Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

I really have the energy but nowhere to use it. I really have the energy but nowhere to use it.

The scream just now tore through my soul and reached my heart. Add to that the familiar person's appearance, and everything required a powerful energy to explain, understand, and digest...

Does this also indirectly confirm Kane's strength?
Dacreus watched Aenarion fighting desperately not far away, and charged into the enemy camp without hesitation, his blade flashing, and the speed was already beyond the perception of mortal eyes, like a burning stream of light, drawing a track of blood and flesh splattering on the battlefield. Aenarion's blade, like a butter knife, easily split the enemy's body.

At this moment, the picture on Sovereign's back moved, and the picture of Aenarion slaying the demon materialized. The moment that had been frozen in time actually appeared before him.

With each strike, the sword of Cain burst into deep black light, and the red runes engraved on it also began to glow, like blood pulsating in the sword. It was drinking blood, absorbing vitality, and the runes became more and more blazing due to the devouring, like a spell condensed from molten magma running between the armor and the blade.

The enemy began to vanish, first by the hundreds, then by the thousands, as the battlefield crumbled before him alone. Aenarion's wrath fell like divine retribution, and all who saw it lost their will to fight, and the servants of Chaos fled like rats licked by a tongue of fire.

However, at this moment, the air in front of Aenarion suddenly rippled, as if reality itself could not bear the weight and was torn apart by some powerful existence.

A crack silently tore open the curtain of the world.

A terrifying figure walked out of the twisted gap, with huge bird wings on its back, stirring up a strong wind, and every vibration of its huge wings seemed to mock the laws of nature. Its head was like a vulture, with exposed bones, cruel and evil, and its eyes contained a depth that surpassed the wisdom of the elves, as well as pure, unspeakable evil.

An acquaintance of Daxus appeared, it was none other than the great demon of Tzeentch - Carlos Weaver.

The appearance of Carlos caused the chaotic wave that was originally on the verge of collapse to stop instantly. As if the nerves were pulled by some invisible force, every servant stopped trembling at that moment.

"Phoenix King, I have long heard of your great name." Carlos' voice was piercing and sharp, like a blade scraping across an iron plate, or like fingernails scratching across the soul. Every word he uttered was like an attack on reason. "Now, your death has come!"

"Tell me your name, demon!" Aenarion's voice was low but clear, like thunder echoing on the mountaintop. "Let me carve your name on the monument of victory, so that the world will remember who was defeated by the sword of the Phoenix King."

Carlos laughed wildly towards the sky, and his laughter was mixed with maddening noises and whispers, like the crazy words chanted by Tzeentch himself, enough to destroy the foundations of mortal minds.

"I am Carlos Fateweaver!" it screamed, as if declaring its sovereignty. "I will offer your soul to the Lord of Change."

After saying that, it suddenly stretched out its claw-like hands, and countless colorful streams of light shot out from between its fingers. These streams of light seemed gorgeous, but in fact they were greedy and twisted, and contained an irresistible devouring force. They swept over, and wherever they touched, whether it was a living thing or a dead thing, they began to deform and twist strangely, as if reality itself was also collapsing.

The beastmen instantly degenerated into primitive masses of flesh, wailing ignorantly; the hard rocks melted like water, and the ground made strange groaning sounds.

But Aenarion did not flinch. He held Khaine's sword across his body, and the deadly lights diverted away from him. He was like a swimmer swimming against the current, pushing forward in the torrent of madness and destruction, his steps firm as iron.

Carlos roared and snarled, chanting another, more complex spell. The language distorted the air and even space began to hiss.

But before the spell was completed, Aenarion had already rushed forward!

Kane's sword fell like a wrath of God, slashing heavily into Carlos's flesh-and-blood body. Wherever the sword passed, the demon's body was like mud, being split apart, blood and flesh splattered, and pungent black smoke escaped.

Kalos screamed and cried, unable to believe that anything mortal could cause such pain. His massive claws slammed down on Aenarion, trying to tear the Phoenix King into pieces.

