In Ulduar, in the sealed chamber of Yog-Saron, the dark flesh and blood of the ancient god was like a body that had lost its soul, lying in the pool of water covered with green blood, swaying, and dozens of black
The tentacles were trembling abnormally, and occasionally they would nervously tap the liquid next to the soft body, lifting up the highly corrosive liquid filled with the power of the void and falling on the dark earth, sending out bursts of weak rock corrosion.
sound.
Tyrion's slender body stood by the water of Yogg-Saron, the invisible wind blowing his black swordsman robe, and the surrounding dim light enveloped the great lord's body, seeming to completely bury him here.
In the dead darkness.
In front of his eyes, the power from the world of death was cutting into Yogg-Saron's body bit by bit, allowing this soulless fallen body to continue to remain weak, while the essence of death was like bursts of nothingness.
Wherever the wind stops, no matter how distorted life is, it will wither due to the blessing of death, and eventually wither, just like the flowers that have bloomed and failed, like the fallen leaves in autumn, like the leaves that tremble in the cold wind.
branches.
This is a force no weaker than the deep void. Perhaps the void can corrode all things, even the powerful Titan, but unfortunately, it still cannot corrode death...
Tyrion looked at the ceremonial dagger in his hand that was entangled with the dazzling seven-color sky lock. This purple ceremonial dagger that looked very simple on Chaldea's waist had revealed its true ugliness in the gaze of the great lord.
An appearance that truly fits the identity of the fifth ancient god.
It was a strange material covered with strange gray-white bone spurs, like the sharp claws of some ancient beast. In the center of the S-shaped curved bone dagger, there was a tightly closed eyeball. It was self-aware.
, it should have been open originally, but now, it, or the chaotic consciousness inside this ancient evil object, seems to be afraid of that kind of gaze.
Gaze from Tyrion Dawnblade.
"I remember that there was a time when we could be considered friends. I spent more than 20,000 ugly pirate souls to buy some knowledge about the ancient gods from you. We made a pleasant transaction and you sold your
Brother, you exchanged for my friendship, but unfortunately... you don't cherish it."
The high lord swung the light dagger in the air and found that the dagger was not suitable for close combat at all. Its balance was a mess, the bone blade was not sharp, and the meaningless bone spurs seemed to be just for decoration.
It shows some kind of evil symbol, but it has no actual meaning... but hinders the stabbing effect of the dagger.
This makes Tyrion a little disappointed. The high lord is a person who likes to collect weapons, but the dagger with great prominence in front of him is undoubtedly just a ceremonial thing. It is not even a real weapon.
.
"Alas, even as a weapon, you are so disappointing and unqualified..."
At this moment, Tyrion felt the dagger in his hand tremble. He didn't know whether it was fear or anger, but this did not affect the great lord's desire to chat. He flicked his fingers, and the power of death lingered around him.
Suspending the sealed dagger in mid-air, amid the strange mist emitted by the withering of Yogg-Saron's flesh and blood, the great lord continued:
"Of course, I can understand your thoughts at that time. In front of you, the well-informed fifth ancient god who is full of dark glory, at that time, I and my Dark Blade Legion were just a regional force with some potential, even
Not as powerful as some of your past hosts, so you think I am just a dispensable partner, and my friendship is not as valuable as I think..."
"I can understand."
Tyrion was not angry or angry, he seemed to be saying some very ordinary words, but every time he said something, the Blade of the Dark Empire suspended in mid-air trembled, like a prisoner waiting for judgment.
, there are many emotions surging in the chaotic heart, and it may not be possible to distinguish them specifically, but there must be one... called fear.
Xal'atath is a well-informed soul, but precisely because of her extensive knowledge, she realizes more clearly that...she is very likely to be doomed today.
Not only because the great lord she had not seen for a long time showed an absolutely superior power in front of her eyes, but more importantly, she smelled the scent of the world spirit in Tyrion. In other words, in her
Before he knew it, the Death Lord had already gotten along with the weak planet spirit, and his siding with Elune meant that he and the ancients on Xal'atath's side
God, there is no room for buffering anymore.
The ruthless Tyrion will not allow the Old God to continue to exist, even if it is just an ancient ghost that has no body, has been devoured by flesh and blood, and is forced to hide in the shadows for hundreds of thousands of years, homeless, pitiful and helpless.
