Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

In the darkness in the distance, a vague figure slowly emerged. As the shadow twisted and swirled, the figure gradually became clearer, but it always had an unsettling sense of blur. It didn't seem to be a real existence, but more like a part of the darkness, an incarnation of a shadow, wandering between reality and illusion.

Then, the figure suddenly accelerated, shuttling back and forth in a strange trajectory, as if blending into the surrounding darkness, making it impossible to catch. The next second, the figure suddenly flashed in front of Tularis like a dark blade.

This was a figure wearing a dark cloak, with the hood hanging low, covering most of the face. The cloak hung down, hiding most of the body in the dark cloth, only the right hand was exposed, tightly holding a half-meter long terrifying weapon.

This weapon was shaped like a machete, but with a strange and ominous curve. The blade glowed with a chilling cold light, as if it did not belong to this world, but came from the abyss of some other dimension. The light on the blade seemed to devour the surrounding light, making the air seem particularly heavy.

Tularis stood still. He had never seen such a weapon or enemy before, but his fighting instinct instantly sounded the alarm. The figure in front of him exuded a pure sense of danger, which made him feel suffocated involuntarily. He had lived for thousands of years and rarely encountered such an enemy. His fingers unconsciously tightened the handle of the executioner's knife, and the tip of the knife was slightly raised, pointing coldly at the opponent.

However, the next second, his world suddenly darkened and fell completely into darkness.

He carefully opened one eye, then the other, then closed and opened it again several times, trying to determine what he was seeing.

But he soon found that these efforts were meaningless, it was pitch black around him, and he couldn't tell whether his eyes were open or closed. He could only feel the cold air passing through the helmet, his breath condensed into tiny drops of water inside the helmet, and at the same time, he could hear the sound of his lungs gasping for air, but he couldn't see anything.

"Here, vision, sound, and even all other senses are mixed together." A voice suddenly sounded, breaking the silence coldly. This voice did not come from a specific direction, but filled the surroundings, as if coming from every shadow.

"Perhaps, this is a place where light and darkness coexist?" the voice continued, with a hint of contempt in its tone, "The matter here is fragile and far less stable than you think. Here, there is no so-called boundary between reality and illusion. Only your will determines your existence. If your will is strong enough, you can survive here. If not... you will be swallowed by the shadow!"

"Focus!" The voice was harsh and sarcastic. "Don't rely on your eyes. Your senses are still struggling to adapt to the rules of the shadow realm. The laws of physics here are completely different from what you know. You need to recalibrate your perception and adapt to this darkness."

Tularis was shocked because he heard a second voice, a female voice, which meant that there were not just one enemy around, but two... or more! He also knew that he had encountered a terrible existence. What he was experiencing now was something that Kane Assassin could not do.

He forced his senses to adapt, and some vague outlines appeared before his eyes. They were not clear, just rough pictures outlined by gray lines and fuzzy spots.

But even so, he could still recognize that figure, who seemed to be the one who had plunged him into darkness? Standing not far away, staring at him coldly.

"Who is it?" Tularis asked in a low voice, suppressed anger in his voice, but he got no answer.

In response to him, there was a sharp sound that broke through the air.

The blade drew a deadly arc in the air and rushed directly to Tularis's head. He quickly jumped back and nimbly avoided the attack. The blade almost brushed his nose. However, the moment he landed, the opponent launched another attack. The figure flashed silently behind him like a ghost, and the weapon in his hand stabbed his back like a venomous snake.

Almost by instinct, Tularis quickly turned around and swung his slashing sword to block the opponent's attack. The two weapons clashed with each other, making a sharp sound that echoed in the endless darkness. His slashing sword trembled slightly, but he still gritted his teeth and rushed forward, trying to force his opponent back.

The opponent's movements were faster than expected, and his figure flashed in the shadows, as if he had no entity at all. Tularis swung his knife again, but only hit the air. He turned quickly and spun his left leg, aiming directly at the opponent's waist. This attack seemed flawless, but it missed.

"Hmph, that's all."

Hearing this, Tularis was completely ignited. He moved swiftly in the darkness, slashing with his executioner blade, but each attack was easily dodged by the opponent, or was strangely deflected. Each of his attacks was as fast as thunder, but the opponent's figure was as agile as the wind and could not be captured.

"Stand up! Who are you?" Tularis roared, with impatience and murderous intent in his tone.

However, the only answer he got was a machete attack from behind.

He ducked his head sharply, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow, but the blade still scratched his shoulder armor, leaving a deep dent. He turned around and counterattacked in an instant, the executioner's blade swept in an arc, but missed again, and the opponent disappeared into the shadows again, as if he had never existed.

