Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Among all the daemons of Nurgle there is one who stands alone. Wherever he steps, corruption and loathsome life spreads around him like waves.

It is Rotigus Rainfather, the most merciful servant of the God of Plague.

It hums a faint dirge as Nurgle's torrential rain beats endlessly upon its hooded head.

When those beset by drought or famine prayed desperately for help from the gods they called "Rain Father", "God of Life", "God of Harvest", etc., only this looming abomination would answer their call. When their lands began to squirm at the generosity of Rotigus, they realized how horribly wrong they had been.

Livestock gave birth to deformed young until they covered the land in screaming, slimy flesh. Plants and animals swelled and twisted with bizarre fecundity, while foul floods rose and fell endlessly, washing over the land.

Rotigus's fat hands tightly grasped the staff, and his pus-filled eyes stared at a dark-looking Changeable Demon Lord. Energy surged in his hands, and soon, or in an instant, with the ripples of joyful laughter, a black-green sphere instantly appeared above Isniqilik's head.

The five organs of decay were spinning and expanding, emitting a disgusting stench.

Even though shit is pouring down on your head, you still dare to be stubborn.

It swung its staff violently, and before Isniqilik could react, the sphere exploded, and the rotten matter inside poured out, drowning Isniqilik like a flood.

Isniqilik let out a sharp scream, and his body was covered with decay. His shining sapphire and diamond skin was corroded and became dull. His ever-changing eyes began to fester, and tears mixed with decay flowed down and turned into pus.

Its wings flapped violently in pain, and its body twisted violently, as if trying to break free from this terrible corrosion, but to no avail. Its feathers began to fall off, and the exposed flesh was corroded by rot, emitting a foul stench. Its sickle-like curved beak was corroded into a deformity, emitting a painful whine.

Its miserable state was unbearable to watch. It screamed, fell from the air, and hit the ground heavily. Its body gradually collapsed under the erosion of decay and turned into a pool of foul-smelling liquid.

Now the seven of us are too strong.

Just as the laughing Rotigus was about to do the same, Carlos cast a new spell, and strange flashing colored rings began to move up and down on his curved staff. The staff emanated a strange light, as if the colors of the rainbow were flowing and changing on its surface. Suddenly, huge tendrils shot out from the top of the staff, colorful and alive, twisting and rushing towards Rotigus.

The colorful tendrils quickly entangled Rotigus like vines, drawing dazzling tracks in the air like a group of dancing snakes.

Tendrils wrapped around Rotigus's fat body, binding him tightly and making him unable to move. The huge pressure caused his body to fall downward, and the tendrils wrapped around his arms and legs, tightening continuously, dragging him towards the ground.

Tendrils still clawed at its staff and hood, and its blind mouth opened with a sickening gnawing sound, tearing at its body, trying to tear it to pieces.

Suddenly, Rotigus roared, and the energy in his body suddenly exploded, with corrosive energy gushing out from around his body. The tendrils were scorched by the hot energy, emitting pungent smoke, and the tendrils struggled and twisted in the air, finally falling from the air powerlessly.

The forest of corrupted tendrils piled up on the ground like charcoal ash, smoking and gradually turning into charred debris, but the tendrils did not disintegrate immediately.

With a loud bang, the remaining tendril exploded into a rainbow of colors, as brilliant as fireworks. The shock wave generated by the explosion caused the ground to bulge and crack, steam rose into the air, and the air was filled with the smell of burning. The tendril disappeared in the vibration, and along with Carlos's spell, it turned into nothingness.

However, the huge shock that should have knocked Rotigus away had no effect. It stood there motionless, the burn marks and charred skin on its body gradually healing. It let out a low laugh, disdainful of Carlos' spell.

At this time, the four Great Unclean Ones also changed their formation. Pusregnant, the only one left among the three brothers, stood in front of Rotigus to provide him with cover. As for the midfielder, Polagus, who lost his original role after the Nurgle battle group was blown up by the first two waves, chose to stand in front of Kugath, a typical meat shield tactic.

