Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

Darkius, who was smoking and enjoying the breeze on the spire, looked at the Witch Spire standing high on the base of the Black Ark in the distance. Unlike other towers rising from the base, it was an independent and huge spire, easily surpassing the Admiral Command Spire by dozens of meters.

The sorceresses on the Black Ark tried their best to protect their privacy, and the pirates on the Black Ark were also happy to let them keep those sinister secrets. Therefore, the Witch Spire had almost no platforms and bridges connected to other spires, but there were... On the upper level of the spire, there was only one bridge connected to it, a steel ladder rising from the Admiral Command Spire.

Darkius knew that the throne room on the Vicious Temple was at the top of the Witch Spire, and the Witch Spire was also where his cousin lived before. He also knew that the slaughterhouse, soul furnace and festering blood pool were just below the Witch Spire. The bloody omens and divinations of the sorceresses required constant sacrifices. The more powerful the ritual, the more blood and souls were needed to fuel their magic.

"Why did you come out too?" He looked at the tall spire with a calm look, his mind empty. He just felt it was too stuffy inside, so he came out to get some fresh air and some fresh air. After a moment, he looked at Splintwin who appeared beside him.

"I have a bad feeling. Can you attribute it to the instinct from the red dragon? This instinct allowed me to avoid many dangers, so... I came out to find you." Splintwin, who spoke Elsalin very fluently, drank the wine in the cup and said with a worried look on his face.

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In the hall, Serene, who was still laughing a second ago, looked under the table, and then stood up suddenly. Her action attracted the attention of the elves present. But she did not respond, but still looked down. In an instant, her expression changed rapidly.

"Enemy attack!"

"Fuck."

At the moment the horn sounded, Daquus almost fell off the bridge and fell to the ground. He staggered and grabbed a pillar. The violent impact made his internal organs churn. Unperturbed, Splinterwin reached out and grabbed him, preventing him from falling.

"It seems my hunch was right." Splinterwin gritted his teeth and growled as he pulled Dacus back.

The violent collision hit again, and Dacus staggered again. He hugged the pillar tightly to prevent his legs from being thrown out of the bridge and hanging in the air. His luck was good, but it did not mean that other elves were lucky. He could see some elves running out of various spires falling rapidly from high platforms and bridges, and their bodies crashed to the ground.

Screams, cries of disbelief and confusion came from all directions. This was not just fear, but screams when facing impossible things.

Yes, who the hell could have thought that even if Dacus had a big brain, he could not have imagined that the Black Ark would suffer such a violent collision.

Built on the most powerful witchcraft in ancient times, the Black Ark floated on its magical base, but now it rolled and bumped on the sea like an ordinary sailboat. In the thousands of years since the city was torn from the drowned shores of Nagarythe, the Duruchi had never encountered such violence.

The turmoil intensified, and the Black Ark began to tilt to the left, and more bodies were thrown from the higher battlements and bridges. Stones and beams fell, the passages twisted, and the stairs collapsed. The swing of the Malevolent Temple twisted into ways and shapes that the architects had never imagined.

The turmoil intensified, and the structure of the Black Ark seemed to lose stability in the violent tremors. It began to tilt to the left, and the heavy planks and chains made an eerie creaking sound, as if they were wailing. More and more bodies were thrown into the air from the towering battlements and sturdy bridges, falling like discarded toys.

The rubble and beams scattered like snowflakes in a blizzard, the passages became twisted, and the stairs were turned into unrecognizable fragments in the collapse. The once stable ground was cracked and shaken, as if the Black Ark was being torn into countless pieces. The swaying of the Malevolent Temple became more and more violent, and every part of the building was forced to bend and deform in twisted and unimaginable ways, as if being destroyed by an invisible giant hand.

The screams gradually gathered into a deafening chaos, and the notes of fear intertwined in the air into a symphony of despair. However, this desperate clamor was much better than the terrible silence that followed. That silence was like an inexplicable blow that hit everyone's heart. It was not an ordinary silence, but a bone-deep darkness that enveloped the entire Malevolent Temple in a suffocating fear.

This dark existence seemed to be an evil that emerged from the abyss, beyond the perception of sight, smell or hearing. It spread and eroded every existence on the ship, like a malicious plague, shrouding everyone's soul in a layer of filthy shadow.

It felt like being touched by the phantom of primitive evil, far beyond the small evils that mortals could understand. This is a blasphemy against the essence of reality, a malice that blasphemes the universe, a hatred for things that cannot be realized, and a blasphemy against unknown horrors.

Suddenly, from the depths, a huge tentacle rose up, and the rolling sea water was stirred up by its appearance. Like an invisible sailboat emerging from the water below the black ark, its huge body fully unfolded, covering the entire sky.

The pointed mast of the plunder ship closest to the black ark was thrown to one side by the violent vibration, and the entire hull made a tearing sound under the impact and quickly capsized.

