I don't know whether it was a coincidence or God's will, but after Anivia dedicated her last drop of blood to this snowy field, swarms of meteors streaked across the sky.
The entire universe was violently turbulent, and more than a dozen stars that symbolized heaven, humans, and great stars fell at the same time at this moment, losing all their vitality in an instant!
After the War Star was extinguished, this was the first time that Targon suffered such heavy damage!
The celestial bodies in the starry sky are more or less sensitive. On the snowy field, the star spirit who had just experienced a battle was suddenly startled, and then tears rolled down involuntarily.
Fiddlesticks laughed wildly as he watched the meteors passing by in the sky. He applauded and encouraged the dark descendants for their feats, and also admired the wisdom of Kapeneros in changing the sky and relying on the power of the protoss to revive.
"This is how the world should be, isn't it?"
Fiddlesticks was immersed in it: "Passion, collision, conspiracy, miracles and an ever-unfathomable fate!"
I don’t know how many people’s eyes the meteor’s tail flame caught, and how many disasters it would bring to Mount Targon. Foego, who was far away in the depths of the ocean, was frightened. He still didn’t understand what happened, but he clearly understood
I sensed something ominous.
In the center of the Southern Continent, on the same night, a grand song and dance was being held in the square of Rainbow City. Mortals were unaware of the abnormality in the world, so they chanted Isulde's name feverishly and offered countless sacrifices for her dance.
Beautiful sand flower.
Azir sat on the throne on the high platform, looking through the high city walls into the empty distance.
He tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest, thinking about the meaning of the celestial phenomena.
After a long time, he looked away. On the stage in the square, Isulde had a sweet smile, and his movements were so graceful and charming, so he slowly smiled too, gaining a little more courage to face difficulties out of thin air.
The emerging country of Paris has been plagued by the undead recently. Rumors that were unfavorable to the new king were once spread among the people, but they were quickly suppressed by a group of flesh and blood wizards in red robes. But on the night when the stars fell, their great monarch
Mordekaiser is determined to conquer the country completely and quickly.
So, a group of lichs passed through the layers of magical protection and arrived at the solemn palace.
His attitude was tough, so Mordekaiser gave the new king the qualification to surrender to him and become a lich!
Vladimir is also sitting on the throne. The throne is made of a blood-colored translucent crystal stone and comes from a large family.
He was alone, sitting in a wild and stern manner, with a slight smile on his lips: "So, you want to challenge the king's majesty?"
…
The initiator of all this picked up his own trophies early, hung the heads of those high-ranking gods on his weapons, and left.
Although they killed so many celestial beings, they did not leave any thought of bearing the wrath of Mount Targon. Even the most arrogant Kayn Siddha had no desire to try.
Atreus had nowhere to go, and his heavy body was in urgent need of treatment. He held his helmet in his arms, feeling a little dazed for a moment.
After a moment, he spread his dragon wings on his back and decided to go to a place that Fiddlesticks had told him.
Anyway, he has already fallen, his hands are stained with divine blood, what difference does it make to who he takes refuge in?
The sword demon went to the north, and he had a premonition that there might be interesting things there.
Varus and Kayn set out together to return to Ionia. The two of them were not as bloodthirsty as Aatrox.
This group of darklings had made such a big name, and then left without a trace. Considering this alone, they were quite appetizing to Atreus.
Atreus ran through the night and arrived at the place provided by Fiddlesticks when the sky was dim.
This is a ruins hidden under the sand. It is not large in area, but it was built by Fiddlesticks into a secret safe house, which is enough to protect him from the protoss in the southern continent.
He clumsily followed the steps to open the spatial passage of the ruins. When the closed magic circle closed again, he finally let out a breath and slumped down on the ground weakly.
Human will is very strong, but it has its limits after all.
And his body is still a human body. After such a battle, it is no small miracle that he can persist here.
Blood seeped out from everywhere on his body.
Atreus managed to hold himself up, found the supplies that Fiddlesticks had stored here in the room, and began to treat his injuries.
"This is a rare visitor!"
Fiddlesticks walked out from the shadows deep in the ruins, with a rough and hoarse voice that reminded Atreus of dry old tree bark.
He was not surprised by Fiddlesticks' arrival, and of course... he was not happy either.
Fiddlesticks had no burden of being a bad guest. Although he immediately rushed here after realizing that his safe house had been activated, strictly speaking, he was the owner, so it was harmless.
"How does it feel to hunt protoss? Maybe you are in the mood to tell me, an old man, in detail what happened. Did the protoss cry for mercy when they died?"
A warm smile appeared on Atreus's face, and he said lightly: "I cried, but I didn't beg for mercy."
"ha!"
Fiddlesticks laughed as expected: "The protoss are actually like the stones in the pit, smelly and hard.
But stones can also be destroyed, even if their bodies are floating outside the world and are so huge..."
He looked greedily at the spear beside Atreus. The Darkin's power was indeed coveted, but it also had its own limitations. In his opinion, it was not worth paying the price for it.
But if this kind of weapon can be mass-produced, he will definitely rush to the forefront without hesitation.
"So this spear gives you enough power, right?"
Atreus was silent for a moment before continuing: "Maybe... it's not enough."
Fiddlesticks laughed mockingly after hearing this: "Human beings are always greedy for things they can't get, but you are lucky, the devil is always able to satisfy all kinds of human desires.
Demons are just like this, aren't they? Whether it's human dramas, novels or common sayings passed down by word of mouth, demons are evil but omnipotent.
If you want to continue to become stronger, you should strengthen your body. The energy of this shield and weapon alone can no longer protect you completely.
You must have a deep understanding after this battle, then..."
With undisguised eagerness and excitement, he took out a small round glass bottle from under his robe, which contained a viscous black liquid substance.
"Maybe this is what you need."
"What's this?"
Feeling the deep malice coming from the bottle, Atreus almost subconsciously held the spear.
"a chance."
Fiddlesticks said softly in an unprecedented soft and bewitching voice: "Dear Atreus, an opportunity to transform into a 'devil'."