Meanwhile, the situation at the second position of the Ever-changing Demon Lord was not going well. The colorful Amon was maneuvering in vain, trying to fend off the spinning, somewhat automatic tracking Frog. When the Frog exploded like an anti-aircraft shell and blasted all over it, it roared in pain and frustration, letting lightning and demonic flames flash around it, igniting the spinning, foul-smelling Frog in midair.

Amon is the embodiment of magic, a fragment of Chaos, but unlike Kalos, he is an avatar of Tzeentch.

It screamed in pain and anger, and in an instant, a huge spinning twisted web began to appear in front of it. The twisted web was like an illusory shield, covering it and Xiang.

The web of distortion is transparent, and only the turbulence it causes reveals its existence, and the distortion grows larger and larger. When Xiang hits the web, the web will swirl in all directions.

But the expansion of the twisted barrier did not reverse Amon's situation. Kugas seemed to have set his sights on it. The thrower Kugas adjusted his throwing method, and Xiang flew over the huge circular shield and exploded. It could only modify the spell and pierce the staff into the center of the vortex, trying to save itself from shrinking. The light it emitted spread out and enveloped it.

Its entire figure turned into a broken, semi-complete image, as if someone was spying on its reflection in a broken mirror, but it also temporarily lost the ability to attack.

Kugath achieved his goal, and after laughing joyfully, he turned his attention to the other ever-changing demon lords.

Noticing Kugath's adjustment of his aim, Chasen keenly seized the opportunity, and with a cry of pain and disgust, he flew high into the sky, circling like a bird in the sky. The staff in his hand changed and became a spear, and when the spear took shape, he swooped down, not caring at all about the rolling black-green energy.

"It turns out it can fly." Daxus exclaimed as he looked at the fat bird.

Polagus laughed as he watched Chasen break through so quickly. As he laughed, he raised the Corrupted Greatsword to meet Chasen's arrival.

After a loud bang, Chasen fell from the sky like lightning, and it collided with Bolagus. The catastrophic force shook the ground beneath their feet, and a destructive force wave spread outward. Then, a loud noise caused by a huge energy impact resounded throughout the battlefield, illuminating the entire scene, and the huge energy also spread out these two terrifying beings.

Chasen's spear flickered with the fire given by Tzeentch, as clear and pure as a diamond, and as twisted and chaotic as a diamond. Its robes were entangled with the crackling energy gathered by its previous spell, and it was flashing with a powerful light.

Bolagus responded to Chasen's challenge, its greatsword glowing with a corrupted light. It leaped up from the ground, bounded, and headed for Chasen, its two huge mouths wide open.

The two forces collided, and colorful light scattered in all directions. Chasen tried to stab Bolagus with his spear, but the Great Unclean One blocked the attack and shot a black-green energy spinning towards it. It shattered the attack with its spear, replacing the distorted light with dazzling demonic flames.

Chasen's malice grew with every blow of the spear, it attacked frantically, it shouted out spells loudly. If it was destined to be exiled, it would be satisfied, its only goal was to destroy its enemy in front of it, its eternal enemy.

But the Great Unclean One was strong in its own right, as strong as the very veins of the world. It laughed in defiance, gathering a surge of energy with terrible power. Fetid winds pushed Chasen back, black and green energy whipping at his body. Vicious Nurglings leaped at Chasen, biting at his neck and shoulders.

A portion of the Chaos Realm has been dragged into reality, and they are fighting between the mortal world and the realm of boiling energy.

Chasen's fury repelled the Great Unclean One's attack, and it swung its glittering spear wildly. Points of light like diamonds poured out from the tip of the spear, rushing towards the Great Unclean One with deadly intent. The demonic flames exploded violently after touching the Great Unclean One's skin, blasting open the Great Unclean One's skin and letting out painful blinding light.

