Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

Ryan, who was still playing with the abstract interactive exhibit, quickly walked over after hearing the call. The moment he saw the exhibit, his expression changed drastically; his eyes froze, and his entire face seemed to be contorted by some strange emotion.

“This…” he murmured, trying to organize his thoughts, but couldn’t utter a complete sentence.

Dakos shrugged and pointed to the emblem on the handle of the exhibit.

“Ihammenhi?” Renn’s tone was full of hesitation and uncertainty.

Ihram, an ancient saint representing justice and decisiveness. Legend has it that He could set the sky ablaze, washing away injustice and chaos from the world with His wrath.

Dakos was fortunate enough to witness the appearance of the constellation Ihammenshi, a spectacle beyond description. A blazing light appeared in the sky, like a burning curtain of fire stretching across the starry heavens. Red and orange starlight intertwined in the night sky to form a sea of ​​fiery stars, carrying an unparalleled sense of oppression and a judgmental will.

As for how it burns...

At that moment, Dakota seemed to have found the answer in his heart, and the myth became a concrete reality.

How did that sentence go?

The weapon of criticism cannot replace the criticism of weapons.

"Ihammenhi".

He nodded firmly, then slowly extended his finger, pointing to the exhibit itself, while turning to look at Asantir, who was just approaching.

He didn't speak, but his expression clearly conveyed the message that it was time for you to introduce yourself.

“Very ancient…” Ashantir glanced at the exhibit and nodded in response, “Even much older than our elven race itself.”

He took a small step back, spread his hands, and his voice became low and solemn.

"We call it the Sun Scepter."

Dakos nodded thoughtfully, and after two seconds, asked another question.

When it was discovered, were there any matching stone slabs?

"Stone slab? I'm sorry, I really don't know about that. I'll have to go to the library to look it up."

Ashantir's tone was full of sincerity and apology, and she shrugged with a hint of helplessness.

Dakos said nothing more and looked at the exhibits.

The exhibit in the display case is a slender, tubular scepter, made entirely of some strange and unidentified metal. Its surface gleams with a faint yet steady luster, like moonlight reflecting off still water. It is neither dazzling nor serene, but rather possesses a mysterious quality that makes one feel increasingly uneasy the more one looks at it.

The top of the scepter is hollow, like a confluence or release point of some kind of energy. The tail end is particularly peculiar, with a set of claw-like hooks or grippers, used to grab or hold something, but at this moment, the thing that was being held is nowhere to be seen.

The entire scepter is engraved with ancient, complex, yet exceptionally clear relief markings, depicting patterns of flames that twist, swirl, and intertwine.

These patterns and markings were not unfamiliar to Dakos and Rennes—they were the emblems of the ancient saint Ihammenhi.

Darkus narrowed his eyes and turned to look at Asantir. His gaze held inquiry, confirmation, and a hint of barely suppressed probing as he pointed at the scepter once more.

Ashantir paused for a moment, then nodded.

Having received a response, Darkus no longer hesitated. He leaned forward and, as if picking up an ordinary stick, deftly retrieved the scepter. The scepter was not heavy in his hand; the metal was cold, yet it possessed an indescribable sense of balance. He examined it carefully, turning it left and right, as if holding some unfamiliar yet instinctively familiar object.

First, he looked down to check the structure at the tail end. Indeed, the place that should have been holding some kind of crystal or core device was now empty.

Next, he tried to pry open the gripper, but the structure, which resembled a robotic arm, seemed to be locked in place, and no matter how hard he tried, it did not loosen at all.

"Tsk."

He clicked his tongue under his breath, flipped the scepter over so the top was facing down, and tilted it towards the ground, as if trying to pour something out.

There was no response.

Seeing that nothing came out, he flipped it over again, carefully pressed his eye to the opening, and looked inside.

However, there was nothing inside—no rifling, no projectiles, nothing at all.

He silently felt the metallic texture, then turned the scepter over again and handed the end to Renn.

Ashantir's eyes lit up slightly as she watched Darkus and Renn's actions and couldn't help but ask.

Are you familiar with this exhibit?

In his view, the two men's reactions didn't seem like they were seeing the exhibit for the first time; it was as if they had discovered some secret that the White Tower had previously overlooked.

“A launching device?” Darkus nodded, a knowing, sly smile on his face. He paused, then added, “However, further verification is still needed.”

