Chapter Five Hundred and Fifty Six: Heaven and Earth Split Four
What is depravity?
Is it the helplessness of me being sober when everyone else is drunk?
Loken shook his head. Although he was the guardian of wisdom, he did not think that his intelligence was much greater than that of other guardians.
In fact, it is just a discovery of conscience. At critical moments, some people are willing to stand up and face difficulties head on.
Most people remain on the sidelines, which is called rationality.
If you dare to stand up and face the truth, this is depravity, because you are different from others.
The so-called fall, another way of saying it is courage.
Yogg-Saron left the cage, and Loken knew very well that he needed to face the accusations and difficulties from the other guardians.
Mistakes need to be borne by someone.
N'Zoth's body, larger than the moon, collided with Aman'Thul's hand for the first time.
The cunning N'Zoth has already made a plan. He is willing to give up part of his body and let Aman'Thul destroy it. He will let countless tentacles cling to Aman'Thul and stay on his body.
It's a pity that N'zoth miscalculated. As soon as he made contact, N'zoth's body continued to shrink.
"What's going on? What happened?"
N'Zoth was so frightened that he finally understood the horror of Aman'Thul's power over time.
Time was ruthlessly erased, and N'Zoth's body was fed by the magic power of the Well of Eternity, becoming extremely huge. This period of time was lost, and he returned to a helpless and weak state in the Titan's seal.
Then with just one palm, N'Zoth's weakened body was torn apart and thousands of tentacles were broken. At the last moment, he used his special ability and took the initiative to shed some of his tentacles.
The God of Thousand Tentacles is famous for his tenacious vitality. As long as one tentacle is still alive, he will not die.
N'Zoth fell into the sea like a meteor. Most of its tentacles had been destroyed by the power of the Titans. The remaining tentacles swam quickly in the sea, trying to gather together. N'Zoth was unwilling to fail like this.
"What a helpless gap. The power of the Supreme Father, Aman'Thul, is simply too great."
Black Dragon King Neltharion did not dare to look directly at the sky, but he could feel the terrifying power.
N'Zoth failed so quickly that I thought he could delay it for a while.
There was a brief gap at this time, Neltharion's heart was bleeding, and he had to make a decision.
Aman'Thul is gathering strength, and it seems that no one can stand up to him.
"I am the guardian of the earth. I am one of the guardian dragons. My duty is to protect this world."
Neltharion looked back at his own clan, the vast mass of black dragons, his bloodline, and his clansmen.
"I need your strength."
"No, it's Azeroth that needs our power." One of Neltharion's spouses said seriously.
The black dragons gathered here now account for the vast majority of the Black Dragon Clan, with only a small number remaining on the newly developed planet. The Black Dragon Clan already has hope and a future, and Neltharion feels very pleased.
"Come on, my people, my people, let us contribute the last of our flesh and blood to Azeroth, the secret technique of the Black Dragon Clan, the symbiosis of flesh and blood."
All the black dragons present contributed their own flesh and blood. Most of them could not bear the heavy price and died directly. A few of the more powerful ones also fell into extreme weakness.
Flesh and blood gathered in the direction of Neltharion, most of whom were his people, his descendants, who shared the same bloodline. Neltharion's body expanded rapidly, and the flesh, blood and magic power of the Black Dragon clan converged on him.
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"Going crazy, really going crazy." The Red Dragon Queen looked at Neltharion's terrifying and ferocious body in surprise.
"It's a boring move, why is it necessary?" Bronze Dragon King Nozdormu squinted his eyes, seemingly indifferent to the world. When Aman'Thul approached Azeroth, Nozdormu had lost his ability to control time.
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He knew in his heart that time had a fork in the road at this moment, and one was the final moment of despair.
The other is a tiny hope, just like the birth of life, which is a tiny miracle.
Neltharion flapped his huge wings and slowly flew into the air. Supported by the flesh and blood essence of many black dragons, his strength was temporarily improved and he could now look directly at a god.
"From today on, my name is Deathwing, and I will look directly into the cold and merciless death."
"Neltharion, how dare you betray me?"
Aman'Thul was so angry that he gritted his teeth. The five dragon clans were originally the guardians arranged by the Titans. They were the Titans' eyes and minions in Azeroth. They could also be said to be eagle dogs.
Being betrayed by his own dog aroused the pain in Aman'Thul's heart, and the scar left by Sargeras has not yet healed.
"It turns out that you have already fallen into darkness." Aman'Thul's knowledge was certainly extraordinary. He recognized that this ability of flesh and blood symbiosis actually originated from the flesh and blood curse of the ancient gods.
"Go to hell, you damn traitor."
Deathwing flapped its wings and rushed upwards. In front of the extremely terrifying and huge Supreme Father, he felt like he was really a tiny moth.
Another silent collision.
Deathwing's body was torn apart, and the black dragon's flesh and blood spilled onto the ground, causing a rain of blood to fill the sky.
"Haha, I see it, I feel it. Supreme Father Aman'Thul, you also have limits. The gap between us is not so insurmountable."
Deathwing was already prepared to fail. If he could withstand the blow without dying, he knew how to escape with his life. He was the guardian of the earth and was very familiar with this land.
The earth elemental plane, the Deep Rock Continent, was the escape place he prepared for himself.
Aman'Thul was very angry at Neltharion's betrayal and planned to take his life directly.
Neltharion suddenly disappeared, and Aman'Thul knew that the cunning black dragon was hiding, but it didn't matter. As long as Azeroth was destroyed, no one could escape the final judgment.
In the dark earth elemental plane, Deathwing's broken body fell everywhere, his head fell into the cold basin, and fire was still tenaciously spitting out of his mouth.
A bloated and huge shadow came over. The master of the earth elemental plane, Stone Mother Therasain, always had a silly smile on her face, looking down at the broken black dragon head:
"Oh, Neltharion, I thought you would be the first to escape. I didn't expect you to be cunning and wise, but you can also be stupid sometimes. Look at your pitiful appearance."
Deathwing said with difficulty: "In this world, we need people to be stupid."
"Yes, if they are all smart people, how cruel it would be. It seems that I am going to be stupid for once. I am really stupid to offend a Titan for you."
Stonemother Therazane picked up Deathwing's head, put it on her shoulders casually, and ran quickly on the ground, bumping violently. She needed to collect the black dragon's broken body and piece it together.
"I said, can you be gentle? I am a seriously injured person."
"Why do you have to be gentle?" Therasain asked in confusion, forcing an ugly smile:
"Neltharion, you should sum up your experience. You looked directly at a Titan, and you will suffer the consequences next. The power of the Titan will make you fall and break you apart for at least ten thousand years, but it is also a rare moment.
Chance."
"Of course, I already understand the future of the Black Dragon Clan." (To be continued)