Bolagus stumbled back, the stinging and burning demonic flames causing him great pain. He held the great sword tightly in his right hand and released a spell. A stream of black-green liquid covered his body, wrapping it in a wall.

Then it aimed the sword at Chasen, and the dark green energy swept towards Chasen, tearing the air along the way, leaving a thick toxic smoke. Chasen, who was unable to dodge, was swallowed by the energy and trapped in the liquid.

Sensing that the energy was declining, Chasen ignored the severe pain in his body and launched a desperate counterattack. The spear dancing in his hand flashed, cutting through the energy and tearing the tattered curtain containing Nurgle's will. With a wail, he shot out the last of his energy, and raised the spear with difficulty. The tip of the spear still flashed a strange light, but the blazing light on it had dimmed.

Bolagus, who had the upper hand in the fight, rushed towards Chasen triumphantly, and its great sword roared again, a piercing sound accompanied by all kinds of distorted life. Its hand without the great sword stretched out to Chasen, and grabbed Chasen's wings with its fingers. Chasen, who was close to it, wanted to repel it, and desperately slashed forward with his spear.

However, Chasen's efforts were in vain. The Lord of Change was too weak in close combat, even though he was a master in close combat among the Lord of Change.

Sensing its victory, Bolagus drew Chasen into a strange embrace, abandoning its greatsword and wrapping its arms around Chasen's struggling body, enveloping him in a sickening, energy-sucking embrace.

Chasen howled in despair. His spear fell to the ground and he blindly swung his silver claws to attack and tear. He could clearly feel that his consciousness was gradually fading.

Nurgle's will seeped through its magical shields, and a deadly weariness overtook it. The gleaming eyes of Bolagus filled its vision, the Great Unclean One's gaping mouth turned into a kind smile, the stench was overwhelming, and it was left with only a blurry vision.

"Now the six of us are too strong."

Daxus sighed and looked down at Vizar. He was sure that the energy was indeed weakened at this time, so weak that the Lord of Change had to abandon the long-range attack method and look for opportunities in close combat. The problem was... the Lord of Change's close combat ability was not good, and the two big cores had not been dealt with yet.

Having completed the kill, Bolags growled and slashed the greatsword he picked up again into the air, trying to knock down the already replaced Shiragtru. At the same time, Shiragtru stabbed downward with all his strength, and the staff that turned into a spear penetrated the flesh covering the skull of the Great Unclean One, and then split the thick and hard bones.

Bolagus's death howl came to an abrupt end as the spear pierced through the base of the Great Unclean One's brain and lodged itself into his spinal cord. In the final moments, foul-smelling fluids gushed out from his swollen skin, drenching all the Lords of Change fighting around him.

On the other side, Pusregnant also fought with Ajik and Sasoril. Ajik's claws ripped it open, but it just responded with laughter, then swung its greatsword violently, cutting off Sasoril who was trying to fill the position, along with half of his wings and left hand.

It enjoyed the roar of Sasoril, and a smile appeared on its withered face with its tongue hanging out. However, its smile soon froze on its face, and Sasoril's damaged muscles did not quickly reorganize around the broken bones, but were not fine at all, and it hit an illusion.

Sarthoril grinned, fangs bared, and pounced on the Great Unclean One.

Pusregnant reacted and roared, and Nurglings rolled out of its belly, hitting and biting Sasoril.

As if it had foreseen its own end, Sasoril ignored the harassment of the Nurglings and attacked with its fangs and claws, tearing many wounds on Pursregnant's body.

It might be instinct, or it might be due to some other blessing, but the Great Unclean One was beaten by it and could not move forward or backward for a while. In front of it, the big sword in the Great Unclean One's hand was too slow, and the left hand grabbing it was too funny. It kept extending its fangs and adjusting the angle to hit the Great Unclean One's shoulder hard.

