Any intelligent life will always encounter various temptations in its life, whether good or bad.
Such as power, wealth, female sex, etc., as well as some positive temptations, the desire to become a hero, the expectation of being recognized or the joy of saving others... It can be said that every soul will always encounter it on the road of growth.
Such and such choices, and often these choices themselves, represent whether the soul accepts the intervention of some kind of temptation.
As another observer once said, when faced with the immediate crisis, fear and concession are only one of many choices.
Tyrion is a determined person. He has also been confused, but he finally came out of it. For such an existence that has cast his shadow on the entire world, it is difficult to express personal emotions.
It affected the decisions he made.
For living beings, the existence of emotions is important, but it is not the necessary basis for the existence of the soul. For the more special undead, emotions are just a dispensable thing.
"Shua"
Wherever the black blade of light touches, all things wither. This withering is not a manifestation of freezing or necrosis, but a sign that the spirit of all things has been cut off from its future path. In other words, this is death in the absolute sense.
It's like cutting the thread of life.
The terrifying Seven Evils of Pandaria appeared so fragile and incompetent when faced with the overlord who had not even undergone the second stage of transformation. Facing the undead overlord who had suppressed all emotions, the emotional induction they were best at had been "castrated".
, they could only use the brutal power gathered by Sha energy to have a "passionate fight" with the big lord. However, the man standing in front of them had killed a butcher of an ancient god who was more advanced than them face to face.
Facing such a guy, these pitiful and helpless demons, how can they win?
The answer is yes...
They can't win!
Under Tyrion's feet, the evil energy cut by the black light blade was frozen bit by bit in the cold frost and snow storm. The escaped energy was frozen in the death ice, and accompanied by the great lord
Every time he waved the light blade in his hand, the hordes of Death Gods who followed him would let out silent screams. Those bastards who helped the evil tyrants held death war scythes and slashed across the body of the evil demon, just like carrying a sword.
Use the spirit of mortals to cut through and draw away the power of these demons bit by bit.
The blue, distinctive Sha of Pride was roaring. As it said, Tyrion's body was filled with huge arrogance, but it could not draw more pride from the guy in front of it... Maybe Asia
The evil spirit can do it, but as it is just the manifestation of the power of the ancient gods, it obviously can't do it yet.
This is a crushing at the level of power...Besides their defeat, there is no other outcome possible.
"Click"
The great lord waved a sword, and the black blades of light flying in the sky roared, tearing apart the body of the proud evil spirit in front of him. Tyrion stretched out his left hand, and the fingers with the cold gauntlet accurately clasped the seal in the
The dark prophet Benedictus in the body of the Sha of Proud, with the force of his wrist, the body that was forcibly used as the bearer of the evil demon was "torn" from the body of the Sha of Proud.
"Bang"
Benedictus, who was almost unconscious, was thrown on the cold ground. Before the Dark Prophet could react, a roaring dark sword pierced his heart, followed by a blast of pure death.
The burst of power dispelled all the void power in his body in one fell swoop, neatly cutting off the soul connection between him and the Sha of Proud.
"ah!!!"
The disappearance of the emotional carrier also caused the Ao Zhisha to scream in agony. The evil evil needs a medium to manifest in this world. The other six evils relied on the last emperor Shaohao 10,000 years ago to appear in Pandali.
Ya, and the agent of the Evil of Pride is Benedictus who recklessly touches the Heart of Darkness.
Without this medium, it would be difficult for the Sha of Pride to continue to maintain its form, but at the moment when it was roaring and about to dissipate, the Great Lord slowly took out a more delicate crystal bottle from his storage ring.
, he pointed the mouth of the bottle at the Ao Zhi Sha in front of him, and then waved to the ugly monster:
"I will completely destroy the Heart of Darkness, so now in front of you seven ugly guys, I have two choices..."