"Pfft...Hahahaha, it's like this every time. It's like this every time. Like a comedian."

Looking at this absurd yet familiar scene in front of him, Daxus could not help himself and the grape juice in his mouth sprayed out. Then he raised his head and laughed wildly, with sarcasm mixed in his voice.

Carlos's behavior... was exactly as he remembered.

"A feast..." The next moment, a whisper sounded in his mind. The voice was crazy and low, as if rising from a pool of blood, mixed with mumbling foam, "More..."

He was stunned, his expression turned cold, and he turned his head, as if to drive the voice out of his mind. He looked at Kaela speechlessly, with a questioning look in his eyes.

"A curse is also a blessing, a blessing is also a curse, everything has a price."

Kaela's tone was as steady as water, and her voice was emotionless, yet hotter than fire and colder than ice.

At the same time, Carlos's claws had already pierced into Aenarion's breastplate, and the collision between metal and claws produced a series of sparks. The sharp claw blades cut through the breastplate effortlessly, piercing deep into the flesh and blood, approaching the beating heart of the Phoenix King.

Aenarion gritted his teeth, and in that brief moment that was almost negligible, he seized the flaw and swung a fatal blow. The sword of Cain pierced Carlos's head with the rage of despair, and cut into the depths of the brain core that shone with the brilliance of corruption and looked like a gem.

What followed was a deafening roar, and Carlos' head exploded in an instant, turning into countless flying fragments and steam, dyeing the air red.

The shockwave of the explosion, with its furious energy, threw Aenarion flying like a broken arrow. He rolled in the air, his armor shattered, blood mist flying, and finally fell heavily to the ground.

Dacreus pulled the corner of his mouth, revealing a trace of reluctance. At the moment when Aenarion fell heavily to the ground, he clearly heard the crisp sound of several ribs breaking, just like dry branches breaking under heavy pressure.

At the other end of the battlefield, a huge whirlpool was surging violently, and a high-pitched wail echoed in his ears, as if the sky was wailing and the soul was choking.

The air was filled with a strong stench, and thousands of voices merged into a scream.

Death came, and another great wizard fell.

Aenarion struggled to get up, covered in blood, and looked around blankly. He saw another huge figure ruthlessly slaughtering the last guards. Those soldiers who risked their lives to protect the magic circle were the last pillars for Caledor and the archmages to maintain the magic.

The barrier could no longer stop the monster, it was too strong and too fast. But the last guards did not retreat, nor did they flee, they rushed towards the monster like crazy, knowing that they were no match for it and that they would die, but they still did not look back, just like running towards a long-lost lover.

But there was something sickeningly blasphemous in that gesture, that self-destructive madness.

Darkus narrowed his eyes and recognized the figure of the four-armed monster.

Nakali.

One of Slaanesh's most deadly servants is Nakari the Keeper of Secrets, a demon who delights in temptation and pain and believes in corruption.

"I must once more put you to the sword," Aenarion called out, his voice filled with both anger and a tragic attempt to ignite his will to fight. "Or will you find some trick to escape your fate, as you did in the ruins of Arion?"

Nakali smiled softly, and the sound was like a woman whispering in her lover's ear, extremely charming and intoxicating.

A faint scent wafted on the wind, sweet, corrupt, deadly, the scent of Slaanesh. A mortal who smelled it would be broken and lost. But Aenarion's will was as firm as a rock, and he would not waver even if the world whispered to him.

"Arrogant mortal."

Nakali's voice sounded like the whisper of a lover before his death, or like the hissing of a poisonous snake. "I spared your life just to experience the taste of failure once."

It slowly raised its hand, licked the claw blade with the tip of its tongue, and its eyes were shining.

"Now I have devoured thousands of souls!" It bared its fangs, smiling charmingly but disgustingly, with a voice full of the confusion and madness of extreme bliss and extreme pain. "Feel honored! Your soul will taste extreme bliss and extreme pain under the whip of my Lord!"

