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Chapter 215 65 Slaanesh’s Nemesis

Author: The Fish Daxian who doesn’t know how to swim

Chapter 215 65. Slaanesh’s Nemesis

"I'm talking about fate~" Darkus sat by the window holding Drusala and looked at the collapsing minaret in the distance. He suddenly started singing with emotion, but he stopped abruptly after only one sentence, because he

I can sing this line!

Drusala looked inexplicably as Darkus muttered words she didn't understand. She was sure that the language did not belong to any language she knew.

"Are you a prophet?" Darkus asked.

"No, I don't have the gift of a prophet." Drusala shook her head and said, then put her head close to Darkus's arms.

"Not the best." Darkus thought of Malus' mother Eldir, the origin of all tragedies. In the script he knew, she was a sorceress and a prophet. In order to confirm her prediction, she

This created the beginning of Malus's life of loneliness, suffering and pain. Of course, this "misery" was viewed by him with the moral concepts of his previous life.

In Darkus' opinion, the prophet Eldir's slutty moves are the same as Lilith's. Or should we say that all prophets are like this? After getting a prophecy, we have to find ways to confirm it and constantly revise it. What's the result?

Even if he didn't say it, it usually ended in tragedy. In his opinion, the whole process was just walking on a tightrope and he threw himself into the street when he was disturbed. He didn't do anything at all, it was just a fake soul dagger, and then...

Therefore, Malus and Nagalia can be let go and let them embrace their respective destinies, but Eldir Bale, the prophet, must die!

It's better to have Moraygo Heg, the "Oracle Weaver" and "Soul Keeper" who can see everything and interpret the secrets of the future through the stars. Darkus, a person who was not destined by fate, actually became her

God's Choice, but she never interfered or enlightened Darkus. Instead, she kept adding pressure on Darkus and did what she could. The group of God's Choices around him may be the best proof.

"People's hearts, changes, conspiracies, desires, rights, calculations, ambitions, destiny, a prophecy and a damn prophecy, isn't this all living together?" Go to the north and meet Zakhan, the patricide and the tortured Maru

Si, these things that were done to confirm the prophecy were full of irony and ridicule in the eyes of Darkus, especially Malus and those Druch who turned the tide in this battle full of conspiracy and doomed to failure seemed so absurd and ridiculous.

It is pale and powerless. The more you try to turn the tide and the more you try your best, the more you will become like a joke in front of these terms and become a pitiful victim.

And Malus is just a microcosm of Druchi society, a portrayal, a symbol, a symbol, just a very typical representative. Whether his name is Malus, donkey Russ, mule Russ or Horu

Stuart cannot change this huge whirlpool that is spinning all the time.

If the angle is raised a little higher, isn't this miserable world a colosseum for the four gods and the gods?

"Don't you know that the spoiled son of Burroughs ran back to the Nagol? Bless him for his destiny!" Darkus suddenly muttered inexplicably while looking at the fire still burning in the city and another toppled spire.

One sentence.

"Follan? He's just a poor guy who was fooled. He doesn't deserve your pity." Drusala couldn't help but sigh after hearing what Darkus said.

"Burroughs Balor, Ferlan Balor, Eldir Balor, Lunala, Lehan and his retinue, and Lehan's children, Brugliel,

Isvar, Yasmeer, Nagalia, Ulay, Malus, Draka and the dignitaries of the eight families, tusk tusk." Darkus couldn't help but sigh, and he suddenly thought again,

"Did this change from the beginning when Malekith gave the order? The ending was destined? Is this also fate?"

"Drusala, do you say I am Druchi?" Darkus suddenly asked. Although he was born in Druchi, he has always flaunted himself as a descendant of Nagaris. Druchi's

He has never been to traditional entertainment such as the House of Flesh and Casino until now. He will only attend those arenas and colosseums when necessary.

Moreover, he was born in a family with a Southern Italian mother, Anasara. While Dacus influenced the Druch around him, the Druch around him also influenced him. Although he lived in the Druch society

However, his background and ancestral gifts made him feel that he was a non-mainstream Druchi, and seemed so nondescript that what he experienced could not represent the typical traditional Druchi like Malus.

"Strictly speaking, it doesn't count! I can't feel the characteristics that Druchi should have when I'm around you. You have the kindness that Druchi doesn't have." Drusala raised her head and looked at Daluqi seriously.

After a moment, Keus said thoughtfully.

"Mercy? Hahaha. It's late, let's rest. I have to deal with Isvar tomorrow." Darkus said with a smile, change? He didn't want to, he thought it was good to be like this now, as a 90-year-old

If the post-Duluqi is non-mainstream, then it will be non-mainstream.

