29. Apocalypse's choice---this chapter, give it to myself [20/20]
Archimonde was hit head-on by the power of the Eye of Sargeras and was on the verge of serious injury, but this did not mean that he was ready to be bullied at this time.
For a great demon like him, the body exists only to carry the soul and power. In a sense, losing the body is not a life-threatening problem.
As long as the soul is still there, deadly magic can still be used.
"Are you going to stare me to death with your eyes?"
Tyrion's figure jumped, avoiding the scorching evil energy shot from the eyes of the polluter in front of him. It was very easy. He kept charging forward, and between leaps, he quickly approached the body of the polluter, and then waved his hand.
The Ashbringer slashed Archimonde's wound with his sword. The black sword shadows overlapped, leaving another deep bone-visible scar on the cut body.
Immediately afterwards, the demon sword Apocalypse in Tyrion's other hand was fiercely pierced into the dark green blood amidst the extreme buzzing. The moment it penetrated the body of the great demon, this greedy demon
The sword began to bite Archimonde's soul crazily, and the pain from his soul made the dying demon become even more violent.
"I am Archimonde, King of the Eredar! Get away, bug!"
More than a dozen layers of beating dark green light-patterned magic circles wrapped up his remains in layers. The next moment, scorching flames spurted out from the center of the magic circle, wrapping the body of the polluter and the assassin together.
In the strong evil energy.
The use of this kind of magic is not subtle, but it is powerful in destructive power, and it is activated extremely quickly. In the raging fire of beating evil energy, Tyrion can clearly see that the body of the polluter is also engulfed in flames.
In Burning, it was obvious that the great demon had sensed that Tyrion was a troublesome insect and actually had the ability to destroy his soul, so in the midst of extreme humiliation, he chose an explosive resistance.
He's ready to... kill himself.
"Are you leaving now?"
Tyrion's eyes changed slightly, and dark red death energy rolled up all over his body, wrapping it around his body, and then quickly rushed into the evil burning magic circle. He shouted loudly:
"Won't you stay for a cup of tea?"
"Shua"
Hot blood splashed everywhere, Apocalypse and Ashbringer pierced the remains of the great demon again. Tyrion let go of the hilt of the sword. At the moment his eyes turned blood red, he raised his hands and shot two
The dark green column of scorching blood was forcefully drawn out of Archimonde's corpse.
Pain, extreme pain, swept through the mind of the polluter, and Apocalypse inserted in his broken body was like a bold mouse, biting his powerful and tenacious soul, but Apocalypse bit hard, and it was difficult to meet him again.
When facing this delicious soul, Tianqi is like an old man. His loose teeth and weak strength prevent him from happily enjoying this delicious "meal" in front of him.
This is normal... This is not because the Demon Blade Apocalypse has become weaker, but because the soul it faces is too strong.
Apocalypse is a magic blade forged by the ancient Nathrezim demons. It has devastating power on mortal souls. However, Apocalypse's destructive power has an upper limit. Just like an ant, no matter how strong it is, it cannot defeat an ant.
Just like adults, it is just a legendary weapon after all, and you can't ask it to do too much.
Archimonde's power upgrade was personally given by the Dark Titan, and the Titan's power protected him. Under normal circumstances, during Archimonde the Defiler's heyday, even if the great demon opened his soul for Apocalypse to bite, the Demon Sword
Don't even think of hurting him in the slightest. Just like once in the world of Draenor, when faced with the seriously injured big demon Kazzak, Apocalypse tried his best, but he could only bite one piece out of Kazzak's huge soul.
Same as small pieces.
As a pure weapon, even if it has its own will and soul, it cannot actively break through its own limits... It needs help, and the soul in front of it is very important to it!
"Buzz, buzz"
The magic sword inserted into the fast-drying flesh and blood buzzed crazily. Tyrion, who was trying his best to extract the active blood of the great demon, heard this strange buzz that had never appeared before, which made his expression change strangely.
Overdone.
Tyrion's blood-red eyes blinked, and amid Archimonde's beast-like roar and the blazing fire of evil energy, he asked in a hoarse voice:
"You...are you begging me?"
