Chapter 675 5.26 Million Horses Pass (Transition Chapter)

"I've been walking on thin ice all my life. Do you think I can reach the other side?"

"?" Splintwin showed a confused expression again. He was sure that Dacus was speaking Elsalin and was indeed speaking to him, but he didn't understand what Dacus wanted to express. After taking two more steps, he hesitated and said, "Didn't we step on the stairs?"

"Yes, yes, we stepped on the stairs." Dacus laughed and confirmed.

It's over, it's over.

The mud trucks in the midfield charged like a broken bamboo, and the bloodletters couldn't resist at all. The cavalry on both wings flew together and charged at the blood grinders.

The original violent momentum of the Khorne servants was completely interrupted. Now they seemed to be trapped in despair, struggling to make a final resistance. However, with the collapse of their front line, with Skarbrand's free give, and with the failure of the attack of the Sword of Khorne, Khorne seemed angry? Or was it sick? The power that supported the demons was gradually dissipating. Their roars and howls gradually became weaker, replaced by the wails of defeat and the silence of death.

In the center of this chaos and destruction, Dacus and Splintwin seemed unusually safe, as if they were in the safest eye of the storm, and the storm on the battlefield could no longer touch them. They stood on the battlefield, witnessing the destruction of the enemy and the reversal of the battle.

"Maybe... I should also get a handy weapon? Instead of this useless scepter?" Splintwin took a step forward and raised the glowing silver scepter in his hand and pondered.

"Dear Mr. Red Dragon, this is not a useless scepter." Dacus denied it first, and then he thought of something and said, "Maybe you are right, do you like fishing?"

"Fishing? I would rather spend the time fishing sleeping." Splintwin first thought about what fishing was, and soon he thought of the boring things some elves were doing on the boat, and he shook his head and denied it.

"You should get a sword or a fishing rod. Naggaroth is not like here, where you can sit on the shore of the Sea of ​​Evil Resentment... fishing alone... the cold river snow?"

"If my Elsalin is correct, you first said the Sea of ​​Evil Resentment, and then the cold river snow?"

"Hahahaha, it's not important. What's important is that you should try to think about that kind of artistic conception? Yes, artistic conception! Close your eyes and think about it. There are no traces of flying birds in the thousands of mountains and ridges, and no footprints of pedestrians in the thousands of roads and paths..." Daquus laughed and led the topic to artistic conception.

"Is Naggaroth so desolate? Then why don't you let the elves come to this continent?" Daquus was interrupted by Springtwin before he finished speaking.

"Artistic conception! Do you understand? Artistic conception!"

"I don't understand..."

"..."

"And... why do you do this? Who are you showing it to? But as you said, there are not many people, who are you showing it to? Why don't I go to sleep?" Springtwin asked again the confusion in his heart.

"As long as you are happy, happiness is the most important thing in many cases." What is the best way to solve the problem when things are not going well? It is to change the topic. Dacus thought he made a smart choice.

"Should I stand by your side or leave?"

"Why do you say that?"

"I can feel that the lizard is very dissatisfied with me. If it can speak, I think... it will definitely scold me!"

"..." Dacus was speechless again. Lizards, there are many lizards. Most of the people present are lizards, including Springwin, who is also a lizard in biology, but he knows who the lizard Springwin is talking about.

"Maybe... you should make friends with it."

"Make friends? Do I ride on its back? Just like you ride on my back? This may be a good idea! I can try it if I have a chance?"

"Uh, as long as you are happy." Dacus turned his head to look at Springwin, and saw that Springwin did not seem to be joking and agreed.

"It's a very strange feeling..."

"Yes, it's very strange. I don't like it!" Dacus agreed.

At this time, he and Splinterwin had already climbed the steps. The moment they stepped onto the steps, the skull altar in the center of the square appeared in their sight.

The skull altar presented a horrifying style as a whole, exuding an indescribable power. It was not only a building, but also a spiritual symbol, like a portal to death and chaos, inspiring endless rage and fanaticism. The heavy metal decorations seemed to be whispering, telling the story of countless warriors sacrificing for Khorne here. The metal nails and nail strips guarded the altar coldly, and every inch of the rusty iron surface seemed to be stained with blood, telling of cruelty and ruthlessness.

Even if he stood far away from the altar, Daxus would feel an irresistible impulse, as if some kind of power in the dark was calling them to offer blood and life. The steep stone steps were like stairs leading to the abyss, each step was heavy and slow, and the wailing of the dead echoed in his ears. The small skeletons densely packed on the stone steps not only symbolize the accumulation of countless dead souls, but also stimulate bloody desires.

Perhaps when the Khorne beings stepped on these skulls, they could hear the sound of the skulls breaking, which resonated with the violent desires deep in their hearts. This soul-shaking feeling caused the warriors' rationality to gradually collapse, leaving only the desire to kill surging in their bodies?