It suddenly leaped up, its four arms spread out like snakes, and its huge claws suddenly closed in the air, erupting with a deafening roar. But that was just a feint, a fake move, the real deadly means was hidden on the other side.

Its other hand reached out quietly like a nightmare, and captured Aenarion in its grasp with unerring precision. A layer of shimmering liquid oozed from the surface of its claws, and the poison was fragrant and almost charming. The fragrance was like a magic incense, pouring into Aenarion's nose and penetrating his mind. For a moment, the world was spinning, and even his legs were about to kneel down.

"The time has come, the moment of bliss." Nakali whispered in Aenarion's ear. His voice was full of spring, but also full of the chill of death. "You will kneel down and worship at my feet, and then die, Phoenix King."

Aenarion roared and swung his sword, splitting the demon's chest with one blow. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and black and purple juice gushed out like lava. Nakali's body tried to heal, and the healing power was swift and terrifying, reshaping the torn flesh like a miracle.

But nothing can resist the murderous intent of Cain's Sword.

The wound began to churn, smoke, and burn, and even the regeneration became slow and painful, as if the will of heaven and earth was against the existence of this monster.

"I am not afraid of you, nor am I afraid of the sword you hold." Nakali grinned and responded, but there was a slight tremor in his voice, and a fear that he had never felt before was quietly eroding.

"The end of the day!" Aenarion sneered. "I will teach you fear!"

Anger made Nakali's eyes burn like obsidian. It said no more, roared, and swung its giant claws violently, clamping Aenarion again and forcibly suppressing him.

Once again, that sickening sound reached Daxus' ears. It was the sound of armor being crushed, the sound of ribs breaking like dead branches, and it was the prelude to death knocking on the door.

"You are no longer able to defeat me, mortal."

But Aenarion suddenly reached his hand deep into the wound of the demon caused by the sword, and his fingertips penetrated into the flesh and blood, tightly grasping the heart that was still beating tenaciously.

He raised it high suddenly.

"No!" Nakali screamed.

Aenarion clenched his fists and crushed the heart with all his strength!
The demon suddenly spasmed violently, twitching all over, as if the heart was still beating inside of it. The poisonous blood gushed out and dripped onto Aenarion's gauntlet, which immediately made a sizzling sound and was corroded to a charred black.

Without hesitation, Aenarion smeared the poisonous blood into Nakali's exposed eyes, blinding him instantly. A shrill scream resounded throughout the battlefield. Without waiting for his reaction, he raised Khaine's sword again and stabbed it into his broken chest with a divine punishment.

Energy gushed out like a spring, and the intertwined red and black light tore apart the sky and earth.

Nakali tried to escape, its essence flickering in the air like broken glass. The faint fragments of its essence flew towards the vortex and then disappeared in the twisted ripples, as if it had never existed.

"Is it still in there?" Daxus, who was watching all this, asked with a deep gaze and a calm tone.

"Yes, it's still there." Kaela responded. He glanced at the whirlpool and then chuckled with an elusive pleasure. "This idiot is trapped. It's waiting, waiting for itself to recover its original power. Time is meaningless to it. Even in this twisted whirlpool, the strange flow of time can't do anything to it."

"Yeah." Daxus nodded, with a smile on his face. "I look forward to the day when it reappears."

"One of the reasons you came here is to see Caledor?" Caela turned her head slowly and her eyes fell on Dacus. "Yes." Dacus admitted it frankly and openly.

"You can't see him." Caela's voice was neither sad nor happy. "With your return, the Maelstrom is now extremely stable. You can't see Caledor, and that fool can't escape. You bore me, Daquus. I used to be able to chat with the old man occasionally, even though he was boring and old-fashioned."

"What a pity." Daxus shrugged his shoulders, his tone relaxed, as if everything had nothing to do with him, "But is it okay like this?"

He told the truth.

In fact, even if he really met Caledo, he wouldn't know what to say.

Murder and heart-wrenching?
Tell Caledor, "I want to kill all your offspring?" Then, smiling, ask, "What do you think of this?"

absurd.

Although he is a fun-loving person, there are some fun things that cannot happen - a real man has things he does and things he doesn't do.

He had respect for Caledor.

Let Caledor persuade Imrik? Just like at the end of time?
He thinks there is no need to do so. Not all dumplings can be made, and not all dumplings are worth making.

Under his management, it was only a matter of time before he would rule Ulthuan. He was convinced of this. Some problems could not be solved politically and had to be solved by military means.

Under the new system, the Phoenix King is not only a king, but also the greatest military leader in the elven world.

But there is no room for two tigers in one mountain.

If the Caledo system does not completely collapse, Duruchi and Asur, who have been fighting for thousands of years, will never be able to truly merge, because Asur... still has a choice.

Hebei, Guanlong?
Yes, it is very similar. Familiar route, familiar way of breaking.

"More, more, more..."

The crazy voice suddenly flooded into his mind, pulling him back from his thoughts, no, pulling him back to the scene.

The great wizards are dying one by one.

Aenarion stumbled back, his left arm charred and withered, and Dacreus saw that his face was twisted, with a mad light burning in his eyes, not unlike Caela who sat beside him.

The sound echoed endlessly, reverberating in the abyss of the mind, as if immersed in a blasphemous ecstasy.

Suddenly, a strange shadow appeared above Aenarion's head. It was a monster, and the stench of decay and stench overwhelmed all other smells.

That is one of the most powerful servants of Nurgle, the Plague God - the Great Unclean One.

It is a walking mountain of corruption, its swollen and flabby belly trembling with its deep laughter, pus oozing from the fat, and even the air wailing.

"Phoenix King, I can't believe your feat." Its voice was low and heavy, with a humorous and easy-going tone, but the cruelty and madness in its eyes formed a striking contrast with the tone. "But I, the kindest Solot Gurgle, will do my humble best to win this victory."

Aenarion did not respond, but swung his sword, using his remaining strength to strike at the Unclean One.

But that sword only brought more disgust.

Maggots, bile and mucus spewed out of the big demon's cracked wound, and the entire battlefield instantly became slippery, smelly and impossible to look at.

The maggots pounced on Aenarion, burrowing into every crack in his armor. He tried to keep his mouth shut, but they were still forced into the invasion. The maggots drilled into his nose, crawled into his ears, penetrated his skin, and crawled into his body. Each maggot's face was a miniature version of the Great Unclean One. They laughed shrilly and crazy, as if countless fragments of the huge demon's consciousness were celebrating inside the Phoenix King.

They gnawed and bit, and every bite brought poison and disease. Even the holy fire granted by Asuryan began to waver, and the vitality faded away bit by bit.

What was even more terrifying was that the Great Unclean One pulled out his intestines from his own torn abdomen, and they were like a noose filled with thousands of maggots, tightly entangling Aenarion!
The intestines were like a group of foul-smelling snakes, wrapping around the Phoenix King and slowly pulling him into its corrupted belly.

"It's really good with rice." Daxus complained, and put down the can of beef he had just opened with disgust. Even though he was in a fantasy, he had no appetite at all.

Then, knowing the script, he turned his gaze towards the giant dragon in the distance.

The next moment, flames erupted.

It was a flame as hot as the heart of a volcano and hotter than the sun. It swept across the entire battlefield, and all the little demons evaporated in an instant and turned into nothingness.

Aenarion had been baptized by the Holy Fire, but he still stood tall. In the flames, he raised his arms and shouted, watching his companion, Indrognir, pounce on the Great Unclean One.

The dragon roared, spewed flames, and then tore the corrupted mountain with its claws. The body of the Great Unclean One collapsed in a scream and turned into a pool of disgusting water.

Indrognir roared to the sky, like a god of war declaring victory.

But the next moment...

"boom!"

A ball of flesh and dragon blood exploded in the air, splattering Aenarion's visor.

