Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Vasis took a step forward, and the aroma assaulted her nose, so strong that it made her eyes water. It was a terrible musk, with sweet incense and tempting fruity aromas, which penetrated deep into her body. Her vision became blurred, her muscles became loose, and the sudden urge almost made her kneel to the ground, just wanting to lean down and inhale this dizzying aroma.

"Edrezer, give me strength!" she prayed in a low voice.

"We didn't expect you to come, sweet child." A double voice sounded from the mist, a voice that sounded both male and female, but at the same time neither.

Vasis hesitated.

"Oh, how we have missed you," the voice continued.

Animal eyes flickered in the mist, and creepy figures moved with immortal precision. The horrific creatures approached on legs as thin as bird claws, their strange, boneless bodies exuding a strange charm that was both feminine and masculine, and a mixture of all gender characteristics at the same time.

They stroked their bodies with claw-like hands, scratching their pale skin, twisting their black tongues in the air, and making creepy moans and gasps. Under their long eyelashes, those goat-like eyes with vertical pupils lingered on Vasis's body, as if staring at fresh prey.

"We know you, we once knew you. Come back, sweet child, and let us carve our love into your flesh."

At that moment, fear pierced into the depths of Vasis's soul like a thorn, and wet flesh, bloody razors, and sweet words emerged from some hidden corner. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest, and the next moment, the moment of fear ignited the raging anger in her heart.

"In the name of Edrezer!"

She screamed, swinging her spear.

The demon's claws made a harsh sound on the ground, and it pounced on her, flipping over her head. Its long claws slashed through the air, and its sharp blades slashed through the gap in her shoulder armor, leaving a thin wound on her shoulder. Blood immediately gushed out. However, the next second, the demon was pierced by a spear from behind her, and there was more than one spear. Jumping into the army formation was tantamount to seeking death.

Another succubus leaped towards her like a hawk, with its claws extended forward. She flicked her wrist, and the spear accurately slashed the monster's face in midair, leaving a deep gash. The succubus screamed miserably, fell to the ground, and struggled while holding the wound on his face. A fierce light flashed in her eyes, and she adjusted the angle of the spear and fiercely stabbed it into the succubus's face.

The battle unfolded like a whirlwind.

The figures of the demon and the elf intertwined, the light of swords and the shadow of claws dancing in the air. The blade of the succubus flashed like mercury, facing the sharp weapon in the hands of the elf.

After completing the kill, Vasis was fighting with a succubus. The monster was waving its gleaming claws and approaching step by step. Although she dodged and parried again and again, the claws still left scars on her body, a cut on her thigh and a bloody line on her collarbone.

"You are slow, clumsy and dull, you are old. You will eventually come back to us, right? You will eventually come back to us..." the demon whispered, his tone full of sarcasm, and at the same time, his claws chopped at Vasis's head.

Vasis leaned back and dodged the attack. Almost instinctively, she slammed her shield into the demon's ankle. When the demon lost balance, she swung her spear and stabbed it. The sharp blade of the spear pierced through the tendons and bones like cutting mud. The demon screamed sharply and dragged on the ground with its crippled legs to try to escape, but she did not give the demon a chance. She swung her spear coldly and stabbed the demon's head. The demon's body instantly turned into a sticky substance.

A scream came from not far away. Before Vasis could catch his breath, he turned around suddenly and saw a succubus pressing Avala to the ground. The needle-like blade in his hand kept scratching the elf's face.

"I only did this because I missed you so much." The demon said softly, and then stabbed his claws into Avara's eyes.

Drucci howled in agony, her screams piercing the air, blood staining her cheeks and hair, and her trembling fingers red.

Avala was not a friend of Vasis, but Avala owed her Sovereign. Unfortunately, she could not do anything. She was in the army, she could not save her gambler, she could only watch her gambler die.

The captain roared, leaped over the Dread Spearman who was about to attack, and cut off the head of the Lust Demon with one sword. The body turned into filthy slurry and disappeared into the air, but the distorted face still remained in a hideous smile.