"Could you elaborate?" Ashantir's eyes lit up even more, her face filled with an eagerness to hear more.

“Of course,” Darkus answered readily, then stretched out his hand and pointed to the gripping point at the end of the scepter. “This is probably used to hold some kind of energy core, like an energy stone? After inserting the core…”

Raine understood, grasped the scepter, raised it high, and pointed the tip at the ceiling above his head.

"biu!"

Dakous mimicked the sound as he pointed to the ceiling.

"boom!!!"

Ryan cooperated and performed.

Their coordinated actions were so seamless that it was as if they had actually witnessed this thing launching something.

Ashantir's expression became subtle.

Clearly, if he weren't currently in the exhibition hall, or if he had a little more chance, he would have actually gone to the White Pagoda's collection to search for energy stones and rushed to the experimental table to conduct some real-world testing.

Looking into his eyes, which seemed to scream "I want to try it now, right now, right away," Darkus smiled and gently tapped the end of his scepter.

"A corresponding... incantation is required."

He had just tried to pry open that gripper-like structure, but he hadn't succeeded. However, judging from its shape and symmetry, it was clearly a movable component. The only difference was that it wasn't activated by brute force, but by some kind of activation command or incantation.

In his eyes, calling this exhibit a "scepter" is not quite accurate; it's more like a type of firework—a magic bullet.

Combining the clearly visible ancient holy symbols on the scepter, especially Ihammenhi, who represents justice and a burning will, with the ancient records circulating in the lizardman society, Dakous was increasingly inclined to a certain conclusion.

This scepter, to be precise, is a cannon, a single-soldier firing device.

Otherwise, how could the sky suddenly burst into flames?
The ancient sages were not a single entity, but a group of civilizations.

They are neither formless nor chaotic and distorted like demons. Among them are warriors, spaceship pilots, prophets, mapmakers, and a special group of beings—weapon makers, mechanical craftsmen, tactical designers, and engineering maintenance workers.

Ihammenshi is very likely the symbol within the Old Ones system who specializes in creating war machines and energy weapons.

Then look at that hollow tubular structure—there are no rifling inside?
No problem, that could be a smoothbore cannon, not...

Gunpowder weapons rely on rifling to stabilize the trajectory, but this thing is clearly powered by energy stones or something similar, and it doesn't fire projectiles in the traditional sense, but rather lasers or energy beams. So what's the point of rifling? It's redundant.

and so……

If you find an energy stone, and combine it with a lost incantation or activation command, you can fit this hollow tube into a wooden stock, attach an external front sight and rear sight to the tube, and wouldn't that just be a gun?!

To be precise, a laser gun.

Of course, it's also possible that it doesn't need a front sight or rear sight at all; maybe it's a flamethrower?
Otherwise, how could the sky burn?

Of course, it is also possible to have both, possessing the function of switching between two modes.

Laser mode enables long-range penetrating strikes, while flame mode is used for area suppression. Perhaps some ancient ruins even contain stone tablets with extended functions such as explosive warhead modes or focused particle beams?
Or...

Was his line of thinking actually wrong?

It's not a laser gun or a flamethrower, but a fragmented part of some kind of star dart launcher, such as the barrel.

What he sees now is only a part; the rest, such as the core acceleration device, the magnetic repulsion ring, and the energy regulator, are still missing.

In that design, the gripping position was not used to hold energy stones, but to clamp a certain crystal core. When the launch mechanism was activated, those crystals would be dissected layer by layer, ejected at high speed, and launched with terrifying kinetic energy to tear apart the enemy.

But then another problem arises: the gripping area is sealed off.

It can't be a loading/unloading channel, which means it's not a loading type, but a modular type.

When Darkus picked up the Sun Scepter again and examined it carefully, he ultimately chose to put it back in the display case. He did not show any fanatical expression of having found a treasure, nor did he have any impulse to be excited, much less any thought of keeping it for himself.

Because—that's how the ancient sages created things.

Without the accompanying stone tablet, corresponding incantation, or remaining explanatory documents, it's completely incomprehensible.

Unless he lies down and takes a nap right now, hoping that Ihammenhi will appear in his dream and teach him how to use it in a purely dreamlike way.

But clearly, this approach is too far-fetched.

Of course, he has another option.

Ask about the cunning and strange.

