Warhammer: Dark Elf

Several hours later, Xir and others tried their best but still failed to break through the bronze door of Kane Temple.

He ordered a dozen strong fear spearmen to carry the battering ram. Everyone cheered and was about to hit the gate again, but suddenly the gate opened automatically.

In an instant, the extremely rich smell of blood hit his face, making people suddenly change their color and feel like nauseating.

Xir and Anzares looked into the temple with squinted eyes despite the nauseating stench.

The dark hall was filled with a thick, watery red mist, which floated onto Keshil's cheeks. It felt cold to the touch. He subconsciously wiped it away with his hands, but was surprised to find that his hands were stained with blood.

"This is...substantial blood mist." Anzarez and others were also shocked.

Fear seemed to have turned into a real dagger and pressed into the hearts of everyone present. Keshilton pursed his chapped lips and led the people into the temple hall cautiously.

The soldiers, wizard spirits and hundreds of civilians who originally rushed in were all gone. Only shriveled corpses were left on the ground, as if they had been forcibly drained of all the blood and died miserably.

In response to the panic and uneasiness in their hearts, a group of people explored in the dream-like hazy blood mist. Finally, on the steps with weak moonlight, a slender figure was projected into the gaps in the ground full of bones. ,

The disheveled Helmer dragged a very long blood sword down the steps leading to the blood griddle. He exuded an ominous aura, and the long sword in his hand was like flowing blood, which was both weird and permeable. , just one look at it will cause a brief sting in the brain of others.

"Sir!" Keshil hurriedly stepped forward, only to see Helmer raising his head and looking at him faintly. His eyes flashed with a fascinating cold light, as if directly hitting people's hearts. Suddenly, Keshil subconsciously moved his limbs. Shivering, he took a step back.

Now Hemo is only half conscious. One of his originally blue pupils is now blue and the other is mysterious purple. Under the influence of Es, his emotions are in a semi-controlled state. If Kexi If you get any closer, the strong desire to kill will make Helmer swing the bloody blade mercilessly.

Everyone present was scared and did not dare to retreat for fear of being noticed by Helmer.

Only Eladen remained silent. He just squinted his eyes and looked at Helmer with a look that could see through him from the outside to the inside.

The night is an endless black curtain. In the sky, inside the temple, and where the night sky meets the earth, there are silver poems written by stars twinkling. The lonely moonlight fell on the steps, reflecting Helmer's unusually clear and deep facial features. His face was pale, his white hair was swaying in the wind, and his temperament was much colder than usual.

His blood-red armor reflected the cold light of heart palpitations in the moonlight, and looking at the thousands of shriveled corpses nearby, a terrible guess arose in the hearts of everyone present...

If they hadn't seen the lord's appearance clearly, Keshir and others would have thought that a demon had walked out of the temple.

Ignoring the looks of others, Hemo held his confused forehead with his hand and waved away the bloody blade in his hand. At the same time, the color of his right eye slowly changed from purple to blue.

"Sir, are you okay?" Keshir plucked up the courage and stepped forward again to ask tentatively.

"It's okay." Hemo's voice was low. If being entangled with the consciousness of the third-order Slaanesh demon can still be called nothing.

He buried his head, his confused eyes were covered by his bangs, and his hands were shaking uncontrollably.

"How's the Death Midnight crackdown going?"

"My lord, everything went well. All the resisting wizards were killed on the spot. There were more than ten survivors who escaped from Iron Thorn Town under the moonlight. However, the temperature outside was extremely low, and they were injured again. I believe If you can't escape for long, you will fall on the frozen soil. In addition, I have sent people to conduct door-to-door searches to ensure that no fish will slip through the net."

"Very good." Helmer breathed rapidly, "Take the troops back to the manor."

He glanced over his head meaningfully at Eladen next to him, who smiled back as usual.

Does she really know nothing?

Now Hemo was in a state of confusion. He didn't want to have to deal with her in vain. He just wanted to go back to his room and stay quietly for a while.

