumstances. The situation of Leviathan was quite special. It was an energy black hole with a large amount of energy in its body.

Now, it is known that there is no energy outside Leviathan, but the inside is fixed, unless something unexpected happens outside.

There is a reason why the wind of magic is called wind and not fog or water. Spells and demons will consume the wind of magic when they are formed, instead of breaking it down and reshaping it. If it continues to accumulate in the same place, the world will be like being filled with gas and will explode at any moment.

After thinking for a while, Daxus looked at the sword in his hand. Vizsar was a sword, there was no doubt about that. But most places in the mortal world could not bring out the sword's greatest value. The wind of magic in a place was limited, and the power of the sword had a peak value, just like the ebb and flow of the tide. Unless it was at a spiritual vein node or in a special environment like Athel Loren, where energy continued to flow, the best place for the sword to be used was undoubtedly Isil.

He was sure that the sword had reached its peak just now, otherwise it wouldn't be possible to kill one demon with one strike and one big demon with two strikes, but he wasn't sure if the sword had started to slip now. The energy burning on the sword seemed to be no different from before? If so, he would be in big trouble. The Lord of Changes could fly, and it was stupid to hit high and low. The number of Great Unclean Ones was already small, and they would be more passive after being suppressed. Failure was only a matter of time.

At that time, the Lord of Change will surely turn his attention to him. He may one day end his days of freedom as Carlos's right brain said, and he may really be the ninth disciple of the ninth tower.

However, he didn't think that Tzeentch would take him away now, after all, his benefits in the mortal world were much greater than those in Ithil. But if he wasn't taken away, it didn't mean that Viszaal wouldn't be taken away, after all, the sword was too lethal, and Tzeentch's nature was obvious.

He couldn't accept Vizjar being taken away. It was just like the five crone swords that could kill Slaanesh together. The last sword was as ironic and black humorous to Slaanesh. No matter how many fingers Asuryan and Molayg had, they were not enough to be laughed at by him like this...

He stopped thinking because he noticed that the power of the sword seemed to weaken. He was not sure whether it was a psychological effect or a real thing. But it was good news for him, and he turned his attention to the battlefield again.

The Lords of Change laughed even more wildly when they saw Topegas fall. Their staffs waved in the air, and the rainbow-like energy gathered around them again. This time, the energy fluctuations were more violent, the colors were more colorful, and the entire space was shaking. The figures of each Lord of Change twisted and changed in the air, sometimes huge, sometimes as small as dust.

As ancient and evil spells were chanted from their mouths, the second wave of attack began.

Twisted beams of energy gushed out from the top of their staffs, sweeping across the Nurgle war group like a violent storm. Blue demonic flames and purple lightning intertwined and turned into a torrent of destruction.

Faced with this powerful attack, the remaining Great Unclean also responded quickly. They stopped rolling and formed a formation to move forward in coordination. Their huge bodies were like a moving fortress. With every step, the entire inner wall was shaking. Rotigus waved his warty staff and chanted a spell full of decay and death. Black and green plague mist gushed out from the top of the staff and quickly spread in the air, competing with the energy fluctuations of the Lord of Change.

For a moment, the sky above the battlefield became colorful. The demonic flames and poisonous fog met in the air, bursting out with dazzling light and strong stench. The green plague poisonous fog was like a living entity, quickly wrapping up the oncoming energy beam and swallowing it up. The power of some demonic flames was too strong. The poisonous fog hissed when it came into contact with the blue flames and was quickly burned up.

Seeing this, Rotigs burst into laughter, and then increased his strength, and the green light on the top of the staff became more and more dazzling. Every time he swung the staff, a huge cloud of poisonous mist would gush out, constantly resisting the attacks of the ever-changing demon kings.

However, the attacks of the Ever-changing Demon Lords were like an endless torrent, one wave after another, making the Great Unclean Ones exhausted from dealing with them, and the situation came to a standstill for a while.

The Lord of Change is a symbol of change, so their movements are usually irregular and have no fixed path.

There was a reason why Kugath was behind the formation. He knew the Lord of Change too well. He might have been provoked by Rotigus. His two fat hands fiddled with it and threw a lot of shit at Ajik's flight path to block it. These shits looked ordinary, but they contained powerful energy. They were actually Nurglings...