Vasis breathed a sigh of relief. Avala was still alive, even though his face was covered in blood, his eyes were blind, and his wounds were still bleeding. But her gambling friend, the Avala who had struggled to survive with her and had experienced countless gambling games and fights together, was still alive. His breathing was rapid but steady, and the faint rise and fall of his chest showed that his vitality was still there, which gave her a brief comfort.

What made her even more relieved was the sound of the horn.

The clear sound of the horn penetrated the chaos on the battlefield, delivering a brief sense of order and direction. This meant that she could temporarily retreat to the rear, no longer having to face the screams and claws of the succubus, nor witness the filthy cruelty of those fallen creatures.

She gritted her teeth and dragged Avala with another gambler, pulling him towards the rear. Her body was soaked in blood, not knowing whether it was the enemy's or her own, and the cracks in her armor were aching, but she forced herself to ignore it all and just wanted to bring Avala to a safe place.

However, just as she finally dragged Avalara to the back, let go of Avalara and raised her head, her eyes widened and she froze in place for a moment.

A huge shadow slowly emerged from the fog.

At first, it was just a blurry outline, but as time passed, Vasis' heartbeat began to accelerate rapidly and her breathing became sluggish. The shadow was taller than expected, almost completely obscuring the surrounding battlefield. As the fog dissipated, its full appearance was finally exposed to Vasis's sight.

It was a creature that could not be fully described in words, a creature of extreme horror and distortion. Its body was as tall as a tower, made up of the perfect parts of several different creatures, and every inch of its skin exuded a strange luster. Its four arms each held a different weapon, a blood-red sickle, a whip covered with barbs, a grotesque scepter, and a claw that was so sharp that it was almost weird. Every movement of it was accompanied by an irresistible grace, but also concealed a destructive power.

Its face, if it could still be called a "face", was a complete nightmare fusion. Half of the face was as charming and seductive as a peerless beauty, while the other half was as hideous and brutal as a demon. Sharp teeth were exposed from the corners of the mouth, and the bright red tongue slowly licked the lips. The eyes were as deep as black holes, with mockery and contempt, able to see through everything and look directly into the soul.

Its long legs were bent like those of a wild animal, and its claws made a slight buzzing sound when they stepped on the ground, shaking the earth slightly. Every step seemed to carry endless pressure, accompanied by a low murmur. The sound did not know whether it came from its throat or the entire space, and it sounded directly in Vasis's soul.

The mist began to swirl around it, and the vague faces and laughter gradually gathered together, cheering for its arrival. An indescribable smell spread, a sweet, corrupt, and tempting smell that rushed straight into Vasis's nostrils, causing her stomach to churn instantly.

"Welcome, children."

Its voice came from all directions, low and pleasant, with a kind of cold intimacy, as if welcoming its family back. Every word of it carried an irresistible power, causing Vashis' body to tremble involuntarily.

"Impossible... What kind of monster is this..."

Vasis held the weapon tightly, trying to shake off the fear that invaded her soul, but her hands were shaking uncontrollably. She stared at the monster, screaming in her heart.

The surrounding elven soldiers also gradually noticed the appearance of the Secret Keeper, and all kinds of expressions appeared on their faces, shock, anger, fear, but more of a deep sense of powerlessness, they had faced countless enemies, but never faced such a terrifying existence.

The Secret Keeper's steps were slow but firm. The fog made way for it like a servant, and its huge figure enveloped the square. It lowered its head, and its deep eyes stared at the Druki with different expressions, and a sickening smile slowly rose from the corner of its mouth.

"Are you afraid, little elves? Come, let me see how far you can go... or kneel down and accept the embrace of my Lord?"

The Secret Keeper whispered in a low voice, his deep eyes flashing with mockery and contempt, his voice was like the hissing of a poisonous snake, and like venom slowly seeping into the bone marrow, making the elves' scalps numb. It slowly raised its sharp claws covered with barbs, the sharp tip flashing with a strange light, and was about to point it at the Duruchi.