It could be because he had the upper hand for a moment, or because he was really not good at close combat, or it could be because he was just messing around, or because Pusregnant adjusted the angle. Ejik bit the unclean one's neck firmly, but his sharp teeth only managed to tear off a layer of rotten fat.

Just as Ajik spat out the disgusting thing and was about to take another bite, the Great Unclean One opened its mouth and sprayed a lot of maggots, vomit and other filth from between its rotten teeth, hitting its face and splashing a lot into its mouth. It suddenly couldn't see anything, it loosened its claws, let go of the flesh and blood of the Great Unclean One, stumbled back, and swept madly.

It would have been fine if it hadn't swept it, but this sweep hit the Sasoril next to it, causing Sasoril's attack movement to be deformed.

At the same time, it felt its insides melting, the vomit of the Great Unclean One multiplying in its body, tearing its internal organs. It tried to roar to dispel the fear, but instead of sound, it vomited a pile of thick brown mucus. It knelt on one knee, black liquid dripping from between its fangs.

After Psregnant parried the attack of the deformed Sasoril, he swung the gnarled rusty greatsword cleanly and chopped off Ajik's bird head. Before it could shout happily, Amon suddenly appeared and slashed its chest with his sharp claws. It looked blankly at its stomach that kept pouring out all kinds of black and green things, ignored the attack of the Lord of Change, stumbled forward a few steps, and finally fell lifeless.

On the other side, Kugas, with a violent attitude, as if he had obtained a speed bonus effect, threw the remaining gangrene bomb at the low-altitude gliding Shiragtru.

These little creatures screamed in the air and hit the body of Shiragtru. Unable to avoid them, it tried to cover its body with its wings to resist, but the membrane on its wings was quickly decomposed, and the feathers were torn off and scattered in the air. Its body began to sway in instability, and the holes in its wings made it lose its previous balance.

Rotigus also moved, cuddling with Kugas, and waving the staff in his hand. The staff cut through the air and hit Hiragtru's head hard. Hiragtru anticipated this attack and tried to raise his weapon to block it, but he was still a step too slow. With a dull sound, the flat-lying gnarled staff hit Hiragtru's head like a shovel.

Shiragtru screamed, his body swayed, and his vision blurred. He struggled to steady himself, but the pain made his movements even more clumsy.

However, Rotigus's attack was not over yet. Although it was fat, its movements were extremely fast. It swung its staff again and smashed it at the defenseless left side of Shiragtru. Shiragtru, who had no melee defense, was hit hard, and the sternum under the feathers was crushed into powder. Shiragtru let out a shrill wail and his body twitched violently, but he was still tenacious. It swung its staff and stabbed it hard into the folds on Rotigus's belly, and the inflamed organs and the stench rushed out. Rotigus, who was more humiliated than in pain, roared and hit the third time. But it was still tenacious. It clumsily dodged the equally clumsy attack and stabbed Rotigus's belly with its staff again.

With the experience of being stabbed, Rotigus mobilized his fat and used the strong fat to absorb the staff. Shiragtru screamed and twitched, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull out the staff. After restraining Shiragtru, it swung its fat fist and hit Amon who tried to get closer.

Amon was hit directly by a punch before he could dodge. The punch was so powerful and violent that it flew up into the air, drawing a parabola in the air. Feathers scattered from his body, and colorful feathers fell like snowflakes.

It fell to the ground with a dull thud. It lay motionless, but not dead yet. Its chest rose and fell slightly, obviously it had suffered a serious injury.

After completing the attack, Rotigus adjusted his fist and smashed it at Shiragtru who was still trying to pull out the staff.

The deadly fist of Nurgle hit the bird's head of the Lord of Change. Heragtru let out a shrill wail, and his huge body trembled violently, his eyes closed tightly in pain. The claws holding the staff loosened, and he fell to the ground, his body twisted and struggling, making intermittent wails. Finally, his tongue spit out of his mouth, his eyes opened and closed weakly, and the light on his body quickly disappeared.