"Buzz"
Apocalypse trembled, as if answering Tyrion's question.
And this answer made Tyrion's expression even weirder:
"Weird things happened a lot today. I never thought that a rebellious bastard like you would turn around one day... But why should I help you? You see, you are free and never want to have a master.
, right?”
"Buzz, buzz"
Apocalypse's buzzing sound became more intense. If it were put into human language, it probably represented Apocalypse's anxiety and anger at this time. But the more it was like this, the more silent Tyrion became. The Dark Blade King controlled the dark green blood, and in his
Several evil blood beads gathered around him. He tilted his head and looked at the magic sword in front of him:
"Hey, this is not the attitude you should have when asking for help, but I roughly understand that Archimonde's soul is very important to you. It can help you break through your own limits...reshape the sword body and reach another level of the weapon.
Layers, well, that sounds great...but again, why should I help you?"
Tyrion rubbed his chin. He looked back at the big demon whose breath was getting weaker and weaker. He waved his hand to interrupt Apocalypse's neighing. He said in a deep voice:
"I don't need you to harvest this demon soul. Bwonsamdi will help me... We made a contract, I will take half and he will take half... In fact, you see, I have the Ashbringer,
It is stronger than you, and more loyal than you, do you know why I forged it?"
"I'm tired of your unruly nature. Your uncontrollable rebellious wildness makes me feel disgusted. I don't plan to use you anymore. Tianqi, I gave you many opportunities, but you never cherished... I let
You gave me Kazzak's soul fragment, and you refused, didn't you? I asked you to help me transform those paladins, but you also refused!"
"Merry Dongfeng's soul was ruined by you with a bad personality. He chose self-annihilation out of despair and almost let Cassanatir go early... Look, how much trouble you caused me
!”
Tyrion's fingers touched the hilt of the silent Ashbringer's sword. He looked at Apocalypse, his eyes full of indifference:
"A weapon that doesn't obey its master's orders has no value at all... Tianqi, I won't help you! Just like you won't help me sincerely."
"Bwonsamdi is coming soon. Maybe he will be interested in you. Maybe I can use you to get more troops from him. Those 1,000 golden sword guards are more useful than you!"
As he spoke, Tyrion withdrew the Ashbringer from the weak body of Archimonde, shook off the blood drops on the sword, put the black heavy sword back behind him, and strode away.
On the edge of Dalaran's floating island, he had already felt Bwonsamdi's aura. The troll death god was coming soon to fulfill his agreement with Tyrion.
Let’s carve up Archimonde’s coveted and powerful soul together...
"Buzz"
Just when Tyrion took a few steps away, behind him, Apocalypse, inserted into the body of the big demon, let out a sharp and extremely neighing sound after a long period of silence, very much like those young people who gave up on themselves.
Tyrion's footsteps also stopped at this moment. He turned around, with a strange look in his eyes:
"You...say it again?"
"Buzz"
Apocalypse neighed again, while Tyrion's face was full of impatience:
"Speak! I know you can talk! I want to hear you say it with my own ears!"
This request made Demon Blade silent again, but seeing the soul power dissipating deeper around Dalaran's floating island, Apocalypse finally gave in.
"Master...I need you...help me!"
This is the first time Tyrion has heard Apocalypse speak. He has known for a long time that this unruly magic blade can speak. Miss Xalatas also proved this. Apocalypse's voice is very much like those hazes.
The Dread Lord's tone was low and hoarse, revealing a hint of exhaustion and resentment. He sounded like an evil guy.
"Hmm... this feels really good. It's like the annoying little kid you are calling daddy for the first time."
Tyrion stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. He walked to Tianqi and looked at the trembling sword:
"Say it again!"
"Don't push yourself too far! Tyrion Blade of Dawn!"
"Huh? That's what you call me?"
A playful smile flashed in Tyrion's eyes:
"What should you call me?"
"...Owner!"
This time, Tyrion could easily feel the resentment but powerlessness in Apocalypse's voice. The collapse of the demon blade that finally succumbed made the Dark Blade King laugh happily.