But just as its claws were about to fall, something unexpected happened.
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A baby was born. He neither cried nor made a fuss, but spoke a word.

"Huang Wei is an amateur."

Even if he is suffering from Alzheimer's disease and has forgotten his wife and children, lying on the hospital bed, a dying patient can sit up in shock and utter something.

"Huang Wei is an amateur."

Some things are easy to forget with time, but some things...

The same was true for Daxus. The twelve-meter-tall figure in the distance left such a deep impression on him that he would never forget it even in the next era.

The story begins a long, long time ago, starting with the first steamed bun...

He had seen this Secret Keeper before, in the forest of Clar Karonde, on the day of Tide of Dusk. The appearance of this Secret Keeper was like the final BOSS that spawned in the Novice Village due to a system error, and it gave him a direct surprise: What a surprise!

A violent flash of lightning cut through the fog and haze, tearing the air over the battlefield. The lightning was so fast that it was impossible to catch it, and everything happened in an instant.

The moment the Secret Keeper appeared, he activated S'An Westin. His figure disappeared from the spot in an instant like a streak of lightning. The wind he raised didn't even have time to blow away the mist left behind when he just stood there.

The next second, his figure appeared in front of the Secret Keeper!

"It's your turn to be afraid, monster!" His voice was cold, and before he finished speaking, he swung the sword in his hand!

The claw, which had not yet been fully raised, along with its sharp barbs and attached scales, was instantly cut off by the sharp edge of the sword!

A strange blood mist gushed out along with purple blood, and the huge claw fell to the ground like a useless stick, twitched a few times, and then completely stopped moving.

The Secret Keeper did not let out a scream filled with pain and anger, but more of a scream filled with shock and disbelief.

Everything happened so fast, so fast that it didn't even have time to react, so fast...

Just as its eyes suddenly lowered and looked at the broken claw, as if it couldn't believe that such a thing would happen to it, the light of the sword burst out like lightning splitting the night, and its second claw flew into the air under this ruthless slash, making a dull sound when it landed, and purple-black blood splattered all over the ground like a waterfall.

It was only then that it let out a sharp cry. "It's so noisy." Daxus's voice was like an ice blade in the cold winter, with a piercing coldness and a resolute killing intent.

The Secret Keeper wanted to retreat, wanted to escape, but its huge body seemed clumsy and slow in front of Daxus.

Daxus didn't give the Secret Keeper any chance to breathe. He swung the sword again, this time directly at the Secret Keeper's shoulder. His speed was incredibly fast, and every swing of the sword brought with it the power to destroy the world. He stepped on the trident, took a step forward, and then slashed down with the force of thunder, and the blade accurately slashed the Secret Keeper's shoulder.

This time, the Secret Keeper's huge body trembled violently, and the strange blade pierced through its shoulder all the way to its chest, almost splitting its body in half. Strange blood gushed out, steaming up a foul-smelling smoke, but it did not splash on Daquus's armor.

It’s nothing, Daxus is just too fast!
Without any pause, he gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and pulled out the sword violently, taking away a large piece of rotten internal organs.

The Keeper staggered, screaming in mad agony, and tried to retreat once more, but its massive size meant it could no longer fight back.

"A thing like you is worthy of being called a secret keeper?"

Daxus sneered, his mocking voice ringing out.

Then, he jumped high, and the sword in his hand shone with a blazing light, which even pierced through the fog around him and illuminated the entire battlefield.

"Go away! Go back and kiss your master's ass!"

The sword fell from the sky and chopped straight towards the head of the Secret Keeper!

The light of the sword pierced the darkness like a meteor, and with a deafening roar, the Secret Keeper's head was neatly split in half, and purple-black brain matter and sticky blood instantly splattered all around. The huge body then fell to the ground with a bang, and the huge shock even made the ground tremble for a moment.

But Daxus did not stop. He stepped on the Secret Keeper's chest, raised the sword and chopped off the Secret Keeper's head completely. He lifted the huge and ugly head and threw it hard into the group of demons that were still roaring.

