Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

"I beheld a raging beast, chained to the bone wall with bloody brass chains. Its every roar shook the ground I stood on, and its every word was filled with the fury of war. As the demon's gaze fell upon me, its voice boomed as it commanded me to release it, so that it could once again bring the glory of slaughter to the world.

For a moment, I considered fulfilling its request, for in that dark realm, an ally would undoubtedly be extremely useful. However, I soon realized the folly of such an approach. The demon had no loyalty to creatures like me in its heart. Its only master was anger, and killing was its only recognized companion. I quickly left the place, praying that the chains would hold until I left. "——"Demon Tome"

Bloodthirsters are the most powerful demons under Khorne. They have many titles, such as "Skull Lord", "Fist of Khorne", "Blood Drinker", "Flesh Eater", "Knife Bearer", "Death of Khorne", "Bloodstained One" and "Throne Guardian".

The Bloodthirster is not only the deadliest of Khorne's daemon servants, but the most powerful of all daemons. Such a beast is a harbinger of death, possessing unspeakable destructive power, living for the sole purpose of slaughtering, destroying and annihilating all it encounters. It is the fury of war incarnate, the embodiment of primal rage.

The Bloodthirster is a gigantic demon with scarlet skin that oozes blood, a lower body made of animal legs that fuse the features of a goat and a bull, and a humanoid upper body covered in thick, bloodstained black curly hair.

From its back extended two huge leather wings, shaped like dragon wings. On its neck was a beast-like head with a canine face and two bull horns extending to the sides.

Those who have faced a bloodthirster and survived often remember its massive size and unbridled savagery, as if death roared and screamed on its infernal wings, blacking out the sky. Their skin is covered with coarse hair, and their brass armor gleams with the blood of countless victims.

Bloodthirsters often wield an evil-enchanted battle axe that craves blood and carnage, while in the other hand they wield a cruel barbed whip that tears the flesh and bones of their victims with ease. These weapons are wielded with incredible strength, their muscles as hard as steel, fueled by an unending rage that neither weakens nor subsides.

Skarbrand was once the greatest of all Khorne Daemons, fighting endless battles in the name of the Blood God and bringing him countless victories. It was he who destroyed the gates of Slaanesh's first palace and brought destruction there.

No other Daemon in its long existence has ever piled so many heads before the Skull Throne, or shed so much blood, both of warriors and innocents. As such, it enjoys unrivalled favour with Khorne, an honour that ultimately leads to its downfall due to its extreme hubris.

Skarbrand's pride was so great that Tzeentch easily fanned its ego. On a dark day, when Khorne turned his attention elsewhere, its pride burned hot, and blinded by rage it struck a fierce blow at the Blood God. Its power was immense, but even so, it could not pierce Khorne's brass armour. The Blood God's armour was only chipped by a tiny nick, but that was enough to trigger Khorne's wrath.

Khorne was filled with rage. He grabbed Skarbrand by the throat, cursed Skarbrand's name, and ripped all personality from Skarbrand, leaving only the bottomless rage. After climbing to the highest tower of the Brass Citadel, he swung his arm and threw Skarbrand deep into the Realm of Chaos, banishing the bloodthirster from his presence forever.

For eight days and nights, Skarbrand fell, like a fiery comet of ill omen across the unchanging sky. The impact of the fall carved a chasm through the earth and tore its wings apart. From then on, it began a wandering life, drowning its sins in the blood of those it slaughtered.

The moment of betrayal driven by anger is frozen in its heart. It has become the embodiment of anger, an unstoppable violent force. Wherever it goes, order and discipline will be replaced by chaos, and everything that stands in its way will be immersed in endless hatred and wild barbarism.

Even the most rational people cannot resist its crazy corruption. Close friends and staunch allies will kill each other unscrupulously, and both the cowardly and the brave will attack the enemy frantically without regard for their own lives.

Now, Khorne offers Skarbrand a chance to atone for his sins, a precious chance.

"first!"