Sasoril, who was injured in the battle with Pusregnant, fought with Kugas, who had thrown all his gangrene bombs. Both rolled, bit, and struggled. Kugas's rotting body exuded a foul odor, and black and green mucus continued to ooze out of the wound. Sasoril held his staff horizontally, trying to use it to push the behemoth away from him.

Pinned to the ground, Sasoril struggled, his feathers becoming disheveled, his shining scales losing their luster due to corrosion. His ever-changing body looked particularly miserable, and his eyes showed a gleam of despair. Kugath's huge hand tightly grasped his decaying body, making a creepy creaking sound.

Kugas, who had gained the advantage in strength, sat up, lifted Sasoril to his neck, and looked at it carefully. Sasoril's body twisted violently in the air, and the rotten parts kept falling off, turning into pools of disgusting liquid. It burst into laughter, and the laughter was as deafening as thunder, mixed with the stench and rotten smell, which was disgusting.

With one breath left, Sasoril desperately waved his staff, trying to launch a final counterattack, but he was suppressed by Kugath's absolute power and could not move. His eyes rolled back, and he breathed more out than in, looking as if he was suffocating. Finally, the staff in his hand fell to the ground powerlessly, and his head tilted to the side. His limbs, no longer struggling, drooped and swayed as Kugath played with him.

After playing with it for a while, Kugas placed Sasoril's decomposing body into his mouth full of rotten teeth. The huge mouth was like an abyss, swallowing Sasoril whole. With his last breath left, Sasoril screamed in Kugas' throat, and the sound was gradually drowned out by the stench of digestion. Kugas' stomach made a gurgling sound, celebrating this victory.

Its laughter echoed across the battlefield with a creepy glee, but soon, its laughter stopped abruptly.

Amon, who had collapsed on the ground, suddenly got up, screamed, and threw the staff in his hand with all his strength. The staff quickly changed in mid-air and turned into a shining spear. The spear penetrated the air, making a buzzing sound, and with unstoppable force, it fiercely pierced Kugas's body and nailed Kugas to the spot.

Kugath's body twitched violently, its eyes widened, its mouth opened, and it screamed silently. Its rotten flesh was pinned by the spear, unable to move, as if the whole world had stopped in its pain. Its face showed a painful and angry expression, and its body began to slowly collapse. The rotten blood flowed out of the wound and dripped onto the ground, making a sizzling sound.

After throwing the staff, Amon fell to the ground powerlessly again, his body trembling slightly. Although the energy that sustained him was rapidly dissipating, it did not prevent a hint of a victorious smile from appearing on his bird face.

"What the hell is this!" Daxus, who was watching the battle from a distance, shouted subconsciously, but he didn't blush, instead he burst into laughter. In his opinion, this was too funny and too humorous. He never expected that the fight between the Lord of Change and the Great Unclean One would be so humorous.

What the hell is this? (Not

Now, maybe the three of us are too strong, or maybe two of us are too strong? The only Lords of Change left standing on the field were Daxus and Carlos Fateweaver, and Amon Jaeger lay half dead. Among the remaining Great Unclean Ones, Kugath was nailed to the ground, holding the spear with both hands, trying to pull it out, and Rotigus still maintained a certain fighting power.

"Pinocchio, are you ready to keep watching?" Carlos, the last reserve, moved. Like an old man who could be blown down by the wind at any time, he moved towards the center of the battle. While moving, his left brain turned and said to Dacus.

"Coming, coming." After taking a look at the frail Carlos, Daxus responded with a smile.

"No! This shouldn't be the case." As Dacus was running, Carlos's right brain, which could see far into the future, seemed to have caught something vaguely, and the infinite possibilities became irrefutable facts. It denied loudly, and its bird face was no longer full of cruel humor, but fear.

The air shook, the scene changed, and Daxus found himself in a silent forest, turning his body to look for his enemy. A strange chill suddenly struck his legs, but when he looked over, he found that everything was so wrong.