"It's back, now, it's your turn!"

The screams of the demons gradually turned into trembling low moans. They hesitated and retreated under Daxus's cold gaze, as if they finally realized that they were not facing an ordinary mortal, but a cold-blooded and ruthless god of killing.

"Next!"

The body of the Secret Keeper gradually turned into a ball of distorted light and smoke, dissipating in the air, and the square fell into a brief silence. But it was not over yet. Daxus turned around, and the sound seemed to come from the abyss, playing a deeper prelude to death for the battlefield.

"Did you see it clearly?" Aris, who was looking down, whispered to Talos beside him.

He did not go to the front battlefield, but chose a relatively good position, so good that he could see the commanding, confirmed defector Kaldor Koreth. But he did not shoot the arrow, one because the distance was too far, and the other because Talos would not let him do so. He knew that Talos and the elves from Elsin Arwen were following Dacus' orders to monitor him.

"It's difficult. He is stronger now than when I first met him." Talos sighed.

"I'm curious, what's your relationship with Dacus? He seems to look at you differently." Aris continued, with a hint of casual exploration in his tone.

"Friend." Talos was silent for a moment, looking into the distance with complicated eyes. After a while, he sighed and said calmly.

"Friend?" Aris raised his eyebrows, surprised by the answer.

Talos was about to answer, but suddenly froze. His eyes widened, his expression suddenly changed, and his breathing became rapid and disordered. Ares immediately noticed something was wrong and looked in the direction of his gaze.

In the distant mist, a new shadow emerged. At first, it was just a vague outline, looming in the depths of the diffuse mist. However, as it approached, the shadow gradually became clearer, and terror enveloped the entire battlefield.

It was a gigantic being, the most powerful hunter among the Secret Keepers, the embodiment of weirdness and violence. All concepts of fear and depravity were embodied to the extreme in it.

Its body was even larger than the previous Keeper of Secrets, towering like a tower, and every step it took made the earth tremble slightly. Every movement was filled with unparalleled grace and danger, as if death itself was performing itself in the form of a dance. Its face was even more bizarre, twisting with strange beauty and pure malice, and its eyes revealed endless contempt and greed.

Two pairs of curved horns extended from its head, like some kind of noble and evil crown. Its smile was mocking and cruel, and the laughter seemed to come from the depths of the Chaos Demon Realm, which was chilling.

"Useless resisters, behold your fate." Its voice echoed in the air, and every word was tearing at the souls of the elves present.

The soldiers on the square felt it coming and stopped almost at the same time. Many of them looked up in fear at the tall figure. The shouts from the previous second disappeared, replaced by silence and fear. Some soldiers' weapons even slipped from their hands. Their bodies trembled with fear, and their legs could not support them, so they fell to their knees.

Ares's hand unconsciously tightened the bowstring, his eyes fixed on the monster stepping out of the mist. His Adam's apple rolled up and down, but he did not speak.

"Shalaxi Demon Disaster!" Talos's expression was filled with incredible shock, and the next second, his expression turned into rage and madness. If Dacus hadn't told him to keep an eye on Aris, at this moment he really wanted to jump down and fight side by side with Dacus to kill this keeper of secrets who was like a nightmare to him.

"Do you know him?" Aris asked in a low voice, with a hint of tentativeness in his tone.

"It is the most terrible hunter... It was once suppressed in the Golden Pool... My love..." Talos nodded, his voice so low that it was almost inaudible.

Aris took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, but his hands were still shaking slightly.

"You are worthy of the name Herban!"

Daxus's roar was like thunder, tearing through the dense fog.

His voice was loud and full of determination, just like the words he shouted when he killed Xia Laxi Mozai for the first time a few years ago. This sentence was not only a declaration of war against the enemy, but also a declaration of faith. No matter how powerful this monster was, he would kill it again!

As the roar sounded, his figure suddenly disappeared, like a bolt of lightning tearing through the battlefield. His speed was so fast that it was difficult to catch, leaving only a faint electric light and a faint smell of burning in the air.

