The soul is an invisible and intangible thing, a collection of energy that cannot be verified. The power it extends is generally called wisdom and will. However, it is difficult for mortals' will to affect the laws of reality because their souls are too
Too weak.
But if the power of the soul reaches a certain level, it can be used with exquisite skills and become a more destructive weapon than pure power.
Just like now, the "mythical" war breaks out between the great lord and the ancient god.
C'Thun tried to use the Whisper of Corruption to influence Tyrion's will, but it soon discovered that the whisper of the mind, which was invincible when dealing with flesh and blood creatures, could not penetrate Tyrion's strong soul at all. So the ancient gods knew that this person in front of him
The soul of the little creature is as powerful as it! Even...even stronger than the weak one.
So the Ancient God put away these small tricks, and it let out roars that distorted reality. The tentacles like dark whips like octopuses rolled out from the sea of blood in the center of the temple, carrying disgusting and fishy liquid.
It roared and smashed towards the great lord suspended in the mid-air of the dim temple.
This scene is like a scene on the angry sea, being attacked by a large sea beast. The tentacles that are shooting out are as tight as a forest of spears piercing the spears. Those dozen special tentacles are shining with purple runes.
, spells filled with the power of the void were thrown at Tyrion, but they could not land on the body of the great lord, and were scattered by the wind of the spiritual world surrounding Tyrion.
Although the threat is small, this scene is really nerve-wracking to watch.
"I suddenly remembered some forgotten memories. Those past memories gave me an immature idea..."
The great lord looked at the tentacles shooting towards him, he narrowed his eyes and said softly:
"Give it a try."
"Wow"
The whirlpool door of the Realm of Death suddenly opened behind Tyrion, and the power of darkness poured on the body of the great lord like a storm, suddenly filling the space in front of him like a cold black curtain. C'Thun's
The tentacles pierced into the dark mist, and the power of void and the power of death collided, just like pouring a basin of water into a hot oil pan.
Dazzling sparks splashed out, like the grandest fireworks.
And in the black curtain, in the chaotic roar of C'Thun, Tyrion closed his eyes, letting the thick and cold, but very docile energy wrap his body layer by layer, even the black...
The apocalypse of fire is also surrounded by layers of energy.
The pure power of death appears through dark energy, like the strongest layer of armor covering Tyrion's body.
"Danglang"
Every blow of C'Thun's crazy shooting carries huge power. Although the body of the ancient god is sealed, the pure power it possesses is still beyond the reach of mortals. These vanguards of void forces can corrode the world. If necessary,
Sometimes, the fully grown Ancient God can even break the world.
The black curtain of energy gathering in the realm of death was shattered like glass, and at this moment, the dark mist drifted away like gunpowder smoke, rolling like a storm, revealing the hidden things inside.
"Wow! Coooooool!"
Little Yuna, who was watching the battle with her legs crossed, saw a flash of surprise in her big eyes when she saw Tyrion's current state. She jumped up, waved her little fists, and while the holy light shone,
Shout loudly:
"So handsome! Kill that ugly monster! Smash it to death! Come on! Come on!"
"Is he really handsome?"
Tyrion snorted with his eyes closed. At this time, he was still suspended in the air. His long gray hair was constantly swaying under the wind of the spiritual world. Outside the body of the great lord, there were layers of hair.
The power of death was condensed into a viscous energy between reality and illusion, and that energy was shaped by Tyrion's will into a black giant as tall as a mountain.
It wears heavy, lifelike and exquisite armor, its shoulders are decorated with scapulas that look like ferocious devil heads, its lower body is a steel skirt and war robe like a knight's armor, and its feet are decorated with skulls and black
Rose's combat boots, the power of death floated behind it like a loose cloak, while the cold wind of the spiritual world turned into black mist-like clouds around its body.
It looks majestic and intimidating.
This evil ghost warrior wears a mighty full-face helmet, which is also shaped like a ghost from hell. There are also horn-like decorations on both sides of the helmet. It carries two swords on its back, one of which has been unsheathed.
Holding between the black gauntlets, the sharp blade shaped by energy is an enlarged version of the magic sword Apocalypse.
And stuck in the scabbard behind his back is another weapon belonging to Tyrion...an enlarged version of the Ashbringer.
This giant stood in a half-kneeling posture among the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the sealed hall, but just from its current posture, one could tell that the body of this energy-gathering evil ghost warrior was at least 7 meters tall.
"It feels... it seems really good."
Tyrion moved his body, and the demon giant outside his body also followed his movements. The next moment, Tyrion's will enveloped the room, and the evil ghost warrior seemed to have awakened, rising from the ground.
He stood up, his majestic posture was like a mountain that came to life, and the ancient god C'Thun, whose body was soaked in the sea of blood, turned into a pitiful, trembling little thing compared to this evil ghost warrior.
Tall.
"Buzz"
Tyrion's eyes opened at this moment. Under the full-face helmet of the evil ghost warrior, two cold blue eyes also opened at the same time. At this moment, this evil ghost used his soul to shape it for the first time.
The warrior seemed to have come to life completely.
"roar!"
C'Thun felt the mad influx of malice and threats, and all its tentacles began to swing wildly, like a whistling black whip, hitting the formed evil warrior from all directions.
"Is that all?"
The great lord who was suspended in the heart of the evil ghost warrior shook his head. His body squatted down slightly, and the Apocalypse Demonic Sword in his hand whizzed towards him in a sword-drawing gesture. The enlarged version of the mountain-like evil ghost warrior held it in his hand.
The Demonic Sword of Apocalypse quickly entangled black flames and made the same powerful attack.