Then, the second and third tentacles also emerged from under the dark sea surface and rose rapidly. Their appearance was like a sign of doomsday, permeating fear in every corner. Every twist and stretch of the tentacles made people feel endless despair and the approach of death. The whole sky seemed to be torn into pieces by this huge evil force.

Seeing this scene, Dakuus couldn't help but gasp. He knew that even if the Duruchis quickly armed themselves, weapons would be useless in the face of such monsters.

Those huge tentacles were like a mass of rotten meat, full of pus and stench. The huge expansion and decay almost made people sick. They twisted and grabbed the sides of the black ark.

These tentacles were like arms and huge claws. The liquid oozing from the ends of the tentacles exuded an indescribable stench. It was not a palm, but a creepy thing that could not be described in words. The surface of the tentacles was covered with barnacles as big as stones. They glittered in the night light, like the eyes of a demon peeping in the dark. The tentacles curled and swayed in the air, as if testing the air, and then they suddenly fell, hitting the sea surface and raising huge waves.

The rough coils were like huge fingers, trying to wrap around the black ark. Their touch brought a corrosive force, and stone and iron became brittle under their erosion. Flesh and bones were ruthlessly devoured, and the victims were dragged into the rotting flesh and disappeared into the endless darkness. The attack of the tentacles brought not only power, but also a deep sense of corruption, as if the entire ship was slowly being devoured by an invisible malice.

A creepy thing appeared on the sea surface, a head that could barely be considered a head, crouching on the tentacles. It looked like a skull covered in mucus and decay. Although the lines of each bone were clearly visible, they were almost unrecognizable due to the accumulated dirt. Maggots crawled out of the sunken cheeks, and anemones and coral polyps squirmed between its teeth.

Four huge hollows surrounded a slit-like nostril, and deep within these hollows glowed hundreds of fiery red eyeballs. They hung from the ends of fleshy strips, and as the skull-like face surged upward and wrapped its arms around the black ark, the eyeball rods stretched outward and waved on the skull, like invisible eyes spying and probing the world it had invaded.

"What is that?" Splinterwin's voice was full of shock, and his tone became sharp and high-pitched, trying to hide his inner fear. As a red dragon who had lived for thousands of years, and was even forced to fight in the war between elves and dwarves, he had seen everything, but what he saw was something he had never seen before.

"Some kind of deep sea monster? Leviathan?" Daxus muttered to himself, trying to comprehend the horror in front of him with this sentence. However, before he could finish his words, he lost his balance and fell to the crumbling bridge like an armored crab. The jagged stone torn from the tower cut his arm, but he was unaware of the wound.

Like every being on the Black Ark, his mind was briefly frozen in fear, his attention completely focused on the Leviathan that emerged from the sea.

The fear stayed in Dacus's mind for only a moment, and then he suddenly woke up from his horrible fascination. An idea came to his mind, and he realized that this blasphemous thing seemed to be looking for something. He keenly perceived that the Leviathan he saw was not an ordinary deep-sea monster, it seemed to be locked by some powerful restraints, and these restraining chains seemed to transcend the understanding of mortals and the limitations of the material world.

"Come to find me!" Dacus cursed, and as he said this, dozens of eyeball rods unfolded from the depths of Leviathan's face, peeking in his direction through the gaps on the bridge and platform. Those terrible eyes flickered in the darkness, trying to lock onto his figure. He felt a suffocating sense of insignificance enveloping him, like a mountain suddenly aware of his existence, with endless hostility.

"What should we do?" Splinterwin's voice was full of anxiety, and his voice was sharp and rapid.

Leviathan was reaching around with one of its tentacles, trying to stretch it further to reach the core of the Ark. Dacus could clearly see that Leviathan's flesh was entangled with corroded and rusted chains covered with moss, coral, and salt stains. Chains that were swollen and rotten like giants were locked with bodies, mostly humans and elves, but there were others, orcs, goblins, dwarves, and some creatures that even Dacus couldn't name.

Drowned bodies fell onto bridges or platforms, twitching back to life as if they had become terrible puppets. Then, these resurrected monsters, holding scimitars and tridents, pounced on the terrified Druki. The battle broke out instantly, and the sharp sound of iron clashing, torn flesh, and screams mixed together to form a suffocating hell scene.

"Now that you have seen the deception, you must suffer for your shortsightedness and arrogance. You will become a toy of this power, destined to be trapped in its chains until..."

A thick gas suddenly wafted around, and Dacus's face felt slippery and sticky, and then he smelled a rotten stench, like a rotting corpse and a bubbling swamp. A miserable and sad voice poured into his ears like a stream of mud, and the disgusting feeling continued to penetrate into his mind.

"My feelings are waiting for me here."

Even as Darkus was freeing his mind, Leviathan's flabby arms slammed down, destroying the bridge, groping between the towers, toward the spire, toward him.

After successfully getting rid of it, he understood and realized that this Leviathan should have become Nurgle's plaything a long time ago, just like those legends of salt water and corruption related to Mannann.

