The High Lord walks in the thick blue mist of death.
Behind him, the terrifying agitation of the Holy Light when Zela was dying caused the entire Zenidar spacecraft to sway endlessly. The origin of the Holy Light seemed to be weeping for the death of the Mother of Holy Light. The golden light and shadow continued Swaying in the spaceship hall, it seems to be outlining a funeral belonging to the Holy Light, as if it is bidding farewell to the death of a creature born in the Holy Light.
Between the floating light and shadow, there was a thunderous sound of golden lightning, as if scolding the murderer of this murder.
But that had nothing to do with Tyrion. The high lord accepted the rebuke very calmly. After all, he had just murdered the Holy Light, although it was not easy to win.
Zela's control over the Holy Light is even stronger than his control over death in terms of power. He used the power of two death realms to defeat Zela's crystal body. If it weren't for Zela's control of the Holy Light, The Legion was sent into Azeroth from the distant Netherlight Temple. It spent a lot of power and is still weak. The battle for the High Lord may be more difficult.
But even so, the direct collision between the two bosses still directly destroyed one-third of the Zenidar starship as a battlefield, but this spaceship is a real starship after all, and it is not that easy. Collapsed from the inside, even though many important systems had shut down, the spacecraft was still suspended firmly in the sky. Although the outer shell had begun to disintegrate due to the conflict between extreme heat and cold, its engines were still working hard. There were no signs of falling.
"Where is that thing?"
Tyrion was walking in the cabin inside the Zenidar spacecraft. He had a very clear purpose. There was one thing in this starship that he needed very much.
"I remember, it should be in the power room on the lower deck of the spacecraft, if I remember correctly."
The great lord rubbed his forehead, trying hard to recall those memories that had long since become blurry. He walked down the crystal-embellished spiral staircase. Wherever he went, the blue mist of death continued to escape, turning the spaceship The visibility inside became extremely low. Under Tyrion's control, the cold mist with the power of withering and withering clung to the various passages in Zenidal, like the eyes and ears of the great lord. The internal structure of the entire spacecraft was quickly outlined for him.
"Ah, found it!"
A glimmer of satisfaction flashed in Tyrion's eyes. He followed a downward spiraling road with familiarity and came to the power room of the Zenidar spacecraft. It was filled with complex equipment that Tyrion could not recognize, and Azeroth. The gears of Si Engineering operate differently. Most of the equipment here are like facilities on the magic side. Between the shining runes of holy light and the sparks of surging energy, the weird gem crystals dotted with lights shine from time to time. Provides power for the spacecraft to remain in the air.
"Bang"
The great lord's left hand searched for the wall of the power room. After sensing a device that gathered huge energy, his fingers easily dug into the steel wall, which was enough to withstand the energy storms and meteorite impacts in the stars. The meteorite steel was like soft mud in the hands of the great lord, being torn off the deck easily and then thrown aside casually.
In that steel cabin, the great lord saw the main gun of the Zenidar battleship, the energy gathering crystal of the Holy Light Judger, and the internal circuit of the Holy Light Magic Pattern. These complex things were like some kind of weird
Just like the artwork, it dazzled the big lord, but he had a more convenient way to deal with it.
Tyrion's fingers moved around this cabin, and the cracks in the dead world opened here, like dark sharp teeth appearing in the air. Between the bites and closing, the main gun core crystal was stored in front of the great lord.
The steel cabin was completely torn off the Zenidal's spaceship and sent into the realm of death.
The power of this thing has been undoubtedly revealed just now. The destructive power of the starship's main gun has surpassed all weapons currently existing in Azeroth. The Holy Light Judger is a very useful imitation, and it will become the next weapon of the Dark Blade Legion.
A blueprint for research on a new generation of energy weapons.
But the moment Tyrion dug through the entire lower deck of Zenidar with a very violent gesture and forcibly removed the main body of the ship's main gun, the Holy Light Judger, from the ship's firepower system, a satisfied book
The great lord suddenly felt a strange void fluctuation. The clear and weak void energy was escaping from somewhere in the spacecraft to the entire spacecraft hull.
Moreover, it is rapidly absorbing all the energy around it, just like a newly born black hole.