Tularis took a deep breath, trying to calm his anger. His eyes narrowed slightly, his senses gradually focused, no longer trying to catch the opponent with his sight, but relying on his killing instinct to judge the opponent's position. He slowly adjusted his breathing, gripped the executioner's knife tightly, and the whole person was like a fully drawn bowstring, ready to burst at any time.

"Very good... let me see who is trying to provoke Kane's servants." He murmured in a low voice.

The opponent's speed made him feel like he was slashing at mist, and the enemy was like the embodiment of darkness, easily escaping from his attacks every time.

His breathing gradually calmed down, and he moved slowly, trying to focus his consciousness on the changes in the shadows. His executioner's knife was as steady as a rock in his hand. Although his heart was burning with anger at the moment, he still maintained the calmness and killing intent of a warrior.

The next moment, the shadows around him seemed to surge with life, twisting and stretching, like invisible chains trying to restrain him. He gritted his teeth, moved his feet slightly, and maintained a posture ready to fight back at any time.

At this moment, a burst of cold laughter sounded from all directions, the sound was sharp and piercing, as if someone was scraping fingernails across a cold metal surface.

"How interesting, Cain's servant." The voice floated into Tularis's ears, with a hint of sarcasm and amusement, "Do you think you can catch a shadow?"

Tularis swung his knife suddenly, aiming at the source of the sound, but the attack missed again. The shadowy figure slipped past the edge of his blade like a breeze and disappeared into the shadows in an instant.

"It seems that you don't understand the rules yet." Another feminine voice came from another direction. The voice was soft, cold, and strange, but it carried a chilling and dangerous aura. "Here, you are just a clumsy hunter, and we are the prey that you cannot catch."

Tularis frowned and turned around quickly, only to see a slender figure emerging from the darkness. It was a woman whose stature was so short that it did not match the average height of an elven woman. Her face was covered by a hood, and he could only see a teasing smile on the corner of her mouth.

Although the figure was short, his proportions were very good. He held two daggers in his hands, one was a strange recurved dagger that did not emit cold light, and the other was more like a stone tool that even barbarians would not use?
But his instinct told him that the opponent's two daggers were very scary and had great lethality.

"It seems that Kane's messenger is just so-so. I thought it would be a fierce battle, but you can't even touch us." The woman said softly, her voice full of ridicule.

Tularis did not respond, nor did he mock the other party's strange Druzil accent, but just adjusted his breathing. He raised the executioner's knife and pointed it at the woman, his eyes revealing cold murderous intent.

"Oh, he's angry. So, should we be a little more serious?"

Before he finished speaking, the female figure rushed towards Tularis like a black shadow, and the two daggers stabbed into his abdomen like a venomous snake. He quickly swung his knife to block, but the opponent's speed was incredibly fast, and the daggers left two deep marks on his chest armor. At the same time, he felt a chill on his back. The machete passed through his shoulder blade, but the strange thing was that the machete did not tear his armor, but more like it penetrated out of thin air? Leaving a scar on his skin.

Tularis roared, turned around and swung his sword, but it still missed. The figure who attacked him had already retreated into the darkness, and the woman retreated lightly as if dancing, always staying out of his attack range.

"It's so futile. You're like a bug trapped in a net. You can only struggle in vain." The woman chuckled.

The disappeared figure reappeared from the shadows, wielding the machete in his hand and stabbing Tularis in the side.

Tularis quickly turned to block, but this action exposed his back, and the woman seized the opportunity and stabbed him in the shoulder. Although he quickly counterattacked, the woman had already retreated nimbly into the shadows, and the dagger wound remained on his skin, and blood flowed along the gaps in the armor.

"It turns out that Kane's servants can also bleed. It seems that you are not invincible." The initial voice carried a hint of sarcasm.

Tularis gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the pain in his shoulder. He swung his knife, but the figure disappeared again, leaving only a chuckle in the darkness. At the same time, the woman attacked him from the side again, and the dagger cut a hole in his waist. Although the wound was not deep, it was enough to stain his armor with blood.

"Your movements are too slow. Have you become dull, or is Kane's strength not enough to support you?" the woman said sarcastically, with a hint of malicious pleasure in her voice.

Tularis roared and rushed towards the woman, swinging his knife to try to cut off the woman's figure, but once again he missed. The woman's laughter echoed in the darkness, intertwined with another whisper, like a malicious sonata in the darkness. Each of his attacks seemed more and more futile, while the opponent's attacks were like dancing on the tip of a knife, constantly leaving wounds on his body.

"How long can we play?"

“Maybe leave a few more marks?”

Tularis's breathing became heavy, and the stinging pain from the wound and the weakness brought by the blood loss began to erode his body, but fortunately there was no poison attached to the opponent's weapon, which allowed him to still stand straight, the executioner knife tightly gripped in his hand, staring coldly at the two figures moving in the shadows.

He is Kane's servant, the messenger of the God of Murder, and he will never give in! Even if darkness swallows everything, he will fight to the last moment!
"Enough... Cain will see your blood, bathing my blade!" Tularis roared in a low voice, the anger in his eyes almost burning the entire shadow realm.

As soon as he finished his roar, he caught a glimpse of a blurry shadow from the corner of his eye, so fast that it seemed to appear directly from the void. Unlike the previous enemy, the sense of oppression emanating from this figure made every nerve of his body tense to the limit.

"Alright!"

A deep, hoarse voice came from the shadows, as if it went straight into his mind.

He swung his sword and tried to stop the attack, but the opponent was incredibly fast. He only felt a strong impact from his chest, and the whole person staggered back a few steps. He looked up and saw that the figure was approaching him, like a sickle about to fall.

"Come on, Kane's messenger." The figure whispered, with cold mockery in his tone.

Tularis raised his slashing knife and tried his best to block the opponent's attack, but the opponent's movements were like mercury, not giving him a chance to breathe. The sound of blades colliding with each other exploded in the shadows, and every confrontation was like thunder. The dagger in the opponent's hand was as agile as a venomous snake, and the attack was sharp and swift, and every blade was aimed at the fatal point.

He tried to launch a counterattack, but every time he chopped, it was easily deflected by the opponent. His executioner's knife slashed at the opponent's shoulder, but the man dodged it with a precise sideways move, and then the opponent slashed back with a knife, and the blade passed through his armor, leaving a deep scratch.

"Too slow!" the figure said coldly, then he turned around and swept the dagger across Tularis' waist.

Tularis barely managed to block the executioner's blade in front of him, but the huge impact paralyzed his arm, and he could even feel the flesh and blood under his armor vibrating. The terrifying thing was that the opponent's movements did not pause at all, and then he turned over and stabbed, with the blade directly approaching his throat. He quickly jumped back, but the tip of the blade still scraped against his helmet, making a harsh friction sound.

The battle lasted only a few seconds, but he could already feel cold sweat on his forehead. The opponent's attack was impenetrable, like an endless storm, and he could only deal with it exhaustedly. Even though he was a veteran, it was difficult for him to see the opponent's movements at this moment. Every attack seemed to be testing his bottom line, and also seemed to be mocking his powerlessness.

Just as he gritted his teeth and prepared to fight to the death, a figure suddenly leaped up, flipped backwards in the air, and landed steadily a few steps away. Then, the terrible feeling of oppression disappeared, and the figure disappeared into the darkness like smoke.

Tularis gasped, his eyes fixed on the direction where he disappeared. He could feel the mockery still echoing in the shadows, and what made him even more angry was that he suddenly realized that the battle just now was more like a "performance". The opponent did not want to kill him, but used him as a living "demonstration object", as if he was showing some skills to others, or even teaching them!

"Damn it...Ah!!!" He roared in anger, his hand holding the executioner's knife trembling slightly because of excessive force. He felt humiliated, and this most intolerable emotion for a warrior burned in his chest.

However, just when he was about to yell in anger, his intuition suddenly warned him that danger was approaching again.

Two figures suddenly rushed out from the shadows on both sides, one on the left and the other on the right, attacking him with ruthless murderous intent. The original figure reappeared, and the machete stabbed from the left like a poisonous snake, while on the other side, the woman holding a pair of daggers was spinning like dancing, and the daggers drew two dangerous tracks, pointing directly at his ribs.

Tularis swung his knife and swept it across the figure on the left, forcing the opponent to retreat temporarily, but at the same time, the woman had already approached and stabbed him in the side. The pain made him roar and punch the opponent in the face, but the opponent took a step back lightly and escaped from his attack range.

If it was a guess before, now it is a fact!

The other party did not seem to be prepared to kill him. The dagger that the woman stabbed into his side could have gone deeper and left the dagger in his body, but she did not.

"Who the hell are you?"

He knew that he was going to die, and he couldn't leave here. In this environment, he could only barely deal with one person, while the other party had three, like a pack of wolves hiding in the shadows, staring at him in the darkness.

"Keep up your show, Kane's servant," the original voice whispered with a sneer, before launching another attack.

The machete slashed horizontally quickly, forcing Tularis to raise his knife to block. At the same time, the woman came around behind him from behind, with the dagger pointing directly at his neck.

Tularis gritted his teeth and forced himself to stay calm in the desperate situation. He turned quickly and swept the executioner's knife towards the woman behind him, but the woman dodged flexibly again, and the dagger cut through his shoulder armor, leaving a long bloody wound on his shoulder.

"Your movements have become sluggish, Kane's Executioner."

The woman said jokingly, the two daggers flying in her hands like dancing, but without any deadly light.

Tularis gasped, blood dripping from the gaps in his armor onto the ground, but he did not flinch. Although his body was covered with wounds of all sizes, and despite the opponent's impenetrable attack, his eyes were still as cold as a knife, burning with the unyielding anger of a Khaine messenger.

"Kane will see your blood!!!" He roared, gripping the executioner's knife tightly, and rushed towards the two approaching figures like a dying but still roaring beast. This time, he took the initiative to attack, and he had made up his mind that even if he died, he would take one of them away!
The figure holding the machete and the woman holding the two daggers stared at him coldly like a hunter, as if they were admiring his dying struggle. The hunter's movements were still as swift as the wind, and the figures surrounded him on the left and right, the blades and daggers flashing coldly, and every attack was accurate and deadly.

Tularis swung his executioner's knife, trying to force both of them back at the same time. His knife was so sharp that it almost cut a crack in the air, but the opponent cooperated tacitly, attacking in pairs and in pairs, and each time he paid the price of blood. The machete swept across, cutting open his breastplate, leaving a deep wound that almost exposed his ribs, and the woman's dagger pierced his thigh, causing him to almost lose his balance in pain.

"That's enough, Tularis, your performance time is up." The original figure said with a sneer, his voice low, like the whisper of death in one's ear.

Just as Tularis was gasping for breath and clenching his teeth, ready to fight to the death, his intuition once again issued a sharp warning. The air was suddenly filled with a suffocating sense of oppression, as if an invisible giant hand was compressing the surrounding space.

A ghostly figure suddenly jumped out from the deeper shadows, faster and more deadly than the previous two figures. Instead of escaping with one blow like the previous attackers, the figure rushed directly towards him and engaged him in close combat.

Tularis felt a flash before his eyes, and a figure appeared in front of him. He knew that this was the third figure that disappeared before, and he was using him as a model for the other party. He instinctively raised his executioner's knife to block, but the opponent's attack speed was still incredibly fast, and the blade poured down like a rainstorm, each strike carried the power to destroy everything, and each swing was extremely accurate, cutting directly into his vitals.

He gritted his teeth and tried his best to defend himself, but the opponent's attack was so fierce that it exceeded his limit. His executioner's sword was shaken away again and again, and the armor that seemed to be nothing was torn again and again. Blood gushed out from the new wounds and dripped onto the ground covered by shadows.

His movements became slower and his breathing became heavier, but he still stood stubbornly, trying to find an opportunity to fight back.

However, the figure was playing with him. Every time the blade was about to hit him, it would suddenly withdraw its force and use another angle to attack him. Every time he counterattacked, it was easily resolved, but more wounds followed. The harsh sound of blades colliding echoed in the air, like a symphony of death.

"They mentioned you to me more than once, saying that you were very powerful, but it turned out that you were too weak, which really disappointed me."

The figure's voice slid past Tularis's ears like a venomous snake.

Finally, during a block, Tularis's executioner's blade was knocked out of his hand and fell heavily to the ground. His knees softened and he fell to the ground helplessly, blood dripping slowly along his face and body. He tried to prop himself up, but found that his limbs had completely lost their strength.

"Is it over?" he roared, his voice filled with reluctance and anger.

However, the expected final blow did not come.

The figure stood quietly in front of him, staring at him, as if appreciating a finished work of art. What made him even more terrified was that he found that there seemed to be more than three figures in the shadows, but many? So many that he couldn't count them at all. Those figures were like onlookers, watching the various performances of him and the three figures.

Then, the oppressive feeling in the air suddenly dissipated, the shadows began to recede like the tide, and all the figures disappeared into the darkness, as if they had never existed.

Tularis knelt on one knee, breathing heavily, with his hands on the ground. He tried to stand up, but found that his body was as heavy as a lead block. The surroundings returned to silence, and only his breathing echoed in the empty street.

"What... is this? What... is this?" he whispered, raising his head and looking around.

Everything seemed like a dream, and nothing was gone when he woke up. However, the wounds on his body were real, and each one reminded him with burning pain that what he had just experienced was not an illusion.

He looked down at his hands, blood dripping from his fingers, his chest heaving, his eyes full of confusion and anger.

"Kane... Is this a test for me? Or some kind of humiliation?" He murmured in a low voice, and then suddenly clenched his fists. (End of this chapter)