"Don't trust your senses, they can't help you." The next second, he closed his eyes and said to himself. In his mind, the current scene and the forest complemented each other. He staggered back and forth, changing his perception.

"Ah, ah, I think not!"

"He thinks he can be smarter than me?"

"Carlos, the weaver of destiny!"

"The Great Oracle, for whom the past holds no secrets..."

"Or in the future..."

"There are no secrets at all. Now, you can't stop what has happened. The end is at hand! Come in, come in! Everyone is welcome to my master's crystal..." Carlos' two heads quacked in unison.

When Daxus opened his eyes again, everything around him had returned to normal, and he activated his boots directly. The next second, the screams of Carlos' two heads stopped abruptly, and they turned their heads to look at him in horror. He showed Carlos a friendly and polite smile, raised Vizar and swung it at Carlos' back, and the blade, along with a weak sword energy, scratched the connection between Carlos' wings on his back.

Carlos raised his head and screamed, and the rippling energy engulfed him. His body shape underwent more than a dozen transformations, a fanged sky ray, a moon puppet twitching in colorful flames, a pink-skinned imp, a coal statue, a chirping songbird, and so on.

"You didn't expect this? You smug peacock."

"I don't think that's yours." Carlos leaned over to look at Daxus, the final effect flickered and took shape on its face, and it regained control of its form. It raised one hand, a light formed around it, and pointed the other hand at Vizar in Daxus's hand.

"That's not yours either!" Daxus responded, jumping and slashing the sword at Carlos' shoulder.

Carlos screamed, both mouths screaming at the same time. The sword drew a line in the air and chopped off its left brain, just like killing a chicken during the Chinese New Year, breaking the bird's head. It fell forward in pain, but Dacus's attack did not stop. Dacus twisted his body in the air and made an extremely difficult turning movement, using the potential energy of the sword to chop off its right brain.

The second attack failed to achieve the perfect damaging effect due to the deformation of the movement. Carlos' right brain was cut in half and hung down.

But that didn't stop its body from twitching, and its drooping head let out a loud whistle-like scream. It used its staff to support the ground, preventing its frail body from toppling over, but it couldn't stop itself from trembling and collapsing, collapsing so quickly that its outline blurred. It twitched, inward, outward, and then with a thud, it fell down and turned into a smoky crystal.

"I look forward to our next meeting."

Daxus slid to the crystal and stomped on it with the heel of his boot until it was crushed into glittering powder.

Kugas was still struggling. Standing beside it, Rotigs had no intention of going forward to help. Instead, he looked at it with a playful look. The trident that had been on standby moved at lightning speed, hitting it, which was already on the verge of collapse. Its struggle gradually weakened, and its fat hands fell weakly. Finally, it stopped breathing in pain, and its huge body drooped weakly, completely losing its vitality.

Amon lay on the ground, panting, the light in his eyes gradually dimming. The noise on the battlefield seemed to disappear at this moment, and only the sound of the wind blew in his ears. After hearing the sound of fast approaching footsteps, he reluctantly opened his eyes and looked at Dacus who stretched out his hand to greet him. A bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he knew that he had completed the last task. After taking a last look at Dacus, he closed his eyes, his body motionless, and fell into silence.

"You broke the great cycle, it's filthy and wrong, but you still need... uh... some kind of burial? So the worms can grow fat."

Rotigus frowned and looked at Dacus, speaking in a low voice. After he finished speaking, he vomited a river of bile from his intestines while thinking. The water flow carried the smell of decay and hit the ground with ruthless force, creating thick yellow-green foam.

Daxus frowned slightly, suppressing his nausea as he watched the sticky liquid spread on the ground. He knew he had to try another approach.

"Come on, you little fool... fool," Rotigus muttered, his eyes gleaming with irritation.

When Kugath was banished, the trident began to move again, and soft and weak lightning flashed out, winding in the air like a snake. The lightning intertwined into a web in the air and then struck Rotigus's relaxed body.

