The Qiraji Temple penetrates nearly a hundred meters below the ground. The palace of the Twin Emperors looks like the end of the temple, but in fact, if you continue to extend downward, you can find a deeper passage to the ground, but it is not the same as the temple.
Different from other parts, this downward passage is filled with some kind of cold energy, and it seems like two different worlds from the one above.
Patrolling this passage are all the highest-level insect lords of the Qiraji Empire, as well as some specially modified Anubis Colossi. Compared with the Colossi Legion in the Qiraji Ruins, the Anubis here are
Bisi is taller and taller, and his body also shines with the light of special magic.
Walking in this large dark cave, the cold that penetrates into the bone marrow and the noisy whispers ringing in the ears always make people feel like walking into hell.
"Won't you draw your sword? Tyrion."
Yuna, who was sitting on the shoulders of the great lord, looked at the Qiraji lords rushing toward them in the midst of the noise, the insect priests who were covered in various colors of insect armor, and the colorful insect priests.
Those ferocious Qiraji royal guards, driven by a certain will, rushed from all directions towards Tyrion, the Blade of Dawn, who was standing in the center of the passage.
The great lord stood very relaxed. Under Yuna's curious gaze, he stretched out his fingers, and a faint black flame twined between him.
"The sword is used to challenge the strong, child..."
Tyrion responded softly, and then flicked the weak flame forward, and the flame quickly circled in the cold air. In the blink of an eye, the vortex door entwined with black mist-like energy was in Tyrion's direction.
A hole opened between Ang and the rushing insects, and the whistling wind of the spiritual world surged out from the gate. The extreme cold that acted on the soul covered the carapace of the fastest rushing group of insects.
White frost appeared.
A dark shadow "floated" out from the door. It looked very much like a human being, but the dark power covering its body was like a tattered hood and cloak, covering its face.
In the dark hood, if you look carefully, you can only see two eyes shining with a faint blue halo. Under the tattered cuffs extending from both sides of its body, the exposed arms are as skinny as firewood.
Like the claws of some kind of monster.
This strange creature has no legs. Under its body are tattered clothes that are constantly swinging. It floats in the air very flexibly. Putting aside its frightening appearance, this floating movement is actually unexpected.
..light and agile.
It quickly circled around Tyrion and Yuna, and then stopped in front of the big lord, floating up and down slightly, as if waiting for orders.
Little ghost Yuna's eyes widened, looking at the floating creature in front of her, she screamed:
"Alas Dementors!"
Yes, although the appearance has changed greatly, the cold energy emitted by this creature still leaves Yuna's memory fresh. These are clearly the dementors that plunder souls everywhere in the wilderness of the Realm of Death.
The most feared creature in the Realm of Death...probably the only creature.
"No, no, no, Yuna."
Tyrion shook his head, rubbed his chin, and looked at his "work" in front of him. A trace of satisfaction flashed in his blue eyes, and he said:
"They have new names, let's call them...the God of Death."
After saying that, the great lord flicked his finger outwards, and the black god of death suspended in the air suddenly became clear. It let out a strange scream, like a banshee screaming at the top of its voice. It floated nimbly in the air.
He spun around in a circle, and then rushed towards the approaching, screaming, and noisy insect-men at the speed of a bullet.
As the door of the dark vortex behind it swayed, the second, third, and fourth death gods rushed out of the door one after another like a flock of scavenging crows. In just one second, this tall death god rushed out of the door one after another like a flock of scavenging crows.
The air of the cave was filled with nearly a hundred death gods.
As for the fastest charging Death God, when it approached the Qiraji Royal Guards, it held its hands empty, and a black light shone on its fingertips. The moment it passed by the enemy, a black, swaying energy appeared.
The war scythe flashed away in the waving of the death god's arm.
The ferocious weapon passed over the necks of the five insect-men, but it did not cut off their insect armor or even cause any damage to their bodies. However, the insect-men chopped by the Death Scythe seemed to have encountered a sudden attack.
Just like death, their eyes shining with vicious light lost their luster in the next moment, and their bodies that were still charging rolled forward under the influence of inertia, and finally stopped between the wet soil.