(I didn’t want to write this paragraph at first, but it seems... let’s talk about it. This big chapter is about Druch, the trajectory of Malus, the protagonist’s experience in Hagrid, people’s hearts, changes, etc.

It all corresponds, and all the elements are complete. It doesn’t matter whether Malus is Malus or not. He is just a symbol, a symbol, and a manifestation. Writing about battles does not express how brave he is, but how sad he is.

. But people don’t seem to like to read it? It’s still something they like to see. And there are some things that cannot be written about the protagonist, but that’s the case with Druch. He wrote a chapter about torture in dreams and blocked it for me, and now it’s not like that.

Not many readers like to read the protagonist who hates the protagonist, and this is an online article! It’s fun! But it doesn’t seem to be that fun. Hands down)——

The conquerors have returned victoriously, and the flags of dozens of Druchi dignitaries are hoisted in the courtyard of the Night Governor's Castle. Pens full of captured slaves fill the dilapidated streets, squares and courtyards.

Darkus was sitting on the throne that once belonged to Draka Night Governor, looking down at the dignitaries with different expressions below. His face was strangely pale at this moment, and he looked extremely weak. He was surrounded by retinues and sorceresses.

, these Druchi who had been having trouble all night were very excited at this time, but Maranur was not there. The reason for his absence was simple, because he was injured, and was assassinated by the assassin of the Nagor like Draka Night Governor.

hurt.

Darkus stood up from the throne weakly and made a gesture to welcome Isvar.

The murmurs of the powerful people's conversation immediately disappeared. Although they suffered heavy losses in last night's disaster, they still smiled at Isvar. Although they still did not approve, they also knew that at least they had nothing to do with Isvar at the moment.

There's a solution.

Isvar, who had returned from victory, had reached the peak of his reputation at this time. He bowed respectfully and accepted Darkos's approval. A vaguely proud smile appeared on his swollen face, as if he was

declared.

"Why do I feel like the banquet was less than the previous night?" Darkus said slowly after looking around the hall.

"Dear Hand of the Witch King, the spire of our family collapsed last night, and my father was buried in the ruins." As soon as Darkus finished speaking, a powerful man walked out of the crowd and knelt down.

Said on the ground.

"I feel sorry for what happened to your father. After all, I had a very pleasant conversation with him the night before." Darkus raised his eyebrows and looked at the powerful man who was complaining. He knew that this was one of the eight powerful people, and he had a vague feeling.

I don't know why he heard a hint of excitement in the words of this powerful man? He then said a very official polite word. He didn't know who the father of this powerful man was at all, but it didn't stop him from being hypocritical.

Speak it out.

Afterwards, several other dignitaries came out and knelt on the ground to explain to Darkus the disaster that the family had suffered last night. He only expressed comfort and encouragement, but did not say much.

After a while, no dignitaries came out. They also knew that this ceremony, which was presided over by the Witch King himself without Draka Night Governor, was not prepared for them.

"Everyone should listen to the words of His Majesty the Witch King. Isvar has successfully returned from the bloody war between Hagrid Grave and the Nagor. All traces of our dislike have been erased. He

He is the warrior chosen by His Majesty the Witch King. When he speaks, he represents the voice of His Majesty the Witch King. Everyone must obey! Now everyone cheers for him!" Darkus roared weakly.

The dignitaries present cheered in a round of applause, because this was the will of the Witch King's hand, and it was also the will of His Majesty the Witch King. Darkus weakly knocked his chest with his fist, and the dignitaries also followed his actions.

Got up.

The female druchis looked at Isvar with smiles, while the male druchis were full of conspiracy and jealousy.

Isvar smiled proudly, because he was worthy of acceptance, which marked the Witch King's brief recognition of him. He knew how much Soverin Malekith's favor was worth. And now, he might as well enjoy it first

one time.

"Now I have a piece of news to announce to you. Our Night Governor of Hagrid Grave was attacked by the assassins of the Nagor in the chaos last night. His life is now in danger. The toxins are spreading in his body and it may not be long before he dies.

Guais ​​Hayiai's arms, and my brother and I were also attacked!"

As soon as these words came out, the dignitaries present were in an uproar. They began to discuss. In their opinion, it might not be long before Isvarr ascends the throne of Night Governor Hagrid Grave. At the same time, they also realized that the Nagor

This led to a greater blood feud, after all, the assassin stabbed the Witch King's Hand and the children of the Hellscourge family of Krakarond.