This strange phenomenon made Tyrion's expression change. He glanced at the spaceship engine behind him that was about to shut down due to violent dismantling, and then reached out to open the rift in the death world. He stepped into it, and when he reappeared, he had returned to the Holy Land.
In the bridge hall of the light battleship Zenidal.
Those shining golden lights and shadows just now have long since disappeared, replaced by a dark force field that swallows all light. In this dim hall, where the remains of Zera's Holy Light Body, a new born
The God of the Void, an entropy demon transformed after the death of the Naaru, was slowly stretching his body composed entirely of dim starlight.
Tyrion knew that in the Nagrand grassland of Draenor and in the orc holy mountain Oshugu, there was also an entropy demon that the Naaru transformed into after his death. It was called K'urei. It was created more than 200 years ago.
When the Draenei's spaceship Guinidal crashed, in order to protect the Draenei, they used up the power of the Holy Light and transformed into a void creature after death.
The high lord has seen the void form of K'urei with his own eyes. Among the orcs' priests for more than 200 years, and with the continuous self-sacrifice supply of the souls of the orc ancestors, the void form of the entropy demon K'urei has been controlled and will not
Vent his void power and endless hunger and will to the entire Nagrand grassland. However, in front of Tyrion's eyes, the entropy demon transformed by the death of Zera, the mother of holy light, is just bigger than Entropy.
Moke Ule made a full three laps.
However, compared with the chaotic creatures like K'urei who can no longer reorganize their own form, the new entropy demon in front of them still maintains the form of Naaru. In the surge of dark light, it can still be vaguely seen.
The body is very similar to the crystal body of the Mother of Holy Light, except that the body that was originally filled with holy light is now filled with the power of the void that whispers crazily.
That dark purple, chaotic halo, with undisguised malice, is constantly surging its hunger, thirst and madness in all directions. Any energy on any instrument that comes into contact with this dark halo will be absorbed.
Empty.
"Zera"
The great lord was suspended in mid-air, looking at the new entropy demon in front of him. He looked at the unique figure and body of this entropy demon with some confusion. He shook his head:
"Should I call you Mother of the Void now? You Naaru have two absolutely opposing powers and forms, the Holy Light and the Void. Sometimes I wonder if you guys are planted by the Void in the Holy Light camp.
undercover"
"Bang"
The cold power of death shrouded the great lord's body, preventing the tentacles of light and shadow from the void from touching him. He stretched out his fingers and lightly snapped his fingers. After a moment, a sweet voice sounded behind the great lord,
There is also a warm hug from Miss Xalatas.
"Ah, great lord, you finally remembered me. Why, do you want me to sleep with you this time?"
Wearing a black uniform and showing off her good figure to the fullest, the young lady hugged Tyrion from behind ambiguously. She pressed her breasts against the big lord's back. That weird touch... eh, this young lady, again
He went into battle in a vacuum, and he was really bold and bold.
"I'm happy to serve you."
Sartarans was almost lying behind the big lord. She whispered in Tyrion's ear ambiguously, but the big lord was unmoved. He pointed at the entropy demon in front of him that was rapidly devouring the energy of the entire spaceship.
Zera, he said to Xal'atath:
"You can handle this, right?"
Lying behind the high lord, wrapping his tight legs around Tyrion's waist, Xal'atath, who was like a sloth bear, put his head on the high lord's shoulder. When he saw the entropy lingering with the pure power of the void,
When Demon Zela came, Xalatath's eyes flashed with a glint, and the black hair on her head suddenly pointed in the direction of Entropy Demon Zela.
It's like, um, a probe of the power of the void.
"Of course! I can handle this creature."
Xalatath kissed Tyrion affectionately on the cheek, then jumped down and straightened her scattered clothes. At this moment, she seemed to have become a capable void officer again. She said to the high lord
:
"Creatures like the Entropy Demon lack reason and can only instinctively devour energy in an attempt to re-convert light and darkness. But to make an Entropy Demon return to the Naaru form, the amount of energy required is truly astronomical. What we have in front of us is
With the size of the Entropy Demon, I estimate that she may need to swallow most of the world's energy to make her a Naaru again. This is a very dangerous existence, and it is best to let me handle it."