The double-column door frame above the pedestal is like a huge mouth that swallows souls, pulling all creatures close to it into an endless battle. The blood-red metal plate was like a blood-stained battle flag, with blood flowing down from the plate and engraved with runes of chaos and killing. These runes seem to be alive, and every time you look at them, they will trigger more violent impulses, making people involuntarily fall into endless bloodthirsty fantasies.

The spikes on the edges are like claws, ready to tear apart all living things, showing the ferocious nature of Khorne. The Khorne symbol on the top of the door frame is huge and domineering, as if declaring the absolute rule of violence. The interlocking metal bars were like chains, tightly binding all the creatures that looked at it in the desire to kill.

Anyone who comes into contact with this rune pattern will feel an irresistible force pulling on their soul, as if if they take one more look, they will lose their mind and become a tool for killing.

His heart beat faster, his breathing became heavy, and only the desire to kill and the sweet smell of blood were left in his mind. The only destination is death, the only belief is killing, the only goal is to tear the opponent into pieces and enjoy the joy of the last moment.

"There's nothing to see. Do you want to smoke?" Splinterwen turned his head and stopped looking at the skull altar. When he saw that Darkus was still watching, he gave Darkus a hand.

"Of course." Dacus affirmed when he came back to his senses, and then he took it out. Like a funny monkey, he took out the pipe in his arms for a long time with his armored hands. After coming out, he finally said helplessly, "It's a bit embarrassing, isn't it."

Splinterwen didn't say anything, but took out a large pipe specially for his use from the funny Togari layer and handed it to Darkus.

"This battlefield is filled with blood and fire, but..." After taking the pipe, Darkus sighed and lit the pipe with the divine sword.

There he stood, on the steps, smoking his hard tobacco, watching the battle end, watching the lizards and elves rush toward him. He glanced around firmly, a fiery will burning in his eyes.

"Destroy that altar!" After seeing his advisor approaching with the Triceratops first, his voice resounded like thunder across the battlefield.

The chains were found, and those thick chains pulled by Druch were thrown onto the skull altar. The metal surface of the chain shines with a cold light in the darkness, as if announcing to Khorne the coming destruction. Several giant beasts worked together under the command, their muscles tightened under the skin, and the huge power was transmitted to the altar through the chains.

The altar made a heartbreaking friction sound under the pull of the giant beast. Finally, in the face of this irresistible force, the skull altar collapsed.

As the altar collapsed, a cloud of smoke mixed with blood-red light rose into the sky. The building that carried the blood and souls of countless Khorne believers finally turned into ruins on this battlefield. The air around him became much lighter, and the sense of oppression and the smell of blood dissipated. It might be an illusion, or it might be real, and was replaced by a liberating ease and the joy of victory.

When the lizards and elves saw the skull altar that symbolized the power of Khorne collapse, a kind of fanatical emotion burst out in their hearts. The warriors raised their weapons or raised their hands to the sky, letting out deafening cheers. The rain stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and the spears, sword blades, and shields shone brightly in the sun. They conveyed the joy of victory to the entire battlefield.

The cheers came one after another like ocean waves, setting off a wave of victory. The tired warriors were full of strength at this moment, and their shouts carried an incredible power, as if they were announcing to the whole world that they had once again defeated Khorne.

Darkus still stood there, alone, and as the altar collapsed, Splinterwen left, leaving the stage to him. At this time, there were already a dense crowd of people standing on the steps. Not far away, the red dragons were curled up with their huge bodies, their blood-red scales glowing strongly under the sun. Although their auras were still majestic, they seemed particularly peaceful at this moment. It seems that he is also feeling the tranquility of this moment.

The lizardmen were in the middle. The eyes of all kinds of lizardmen with various identities shone with respect and loyalty. Those eyes that were once filled with the desire to kill have now calmed down. As the battlefield returned to peace, their anger gradually subsided. .

The Druchi were standing on the other side. They had not seen Dacus for a long time and wanted to step forward and say something to Dacus, but they did not dare. They looked at Darkus with a kind of fear and complexity. In their eyes, Darkus wearing dragon armor was like statues and paintings coming alive. Aenarion was back, and they were just like during the great invasion. Following Darkus like the ancestors who followed Darkus.

"It once illuminated the high king's thousands of horses."

Darkus felt that way, so all he had to do was wear a red robe and tie a quilt, then grow a mustache, hold a wine glass in his hand, and listen to the song of Chile again in his ears.

What is even more regrettable is that it is still morning and there is no moon, but there seems to be only the breeze and the whisper of light between the sky and the earth. The sunlight shines on Darkus' figure, outlining his firm and aloof silhouette. Everything around him seemed hazy and distant, separated from this war-torn world, leaving only the echoes of history and legends.