"Either you die with the remaining bones of Y'Shaarj and disappear completely, or you can completely get rid of the shackles of Y'Shaarj and truly become an independent individual with the support of new power... There is no need to doubt the purpose of this "invitation"
, because justice or evil is meaningless to me. In short, it is your turn to make a choice now!"
"We are...Y'Shaarj!"
The Sha of Proud roared unwillingly, but at the same time as it roared, the Sha of Fear, the most cunning of the seven evils, turned into a dark red stream of light without saying a word and rushed into Tyrion's crystal bottle.
This action seemed to be some kind of signal, and the remaining demons roared and merged into the bottle, illuminating the crystal clear crystal bottle like a gorgeous colorful halo.
The Sha Demons are indeed the last malicious breath breathed out by the most powerful ancient god Y'Shaarj before his death. They have inherited Y'Shaarj's weak power, but to be precise, the Sha Demons are more like Y'Shaarj in
A unique continuation after death. They are secondary creatures created by Y'Shaarj. In an era when the strongest ancient god only had one heart left, the continuity between the Sha demons and the ancient gods is like that of the insect-men and C'Thun.
The connection between Naga and N'Zoth is no longer as close as it once was.
In other words, the fact that they can exist independently in Pandaria has proven that these weird energy creatures have the possibility to separate from their mother body and exist alone. After Y'Shaarj is completely destroyed, as long as they can replenish enough death
With their power, maybe they can also achieve some more unique transformation.
"You're the only one left...your siblings obviously don't agree with your terrible ideas."
The great lord shook the bottle in his hand. He tilted his head and looked at the proud Sha in front of him who could no longer maintain his prototype. He stretched out his fingers and touched the surface of the heart of darkness that was still beating in the sealed box.
Along with the surge of pure power of death, the heart of darkness seemed to have a premonition of some impending fate, and its beating became slower and slower.
The great lord whispered without looking back:
"Let me ask you one last time...the seven deadly sins of arrogance..."
"Are you going to die standing up? Or live on your knees?"
A few seconds later, a blue mist of evil energy dispersed and merged into the last link of the crystal bottle. The great lord nodded with satisfaction. A complex seal sealed the mouth of the crystal bottle, and then the complete version was sealed.
The "Seven Deadly Sins" were thrown into his storage ring.
In front of his eyes, the dark heart of the most powerful ancient god that originated tens of millions of years ago and almost corrupted the entire world has been covered with a layer of crystal frost, like a perfect work of art.
Same.
"I have done so much for you...at this moment, don't you say something?"
Tyrion's fingers pointed at the surface of the frozen heart of darkness in front of him, and he seemed to be asking to himself. After a few seconds, a vague voice sounded in his ears.
"Thank you, Tyrion..."
"So good..."
The great lord got the thanks he wanted. He narrowed his eyes and gently poked forward with his fingers surging with black light. The heart of darkness covered by the power of death was like a clumsy toy. At this moment, he completely
Falling apart.
The strongest ancient god Y'Shaarji has been killed for tens of thousands of years. The power it left in this heart, after extending out of the Seven Evils, has long been weak and unable to resist the oppression and cutting of pure death.
At the moment when the heart of darkness was torn apart, a low roar seemed to echo in the Titan's secret chamber. The reverberating sound became louder and louder, and finally dissipated in the sky of the entire Pandaria, and even the entire world, like a rolling roar.
Like thunder.
Those mortals who were frightened by the muffled thunder had no way of knowing that just a moment ago, another threat that would affect the entire world was nipped in the cradle, and another human disaster was completely eliminated before it broke out.
It is true that history will not praise what has never happened, but the significance of this strangulation cannot be described by history written by ordinary people. It is destined to be a secret that must be forgotten in this world.
In front of Tyrion's eyes, in the Titan's sealed box, the completely destroyed Heart of Darkness began to "melt" rapidly like falling snow encountering the sun, representing the legacy of Y'Shaarj left in Azeroth.
The last trace was about to be washed away, but just when the remnants of the Heart of Darkness were about to dissipate, the great lord suddenly narrowed his eyes. He seemed to have thought of something, so he stretched out his hand and used the last piece of debris in front of him.