The next moment, his left hand clenched the hilt of Apocalypse's sword again. Tyrion's eyes turned pure black, and black flames representing the power of the soul surged out of his arms, wrapping around them layer by layer.
His fingers, as well as Apocalypse's sword hilt, on the blade.
"You know, Tianqi, if you just talk, then I can't help you..."
Tyrion whispered:
"Open your soul and leave my mark. Only in this way can I lend you my power!"
"Buzz"
As the magic blade buzzed, a strange dark red halo shone from the core of the moon-shaped long sword, intertwined with Tyrion's black fire, as if the clear water had been polluted.
, in just the blink of an eye, the core of Apocalypse turned into beating black flames. After Tyrion's soul power was injected into this magic blade, its solid shell began to shatter from the inside, and new power began to flow into this sword.
breed here.
It let out a wild roar. On the soul level, Tyrion could clearly see that Apocalypse was like a ferocious monster covered in black flames. It opened its bloody mouth and bit Archimonde in one bite.
Unlike before when it could only bite off some corners of its weak soul, this time it tore off pieces equivalent to one-twentieth of the great demon's soul in one bite.
"Tustin...my good friend Tyrion, you look like you could use my help!"
At the moment when Apocalypse began to bite Archimonde's soul, behind Tyrion, on the edge of the broken floating island of Dalaran, in the dark mist escaping, the strange voice of Bwonsamdi, the troll god of death, came out.
The sound started.
He had come to fulfill his promise, but Tyrion no longer needed him.
"Sorry, Bwonsamdi..."
Tyrion turned around and looked at the troll Death rubbing his hands, a hint of indifference flashed in his black eyes:
"But I suddenly discovered that maybe I can handle the soul in front of me by myself, and you don't need to worry about it anymore. I'm sorry to make you run in vain... but I will compensate you with 50,000 troll souls.
How about it? Is this enough to express my apology?"
"Shua"
At this moment, the sky over the entire floating island of Dalaran turned into a deep and indifferent scenery of the dead world, and the eyes of Bwonsamdi, the troll god of death, who always had a playful smile on his face, also had a sulky expression under the bone mask.
A spear composed of soul power appeared in his hand.
"You're kidding, aren't you? My friend Tyrion...I love your jokes, but now, step aside and I'll just take my share!"
"Oh, are you not satisfied?"
Tyrion moved his wrist and said softly:
"Then 100,000 troll souls? Or, more? Until you are satisfied!"
"Wow"
Nine black tentacles entwined with a cold and strange aura suddenly sprang up from the newly formed strait under the floating island of Dalaran, bringing up huge waves. The unsettling aura of the Realm of Death was like
It is like a double superposition, becoming deeper and deeper. In the eyes of people in this world, Dalaran Floating Island seems to have been pulled into another world, and has long since disappeared.
"I told you long ago, stupid Bwonsamdi... Mortals cannot be trusted!"
A sharp female voice intervened in the conversation. In the sky behind Tyrion, a pair of hazy and chaotic eyes slowly opened in the breath of the realm of death. They looked at the place below and above with the eyes of a toy.
Tyrion Confronted by Bwonsamdi:
"I have been observing him for a long time. He is not the kind of character who would surrender to anyone...Am I right? Tyrion, Blade of the Dawn! That little bitch Agatha thought you could protect her.
But I'm curious, can you really...can?"
The Dark Blade King turned around and looked at the looming figure of a huge woman's upper body entangled in the sky, entangled by dark thunder. A trace of resentment shone in his eyes, but in the end, he was still polite, as if
Like a gentleman, he nodded slightly to the woman:
"Hello... Queen of Hades, controller of the dead, Ms. Hela, I have admired your name for a long time..."
ps: This update is over. Everyone will go to work tomorrow. Have a good rest tonight, spend time with your family, and find a good state to start tomorrow's work. In addition, I am not sure whether there will be an update in November. I am not sure yet.
There is really no chapter in it. I can only say that I will try my best to come back in November, but if not, I hope everyone will not be disappointed... I will resume the 3rd update tomorrow, let me rest for a while... I am too tired.