Splinterwin roared wildly. When he was at sea, he thought that the monster, which was bigger than all the red dragons combined, would be the first prey of him and Dacus. But... Dacus left him and went into the monster's belly alone. This made him unable to calm down for a long time. Now, he was very sure that the red-skinned beast in front of him would be a prey for him and Dacus.

The red dragon swooped down like a burning meteorite, with the power to destroy the world. His wings flapped rapidly in the strong wind, stirring up a scorching storm. The hot dragon breath had already gathered in his throat, ready to spit out flames that could melt everything.

And at this moment, Skarbrand flapped his tattered wings and took off from the ground with endless fury.

Dakwus knew the nature of the beast, and he watched Skarbrand with a detached air, feeling the rage pulsing around him, bringing visions of slaughter and victory. He laughed, the bloodlust of Khorne pales in comparison to his own serenity, the Blood God's promises of conquest and glory a fading temptation, surpassed by his own inner desires and calls for something deeper.

He adjusted his position on the red dragon's back, propped himself up with his hind legs, grabbed the thorns with his hands, and jumped up, holding the sea trident in his right hand. The tip of the trident was gradually wrapped in lightning, blue-white arcs jumped on the weapon, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of burning.

The sky also changed dramatically with his summons. The originally torn sky was covered with dark clouds, covering the entire battlefield. The curtain of darkness spread across the sky. Thunder echoed in the clouds like a war drum. Lightning flashed between the dark clouds and finally gathered in his direction. This surging power seemed to tear the sky apart and split the whole world in half.

His eyes were fixed on Skarbrand in the air. In his heart, he didn't want Springwin to fight Skarbrand. The two axes in Skarbrand's hands were no joke. He didn't think Springwin's scales could withstand it. He considered Springwin his friend and the bond between him and the red dragon clan. He didn't want anything to happen to Springwin, and he didn't want Springwin to become Baldros.

Sometimes, things are contradictory. After a long time of contact, he understood Springwin's character. After the Lauren Loren Jinchi finished his rest, he also talked with Yado. Yado and he are both champions of the Lauren Loren Queen, but unlike him, Yado is the champion of the first generation of the Queen.

Now, Yado is the arbitrator of the parliament, but he is very old, so old that he came from the era of the War of Vengeance and still remembers the events of the War of Vengeance. He told Daxus some things about Splinterwin. In his description and cognition, Splinterwin is a cunning old villain, with poor fighting ability but first-class ability to save his life.

The impression that Springtwin gave to Daquus was similar to what Yado had told him, but there were also some differences. He could feel that although Springtwin usually didn't mention it, he really took the contract between them seriously. He couldn't say that he was enthusiastic, but he really worked hard, dared to challenge high-intensity battles, and dared to face terrifying enemies.

Maybe it has something to do with who he is fighting for and why? Or maybe it's because he is disturbed by Skarbrand's aura, so... he is also conflicted.

Without thinking too much, Splinterwin's dive speed was very fast. When he felt that he was almost there, he roared. A thick lightning bolt fell from the sky, carrying the power of destroying the world and directly hitting Skarbrand. The lightning instantly covered the whole body of the bloodthirsty demon, and the shining electric light almost illuminated the entire battlefield.

However, as the light of the lightning gradually faded, Skarbrand's figure reappeared. Its heavy brass armor and the brass collar around its neck were engraved with evil runes, which now emitted a strange red light, as if absorbing the power of the lightning.

Dakwus was not surprised. Khorne and Tzeentch were two extremes. The former was good at close combat, while the latter was good at ranged combat. But being good at close combat did not mean that there was no means to resist ranged combat and magic. The brass collar given by Khorne was the best tool to resist ranged combat and magic. Khorne still loved Skarbrand, because the collar was still there...

Fast, too fast, as if an invisible hand was pushing him forward.

Just before the collision between Splinterwin and Skarbrand, he decisively let go of his hand, and with the help of the impact of his boots and the red dragon, he suddenly leaped towards the bloodthirsty demon. Holding the trident tightly in both hands, he quickly adjusted his posture in the air and rushed straight to Skarbrand's head.