A burning battle axe pierced through the huge wound on Indrognir's abdomen. The dragon fell to the ground with a bang. The wound was so deep that the bone was visible, and the previous roar stopped abruptly.

He only twitched his tail once, and then fell silent.

The bloodthirsty demon has arrived.

The most terrifying warrior under Khorne, as tall as a mountain, with ferocious wings on his back. The beast head seems to be made of hell, and his eyes are burning with anger like falling stars. It is covered with rune armor that is interlaced with copper and black iron. Every step it takes is like a heavy hammer hitting the earth, and the sense of oppression is like a storm.

The bloodthirsty demon walked forward slowly and swung his axe again. The axe shadow was as powerful as thunder, completely putting an end to the giant dragon that was no longer able to fight back.

"Kill it, kill it, kill it!"

The whispers in Darkius's mind began again, more frantic than ever.

Aenarion gritted his teeth in pain and stumbled forward, facing his last and strongest enemy in his life.

The bloodthirsty demon laughed loudly toward the sky, his voice full of mockery.

Why was it laughing? Daxus saw through it at a glance.

For it could be seen that Aenarion's body was at the limit of its limit, his armor was shattered, his skin was scorched in the dragon's flames, and his wounds were flowing with blood mixed with poison and plague.

Perhaps even without the intervention of the demon, the poison and plague coursing through his blood would have caused Aenarion to lose his life first.

But Aenarion kept walking, step by step, with the Sword of Khaine held high in both hands, facing the enemy from the depths of Purgatory.

The demon roared and rushed over, the axe shadow was like thunder.

Aenarion dodged, but the blade struck his arm, his armor shattered, his bones broken, and he was thrown back as if struck by lightning, and fell heavily to the ground.

He looked around and landed among the last few mages still chanting.

Dacreus could sense the shock and sorrow in Aenarion's heart as he looked around. There were only a few mages left, and almost all of them had sacrificed themselves in order to construct the whirlpool.

In the center of the vortex of the energy storm, only a few archmages were still holding on - Caledor stood on the central rune, chanting madly, even though the spell was burning out his life.

"I won!" the bloodthirsty demon roared, his voice like a thousand trumpets, "I am the only one who survived, and this world will soon be under my control. Everything you have worked so hard to build will become the cornerstone of my reshaping of the world!"

Aenarion gritted his teeth and pushed his already broken body forward again. Stumbling, he stood between the bloodthirsty demons and the archmages who were still chanting spells.

He is like the last barrier, alone but blocking the end of the world.

"You will not survive this battle, Phoenix King." The bloodthirsty demon's burning eyes were as scorching as the sun, and he growled at Aenarion and pronounced his verdict.

"I don't need to live." Aenarion replied softly, but the fire of death was burning in his eyes. I just need to... kill you!"

"That is impossible, mortal! I am Hagrim Dreadaxe, invincible and undefeated!"

The bloodthirsty demon suddenly leaped up, raging with rage, his armor bursting with red light in the air, falling like a meteor. It was an unavoidable hunt, like a tiger roaring in the mountains, leaping dozens of steps in an instant, unstoppable!

Yet, at the moment of death, Aenarion raised Khaine. He brought all his remaining strength into one blow, and the sword struck in a mighty, sun-like arc - a slash that fell like a divine retribution.

Swish!
The sword roared, splitting the rune-inscribed armor and slicing into the flesh that did not belong to the mortal world. Bones shattered, and the demon's body was split in two from head to abdomen!
Hagrim Dreadaxe fell to the ground with a loud bang, its body twitching violently, burning, evaporating, and collapsing, and finally turned into nothingness like a burnt-out flame, leaving only residue and ashes.

And Aenarion stood there alone, like a master on a throne.

"There's always a first time for everything."

"That's fucking awesome." Daxus, who was watching from the sidelines, exclaimed in amazement. He took back the canned beef he had put down and muttered, "He killed a bloodthirsty demon in his prime in one move." (End of this chapter)