After all, he is the chosen one of Tzeentch, so he might be able to get some clues out of that guy.

However, given Tzeentch's nature, he'll definitely try to trick him, perhaps by showing him what passion and consequences truly mean through a cataclysmic backlash.

And he's not in a hurry right now.

Because he knew that even without this laser emitter made by the ancient saints, the elves would eventually enter the era of firearms, and that was a foregone conclusion.

This is a trend of the times and an inevitable result of social development.

Vehicles, laser weapons, high-energy artillery, hovering platforms, anti-gravity vehicles, and so on will gradually appear.

The Twist Gun, which is now being deployed on a large scale, is the best example. Although it is still in the stage of being pulled by mules and horses, the next step is self-propelled and system integration.

And when all that happens...

The sky will not merely burn; it will tear apart, and the earth will roar.

As for gunpowder weapons, forget it. Just think about it—from manufacturing to logistics, every step is terrifying, like adding a self-torturing difficulty buff to war. The ammunition consumption of a medium-sized battle would be enough to make Marlene faint three times over.

Creating more jobs? No need, there are other positions available.

Doing it this way is really not worth it.

We need to figure out who the elves' real enemy is first.

Reality and Ishil are a mirror image. The elves might have an initial advantage, catching Chaos off guard. But once the Chaos gods begin to respond, it won't be a one-sided battle of the elves against the Chaos.

Who knows, those succubi might stop dancing with their crab claws and start exchanging fire with the elves. Even the ammunition emerging from the cracks might carry a strange and alluring musky scent.

Eldar Assault Scorpion: ? But on the other hand, once the Guidestones cover the world, and every inch of land is within the Eldar network, once the Great Vortex and Guidestone system are truly stable and the Chaos Rift is locked, the Elves should no longer encounter those massive tides of thousands of demons; at most, they will only encounter Chaos Believers.

The issue is……

It seems that firearms are not necessary to fight Chaos Cultists?

For the first fifty years, the Chaos followers active in Nagalos could not gain any advantage over Duruci.

They weren't tactically suppressed at all; they were thoroughly beaten and humiliated. They were completely being taught a lesson, eliminated, and crushed.

Therefore, whether or not we can win the war is not the issue; the issue is whether it is necessary to develop that level of firearms system. This is a strategic, overall issue, a very broad topic with many interconnected parts, which cannot be understood by one person alone.

We need to sit down and have a meeting to discuss this.

Nevertheless, this so-called Sun Scepter gave Dacules a clue: it was time to find some time to deal with the Amazons who were active in the Temple of Kara.

Of course, it would be even better if we could find a stone tablet related to the Sun Scepter in the library later.

And so, as he pondered, he surveyed the layout of the exhibition hall, moving like a shadow through the gaps between light and shadow. Soon, he saw River, and the exhibit in front of her.

He subtly raised his hand, pointed at her with his index finger, then looked at Asantir, his meaning clear. He then slowly walked over.

To be honest, he quite liked this place.

In this space built of knowledge and energy, he could feel an extremely rare emotion—peace.

It wasn't the kind of drowsy silence, but a feeling of clear mind and calm heart, as if standing outside of time, and the heartbeat slowed down accordingly.

When he quietly approached Liver like a ghost, he didn't speak immediately, but observed her silently.

He looked at Lifna's focused profile, watching her sometimes look up at the exhibits, sometimes look down at the staff in her hand, as if she were resonating with the exhibits on some mysterious frequency, or as if she were having some kind of conversation with the exhibits that he did not know.

The next moment, Liver slowly turned her head to look at him.

She glanced at the staff in her hand, then looked at the exhibit, a faint, ambiguous smile appearing on her face, like mockery or teasing.

Darkus was taken aback at first, then his expression suddenly dawned on him, and he returned the same ambiguous smile, thus reaching a kind of unspoken consensus between the two.

Liv has two treasures.

One item is the divination staff that I'm holding in my hand now.

The other item was the owl named Otto, but Otto did not come with her to Ulthuan; instead, he remained in Ashriel.

The divination staff, woven from the branches of the most mysterious magical trees in Azsorloth, possesses immense power. When struck against the ground, it channels the energy flowing deep within the spiritual veins to the surface, as if awakening the slumbering spirit of the earth. Liv can use this energy to cast spells, enhance magic, and even—peek into the future.