Yes!
This bastard won't let her go so easily...
When he thought of this, Xal'atath, who was hiding in the Blade of the Dark Empire, felt his dark soul swaying.
As an ancient god born to devour planets, is there any fear?
Of course they do! It's just that this kind of depraved emotion is deeply hidden, and in most cases, it won't show up.
"You...what on earth do you want to do!"
After several minutes, the long silence made Xal'atath feel extremely depressed. Under the indifferent gaze of the great lord, she finally couldn't help it. The center of the Dark Empire Blade, entangled with seven-color chains,
The closed eyeballs suddenly opened at this moment, the eyes with dilated pupils rotated a few times, and then stared at the big lord:
"Tell me! What do you want to do? Either kill me! Or..."
"Bang"
Before Xal'atath finished speaking, the power of death surrounding the Blade of the Dark Empire suddenly tightened, like steel fingers strangling the neck. During the collision of power, the front end of the stubborn dagger blade
One third of them were completely annihilated by the riot of cold power!
Not shattered! Not broken...but annihilated!
It was completely restored from the material form to the purest elemental body in an instant, and the fracture was smooth and natural, as if that sharp edge had never existed!
The Blade of the Dark Empire has never been a simple residence of Xal'atath, nor is it a mysterious symbol. The connection between this dagger and the fifth ancient god is much deeper than it seems on the surface. It can be said that this
The bone dagger is an extension of the consciousness of the fifth ancient god and a part of its fallen soul. Now, the blade annihilation is like a red-hot sword piercing the heart of a life, the kind that directly affects the soul.
The pain caught Xal'atath off guard and let out a deafening scream at this moment.
The power of corruption she possessed was like a sonic boom at this moment, vibrating in all directions. The dark storm mixed with endless whispers rushed towards her face, blowing up the long gray hair of the great lord. However, it was not able to
Injuring the great lord... During the explosion of the power of corruption, a dark red, moonlight-like halo enveloped Tyrion's body, perfectly offsetting the not-so-powerful fifth ancient god.
strength.
"Recognize your current identity!"
Tyrion moved his body backwards, and the blue power of death flowed rapidly behind him. In the blink of an eye, an ice-like throne appeared behind him. The great lord leaned on the throne, placing his hands on
On the armrest, he looked very relaxed at the broken blade fixed in the dark air in front of him. He flicked his fingers and said softly:
"You can think of it as a "friendly" reminder, or a warning "engraved into your bones."
"Now, come out of your warm nest, little Xal'atath."
The cold voice of the Great Lord echoed in the darkness. It was not strong, or even a request, but the Fifth Ancient God, who huddled up in pain in the broken blade of the Dark Empire, knew very well that this was an order.
.If she doesn't comply, the next "warning" may directly annihilate her existence.
The blow just now was like a signal, telling her the current power of the great lord in an extremely obscure way. As one of the ancient gods born in ancient times, she was the most powerful among the Void Lords in the Void Realm.
The power of the void possessed by the powerful minions is also pure high-level power, but this power is of no use when facing the great lord.
In other words, the power of death possessed by the man in front of her is enough to rival those of her "masters", who are the Lords of the Void wandering in the void world... and extreme creatures with arcane power - Titans, a
level of mythical creatures.
Tyrion has touched the edge of that life level. He may not be the opponent of the Void Lords, but he is definitely beyond the level that the ancient gods can deal with, unless...unless Y'Shaarj from the ancient times reappears
, or the existing powers of the four ancient gods are integrated into one.
"Buzz"
With the rapid atomization of Yogg-Saron's severed bodies, the flesh and blood essence was quickly transformed into something more pleasing to the eye.
In the shining of the dark purple void power, a beating light flows out from the eyeball of the Blade of the Dark Empire, like a trace of charming smoke that looks extremely thick in the dark, and like a thick fog, in
In the mist, accompanied by the distortion of Yogg-Saron's flesh and blood essence, a slender figure quickly appeared.
She was naked and walked out of the dark purple mist with elegant steps.
This is not a projection of energy, but a real body shaped by Xalatath using the flesh and blood of his companions, just like a mortal body.
Her body is slender and perfect, especially her slender waist. Her upper body is not plump, but with this perfect body, she has a charm that can dazzle all men, especially those slender pairs that touch the heart.