Xia Laxi had already noticed Daquus's movements, and a trace of disdain and anger flashed across his twisted and elegant face. He suddenly raised the spear in his hand. The weapon was like some kind of living thing, and the tip of the spear flashed with a strange purple light, as if it could devour souls. At the same time, his other hand raised a round shield, and the surface of the shield was engraved with dazzling patterns, and every curve whispered about depravity and temptation.

Daxus' figure appeared in front of Xia Lashi like thunder. Without any pause, the sword in his hand pierced Xia Lashi's chest with destructive power.

However, Xia Laxi's reaction was incredibly fast. He quickly raised his shield and blocked the sword.

Boom!
click!
The sound of the sword hitting the shield was like a boulder falling to the ground, shaking the air around it slightly, and then the shield shattered. The huge impact force shook Xia Laxi's body back half a step, but it quickly stabilized its body, and then waved its two sharp claws covered with barbs, grabbing at Daquus with a piercing whistle.

Dacus dodged the first blow by leaning sideways, and then quickly slashed back with his backhand, the sword drawing a shining arc, going straight to Xia Laxi's side. Xia Laxi had no choice but to use his claws to block, and another claw swept from the side, aiming directly at his chest.

He cut off the claws and stepped on the trident, kicked hard, jumped up, dodged the claws that swept across, and then turned over and jumped over Xia Laxi's head. He twisted his body in mid-air, raised the sword high, and the sword light fell like a meteor, slashing Xia Laxi's back.

There was a bang.

The sword slashed into Xia Laxi's back, and blood gushed out like a fountain. It let out a deafening scream, its body trembled violently, and purple-black blood gushed out from the wound. But this did not make it retreat, but instead inspired it to attack more frantically. It turned around and stabbed out with its spear, and the tip of the spear went straight to Daquus' chest like a venomous snake. At the same time, its remaining claws waved, trying to block all of Daquus's escape routes.

Dacus snorted coldly, stomped his feet hard, and his body turned into lightning again. His speed was so fast that Xia Laxi's attack missed, and the huge claws and spear fell on his body almost at the same time, distorting the air.

Just when Xia Laxi had not yet adjusted himself, Daquus' figure appeared again.

This time, he appeared directly on Xia Laxi's left side, and the sword slashed down with the power of thunder.

The sword's edge was like lightning tearing through the sky, cutting off the remaining claws of Xia Laxi. The huge claws and barbs fell to the ground, and purple-black blood poured down like a waterfall. It let out a scream full of pleasure, and its twisted face was full of pain and anger.

"You're not as strong as last time, Xia Laxi!"

Dacus roared, and the roar echoed on the battlefield like thunder. He stepped forward and swung his sword three times in succession. The first sword cut off Xia Laxi's spear, the second sword directly tore Xia Laxi's abdomen, and the third sword, with thunder-like fury, went straight for Xia Laxi's head!
Xia Lashi tried to put up a final resistance, but the power contained in Daxus's sword was too strong. The blade was like a sickle, cutting into its neck without any hindrance.

puff!

Blood gushed out as Xia Laxi's towering head was chopped off by a sword. The head rolled in the air, and the expression on its face was still frozen between pain and anger. Its huge body fell to the ground like a collapsed tower, stirring up dust and blood mist.

Dacus stood beside Xia Lashi's body, and the light of the sword in his hand became slightly dim. His breathing was slightly rapid, and a stream of bright red blood suddenly flowed out of his nose. This was the load brought by the frequent use of the brass ring. But he ignored it and just raised the sword and pointed it in the direction of the Tower of Prophecy.

He didn't think Moras had any more spells. He wasn't mocking her just now, but stating the truth. Xia Laxi, who was killed twice, was not as strong as Jin Chi the time. The reason... he didn't think there would be a third keeper of secrets, so he couldn't hold on.

"Morath!"

His roar was like a loud bell, resounding to the ground, carrying unshakable determination and unquenchable anger, spreading to every corner of the square. (End of this chapter)