The sun shines on the smoke-filled land, witnessing the glory and tragedy, and the calmness and desolation after countless battles also resonate with Dacus and his army at this moment.

There is a hint of sadness in Dacus's eyes, but with endless determination. He knows that although the battle has come to an end, the road ahead is still long. And this moment of calm, witnessing the glory and suffering in the past, will continue to illuminate their way forward in the years to come.

"What happened just now?"

"Interference." Lord Mazdamuddi responded.

Dacus nodded and said nothing. The matter was the same as he guessed, otherwise what happened just now could not be explained.

"I have seen you!" Modax, who turned into a human form, walked over. She looked at the Slann Demon Priest sitting on the carriage. After a moment, she said in a deep voice.

"We did meet."

"Before the great invasion."

"Yes."

After the two sides said two sentences, they stopped communicating. Dacus felt that neither side seemed to want to talk too much about this matter. There was no sighing for the past thousands of years, nor was there any fighting. It was as if they were saying hello to each other, but the way they said hello was... a little unusual? ——

Emerging from the silver streams and dense islands of ferns was a chaotic bush, with those clumps of gray bushes twisted into strange shapes, as if woven with wire.

Their branches seemed to have been twisted by some ominous force, growing and spreading randomly, and the turquoise and emerald flowers looked abrupt and strange on these branches, like a strange light flashing in a disordered environment. The bushes were scattered on the plains like inharmonious patches, adding more disharmony to the already chaotic scene.

Boulders and rock piles were piled up in this chaotic area in a disorderly manner, and each stone tilted at an unnatural angle, as if it could roll down at any time. The surface of the rock was covered with chaotic swirls and whorls, their colors were colorful and irregular, like paint splashed at random, forming a visual chaos.

Far away on the horizon, a thick layer of fog shrouded the sight, imposing the last barrier for this chaotic world. Distorted shadows were vaguely visible in the fog, swaying in it, making it impossible to see the road ahead. This land was infected by some crazy power, lost its natural order, and fell into chaos and disorder. Every glance made people feel deeply uneasy and fearful.

Dakwus stood on this chaotic and disordered land with a frown. His eyes swept around, and the fern islands beside the silver stream, the ugly twisted gray bushes, and the piles of boulders full of whirlpools and whorls all looked particularly inconsistent in his eyes. The foggy horizon was like a thick veil, hiding the deeper scenes in the shadows.

"What is this?"

He knew that he was still standing on the steps. The scene he was seeing was shown to him by Master Ma through telepathy. At first, he thought he should see the realm of Khorne, but it was not. Then he thought it was the crystal maze of Tzeentch, but it didn't seem to be either. Logically, Tzeentch's domain should be full of intricate rules and ever-changing mazes, with even time and space twisted under its control. However, the scene before him made him feel something was wrong.

Although Tzeentch's power was treacherous and unpredictable, it always had an indescribable law, which was carefully compiled by Tzeentch and could not be perceived by ordinary people. However, here, this land showed more of a frenzied destruction and unrestrained rebellion. Disordered bushes, randomly piled boulders, mottled rocks, and even the air was filled with a breath of rebellion, everything was against the law and logic.

"This is not the work of Tzeentch, it's more like another force at work, a more primitive and more violent force." Dacuus thought, his eyes became sharper. This power is completely different from Tzeentch's cunning and trickery. It doesn't care about rules or carefully designed traps. It only pursues pure destruction and chaos.

In an instant, he thought of many things, including other layers he and Malekith encountered when exploring the continent of Lustria, everything he experienced after entering the rift in Lauren Loren, and some strange monsters, such as the lesser gods of chaos.

The scene disappeared, and the still time flowed again. Daquus was still standing on the steps. He looked around at his companions with a firm gaze, holding up Vizar.

"An adventure is about to begin! Those who are willing to follow me, take a step forward!" His voice echoed in the air, with unshakable power and faith.

As his voice fell, the atmosphere around him suddenly became tense and warm, the space around him became more crowded, and every existence was moving closer to him. No matter what existence it was, their eyes were full of desire and yearning, waiting for a journey worth remembering, an adventure full of challenges and glory.

Daquus felt the heat brought by these eyes. These were his power, his anchor and bond in this world, and this power ignited a more blazing determination in his heart. Facing this group of loyal and fearless warriors, he knows that he shoulders a greater responsibility, but he is also more confident that he can complete this adventure.

The rift must be completely closed, and the strange and destructive force must be eliminated. He will lead these brave warriors through the fog and chaos, face the unknown dangers, and make them invisible.

PS: I'm a little stuck, this is a transition chapter, emmm, I'll slowly make up for the rest of the chapter (end of this chapter)