"I am your doom, weak mortal, I am Skarbrand!"

Skarbrand roared and swung his axe, trying to hit the suspended Darkius, but it missed and the axe whistled past Darkius' ear.

Dacus landed precisely on Skarbrand's head. At this moment, the giant killer started. His legs were stabilized by various blessings, and his body did not lose control, let alone fall. He raised the trident with both hands and aimed it at Skarbrand's forehead covered with evil runes. Skarbrand, who was hit, roared again and tried to get rid of the enemy above his head, but the trident had already been firmly embedded in him.

"I know you, the famous exile, humiliated by the simplest tricks and abandoned by the Blood God. I also know why you are here. Soon, you will be ashamed of your failure again. Perhaps this time, your master will give you a more terrible punishment?" Dacus, who is good at treating people with sincerity and telling the truth, spoke the truth.

"Your skull will be a beautiful ornament for Khorne's throne, you vile creature. Fight me! Coward, fight like a true warrior. I will chop off all your bones and leave your skin to rot!"

Splinterwin saw Darkuth landing on top of the Bloodthirster and gave up the idea of ​​spitting out his breath, as the two massive forces collided head-on in the air, creating a deafening roar.

An axe left a ruddy trail in the air, flying towards Splinterwin's wings. Who was he? Yado's assessment of him was accurate. He was a cunning old bastard. He was not as violent and rough as Malok in fighting, which was why he was able to survive the brutal battles of the War of Revenge. He predicted Skarbrand's attack, and he swung his wings to avoid the fatal attack.

Skarbrand let out an angry roar, turned in mid-air, and swung out his other axe. However, his attack was stopped by Splinterwin, whose huge claws first grabbed the bloodthirsty demon's shoulder, and the sharp claws pierced deeply into his heavy brass armor, sparks flew, and his attack was deformed, and the axe full of death breath swung into the air again.

Skarbrand growled and swung his other axe with all his might, smashing it hard against the red dragon's neck. Splinterwin dodged to the side, but the axe still scraped his scales, sending up a shower of sparks. He roared, and the huge dragon's tail swept past, but the sweep was in vain, but the huge force carried him and Skarbrand forward.

The two sides kept circling and interweaving in the sky, entangled and torn in the air. Daxus was also busy. With rich experience in fighting big demons, he did not rush to stab the sword, but first released a secret method to weaken Skarbrand's defense.

When Splinterwin was in the upper position, he roared fiercely, then bit the Bloodthirsty Demon's shoulder with his sharp teeth, grabbed the Bloodthirsty Demon's wrist with his two claws, restricted the Bloodthirsty Demon's attack, and created opportunities for Daxus.

The fierce fight caused the bodies of both sides to collide in the air, and flesh and metal intertwined, making a harsh friction sound. Although Splinterwin barely restricted Skarbrand's movements, he did not completely restrict them. Even with the magical defense, his fragile abdomen and wing membrane were still chopped by the bloodthirsty demon's giant axe, and his skin and flesh rolled up, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted, trying his best to prevent the bloodthirsty demon from escaping his grip.

Skarbrand's armor was also torn by the red dragon's claws. The tough brass and chaos runes were torn into pieces, revealing the flesh and blood boiling like a volcano underneath. Blood gushed out from its wounds, emitting a disgusting stench.

However, the terrifying beast seemed to feel no pain at all, and instead became even more violent due to the pain of the wound. Its eyes seemed to be burning with hellfire, and it madly waved its huge battle axe, launching a fierce attack on the red dragon regardless of everything.

In the process of fierce fighting between the two sides, Daquus found an opportunity and made a decisive move. The Vizar in his hand flashed with dazzling light, like a sharp blade piercing through the darkness. Under the gaze of thousands of people on the battlefield, he pointed the sword directly at Skarbrand's skull. The blade pierced Skarbrand's head with the force of thunder, piercing through the layers of brass and scales, and reaching its core.

Skarbrand let out a heart-wrenching roar, and the whole world was shaking at its injury. The sound was full of anger and pain, like the roar of a demon in hell, deafening. Its once invincible body was shaking violently at this moment, and all its strength seemed to be rapidly draining away.

Vizsar's blade seemed to have sealed Skarbrand's soul. After piercing its skull, the power of Quesch quickly spread, tearing every nerve and blood vessel in its body.

Its eyes gradually dimmed, and the flames that were originally filled with bloodthirstiness and rage began to extinguish. Its body also kept twitching in the lightning, as if it was making its last struggle. The huge battle axe slipped powerlessly from its hand and hit the ground heavily, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Its huge and heavy body lost its support, swayed, and began to fall rapidly to the ground. At the same time, Springtwin also lost his balance due to the huge inertia, and followed closely behind, falling suddenly to the ground. The figures of both parties fell from the sky at high speed like two falling stars, and the surrounding air was distorted by their power.

There is a reason why Splinterwin is called "Broken Wings". His wings, which were already tattered, could not be fully unfolded after suffering severe damage. The speed of the two sides' fall was getting faster and faster, and their figures could no longer be distinguished. They were entangled together, like two nightmares that could not be separated, and they rushed to the ground with endless destructive power. Skarbrand's body hit the ground first, making a deafening sound. Its huge body hit the ground, raising a cloud of dust and gravel, and the ground was severely pressed into a huge hole. Then, Splinterwin's body also hit its body heavily.

The entire battlefield fell into a brief silence at this moment, as if all living beings were shocked and amazed by the fall of these two powerful men.

"Cough cough cough...are we... okay?" When Skarbrand's body disappeared, Springwin turned into a human form and lay on the ground not far from the pit, muttering.

"Of course." Daxus stood up shakily and affirmed in a slightly funny tone.

"Hahahaha…we two are so awesome!"

Dacus shook his head and smiled, then walked with difficulty to the side of Splinterwin. Even after Splinterwin turned into a human form, he still looked horrible, with wounds on his neck and abdomen clearly visible, and blood dyed the already funny toga red. He took out the silver scepter hanging on his belt, cast a divine praise on Splinterwin, and then threw the silver scepter to Splinterwin.

"Take it."

Holding the glowing staff, Splinterwin had a confused look on his face.

"Support! Cheer!"

"?" Splinterwin's confusion became even stronger. He didn't understand what Dacus was saying. He wasn't even sure if Dacus was speaking Elsalin. Then he slowly shook his head and said, "Help me up." He turned his body over and tried to stand up with his hands.

"I'm willing to serve you." Daxus did not respond immediately, but looked up. The magic was no longer ineffective, and the Red Dragon Army appeared. He knew why Springtwin was so arrogant and insisted on standing up instead of lying on the ground. After all, the first impression and the topic of conversation are very important.

“There is no glory here!”

Wearing dragon armor, Dacus lifted up Splinterwin effortlessly. After fixing Splinterwin's body with his left hand, he raised Vizar and roared, and his voice echoed on the battlefield like thunder. He was wearing dragon armor, exuding an unshakable majesty and power, and the blade flashed with a blazing light, announcing the impending death.

A Black Hawk Down scene was staged, and the crash site was extremely dangerous. He and Splinterwin fell right in the middle of the army of Khorne's servants.

Although Skarbrand was dead and had returned to accept Khorne's punishment, the servants of Khorne did not retreat. Instead, they became more fanatical because of the fall of the exile. Perhaps they wanted to complete the final kill and win Khorne's favor. Around them, countless vampires were like beasts that smelled blood, eager to approach.

The blood reaper closest to Daxus roared and rushed over. The long sword in its hand glowed red, and it slashed towards Daxus with endless murderous intent.