On the battlefield where the souls were roaring, rays of deadly black light splashed out, and the ferocious attacks of the insects could not harm the light and agile gods of death at all, as if the ghosts holding war scythes had no entity at all.
And Yuna, whose whole body was shining with faint holy light, jumped off Tyrion's shoulder. The shadow of the holy light stretched out behind her. She ran to the fallen insect man and poked those with her wand.
The corpse of the bug man.
"They are all dead!"
The little ghost looked back at Tyrion who was walking forward, and asked curiously:
"Why are they dead? There are obviously no wounds on their bodies."
"soul."
Tyrion stretched out his hand and took Yuna's little hand. The two figures, one tall and one short, walked on the battlefield shrouded in screams and howls of fear, as if they were walking in the garden of their own home.
The great lord explained to the confused little Yuna:
"Do you still remember the scene when we encountered Dementors in the Realm of Death? Those creatures rarely carry out physical attacks, and their main means of attack is soul slashing. I have strengthened the advantages of these gods of death in soul attack. When encountering souls
When facing weaker opponents, such as these insect-men who focus on physical strength, they can easily kill them with one strike."
As she spoke, Yuna saw the insect-men in front of her being chopped down row by row like wheat. The strength and ferocity that these insect-men were proud of were useless amidst the ravages of the gods of death who randomly interspersed in the battle formation.
However, in front of the few Qiraji soul-slayers who have energy attack methods, the scythes of the gods of death are not so powerful. These soul-slayers use their huge mental power to converge into invisible sharp blades that can cut through the bodies of the gods of death, but
Those severed Shinigami did not die, but turned into dark mist and dissipated in the air, being absorbed by other Shinigami.
The insect soul slayer wanted to continue attacking, but the next moment, more than 14 death gods roared in from four directions. Under their swarm attack, the powerful souls of these rare energy users were instantly destroyed.
Cut into pieces.
"Not bad, right?"
Tyrion looked at the battlefield ravaged by the Death God. More than 1,500 high-level insect-men were killed by less than 100 Death Gods in 5 minutes. This killing speed made the great lord very satisfied.
But Yuna was concerned about another thing. She looked at her hands shining with holy light. She turned to look at Tyrion and asked abruptly:
"I am also a ghost. Since the God of Death can kill souls, I should be able to do it too, right?"
"Um..."
Tyrion glanced at the holy light blooming on Yuna's body. This was the first time he had seen such a ghost. Therefore, while walking through the battlefield filled with insect corpses, he answered with some uncertainty:
"Theoretically you can do it, but... maybe you need more practice and practice... Of course, you still lack a good weapon."
"Let's go and talk to the "great" ancient god."
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After C'Thun was defeated in the "War of Overlord" between the ancient gods and the Titan Guardians, he was sealed in a cage specially made by the Guardians.
To seal an ancient god who is as powerful mentally as physically, you cannot simply tie him up with chains. In fact, the cages made by the Titan Guardians are very delicate.
In the deepest part of the underground, the guardians used conduits full of Titan energy to form the foundation of the cage. These special energies with a blue halo are the embodiment of extreme arcane magic. They are like a thick city wall that can protect the ancients.
God's fallen will is trapped within it and can cut it off from the outside world.
The Old Gods are also living creatures, and they also need to "eat".
Hundreds of thousands of years of imprisonment prevented the ancient gods from accessing the energy at the core of the world, and they were unable to corrupt the world as a means of eating. They became very weak. In order to ensure their own continuation, the ancient gods had to turn to find some
"Inferior" "food".
Soul, the soul of living things.
The energy of the soul cannot satisfy the Old Gods, but it can prevent their already weak power from weakening further.
At this time, in the dim hall of the Sealed Temple of the Ancient God, which is nearly 300 meters underground, on the ancient stone slab covered with Titan patterns, a disgusting smell of blood filled the air was constantly surging.
The corpses of cultists from the Twilight's Hammer lay scattered all over the floor of this temple. Judging from the distortion of their corpses, before they died, a fight must have broken out among the tens of thousands of cultists.
A jaw-dropping brawl.
They used rough weapons, teeth, and fingers to tear apart the corpses of their companions. Amidst the flow of blood, in the most chaotic and craziest fighting, they dedicated everything they had to their "gods" in a twisted cult ritual.