"Shua"
Like black lightning streaking across the dim temple, and like the death scythe sweeping across, at the moment when the Apocalypse Demonic Sword suddenly sheathed itself, behind the evil ghost warrior, those ugly tentacles stagnant in the air, together with the top stone pillars of half of the temple
, as if they were cut in half, they all hit the temple ground like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Smelly and disgusting blood spurted out from the smooth fracture. As the masonry-splattered temple swayed, the pain of having its tentacles cut off also caused C'Thun's body to sway crazily in the sea of blood.
"You're going to die!"
The mad roar of the ancient god caused the entire temple to be covered with a layer of void light prisms that floated endlessly like a maze and began to breed. But just before the light prisms were completed, the evil ghost warrior stepped forward and punched with great force.
It hit C'Thun's flesh and blood from top to bottom, and the cold power of death seeped into that disgusting body. This punch caused the ancient god's flesh and blood to fly everywhere.
Tyrion drew out the Ashbringer, which was specially designed for physical attacks, with his backhand. Following the changes in the movements of the Great Lord, the Ghost Warrior drew an enlarged version of the Ashbringer from his back. The next moment, among the whistling black sword shadows, the sharp
And the heavy sword blade cut hard into C'Thun's body.
"Wow"
Hundreds of sword shadows slashed into the ugly and disgusting octopus from all directions. For a moment, the ancient god C'Thun seemed to be thrown into a terrifying blade whirlwind, and the flesh and blood were cut off.
Smashing it in all directions of the temple, if C'Thun is knowledgeable enough, then it should be able to understand that this thing is like a famous punishment in a certain civilization...
Cut into pieces by a thousand cuts!
"pain!"
Since the Battle of the Lord, when had the ancient gods suffered such a terrifying attack? In the desperate storm shrouded by the black sword in front of him, C'Thun quickly realized one thing...
Being weak, it is no match for the evil star in front of it.
Having lost the most powerful ability of spiritual corruption, the Ancient God is equivalent to a monster that is equally powerful in spirit and flesh and blood, but since it is a monster, it can be defeated by a more powerful force.
It's going to die...if it doesn't want to find a way...
"Wow"
Just like at the beginning of the battle, C'Thun's eyeball, which was mostly chopped off by the Ashbringer, could barely move. Amid the splashes of black blood, an eyelid that looked like a counterattack on the verge of death hit the evil man wielding a knife in front of him.
Ghost warrior.
"Bang"
Tyrion flipped his wrist and blocked the blow with Ashbringer. The huge force made him take a step back. Taking this opportunity, C'Thun, who was suspended in the sea of blood, stared fiercely with his broken eyeball.
Looking at Tyrion and his ghost warriors, he slowly sank into the blood sea among the surging waves.
"Let's... fight another day!"
In less than a second, the ancient god disappeared from this temple.
"Hide back to your own cage... C'Thun, you really have some ideas."
Tyrion looked at the sea of blood that was gradually calming down in the center of the temple. He knew very well that underneath this thing should be the real cage used by the Titan Guardians to seal C'Thun, but the situation in front of him made Tyrion guilty.
Difficulty.
The Titan's cage is not an easy place to enter. Although the place has been destroyed by C'Thun, judging from the fact that the Ancient God has not yet escaped from the cage, the seal of the cage should still be in operation. This thing will
Isolating all external forces, although it is difficult to say who is stronger and weaker between the power of death and the arcane power used by the guardians, but judging from the worst case scenario, Tyrion will most likely be sealed once he enters it.
Go in.
It's easy to get in, but hard to get out.
C'Thun had corroded for hundreds of thousands of years before opening a gap in the cage. If Tyrion was thrown in, it would probably take him hundreds or even thousands of years to climb out.
This was not the result he wanted.
But now C'Thun is hiding in the cage. Unless the cage is opened, Tyrion cannot get rid of it. But the problem is that once the Titan cage is opened from the outside world, it is equivalent to Tyrion's own hand.
After C'Thun was released, not to mention the coalition soldiers who were fighting against the bugs above the mountain temple, if C'Thun escaped from the trap and escaped, Tyrion would be guilty of a grave sin.
Of course, judging from the previous battle with C'Thun, the great lord did not think that this extremely weak ancient god could escape from his hands.
But when it comes to void power, we have to think about the overall situation. After all, this thing is a bit too weird.
While thinking about this, the great lord waved his hand, and the completely temperless evil ghost warrior C'Thun had beaten before quickly disappeared into the temple just as it appeared when the dark energy dissipated.
, the great lord looked at the disgusting corpses scattered on the ground with some disgust. He was suspended in the air, and after thinking for several minutes, he turned to look at the little ghost sitting at the entrance of the temple watching the show.
"Yuna, come here!"
Tyrion waved his hand towards the little ghost, and placed a precise death grip on the little ghost. Then, amid Yuna's exclamation with laughter, the little girl was pulled to the side of the big lord.
"You said before that a mysterious sister helped you heal your eyes, and she asked you to tell me that she was watching me, right?"
Tyrion asked, Yuna nodded:
"Yes, that sister is so soft-spoken!"
"Well, very good."
The great lord looked at Yuna's eyes that were as bright as stars, and he said softly:
"Then, girl, come on and look into my eyes!"
The little ghost didn't know what Tyrion was going to do, but she believed that Tyrion would not hurt her, so she blinked the draenei's unique big eyes, and then looked at Tyrion's ice-blue eyes.
With his eyes open, the great lord put his hands on Yuna's shoulders. During the movement of the power of death, his consciousness slightly seeped into the little girl's eyes.
"I know I should have talked to you a long time ago..."
"But it doesn't look like it's too late... Protoss Lady of Azeroth, Elune, the Moon Goddess, if you are really looking at me... then..."
Tyrion's ice-blue eyes flashed with hesitation, a trace of apprehension, and a trace of expectation:
