Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

"It tastes like that."

Although Daxus has been an elf for decades, some habits are deeply ingrained in his mind, such as... watching the fun.

However, he did not go closer to take a look. The firing position of the twisted cannon was separated, like an independent artillery position, isolated from the surrounding battlefield.

In his opinion, this was correct, because he felt that this thing was really unreliable. He didn't trust this thing. No matter from which aspect, this thing exuded an air of unreliability.

As a branch of the elves, the distortion cannon produced by Duruchi must not be as crudely made as those of the Skaven. The distortion cannon has a unique shape, smooth where it should be smooth, sharp where it should be sharp, and clear lines like a work of art.

It was called a distortion cannon, but from the appearance, Daxus felt that the shape of the cannon was more like the prism cannon on the Flame Crystal anti-gravity tank next door, like a gorgeous thick spear.

The overall tone is black, and the surface is decorated with the unique and complex patterns of Duruch. Every moment is a combination of elegance and murderous intent, like a sleeping beast, ready to wake up at any time.

The front end of the gun body is composed of a crystal prism that looks like a spear and a water drop. It is crystal clear and exudes a sharp cold light.

The central area is a concentrated embodiment of craftsmanship, with five large long crystals and five short crystals installed. These crystals are arranged in a precise geometric manner to form a core area for observation and energy concentration. The surface of the crystals is faintly glittering with flowing magical brilliance, which keeps flowing.

The rear end is the most unique part of the Distortion Cannon. Five vertical and square arcane spheres are enclosed in a heavy isolation box. Unlike the exposed lightning cannons of the Skaven, the design of the Druki emphasizes control and isolation. The spheres are tightly sealed, making it safer.

The others are devices used to fix and transfer the distortion cannon.

The design of the isolation box is exactly the same as the isolation magic tools controlled by the female sorcerers of the raider, reflecting the elves' consistent pursuit of details. But it is also very troublesome to replace, more troublesome than reloading the original revolver. Fortunately, the distortion cannon does not need to be reloaded repeatedly like conventional artillery. Before the battle, just install the corresponding arcane ball according to the mission requirements.

Unlike some games, its units are made up of fixed models and data.

The world that Daxus lives in is made up of reality. For the high magic race, it is very simple to destroy the lightning cannon of the ratmen. Just activate the dimensional stone at the rear end of the cannon. After all, the world made up of reality has no model and value. Similarly, anyone can use the dimensional stone, including the ratmen and other races.

Explode...

The operation of the Distortion Cannon seemed extremely simple? At least that was what Daxus thought. All he needed was his hands, just like a Skin Lizard Priest placing his hands on a solar engine.

But actually, it’s a bit technical.

The arcane sphere connected at the rear end was activated by the sorceress, and the sphere began to flash a dark purple light. The gun barrel also began to glow, like a special effect light, lighting up first at the rear end, transitioning to the middle, and all the way to the front end.

After being activated, the energy quickly rushed to the observation and concentration room in the middle, like a rushing river of magic power. The patterns on the gun barrel became more and more obvious, and a slight humming sound began to appear in the air, with a hint of danger.

The sorceress stared at the concentration room intently. When the energy stabilized, she nodded slightly and then placed her hand on the control sigil. The energy in the concentration room entered the acceleration phase. The violent energy was compressed to an unimaginable degree and quickly rushed to the crystal prism at the front.

After the crystal prism captured the energy, it began to emit a dazzling dark purple light. The words dark purple and dazzling are difficult to associate together, just like colorful black, but the distortion cannon did it. It is not responsible for enhancing the power of energy. The energy conducted out of the concentration chamber is fixed. It is only responsible for gathering and collecting energy and adjusting the direction of the ray to make it more accurate. It can be shot directly, like a pulsed laser, or it can be scattered laser.

Every second, the flow of energy seemed precise, and the light it emitted seemed to foreshadow impending destruction.

Then, launch!
There was no deafening roar like a cannon firing, in an environment where everything was so quiet, a dazzling purple-black beam suddenly flashed from the front end of the distortion cannon, and the concentrated energy was released.

The beam was like a magical blade that split the sky, and it instantly struck the target along the trajectory calibrated by the prism. The air along the way was distorted by the violent fluctuations of energy, and even a brief vacuum zone was created.

The magical defenses outside of Gorond were penetrated, and the explosion of Shash energy was like a ruthless natural disaster, tearing the forest to its essence. The towering trees turned into ashes like pieces of paper under the impact of energy, and the once lush treetops were directly evaporated, and the vines and bushes below turned into nothingness. Everything was so silent, like an unintentional touch, but it left irreversible marks between every inch of bricks and stones.

The first crack appeared silently at the corner of the city wall. At first, it was just a barely visible mark, like a faint sigh of time engraved on the stone. However, the crack spread at an alarming speed, as if something was pulling an invisible thread in the invisible world. The stone began to age, and mottled textures appeared on the surface, and then gradually turned into powder, turning into dust and dissipating with the wind.

The wall was shaking, but it was not an ordinary vibration, but a more primitive and profound disintegration. It was as solid as a rock just now, but at this moment, the sound of disintegration appeared. This sound was not like collapse, but more like a sigh, a sigh of natural withering after countless years.

The wind of Shash continued to blow, as gentle as a breeze, but as cold as death itself. It carried an inescapable law, without a trace of mercy. Every stone began to crumble, from the inside out to nothingness. Those walls that were once so strong that they seemed to be able to compete with eternity were now like fragile sand castles, instantly washed away by the tide of time.

In silence, the city wall that was hit by the twisted cannon collapsed, and a huge gap appeared in the outermost wall of Gorond. The remaining wall looked abrupt and funny, like a row of teeth with a missing front tooth.

The whole process was incredibly fast, yet it also had an indescribable sense of slowness, as if time was stretched and compressed at the same time. The huge rocks fell, but there was no expected roar, because when they touched the ground, they had already turned into a pile of dust.

The Yankees who were standing on the wall and watching the show with laughter just a second ago disappeared along with the wall. There was no change in their expression, no desperate wail before death, nothing. The moment the beam hit the wall, they disappeared, as if they had never existed.

This scene was like a duel. Two duelists were fighting with dueling swords, and the two sides were fighting back and forth, which was very lively. Until one of the duelists suddenly took out a musket from his cloak and pointed it at the other...

Times have not changed, and it remains the same. The real killer move is not the duel sword, nor the gorgeous flame, but the invisible, silent, but inescapable force of the end.

The blazing flames of Anasara are nothing more than a deceptive smokescreen, dazzling but short-lived, like a carefully staged performance. What really destroys the walls and disintegrates life is not the heat of the flames, but the silent pace of time, and the wind of Shash is the most profound interpretation of the essence of time.

The power of Shashi comes from the past, because the past has become a foregone conclusion, cannot be changed, and is destined to disappear forever; it passes through the present, because death and the end are the core essence of life at every moment; it points to the future, because the future cannot escape the fate of ending. The wind of Shashi is not a simple force, but an indifferent and eternal rule. It is like time itself, ignoring all resistance, corroding, corrupting, and destroying everything, whether it is flesh and blood or hard stone, and nothing can escape its control.

The walls of Gorond were originally built of solid stones, seemingly eternal and indestructible. However, stone also has its limits. In the face of time, it is nothing more than dust that can be crushed at will. The powerful Shash energy condenses the pace of time into a moment, compressing the process of weathering and erosion over countless years into a single moment.

Part of the wall collapsed in an instant, as if it had never existed. The remaining structure seemed to remind the elves that no matter how great the building, the great achievements, or the short life, it cannot escape the end of time.

Shashu is not only a symbol of destruction, but also a part of cycle and order. The end is not a sorrow, but a necessity. It runs through the past, present and future, interweaving life and death. Blowing from the past to the future, the coldness and eternity in this wind reveal the most fundamental truth of time.

It is cold but real; it is destructive but pure; it is silent but carries the deepest philosophy.

This made Dacus sigh: Death is the destination of all things, and time, silent and irresistible, is the only invincible enemy.

That is why Anathara and Malekith named this terrible weapon "Twist Cannon", showing the extreme purity and cruelty. This is the understanding of Shashu by the Duruchi spellcaster, not using Shashu like necromancy.

Of course, there are a very small number of strong people who can control the profound power of Shaxu. They can solidify the future in the present and freeze the flow of time; or pull the past back to the present and reproduce the past moment. This kind of control over Shaxu is not only a challenge to time, but also a rebellion against the rules of the end.

However, no matter how twisted it is, the sand will eventually have the same ending: end and nothingness.

As time quietly passed four o'clock in the afternoon, the lead-gray sunlight covering Naggaroth gradually faded. The sky became dark, a cold blue light climbed up the horizon, and the outlines of the two moons gradually became clear.

With two corners of the octagonal wall of Gorond missing, Druch's army began to move.

The second round of chaotic fighting began. (End of this chapter)