These Nurglings, all hatched from plague barrels, are not only servants of Korgath, but also ammunition. These unwilling projectiles burst upon impact, drenching their targets with pathogenic fluid. So, the blessed Xiang explodes in the air like an anti-aircraft cannon shell, emitting a smell of corruption.

The flying arrows collided with Ajik's glittering skin, and instantly exploded and shattered, causing it to stagger in the air and forcing it to retreat. Then it swung its staff and slammed the nonexistent ground beneath its feet.

Like a rocket launching, a stream of purple flames gushed out, gushing upward along an invisible path, and when the demonic flame reached the mark of Tzeentch, it spewed out a colorful vortex that doused the shit thrown by Kugath, causing it to be tainted with colorful hues.

Ajik screamed and rose high, blocking out the moonlight that didn't exist here, and it absorbed the pouring demonic flames. Then it made a bird-like cry, and the energy bent into a new shape, shaping the energy into molten metal.

When Xiang was thrown again, it had already completed the transformation of energy, and a gorgeous robe with shining scales appeared on its body. The shining robe looked particularly majestic in the light.

When the Shining Robe spell took shape, it drew the demonic flames from its body, and the gushing hot material slowly twisted into a group of weird, violently evolving creatures.

Each creature was a rainbow of colors that flickered and changed constantly, eyes suddenly appeared and turned into beaks. Limbs stretched out and then broke off in an instant, becoming wings or bone spurs. The creatures grew and grew, feeding on energy, transforming pure magic into corruption and madness.

The Screaming Sharks let out a series of howls, and then like dive bombers, they attacked the remaining Great Unclean Ones like a huge wave.

Rotigs held the staff high in his fat little hand and tossed it around. Dark green energy danced around it like a whirlwind. The energy quickly condensed and turned into a series of corrupt storms, enveloping the diving creatures. The twisted and deformed corpses fell from the air and turned into boiling dark green liquid after landing on the ground.

The battle in the air was extremely fierce, with demonic flames and corruption intertwined.

Suddenly, Rotigs raised his wart-branch staff, and the dark green energy quickly condensed to form a huge dark green sphere. The sphere spun rapidly in the air, and instantly appeared above Tsaraliado's head with a breath of destruction. Before Tsaraliado could react, the Five Corruptions suddenly broke, and the rotten matter inside poured down, covering the entire body of the Lord of Change.

Tsarariado screamed shrilly, and its body was rapidly decaying under the erosion of decay. Its feathers gradually peeled off under the erosion of decay, revealing the corroded skin underneath. Its wings began to wither and dim, and every part of its body was twisted and deformed in severe pain. It tried to swing its staff to fight back, but the erosion of decay made its movements slow and weak.

Finally, Charalliado's body could no longer bear the pain, and it screamed and fell from the sky, hitting the ground heavily. The ground shook, and its body gradually lost its vitality under the erosion of decay, becoming stiff and twisted. The powerful and strange Lord of Change was now only a decayed shell, and then gradually disappeared.

As the eight of us became too strong, Daxus looked at Viszaal and let out a sigh. He was now sure that the energy was weakening.

At the same time, he also understood why he and the Lord of Change's first attack was so powerful, so powerful that it directly took away a Great Unclean One. That was when the spell was overloaded when the energy was still sufficient, and he did not try to attack directly with a heavy punch. After that, they were in a stalemate and made tactical adjustments.

While Daxus was distracted, the battle continued.

Following Carlos's shrill cry, the Lords of Change immediately launched a counterattack, focusing their attention on Skovlux, who was acting as a meat shield. Facing the Great Unclean Ones that were gathered together, the best tactic was to peel them off layer by layer. While moving to avoid the flying birds thrown by Kugath, they were also interfering. More birds screamed and appeared out of thin air, diving towards the Great Unclean Ones.

Then they ignored the birds, and the dazzling demonic flames gathered again, forming a huge torrent of energy, rushing straight towards Skovlux.

The Great Unclean One tried to resist the moment it sensed the danger, but it was too late. The blazing demonic flame instantly hit its chest, and the huge impact knocked it to the ground. Its body quickly burned in the demonic flame, and its rotten flesh turned into ashes in the high temperature. In a short moment, its body full of decay and death was quickly devoured and dissipated into the air.

Soon, Rotiger's counterattack followed...

(Tomorrow and tomorrow, the market opens, who will the protagonist kill tomorrow?) (End of this chapter)