Kesir, Anzarez and others watched quietly after Hemo left. When they went out, they all looked at the silent temple and looked at each other. During the few hours that the lord was locked up in this temple, no one knew what happened inside. They only knew that when he walked out, more than a thousand people inside, friend or foe, were all turned into bones.

What happened that night was so weird that it was terrifying to think about it.

But Keshil and others didn't dare to think too much and could only try their best to do what they were responsible for.

Hurriedly returning to the manor, Helmer solemnly warned the butler Melson not to let anyone disturb him, otherwise he would bear the consequences.

After holding on to the consciousness that was about to collapse and rushing into the room, the weak Hermer suddenly fell on his back on the floor.

The field of vision in front of him changed again, and the deafening sound of fighting stimulated Helmer's nerves. Suddenly, he was once again on the battlefield in another space, with groups of Slaanesh Seekers, Heartseekers, and Hellwalkers running at high speed from both sides of him. Then, countless Slaanesh beasts quickly crawled across the chaotic ground with four hooves, emitting a terrifying and piercing roar. They were surrounded by a drowsy aroma, which made Helmer's will become more and more drowsy.

The sight was filled with an endless line of heavily armored Slaanesh reavers, shouting and charging with all their strength. In front of them, the enchanting Slaanesh army spit out slender swords and drove a weapon with a curling blade. The god's seeker chariot grinds countless Nurglings into minced flesh.

The sky, the ground, the armies of Slaanesh and Nurgle were playing a great game day and night, and Hemer's consciousness broke into this realm of death without knowing when.

With the sound of swift hooves, steady and confident, the Great Demon of Slaanesh strode out from his indulgence to greet the cheers one after another, and the aura of the Dark Prince's blessing enveloped him like a dazzling halo. Amid allure and dizzying hallucinogenic aromas, Is's gorgeous clothes are studded with jewels.

Ess, wearing a gold lace hollow mask, walked towards Helmer with an extremely elegant gait, bent down to hold his hand, and overlapping charming voices echoed in Helmer's ears: "We are one, You are me, and I am you. From now on, I will fulfill all your wishes, haha."

Es's words are undoubtedly addictive, and she will help Hemer achieve whatever goals she has in mind until she can no longer derive pleasure from other actions. If Helmer's mind is not strong enough, he will be obsessed with obtaining this feeling, but the threshold will continue to increase until the way in reality can no longer satisfy him. In the end, he can only turn to Slaanesh, allowing it to eventually become something unsatisfactory. People don't go to ghosts to buy a moment of satisfaction.

Of course, Helmer knew that the devil's lies should not be taken lightly. He flicked away Es's hand without hesitation, and his vision returned to reality again, to the familiar lord's room.

He took deep breaths, his whole body wet with cold sweat. However, when Helmer thought he had temporarily regained consciousness, the subsequent wave of desire overwhelmed him again.

"what!!!"

An inhuman wailing came from the lord's room, and the servants and sergeants in the manor were given death orders. No matter how big the commotion was, they had to turn a blind eye and never step into the room, otherwise they would bear the consequences.

Alleria was the only one who hesitated again and again in the corridor outside the room, but in the end, she was still worried and decided to go in and take a look.

"Sister, don't go in!" Alleyn, who was accompanying him, hurriedly grabbed Alleria and urged her anxiously: "Brother Hemo may have gone crazy now, so don't go in."

Alleria shook her head, "I can't just leave him alone in the room, something will happen."

Alleyn hugged Alleria's arm and refused to let go, looking pleading.

"Don't worry, I'm here. I know life magic. Even if I can't cure him, I can defend myself from being hurt by him." Alleria pretended to smile relaxedly, and then pushed away Alleyne's hand. Just want to knock on the door.

As a result, the door suddenly opened, and a hand covered with purple magic patterns pulled the exclaimed Alleria in with a bang. The door to the room slammed shut.

No matter how hard Elaine hammered on the door and called out to the people inside, he got no response.

He stood blankly at the door of the room, and could only hear the sounds of debris falling and pleading inside.