As she spoke, the young lady couldn't help but rub her hands, as if she had seen some kind of delicious food, and said to the big lord:
"It just so happens that the void infusion ritual you asked me to perform has reached a critical moment. Your compatriots are not as powerful as you. They cannot directly accept the void power from me, but the void power of the entropy demon in front of me is very pure.
, maybe they can adapt to using the cold void to fill the thirst for magic in their bones. Haha, I have a hunch that Rondorei void elves will be born soon!"
"Very good, I'll leave it to you then."
The great lord shook his hand, and a large crack leading to the world of death opened behind him. Miss Xalatas did not cause any more messy things. She quickly used her void authority to pull the entropy demon Zera.
Little by little, she entered the realm of death. After transforming into an entropy demon, Zera lost the ability to think independently. She was like a beast that instinctively swallowed energy. When faced with the ancient god who had higher authority in the void than her,
When the time comes, she will instinctively choose to obey.
"Honey, I'm leaving!"
At the moment when the rift in the Death World closed, Xalatath blew a kiss to Tyrion passionately, while the High Lord closed the door to the Death World expressionlessly. At the moment when the Entropy Demon Zera disappeared,
The engine of the Zenidar spacecraft, which had long been drained of energy, quickly stopped. The spacecraft, which still maintained its original shape on the outside but had been completely destroyed inside, was like a dome falling from the sky, whizzing and smashing towards the ship.
The boreal tundra below 4,500 meters.
If it were allowed to fall like this, the draenei city would be doomed.
"Shua"
The figure of the great lord appeared next to the rapidly falling Zenidar spacecraft. He glanced at the Draenei city below. He shook his head, then swung his foot and kicked the surface of the Zenidar spacecraft.
With the great power of the Great Lord, the heavy and huge spacecraft swirled in the air, changed its fall trajectory, and fell towards the frozen sea in the southern part of the Borean Tundra.
The Great Lord looked at the trajectory of the spacecraft's fall. A few seconds later, his voice rang in the ears of Dai Lin, who was directing the artillery fire of the Dead Sea Fleet:
"Well, Your Excellency, Admiral, let your fleet take shelter for a while. A spaceship has fallen in the direction of your fleet."
"Um?"
After a moment, Dai Lin's response had a hint of anger:
"Honestly, Lord, did you do it on purpose?"
A smile flashed across the face of the great lord, and he said seriously:
"I swear, I didn't mean to do it. Half of the combat goal has been achieved. You can retreat."
"I'll take care of the rest."
"ah!"
Turalyon half-knelt on the ground in pain. He supported his body with the Holy Light Sword and tried hard to prevent himself from falling. The echoes of the death of Zera, the Mother of Holy Light, echoed in the heads of these warriors of the Holy Light Legion.
, like sharp thorns, piercing their souls crazily.
Turalyon's condition was pretty good. Beside him, the light-forged hoof girl Faria was unconscious due to the shock of her soul, and the swordmaster Telamon was so weak that he couldn't even lift his own sword.
They charged forward, beating the demons and scurrying away. At this moment, they were so weak that they needed the cover of the draenei defenders to retreat from the battlefield with difficulty.
The warriors of the Holy Light Legion have all been strengthened by the Light Casting Ceremony. Their Light Casting Ceremony is presided over by Zela, which is equivalent to drawing a larger Holy Light from Zela. Now, as the source of spirit and power, Zela
After death, these brave warriors were swept away by the pain and lost their fighting ability.
"My brother! Turalyon, hold on!"
When Turalyon was unconscious, a familiar voice rang in his ears. Old Fordring, carrying a legendary shield and sword, came to Sha'tar City to support him and carried his old brother on his shoulders.
, fought and retreated under the cover of the Crusaders, and finally sent Turayan back to the defensive belt of the battle line, where the pale-faced, but barely able Chaldean Bishop was fighting for other warriors of the Legion of Light.
They treat.
"They, what happened to them?"
Old Fording looked at Chaldea, and the great knight asked:
"Why are you okay?"
"Because I believe in the Holy Light, not Zera himself, but they are different."
Chaldea replied angrily. While checking Turalyon's situation, he said to the worried old Fording:
"Anyway, don't worry, Lord Knight, the warriors of the Holy Light Legion have just lost some unimportant shackles. Wait until they wake up."