Although Darkus didn't know the origin or function of the staff on display in front of her, judging from the subtle expression on Liv's face and the fact that she never took her hand off the divination staff, it was inferior to the one in her hand.

He said nothing, just smiled, and then, like a wisp of mist about to dissolve in the night, quietly turned around and continued wandering through the exhibition hall.

Looking around, most of the exhibits in this exhibition hall are either staffs or scepters. They are made of different materials, are exquisitely crafted, and exude an aura of power and mystery that emanates from their silence.

In addition, there were robes, cloaks, and helmets, all neatly displayed on racks. Each piece was like a fabric carrying a story, with subtle yet clear energy fluctuations flowing through its textures.

Some seemingly inconspicuous ornaments are actually extremely ancient and exquisite, some floating quietly, and others sealed in transparent crystal covers.

After wandering around, he arrived at the place where the sorceresses were gathered.

He didn't speak, but silently squeezed in. When he stood still and his gaze swept across the gaps between the shoulders of the crowd, he saw one of the three pieces of the Tigris set—the Saffre's Crown of Conquest.

The Crown of Saffre was forged by the most powerful group of mages in the Kingdom of Saffre during the Great Invasion. It is not just a magical item, but also a symbol of the heritage and glory of a magical kingdom.

The crown is engraved with a moon symbol, a representation of Safri's faith. The moon phase patterns change slowly with the light from the display case, as if telling a story of a cycle that cannot be described in words.

This crown contains immense magical power and is imbued with numerous high-level magical enchantments to aid the wearer in casting powerful spells. Essentially, it is the ultimate tool crafted specifically for battle mages.

On the battlefield, it can help the wearer focus their mind and control the winds of magic more precisely, and when the spell fails, there is a certain chance to resist the backlash and mental trauma caused by the echo.

More importantly, this crown enhances the wearer's sensory abilities, enabling them to perceive untouchable energy flows and elevating their magical precision, foresight, and control to a new level. In essence, it is both a key to achieving miraculous feats and a shield against the corruption of chaos and spiritual erosion.

However, as the saying goes, a curse can be a blessing, and a blessing can be a curse.

Extraordinary power always comes at a price.

The power contained within the Crown of Conquest is so immense that only spellcasters of the highest scholar level can withstand it. If an ordinary mage were to attempt to wear it, the torrent it reflects back would be enough to instantly shatter the spellcaster's mental barrier, leading to a violent death as if their soul were pulverized.

Therefore, except in moments of extreme crisis, this artifact has almost never truly left the White Tower. It is normally kept in the tower's treasury, displayed among numerous ancient magical artifacts.

However, all of this changed with the arrival of Tigris.

He is an exception.

When he first saw the Crown of Conquest, a sudden surge of emotion welled up in his heart, as if fate had given him some kind of confirmation signal at that moment.

He rarely felt such a strong attraction to any object, but in that instant, he felt that the crown belonged to him, that from the past to the future, from the threads of fate to the guidance of the stars, its trajectory was meant to reach the top of his head.

During the Duruch invasion in Imperial Year 2300, when Tegris learned that Avalon had been attacked and his brother was in grave danger, he prepared to rush to the battlefield without hesitation.

Just before he set off, Morian handed him the crown of conquest.

This was a silent yet solemn ceremony.

Moriarty made it clear that this gift was not a "gift" but a "borrowing".

"As long as you live, it belongs to you, representing the White Tower's trust in you. But when you die, it must be returned. Because it does not belong to any individual; it belongs to the legacy of Safri."

He traveled north, traversing the forests of Avalon, searching for his brother's whereabouts. He did not hesitate, nor did he stop; he simply pressed forward, crushing the Duruch battle group hiding in the forest. Wherever he passed, the enemy was swept away like withered leaves by a raging wind.

Finally, he found Tyrion, who was protecting Ella Riley, and that moment marked the moment when their destinies intersected once again.

Because their opponent is the Nakari, a powerful demon under Slaanesh's command.

This was the second time the brothers had faced this embodiment of twisted desire, and with the powerful energy granted by the Crown of Conquest, Tegris defeated the demon.

He saved his brother and the Eternal Queen.

From that time on, whenever he went to the battlefield, he always wore the crown of conquest on his head, until the very end of the world.

Although there are many staves in the White Tower's exhibition hall, the Lilith Moon Staff from the Tigris set is not in the White Tower. It is enshrined elsewhere and receives more special protection and guardianship.