Darkus stood there. After a long time, when the discussion subsided, he took out Malus's bloody Hardrica from his arms and held it up.

Isvar looked at Hardrika with the emblem of the Fallen Blade family in surprise, but he quickly hid his expression. The dignitaries present followed Hardrika's gaze and looked over, and they also

Also saw the emblem on Hardrika.

"The assassin of the Nagor is none other than Malus!" Darkus directly threw Hadrica in front of Isvar, and then said coldly.

There was still uproar and discussion this time, but not as big as before. After all, it doesn't matter who the assassin is to the powerful. Hagrid Grave already has an irresolvable blood feud with the Nagor, and now it's nothing more than

Coupled with the Hellscourge family and the blood feud between Krakaronde and Nagor, what does this have to do with them?

These dignitaries can guess what the Nagor and Burroughs will face next. No Drukki city will accept and provide supplies. After all, Darkus is the hand of the Witch King and the Duruchi.

Ruchi Chief Consul, now that he has been hurt, this has violated another druch law. They know that the Nagor is finished, but this has nothing to do with them, and the Nagor has no turn.

, instead it would be better to care about the Valahar position that is about to be vacated.

"Respected Hand of the Witch King, I will definitely present the rubbish head of Malus to you!" Isvar knelt on the ground and began to express his position. He wanted to use the help of Malus's head to make the Witch King

The hand recognized him as ascending to the throne of Night Governor.

"Last night's disaster has been clearly investigated. As a wanted cult believer, Nagalia secretly infiltrated into Hagrid Grave last night and caused this terrible disaster in order to take revenge. Unfortunately, she was caught

During the arrest, Nagalia teleported away with Malus, but the bodies of other cult worshipers remained."

The dignitaries present began to digest the information provided by Darkos's words. They all knew about the Nagalia cult. There was a big fuss in Hagrid Grave a while ago, and even the members of the Temple of Kane

The executioners are out.

"I want to carry out the corpses of those cult worshipers. Isvar, can you help me identify them?" Darkus sat back on the throne and said carelessly, his tone full of understatement.

"Respected Hand of the Witch King, I don't understand what this is..." Isvar's face became serious. This was an accusation. It seemed that the Hand of the Witch King already knew something. He tried his best to suppress the feeling in his heart.

Feeling panicked, I began to answer calmly.

"Isvar! While you are Hagrid Grave Varahar, you are also the leader of the Hagrid Grave cult. You don't know what you mean?!" Before Isvar could finish speaking, Da

Keus interrupted Isvar's quibbles directly and sharply.

"This is a serious accusation. Even if you are the hand of the Witch King, you cannot accuse me without evidence! This is slander..." Isvar said in a hurry.

At this time, the way the dignitaries present looked at Isvar changed again, like a beast seeing a piece of fat and delicious meat, full of greed and desire, but also hatred. They had also heard some rumors before, lurking in the sea.

The leader of Ge Grave's cult is not Nagalia, but someone else. Moreover, the commotion last night was too great, and every family suffered huge losses.

"Enough! Isvar, don't think about sophistry, as long as you do it, there will be evidence! Do you need me to show the evidence now? His Majesty the Witch King will not tolerate a cultist as his Valahar, and you are still

Leader of the cult! You have violated the law! Do you know the consequences of deceiving His Majesty the Witch King?" Darkus interrupted Isvar's sophistry sharply again.

Cold sweat broke out on Isvar's forehead. He knew how much Soverein Malekith's favor was worth. But he didn't expect it to come so quickly. He hadn't fully enjoyed it yet. Only a few minutes had passed?

Dorian, who was standing behind Darkus, was already on guard, waiting for the moment to draw his sword and rush out.

But something strange happened in Dorian's heart. He saw the shadow of His Majesty the Witch King in Dacus. His father once mentioned to him that His Majesty the Witch King would be killed because of something that should have been forgotten long ago.

Punishment for indiscretions. His father knew many fear lords. These fear lords were summoned before the Witch King, fully expecting to be promoted and rewarded. Instead, the Witch King talked to them about their minor mistakes from centuries ago, and

It is said that they still have treasonous tendencies.

How similar is this situation? Dorian is a little scared. While serving as Dacus' adjutant, he is also watching the changes and transformation of Dacus. He doesn't know if the path he has chosen is the right one or not.

Are you saying there is no road ahead?

"I...I am!" Isvar had to make his final defense.

"It's a pity! It seems that you didn't listen to what I said. Are you deaf? Normally, your senses should be amplified, and it shouldn't be like this. When I saw you, I smelled a scent of scent on my body.

