Chapter 807 658 The Curtain Falls

"Oh ... me !!!"

Sitting on the bed, Dakius gritted his teeth and whispered, his voice was hoarse with a hint of anger. He covered his head tightly with both hands, grinned his teeth, and his teeth bite tightly, and every thought was struggling in pain.

His face was pale, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his eyes were full of confusion that he had never dissipated. His mouth unconsciously screaming, as if trying to expel the unspeakable oppression from the deep inside.

He had a strange and abstract but normal dream. The three elements of the characters in time and place, he is not remembered, and he can't control it. Although the dream control of the previous world can cause schizophrenia, there are many sayings in this world.

At the beginning, he was chased.

He chased him was a strange chicks, with unstable shape and uncertain colors. The feathers of the chicks fluttering in the air, like paper scraps in the wind, suddenly and dark, sometimes becoming bright red, sometimes becoming unknown shadows.

However, this chick is not the only chase. With the advancement of dreams, more and more figures appear, blurred outlines, and faint faces are erratic in the interlacing of light and shadow. They are like an incarnation of hallucinations, and they are like tearing memory fragments. They cannot touch, but they are everywhere. There is no language, no emotions, there is only one kind of oppression, chase, running, and chasing again.

He ran away with those figures. At first, he escaped, but soon, the escape and chase began to become blurred and became a game of chasing each other. Sometimes he is a chase, sometimes the chase, and constantly exchanging roles with each other, like a toy with fate. They crossed the empty places, and the ground was sticky, as if covered with intangible mud, and the pace of running became heavy. Every time they took a step, they had to pay a huge price.

Those figures no longer chase simply, becoming more and more unstable, and their shapes are constantly changing, as if the torn cloth floats in the wind. Each action is like an intangible trajectory that was distorted by time. Every time I look back, it is like a reset, chasing and avoiding, endless cycle, like a nightmare without ending.

Then, he began to return to each other like poultry, chasing, escaping, and chasing again, as if he was caught in a dead cycle. They lost their goals and directions in endless running. Every chase became meaningless, like a absurd ritual, without lines, no shouts, only the unstable rhythm, empty and desperate despair Essence

He said he was sleeping, but he had been running, tired than killing a big demon.

What is even more scary is the symptoms of dreaming. His pulse is beating violently. His head is like a paste, and all feelings become blurred. The kind of emptiness and the sense of oppression in it still lingered around him, as if never dissipated. The lead -gray sun was shining into the window, warm and ruthless, but he could not dispel the haze in his mind.

He knew that this was revenge from the chaos gods and the help of the elves, but that's it, and it would be an idiot to change to others, but for him ...

"Grass?"

After hearing Yu Yin, who shouldn't have appeared, he immediately looked up, staring at Ginavifu, sitting next to him, stretched his fingers and warned him.

Ghanaver, who was always sixteen -year -old, showed a playful smile. The corners of his lips rose slightly, and then made a snoring gesture, as if he didn't care about Dacus's anger.

"His ... What time is it?" Dakius raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, his tone was exhausted.

"You slept for three hours."

Dakius nodded and didn't say anything. He lowered his head and took a deep breath. His thoughts were still away, and the second Goronde battle that lasted just two days in his mind was echoing in his mind.

Although this battle is short, the result is quite complete. Each scheduled goal was successfully completed, and there was almost no omissions.

The most fortunate is that Morah is dead. She did not escape into the chaos wasteland, nor did she exist like Fogener. Under the urging of her soul dagger, her body disappeared without a trace.

Dakius does not even need to consider how to deal with this horrible weapon and hide it? Or is it under Master Ma's big butt?

It may be that the role of force is mutual. The moment the soul dagger destroyed Morah's soul, it was also destroyed by Morah's soul and turned into powder. Of course, the arrow shot by Aris may be too special, leading to all this.

The figure came out of the team was not Aris, but "Hook Blade", which had Hyle's hate, and the two who lived out of the elven limit began a championship confrontation. The confrontation between them is a contest about deity and religion.

Edreze duel Kane, although Edrezer is a little unwilling, and has no determination ...

Of course, other people are not idle. They can be described as soldiers and soldiers.

At the end of the time, the elf had a strange force, known as the inflammatory guard. At that time, the White Lion Guard no longer assumed the responsibility of defending King Phoenix and fell on them.

This is a steel guard composed of black guards and Phoenix guards.

No troops can fully show the mind of King Phoenix like them: Asu's flame changed the darkness, and its cruelty and ruthlessness was balanced by a noble spirit.

Although the troops have not yet been fully mixed, the two different elven guards are fighting side by side, once fierce enemies now united under Malekith. The Black Guard fights for honor, while the Phoenix Guard is destined to fulfill its own destiny, but none of this matters at all. What matters is that their halberds are extremely sharp, their determination is as strong as steel, and they believe in it.

And last night, an equally strange unit appeared, an Iron Guard composed of Black Guard and Chillheart Guard. Although it is only temporary, the troops are completely mixed together, fighting side by side as followers of Edreze...

In addition to this strange unit, there are also the Slaughter Sisters who are also followers of Edreze and the regular troops from Asheril who have all converted to Edreze.

The Slaughter Sisters cover the flanks, and the regular troops are pressed behind as reserves. It can be said that the lineup is luxurious, compared with this, the opponent is a little worse. Of course, this is only relative.

The Ossian Guard, composed of executioners, are Tularis's private soldiers. They regard Tularis as Khaine's prophet and messenger. At the end of the world, they disobeyed Hellebron's orders and followed Tularis to Ulthuan.

The Bloody Queen's Blades and Bloodslashers, also composed of executioners.

The former, like their mistress, are intoxicated by the glory of killing.

The latter are more fanatical, because they will not only execute criminals, but also punish the relatives of the criminals within three generations. Therefore, many people believe that Hellebron refused to disband the Bloodslashers because she was worried that the disbandment would lead to their rebellion. However, the fact is that Hellebron admired the Bloodslashers' fanaticism very much, because they helped Hellebron eliminate many enemies that she originally needed to eliminate personally.

Of course, there are many executioner warbands in Har Ganthi, such as the Servant, the Broken Skull, the Destruction Blade, etc. However, only three warbands, the Ossian Guard, the Blood Queen's Blade and the Blood Slasher, appeared in Gorond. The rest of the warbands were either scattered in various cities in Naggaroth or set out from Har Ganthi on the way to Gorond.

In addition to the executioners, there are also the sisters of the disaster song. They are witches and have nothing to do with the sisters of killing.

The reason why the sisters of the disaster song are called this is that they are familiar with all the blasphemous songs praising the glory of Khaine. They rush into the battlefield while singing ballads with voices as sharp as swords. Many of the songs they sing can even paralyze the minds of the weak, or make the listeners bleed from the eyes and ears. The victims who did not die on the spot will not be at peace because of this. They will have nightmares about blood and death night after night until they end their lives in madness.

Of course, there are many witch spirit warbands...

After Morath died, it was Tularis who died. After two rounds, he was sent away by Koran with a halberd and sent back to Khaine's arms.

Although Tularis is not well-known, he is actually very special.

At the end of the world, the original Hellebron forbade subordinates other than Shadowblade to appear in Ulthuan, when the street fighting in Har Ganthe was still going on.

But Tularis disobeyed Hellebron's orders, because he was driven by a being more powerful than Hellebron, and he welcomed Khaine's whispers in his sleep. For him, it was almost impossible to refuse Khaine's will, so he led the Ossian Guard to appear in Ulthuan.

When he was in Ulthuan, he felt a strange expectation, and as for the mission to be fulfilled, he could not guess how he would fulfill this destiny.

There were three Khaine's Chosen throughout the Middle Ages. The first was Aenarion who took up Khaine's sword, and the second and third...

When Malus, yes, Malus Blackblade, was dueling with Taertian, a third party intervened.

Tularis thrust the guillotine into Tyrion's back, then shouted Cain's name, pulled Tyrion off the saddle, and threw him to the ground.

Tyrion fell in the mud, his back bleeding. He looked up at Tularis, watching the executioner raise the bloody guillotine high. It was an unsettling sight, and a chill ran through his heart as he watched his blood drip onto the horrible weapon.

"Cain told me I'd find you here," Tularis said, raising the guillotine again.

Just as Tyrion watched the weapon about to chop off his head, a terrible feeling came over him, chilling his entire body. A deep sense of loss, a loneliness that tore at his internal organs, made his heart as cold as if frozen by an iron block, and spread with unspeakable pain.

His daughter, dead.

He didn't know where his daughter died, he only knew that she was dead. For a moment, he felt his daughter's spirit touch him, and then she was gone, not even her spirit.

Rage, dark and terrible rage filled Tyrion's heart. For so long, he had feared Aenarion's curse, the murderous madness that plagued his bloodline. Now, he no longer cared, he didn't care if it was a curse, if it was madness. He only cared about the pain in his heart, he only cared about making this pain stop, he only cared about making someone alive pay for his torment.

He no longer felt the pain of the back, and he no longer cared about the tired limbs, and his strength poured into his body. It was the power of anger and endless hatred. Like a crazy beast, he rushed to Tururis. When the sister -in -law waved his hand, he quickly slipped across the deadly blade, collided with Turaris, and overwhelmed it to the ground.

He roared like a beast, and the violence that could not be restrained turned into an angry roar. He waved Yang Yanjian and pierced into the side of the sister -in -law's hand.

Turaris struggled to try to resist the sword of Yang Yan, but the sharp blade still penetrated his armor, pierced his body, smashed his bones, and ruptured the internal organs. Blood split out of the wound, full of Tyrion's hands. When Tyrion pulled out his sword, the blade took his spine away. His limbs waved wildly on the ground, and then stopped, but his eyes worked hard to focus on Tyrion standing above him.

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"Kane told me that I will find you here."

"I hear His voice, even now, my brain is roaring. When this flesh comes to the end, I will be with Him."

His sister -in -law stretched out his hand, and he firmed the air blindly, trying to explore Tyrion.

"End me, let me be relieved, and let yourself be relieved."

Tyrion looked down at Tururis coldly, thinking about the countless atrocities committed by the sister -in -law of the sister -in -law, and the countless tragedies brought to Ou'an. He had no mercy on this monster, and there was no sympathy in his heart. He died in the dust like a dog, which was already the lightest punishment for Turlary.

"You are very weak, this is why your daughter died ..." Tururis, who was stained with blood, spit out, no one knew it was what he said or Kane said, but his smile was carrying Cold.

Tyrion's pupils were enlarged, and he was angry. He stabbed Yang Yanjian into the head of the sister -in -law's hand, splitting Tururis's head into half, and splashed his blood.

"This is the reason why you kill you."

He stepped on Turaris's chest, full of coldness and anger in his eyes. The corner of his mouth rose slightly, and he whispered fiercely. At the same time, he pulled out the blank blade that was still burning. The pungent rust flavor.

Compared with the first and third Kane God, Tururis, the second place, is the longest standby time. He finally completed the mission of Kane's expectations and practiced his duties in this way. He fulfilled his fate, completed the inheritance, and handed over the relay stick of Kane to Tyrion.

However, with the arrival of Dakius, with the shining of Morayi, everything changed, and it became ... no longer the same as before.

Last night, most of the death witch who entered Goronde was assassinated. As the backbone of Kane's denominations, they were assassinated by Ren's Huang Qiying Hunting and Watter's war dancer.

The reason why Rennes did not kill Turuarus was because the final decisive blow must be done by Edrezer's believers, not Lyc's believer to work. In the end, only Turaris left by a breath was sent to the final journey by Koulan's war halberd and returned to Kane's arms.

Walkia is a bride of fear of abuse and the choice of fear of abuse.

Herry is a bit similar to it. She is Kane's bride, but she is not Kane's choice. The way she believes in Kane is different from Tururis. Her belief is more to achieve personal ambitions and prove the value of herself, rather than like Tururis, and sincerely live for Kane.

There are essential differences between the two.

The result is also obvious that at this time, Cyanlan was lying on the bed to nourish the injury.

There is no life and death, there is no complex love and hate, and there is no so -called warm -hearted moments of mutual complaints, everything is clean and neat. There is no heroic spirit that you die, and there is no passionate entanglement, and there is no climbing on the ground.

Written, or make a movie? The whole Dacius is like a big villain.

Some Edreze's troops have evacuated from Golonde City and returned to the barracks to rest, while the other part still stays in the city to maintain the stability of the situation.

For Dakius, after completing the goal, he did not stop. As an early sleeping enthusiast, he is accustomed to the law of work and rest. He returned to the barracks directly after the battle and was ready to start the next final work.

The curtain of Goronde's battle has fallen. The rest is just to clean up the endgame and handle all the follow -up work after the war.

"You mean, they met a horrible existence last night?" Dakius raised his brows and relieved him. When he started wearing clothes, he couldn't help but show a trace of black on his face. Wire.

"Kerry told me, fortunately, the problem was solved." Ginavifu said at will, and said lightly, it seemed that the sudden crisis did not bring her too much to her too much Big influence.

"It's endless!" Dakius said with emotion, with a hint of helplessness and exhaustion in his tone. As a warrior who has already seen countless fighting, he has a deep understanding of this hidden threat, but it is still inevitable that he was surprised by a sudden unexpected surprise, and at the same time he had such a little doubt.

The moment he walked out of the tent, he seemed to have entered another world. The atmosphere in the military camp was noisy and chaotic, with people showing off their food, scolding, crying, and chaotic sounds all around, followed by the sound of whips and the collision of weapons.

Although this major goal has been solved, the situation is still far from stable, and there are still a lot of scattered small goals that have not been completed.

Some Chaos forces tried to escape from Gorond under the cover of night, intending to return to the Chaos Wasteland. Unfortunately, they just happened to run into the Duruchi mobile force cruising outside the city, and they got a good result.

Another part of the Chaos Wave did not escape the trick of fate. Although they fell and went to report to the Chaos Gods, in this cruel world, their bodies can still contribute to the social development of Duruchi. As for the Chaos Waves, which were mainly Khorne believers, they put up a tenacious resistance in the city of Gorond, but they could not escape the fate of destruction after all.

Some of the remnants of the Duruchi soldiers and sorceresses were hiding in the Tower of Prophecy, making their last resistance; other Duruchi civilians were hiding in scattered places, waiting to be found, accommodated and identified.

Of course, these things had nothing to do with Dacus, and he did not need to deal with these trivial matters personally. His task was to command and make decisions, and the rest of the work was left to the people below to execute.

He first went to the tent where Newkle was, and saw that the young master was still sleeping. He greeted him gently, exchanged some brief opinions with Kesley, and then left.

Interestingly, strictly speaking, Kesley was actually a member of the executioner. He once studied in Har Gansi and specialized in learning the executioner's combat techniques.

He had many things to do with Newkle, one of which was to divide the troops to deal with the Cain believers who set out from Har Gansi and rushed to Gorond. Har Gansi was captured, and when the Cain sects in other cities were destroyed, when the Cain sects became history, perhaps... Kesley was the last executioner?

After leaving Newker's tent, Dacus continued to the sorceresses' residence. Every step was brisk and firm. Although he was in chaos, his mind was still calm and his goal was clear. (End of this chapter)