The ice froze.
This thing is still useful...
If Tyrion remembers correctly, there is an ancient ghost wandering in Kalimdor, seeking rebirth, looking for these things. That little sister who thinks she is evil and smart may be used in the future.
...set a trap.
"You...what have you done!"
A weak soul, supported by the power of death filled in the Titan Chamber, slowly floated behind the great lord. Benedictus's soul looked at the treasure that the great lord had pursued for his whole life with a painful look in his eyes.
Such random destruction made the Dark Bishop as painful as a thousand arrows piercing his heart.
"Oh, you're still here."
The great lord turned around and looked at this relatively complete human soul with some surprise.
Generally speaking, the cultists of the Twilight Hammer will offer their souls as tribute to their evil masters in exchange for some insignificant power. However, due to the erosion of the corrupt power of the Old God, the souls of these cultists
There will always be some kind of distortion, and in short, they don't look like normal creatures.
The great lord scorned such twisted and corrupt souls. Such inferior souls only deserved to be thrown into the soul furnace and burned into pure "spirits" to provide for the environmental changes in the death realm.
But to Tyrion's surprise, Benedictus, such a senior cultist and the number two figure in the Twilight Hammer, his soul is still very pure. Although it has the smell of void, it is still essentially pure.
They are considered human beings, not some terrible monsters.
And this means that although Benedictus shouted to worship the ancient gods, in fact, this guy has never worshiped any ancient gods in his heart, nor has he dedicated his soul to any one.
Ancient God.
"This is a bit interesting..."
The great lord crossed his arms, and the blue power of death surged rapidly in the space behind him. Amidst the entanglement of lines, a comfortable chair appeared behind Tyrion. He leaned on the chair and pondered.
Looking at the weak Benedictus in front of him:
"Your control of the power of the void does not come from the gift of the ancient gods. So let me guess, you are actually an atheist? In your eyes, the void is also a power that can be studied and controlled? So, you worship
What is it?"
Benedictus was unwilling to answer this question, but as a weak soul, he could not keep his secret in front of Tyrion, so he could only answer with difficulty:
"It's the void itself... I didn't enter this path of shadows because of contact with the ancient gods. The front half of my body believed in the Holy Light, but the Holy Light could not explain the shadows behind it, so I walked into the shadows,
I saw the mystery of the shadow, which is not weaker than the Holy Light. It is not the power of stupidity itself, but the knowledge hidden under the surface..."
"I never got to where I am now just because I worshiped some stupid god."
"Ah, interesting."
The great lord snapped his fingers:
"You remind me of some people I have come into contact with...some weird people. If what you say is true, well, even if what you say is true, you foolishly pursue the power of the ancient gods and try to
Using the power of these minions of the void to peer into the nature of the void is a wrong path. The six basic forces of the stars are all pure. The void has no will of its own just like the holy light, but the creatures it derives and those representatives
They have their own pursuits."
"Do you understand? If you want to pursue the essence of the void, you cannot follow the paths planned for you by those void creatures. Those paths themselves have evil desires from other creatures. You must first completely integrate yourself into the pure void.
In...like the path I walk, one with death.”
"I am death..."
The Dark Bishop looked at Tyrion in front of him blankly, and he whispered:
"Why are you telling me this?"
"It's simple. I need you to do something for me."
The high lord rubbed the black ring on his finger and looked at Benedictus in front of him:
"You need a key to the right path, and I will give you this key... and you must show your sincerity before taking the key. I have no intention of making you kneel to me, but I believe that in a
Under the great and lofty goal, there will always be some poor victims...and the one who is most familiar with cultists is a true cultist like you."
"So, bring me those two disgusting heads of Cho'gall, and I will give you the key you desire..."
"Of course, in order to show that I am not pretending to deceive you, let me tell you a story first...a story about ethereal spirits, a story about...a double realm walker..."