The disgusting smell, the damn musky smell! I am not only the Hand of the Witch King, the chief consul of Druch! I am also the chosen one! I have banished countless chaos demons, and you have nowhere to hide in front of me. If I

You, I will start praying to Him now. After all, I am in front of you. Maybe a portal will appear in front of you? Instead of talking about useless nonsense!" Darkus shouted angrily.

, he was completely immersed in his emotions and entered a state of selfless performance. He suddenly added, "What are you waiting for?"

The dignitaries present were still in shock. Things had changed too quickly. Isn't this a reward ceremony? Why did it happen like this within a few minutes? After reacting, they immediately pulled out the weapons in their scabbards and started to pounce on Yi.

Svar.

Isvar was no longer hiding at this time. He looked at Darkus with viciousness. His body shape began to change and he began to gradually transform into a demon of Slaanesh. His green skin turned black and purple, the tongue in his mouth elongated, and his hands also changed.

Pliers.

Unfortunately, before Isvar could finish his transformation, the dignitaries pounced on him and slashed at his beautiful and ugly body with long swords. Before he could scream, more swords struck him.

.

"What the hell is this? A demon?! Or what kind of beast is that? Trash!" Darkus was still sitting on the throne carelessly, watching the scene below. This Isvar died more than Xiang Yu who drew his sword and killed himself.

It was so miserable to be torn apart by random blades, and he didn't even scream. He didn't even see Isvar's final form clearly, and the four Reaper ballistas pushed out from the side corridor were of no use and were pushed out again.

go back.

Darkus was raped once by Slaanesh when he was in the forest farm. The Keeper of Secrets did such supermodel stuff and taught him a lesson. Since then, he rarely fights unprepared battles.

He had to make detailed arrangements and make complete preparations every time, but Isvar was not very good at it. He thought that as a leader, he could not transform into a four-armed demon. Then he fought hard. He suddenly thought of Kara.

The now-defunct Heart Eater family of Karond, it seems that Mangil's sister was only a fanatic follower of Slaanesh when she was killed by him?

"It doesn't matter, I'm not here anyway, just do whatever you encounter." In this short time, Darkus thought again, should he be given the title of Slaanesh's Nemesis in the game?

Soon, order was restored in the hall, and the dignitaries stood back to their original positions, looking at Darkus silently and longingly. They knew that the big one was coming, and Valahar's position was now vacant.

Well, maybe the Night Governor's position will be available soon, maybe it won't be needed soon, maybe tonight?

"Let us congratulate Isvar!" Darkus stood up and said, while beating his chest with his fist. "Congratulations to Isvar for breaking the shortest record of serving as Valahar. I hope he can continue to do so."

Hold this record.”

The dignitaries followed Darkus's actions again, and the hall was filled with joking laughter and boos.

"Any druch who tastes the forbidden fruit must die! This is the law!" After a while, Darkus stretched out his hand to signal for silence, and he shouted.

"law!"

"law!"

The dignitaries cooperated with Darkus' performance, but they were already impatient.

At this time, Isvar's mutilated body had been cleaned up by the slaves.

"Who will succeed Varahar after Isvar's death?" Darkus asked coldly, staring at the dignitaries present, and then he asked himself and answered, "Ulay? Or Malus?

"

The dignitaries present burst into laughter again. They knew that this was a joke by the Witch King. There was no one else in Rohan's family except Ulay and Malus. Of course, Nagalia was still there. Ulay was

The priests of Kane are religious and have no rights to intervene in the secular world unless they give up their position as priests, but this is obviously overthinking. Malus? Forget it, unless His Majesty the Witch King orders Malus to be pardoned and named

Only Malus can be in charge.

"There are no weaklings in Nagaros! But this city needs to be rebuilt and needs order! This requires a large number of slaves and craftsmen, and this is also your ticket! Toll evasion is not a good behavior!" Darkus declared categorically.

.

The dignitaries present understood what Darkus meant. If you want to compete for the position of Valahar, you must first produce something, otherwise you will not even be qualified.

"Starting at dawn tomorrow! No wait until the deadline, you know I'm very busy." Darkus added another sentence, this sentence is equivalent to an eviction order.

The dignitaries present began to salute Dacus, and then exited the hall impatiently and wary of each other. They came to the courtyard under the flag and were protected by the guards. They knew that the battle had now begun, and Dacus' entry

The field conditions turned allies who had not had a strong relationship in the past into enemies, especially when they didn't know when Night Governor Draka would die.

"I guess there will be multiple midnight plots tonight? But what does that have to do with me? Keep up my industrial stereotypes."

(End of chapter)