The sword of Tigris was not a relic, nor a divine weapon left by his predecessors. Rather, it was a weapon he had personally forged and crafted, a result of his in-depth study of the Sunfire Sword and the ultimate interpretation of magical theories.

And now, the crown of conquest sits quietly in the display case.

Without any flamboyant explanations or dazzling light effects, it simply sat there quietly, exuding a steadfast and majestic presence like a mountain.

None of the sorceresses gathered there attempted to touch the crown, nor did anyone reach out to pick it up and put it on their heads.

But in Dakota's view, their behavior was even more excessive than wearing them.

Despite its immense power, the Crown of Conquest is ultimately a man-made magical artifact. It is not the kind of extraordinary artifact that has been passed down through three eras and bestowed by a deity, like—Lilith's Staff of the Moon.

Therefore, under the leadership of his cousin, these sorceresses actually attempted to reverse engineer the Crown of Conquest, trying to extract its structure, analyze its circuits, and even try to replicate its internal structure.

Just like when Tigris studied the Sunfire Sword and, through deduction, replication, and creation, forged his own Tigris Sword.

After listening for a while, Dakota withdrew.

Every word they spoke was still El Sallin, with familiar intonation and word formation, but when combined, he couldn't understand it at all, like a puzzle pieced together from some language.

However, this did not prevent him from obtaining information from other places.

When he stepped back, he saw Arelani not far away, and her expression and complexion were undergoing subtle changes.

Shock? Shock that the sorceresses were able to reverse-engineer the structure of the Crown of Conquest and derive preliminary results?

Is it fear? Fear of these sorceresses' backgrounds, abilities, and ambitions?

Or perhaps it's regret? Regret for bringing them into the White Tower, for allowing them to get so close to its core?

However, all of this seemed to have nothing to do with Dakota.

As long as it doesn't go too far, he won't and doesn't want to interfere.

Having traveled from Blazing Island, he had come to understand one thing.

Elven spellcasters are people who wield extraordinary power; they are human! Not gods. They do not possess a superior personality, nor do they have supreme divine status. Even demigods, in essence, are not true gods; they are still extensions of humanity and on the edge of its limits, still lingering within the realm of humanity. Therefore, there is absolutely no need to turn pale at the mere mention of great power belonging to an individual.

He knew perfectly well that he was essentially among the demigods, his position was firmly established. But his self-definition remained clear—he was a human, a person who walked in elven society, who could speak, eat and drink, curse, think, and even get into fights.

Of course, when it came to the reptilian society...

He neither rejects power nor blindly believes in it.

In his eyes, great power was merely a tool, a means to serve his will.

Those who wield great power are ultimately still part of the collective. Even if they can shatter mountains with a single punch and traverse wind, fire, thunder, and lightning, as long as they do not break away from the community structure, do not align themselves with chaos, and do not raise the banner of rebellion, they are still members of the community.

Even gods have their moments of decline, and even the name of a god can be erased by time, let alone a human being.

Of course, it's not that he can't interfere.

He could get involved in a fun way, by speaking to Malekith and getting the sorceresses to study the steel headband.

The times have changed.

In those days known as the Old Age, studying the Iron Circlet was undoubtedly defying the heavens, abstract, an outright arrogance, and a provocation against the Witch King. Moreover, at that time, the circlet was always encased in the helmet of the Midnight Armor, making it impossible to study or even touch.

Unless... you swing the Vaal Hammer.

But now it's different.

The crown of conquest is right there, displayed before the world.

Having successfully deduced part of the structure of the Crown of Conquest, it's only natural and understandable to refer to the Steel Circlet. Ultimately, this thing is, in a sense, a replacement for the Crown of Conquest, or even a higher-level one.

In his view, the steel headband and the crown of conquest have very similar functions and positioning. Both can greatly enhance the wearer's sensory system, making their vision and hearing extremely sharp, and enabling them to perceive the deeper details and laws of the world.

Ultimately, they serve only one purpose: to enhance secondary vision.

It has a mechanical, ascending feel to it.

Not enough physical strength? Then make up for it with machines.

The Sran priests, however, took a different path: pure genetic ascension.

As he pondered, he walked forward, and before he knew it, he had arrived at the adjacent exhibition hall. (End of Chapter)