However, Dacus reacted as fast as lightning. He turned around with Splinterwin, as if performing a deadly dance. As Vizar flashed, the Blood Reaper's sword shattered into countless pieces in the air, and then the demon's body was cut open by the sword, and blood and flesh fell to the ground like raindrops.

However, the death of the Blood Reaper did not make the surrounding Khorne servants retreat, but instead aroused their deeper violent desires. More bloodthirsty vampires rushed towards Daxus from all directions, their bloodthirsty fangs and claws flashing deadly light.

Darkus remained calm and continued to spin with Splinterwin. Viszaal was like a dancing laser sword in his hand, and every swing took the lives of several enemies.

Blood gushed out like a tide, and corpses piled up at the feet of Dakwus and Splinterwen. Every move he made was full of power and grace, and he turned the battle into a bloody art. His sword cut the enemy's body, just like a master sculptor carving pieces of flesh and blood. At this moment, he was more like a servant of Khorne than a servant of Khorne. And Splinterwen was protected from harm by him. Although the battlefield around them had become purgatory, they were still not swallowed up.

But no matter how hard they fought, the enemies never seemed to decrease. It seemed as if they would drown in the next second, drowned in blood.

Just as Dacus swung his sword and fought fiercely with the vampire, the sky suddenly split open again, as if an invisible force was tearing the sky and earth apart. A shadow gradually emerged from the crack, initially just a vague outline, but as time went on, the shadow gradually condensed into shape. It was a blood-red giant sword, emitting a strong killing intent and endless resentment.

The color of the giant sword became brighter and brighter, gradually condensing from an illusory image into substance, and every inch of it was shining with blood, as if it was made of the blood of countless souls. The sword was engraved with evil runes, and as the sword condensed, these runes seemed to whisper, telling of blood and killing.

The giant sword finally took shape. It was suspended in the sky, and with the pressure of destroying the world, it fell rapidly in the direction of Dacus. A heavy sense of oppression filled the air, and even breathing became difficult. The giant sword tore through the space with unstoppable power, and pointed directly at Dacus with the momentum of destroying everything.

However, at the moment when the giant sword fell, the outline of an arc suddenly appeared on the sword's trajectory. The arc was bright and smooth, as if it was drawn from the void, forming an invisible protective shield that quickly wrapped around Daquus. The protective shield exuded a faint glow, forming a sharp contrast with the giant sword.

As the giant sword hit, the light on the shield suddenly lit up, forming a dazzling curtain of light. Finally, cracks began to appear on the front of the giant sword. The cracks started from the tip of the sword and gradually spread to the blade. The sword made of blood and resentment was being disintegrated by the light. The cracks became more and more numerous and dense, and finally the entire giant sword shattered in the air.

The sword broke without making any sound. It was as if it was absorbed by the light, and gradually became illusory from a real existence. The blood-red sword gradually faded, becoming more and more transparent, and finally seemed to turn into a cloud of smoke, floating in the air.

"Heaven," Splinterwin said softly.

“He is anxious, He is anxious, He is anxious!”

Daxus swung his sword again and took a look at the sky. He saw the giant sword disappearing. He knew what it was, "That's not a sword... This is a sword!" The Sword of Khorne. Then, he laughed and taunted while swinging the sword. At this moment, he was possessed by Khorne. He could feel the feeling of Khorne, the feeling of being right in front of him but unable to deal with it.

Having witnessed everything, Locksia felt a chill down his spine, his body trembling and shivering constantly, even though it was dark and blood was raining from the sky, he caught sight of Dacus, who jumped off the dragon's back and onto the demon's back.

"Lift the fence! Quick! Lift the fence!"

Then he saw everything that happened afterwards, and he was terrified. Now he and his family were completely controlled by the Witch King, and the present and future all depended on Dacus. While he admired Dacus's bravery, he didn't dare to think about what would happen if something happened to Dacus. That was something he and his family could not accept or face, and he reacted with a hysterical roar.

However, faster than Loxia were the behemoths in the front. The behemoths in a state of rage pushed open the fence effortlessly, and the behemoths wearing heavy armor charged forward like an unstoppable torrent.

On the battlefield, a frenzied atmosphere of iron hooves and roars suddenly broke out.

Crazy, completely crazy, everything on the battlefield is crazy.

The moment the giant sword appeared, the anger of the entire Red Dragon Legion was ignited, and the speed of the red dragons' dives suddenly increased, and the dive angle became larger and larger, like a group of angry fire beasts, rushing from the sky to the ground with endless fury. Their eyes burned with the anger of revenge, and their huge bodies drew fiery arcs in the air, heading straight for the army of Khorne's servants.

At the moment of diving, the red dragons opened their ferocious mouths, and the burning breath gathered in their throats, as if the flames from hell were being compressed and condensed. The next moment, the flames gushed out, like an erupting volcano, pouring high temperature and destruction on the servants of Khorne.

The power of the flames was so strong that the air was twisted in the breath, and the flames swept past with a roaring sound, rolling up countless ashes and smoke. The servants of Khorne who were engulfed by the flames turned into charcoal in an instant, their skin quickly scorched and cracked under the high temperature, their flesh and blood were burned into black fragments, and even their bones were gradually shattered in the flames.

When the servants of Khorne were hit by the flames, they screamed piercingly, with endless pain and despair in their voices. Their bodies twisted and struggled in the flames, but they were powerless to escape this catastrophe. The flames were like greedy fire snakes, burning all the enemies who dared to stop the red dragon into ashes.

The armor of the servants of Khorne melted rapidly under the impact of the flames, turning into dripping liquid metal, burning the ground with a hissing sound. The ground was torn apart by the flames, and the soil was baked into scorched earth by the scorching heat. The originally muddy battlefield instantly turned into a desolate charred ruin.

The rage ignited the fury of the Druki, and they went mad, weapons raised high in their hands, roaring madly, charging forward, tearing at the demons they could reach with swords and spears.

The originally orderly formation collapsed at this moment. Even the experienced Baclon stopped commanding. The southern outpost garrison composed of Duruchi and lizardmen attacked in a long snake formation. Viena, who had retreated to rest, also abandoned the food in his hand, and even abandoned the shield not far away, and drew the Messer knife at his waist to charge.

A steady stream of elves, cold lizard cavalry and chariots passed through the Ancient Saints' Path and poured into Duruchi's camp like a tide. After understanding the current battlefield situation, the forces from Chapeyuto launched a fierce charge with almost no hesitation and roared.

The Tyrannosaurus assault group, which was originally shrinking in formation, completely gave up its defensive posture and turned to attack because of Dacus's fall. Kuimok suddenly turned around in the roar of Ku Jia, and his huge body was like a moving mountain. The other Tyrannosaurus also quickly adjusted their formation under the command and suppression of the Lizardman generals, closely coordinating with each other to become a huge fighting machine and launched a ruthless attack.

Every step of the Tyrannosaurus made the earth tremble, and their heavy footsteps sounded like war drums on the battlefield. Their huge bodies swept through the enemy camp like a storm during the charge, and wherever they went, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the enemy's team was torn apart like fragile pieces of paper.

At the same time, the behemoths and lizardmen in the front also launched a full-scale charge. Their huge bodies and infinite power swept through like a torrent, crushing all the enemies in front of them into mud. Even the Skin Lizards that were originally in the rear were not to be outdone at this moment, and quickly mobilized to join this unprecedented fierce attack.

The Slann magic priests sensed the changes on the battlefield and once again cast powerful magic, turning the originally muddy land into dry and hard.

The quagmire that once hindered the movement of the troops was quickly drained under the influence of magic. The solid and dry ground was like a battlefield tailor-made for these behemoths, allowing them to step on the ground effortlessly with every step and rush towards the enemy with unparalleled power.

For a moment, the chaos on the battlefield reached its peak. At this moment, all the forces gathered together, and the rage between heaven and earth was all focused on this side, sweeping away unstoppably. (End of this chapter)