One day, Mannann discovered that Nurgle was corrupting the majestic whale into a rotten, wretched beast. He raised his trident high and roared to challenge the Lord of Plague... (Told in Chapter 231)

Now, maybe the Temple of Malevolence happened to be passing by, or maybe he happened to be on the ship. This Leviathan in a bound and sealed state was activated. He believed that this Leviathan was probably a carrier. If it was not eliminated as soon as possible, other troubles might occur, such as the emergence of a portal and the transmission of some Nurgle-carrying diseases. Those who are, even those who are highly unclean.

"This is a spoonful of stew."

Perhaps, he is not the only prey, but the chosen gods and demigods on the ship will also be Nurgle's prey, and... will the ship still be wanted by then? This is all dirty.

"Kill it!" Darkus no longer hesitated, turned his head, and looked at Splinterwen with blazing eyes.

"Follow your orders." Splinterwin immediately understood what Darkus meant, bowed his head respectfully and made a wisecrack. Before he finished speaking, he had already jumped from the bridge, drawing a beautiful arc.

In mid-air, Splinterwen's humanoid form rapidly changed. Red scales covered his whole body, and huge dragon wings spread out from his back, as if tearing the sky apart. His body expanded rapidly, and his tail whipped in the air like a huge whip, making a whistling sound. A deafening roar erupted from deep in his throat, shaking the air around him. He suddenly pulled up, performed a perfect half-turn roller maneuver in the air, adjusted his direction, and flew towards Darkus with Longwei.

Darkus stood on the bridge, watching Splinterwen's changes and movements, and the tentacles that were about to touch him, his eyes full of cruelty and determination. The Trident of the Sea that had appeared in his hand shone with cold light, as if responding to his determination. As Splinterwen approached, he jumped off the bridge without hesitation.

At this moment, time seemed to have stopped.

His figure drew an arrow-like straight line in the air, rushing straight towards Splinterwin's huge red dragon body.

Splinterwen keenly sensed Darkus' approach. He quickly adjusted his body and spread out his huge dragon wings, trying to stabilize himself in the air. Soon, Darkus, blessed with a trident and boots, landed on his back. Feeling Darkus moving on his back, he roared again, flapped his wings suddenly, and dived towards the target with Darkus.

The two cooperated tacitly, as if they had gone through countless trainings. Darkus' figure seemed so small against the huge body of the red dragon, but it exuded incomparable majesty and power.

Splinterwen swooped forward, breathing out his dragon's breath, melting his tentacles with fiery fire and unrivaled power. And Darkus raised his trident high, preparing to give the enemy a fatal blow at the most critical moment.

In mid-air, a man and a dragon maneuvered through the maze of spires. They joined hands and turned into an unstoppable torrent, rushing towards Leviathan.

The red dragons who were still enjoying the feast had already put down their wine glasses and food, stood up and appeared at the bridge. They came to the bridge in turn. They were not affected by Leviathan. If they appeared as individuals, they would be affected by Leviathan, but now they will not.

After some comments and discussions, they jumped down without hesitation, like a group of shooting stars streaking across the night sky. They quickly completed the transformation from human form to giant dragon in mid-air. Their huge bodies shone red in the moonlight, and their huge dragon wings spread out, covering the sky and the sun.

Each red dragon let out a deafening roar at the moment of transformation, as if declaring war on the ancient evil. Their scales flashed with the light of fire in the night sky, and their eyes burned with incomparable rage and fighting intent. They spread their giant wings, adjusted their direction, and flew in the direction of Darkus and Splinterwen, joining the fierce battle.

Darkus stood with his left foot in front and his right foot behind, holding the protrusion in his left hand and holding a fork in his right hand, as if chasing the sea, standing above Splinterwen's head. Turning his head and witnessing all this, he felt unprecedented excitement and pride in his heart. So far, he had been successful. The red dragons firmly supported him. Their arrival gave him incomparable strength. And confidence, Caledor’s proverb is not for nothing.

He raised his trident high and let out a high-pitched war cry. Splinterwen responded with a dragon's roar, his voice thundering through the air. Soon, the red dragons roared in unison, responding to his roar. The sounds shook the world, and each roar was filled with endless power and determination, as if the whole world was resonating with them.

After the short attack, Springtwin found that the fierce battle on the ground had begun. In order to avoid hurting his friends, he could only pull up and spread his wings. Soon, "Dragon Mother" Modax and "Destroyer" Malok appeared on his left, and "Majestic" Skulex and "Terrible" Malatx appeared on his right. Behind the first echelon were the second and third echelons. The three echelons were in a triangular formation with different heights, forming a huge and terrifying attack formation in the air, like an unstoppable air army.

In the night sky, the figures of the red dragons were looming in the flames and smoke, like a magnificent painting. Their power was engraved between the world and became an eternal legend.

The spellcasters who were good at shadows opened the portal leading to the witch tower. They would fight in the witch tower, and the warriors had already put on their own equipment and appeared on the ground.

The fierce battle began. (End of this chapter)