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In the center of this mountain of corpses and sea of blood, there is a large circular pit. The blood like streams flows into the pits along the texture of the divine patterns, and the energy like black mud is rolling in the large pit.
, in that dark curtain, a trace of blood flashed from time to time.
It was like a corrupt and strange black insect egg. Between the greedy swallowing of blood, the egg was still beating rhythmically, as if an evil ghost in an abyss was about to resurrect in the world.
C'Thun cannot break free from the Titan's cage on its own, but it can pollute the entire cage with the blood and souls of these ignorant mortals, completely shutting down the seals that have been operating for hundreds of thousands of years.
This was a perfect plan, but it took time to complete, but unfortunately...it has no time now.
"Thum, thump, thump"
Clear footsteps came from outside the Sealed Temple. It was not heavy, but in the completely silent environment at this time, the footsteps seemed so weird. And as the footsteps approached, the black insect eggs in the center of the huge temple
It stopped beating, and some creature inside seemed to be preparing... a surprise attack!
The thinking of the Ancient God is chaotic and full of dark wisdom. It knows how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, but the problem is that the Ancient God C'Thun himself does not know when it provoked this sudden appearance.
A strong threatening opponent.
It doesn't know why Tyrion, the great lord who tore a rift in the world and appeared in the Qiraji Temple, is targeting it... But there is no doubt that C'Thun felt threatened when Tyrion appeared.
This is also the reason why it forcibly controlled these cultists to perform such cruel cult rituals at this moment.
It must be prepared for the arrival of powerful enemies.
Tyrion's figure appeared at the entrance of the temple. The moment the great lord looked at the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, in the hole in the center of the temple, the dark cocoon suddenly burst open, revealing a strange creature like an octopus.
Appearing in the rolling black energy mud and disgusting sea of blood, how to describe it?
Its body is like an octopus, but every piece of flesh and blood on its body has eyeballs that are constantly turning. Each of its tentacles is covered with suckers with intertwined sharp teeth and scales. Among several special tentacles,
There were purple runes shining on it, and at the top of the octopus-shaped body, a huge eyeball stared at Tyrion's body.
This is simply the embodiment of all the nightmares in all living beings, like an extreme manifestation of the world's malice. But the most terrifying thing is not the body, but the soul existing in the body, and how twisted and disgusting the soul is.
, ten thousand times more exaggerated than this body. In Tyrion's spiritual vision, he could see the malicious soul waving his beard in the halo of blood and darkness.
It has no body, but it is constantly changing its appearance like a sore of flesh and blood. It is simply like the most terrifying spiritual pollution. Even if you take a look at it, the twisted energy entwined outside the soul is enough to clear any mortal's body.
san value.
The truly indescribable.
"Wow"
C'Thun's charged blow caused double fluctuations in the soul and reality levels. Space lost its meaning at this moment. The extremely powerful soul power twisted into the sharpest and most destructive spikes, whistling and stabbing at
Tyrion stood at the entrance of the temple. The invisible spiritual power was so huge that it even condensed into an entity. It was like a beating edge of light, like a spear shining with the light of destruction, piercing the great lord's head.
Body and soul.
"Bang"
The twisted light whizzed and hit the pale bone sword in Tyrion's hand. The black flames of the great lord poured from the hilt into the unruly long sword. Outside the long sword, a layer of black shield spread.
He stepped out and firmly blocked C'Thun's charged blow.
At the moment when the light beam dissipated, the black shield in front of Tyrion's eyes was already covered with spiderweb-like cracks, representing the terrifying blow, and the bone sword in his hand let out bursts of wails, as if being struck by
It feels like it hurts.
The great lord cursed impatiently:
"Why are you howling! Shut up!"
Bone Sword Tianqi, who had dared to argue with Tyrion in a big way before, felt aggrieved at this moment like his little daughter-in-law, and argued in an inaudible tone:
"It hurts, bastard!"
"pain?"
Tyrion flipped his wrist, and the bone sword wrapped with black flames threw a sword flower in the air. The great lord stared at the body of the ancient god in front of him, which was beginning to accumulate power again. He said softly:
"This is your last chance, Tianqi..."
"You know, for me now, you are no longer dispensable...so, you have to behave well!"