Every time a bolt of lightning struck its skin, there was a sharp crackling sound, and the smell of burning filled the air. Its body twitched violently, its thick skin was pierced by lightning, and the burned wounds emitted black smoke.

"Is this how you treat your savior?"

The pain made Rotigus shout angrily, and the pain made his voice even deeper and hoarse, losing its previous joy. Then, he reached into his stomach, pulled out a section of lower intestine, and threw it to Dacus in the distance like a huge wet rope.

The tubular rotten intestines flew in the air, carrying a rotten smell, but they did not hit Dacus with a bang, nor did they wrap around his body and crush him to death. He was quick-witted and quickly dodged to the side, and the intestines hit the ground, splashing a disgusting liquid.

The lightning continued, like burning arrows, piercing through Rotigus's thick skin one after another, bringing unbearable pain. Its body kept twitching, its skin was burned black, and blood and pus kept flowing out, merging into the bile river under its feet.

"What are you doing? I'm here to save you... uh... from dryness and infertility! Don't you know that?" Rotigus roared, his voice full of anger and pain.

As if in response to Rotigus' words, the lightning became more and more intense, and more lightning quickly struck Rotigus. Rotigus' body was already overwhelmed, and every strike of lightning made it feel cold and empty all over. Blood and pus kept flowing out and merged into the water under its feet.

The trident returned to Dacus's hand. He stepped back a few steps, ran quickly, and threw it hard. At this moment, he was possessed by Kerillian. The trident flashed with cold light, drew an arc in the air, and stabbed directly at Rotigus.

The trident hit Rotigus accurately, piercing deep into its chest. It let out a painful wail, and its huge body trembled like a crumbling mountain.

Its eyes were wide open, full of disbelief and despair. Pus gushed out from the wound, staining its thick skin green. With a final low roar, its body fell powerlessly, and its huge body hit the ground with a deafening roar.

"I'm sorry, I really don't know."

Daxus responded coldly, then he looked around and after making sure the surroundings were safe, he roared and thrust Viszar into the ground that was on the verge of collapsing.

The sky suddenly changed color, as dark and deep as the abyss, and the shadow instantly engulfed the entire bloody battlefield. Lightning crackled and exploded, and the electric light flashed across the sky. This was not the common white lightning in summer storms, but a dazzling and huge purple lightning. The purple electric light was like a shining crystal, spreading a purple glow over the battlefield.

A loud thunder roared, and a blue lightning bolt as wide as a spire split the sky. Clouds danced on its edge, and the light flickered there, bright and strange. After the lightning stirred in the air, the clouds dispersed, and then a huge purple lightning bolt roared and broke through the air!

There was a roar of explosion and purple lightning descended like a giant dragon. The sea water instantly boiled and mist rose up in the sky.

More and more lightning bolts were summoned to strike suddenly from the thunderclouds. In the lightning and thunder, strange lightning bolts hit the huge Leviathan accurately in strange paths. Leviathan let out a low roar, and its huge body was constantly twisted under the baptism of lightning, as if it was thrown into the void. Its outline changed in the lightning, and its huge body gradually became blurred and distorted, like a torn phantom.

Leviathan's scales flickered in the lightning, and gradually, its body began to disintegrate, and the scales turned into light spots and dissipated in the water. Its tentacles gradually disappeared under the impact of lightning, and its huge body turned into countless purple light spots, scattered in the water like wilted powder. Finally, its head also became blurred under the agitation of lightning, and finally disappeared completely in the void.

The dark clouds gradually dissipated, and the roar of thunder and lightning disappeared.

Dacus leaped out of the rolling sea with a trident in hand. His figure looked particularly majestic in the purple afterglow, the trident shone with purple light, a giant dragon flew behind him, the waves rolled below him, and the air was filled with the afterglow of thunder and lightning and the smell of salty sea water. (End of this chapter)