Her long legs, between steps, are like a paradise slowly opening.
She has long purple hair that hangs very lightly on her bare shoulders. The long hair is very unique. It is not simply purple, but has a luster soaked by the void, which represents the power of the void in the world.
Manifested, as she walked, the ends of her long purple hair shone like stars, as if reflecting the entire world.
And on her white chest, there is a strange pendant hanging, which looks like the image of an octopus. But if you look closely, you will see that it is actually the body of an ancient god that is very similar to the bodies of Yogg-Saron and C'Thun.
's appearance.
Under the calm gaze of Tyrion, who was sitting in front of the throne, Xal'atath, who appeared in human form for the first time, stood in the purple mist. This somewhat clever fifth ancient god simulated the high elf.
She probably felt that appearing in front of Tyrion in such an image would add a different possibility to her currently uncertain fate.
The ancient gods have no gender, but Xal'atath has existed in the form of a female soul for the past tens of thousands of years. She does not have the same sense of shame as a mortal. When she saw Tyrion floating around her body
When Xal'atas looked at him, he deliberately put his hands on his hips, assuming a seductive posture, so that the great lord could see more clearly.
However, in Tyrion's eyes, from beginning to end, there was no light representing "lust".
It was as if he was looking at a piece of art.
"Um..."
The great lord turned sideways, supported his chin with his left hand, and said:
"Perhaps you are not useless. In you, I see another possibility of life..."
"I know that when the ancient chaos first emerged, you and your brothers came to this world to capture it for your master. Unfortunately, your luck was not very good... You were separated by the weak four-headed ancient gods.
After eating all the food, you were dead from the beginning, leaving only a weak soul. That may have been a disaster, but now, you should feel lucky for it."
"I will not allow a true ancient god to exist in Azeroth, but you...maybe you deserve to be spared by me..."
Tyrion looked at Xalatath's purple eyes that seemed to be able to speak. He coughed lightly, nodded towards the purple-haired beauty with no hair in front of him, and said in a matter-of-fact tone:
"Then, kneel down."
A trace of resentment appeared on Xal'atath's face. She knew what Tyrion's request represented. The arrogant elf in front of her was asking her to give her loyalty. However, this was not a great, powerful one who shouldered the void.
The mission of the ancient gods should be done. Before her, in the journey of the void corroding several universes, in the wars in which countless stars fell, no ancient god had ever succumbed to other forces.
She... doesn't want to be the first traitor!
That is not only embarrassing, but also... very dangerous! There is no room for traitors in the void.
"I can't do this!"
Xalatas used a seductive voice and assumed a pitiful posture. She shook her perfect body that was so dazzling that it was difficult to think about, and she begged:
"If I betray the Void... my fate will not be easier than death. I can't do this! Please, I can do things for you, but I can't... I can't..."
The sobs of the beautiful woman in front of him made the great lord sigh. The tender Tyrion seemed to be moved. He straightened up and stretched out his fingers towards Xal'atath. The fifth ancient god did not dodge, letting the cold fingers touch him gently.
Touching her cheek, the great lord caressed that face. He pulled Xalatath's body close to him. In a very ambiguous gesture, he was like a lover, stroking the hot ears of Miss Fifth Ancient God.
Bian whispered:
"My dear Xal'atath..."
"If you die...or if you don't die, what will be your fate..."
"Does it have anything to do with me?"
This question caused the naked body of Miss Xalatas, who was caressing the great lord's chest like the most gentle lover, to suddenly stop in place. At this moment, all the emotions on her beautiful face disappeared and were replaced by
With a cold attitude, she pushed the big lord's chest with a look of disgust, letting herself stand in front of Tyrion again.
She snorted:
"This is the man...ha"
The next moment, the young lady knelt down in front of the great lord very decisively. She lowered her head, like the most loyal guard. Seeing this action, a satisfied smile flashed across Tyrion's cold face.
, he stretched out his hand and stroked Xal'atath's long purple hair, as if stroking his own pet.
"So good..."
"Bang"
The power of death touched the body of the fifth ancient god. Behind her, the Blade of the Dark Empire that originally existed as a body... suddenly collapsed!
It seems to represent...the farewell to the past and the determination to move towards a new life.
