Chapter 4854 Blood Lake

Holding the regular light tightly in his hand, Locke has basically thought of a way to unlock this regular light group.

Everything will have to wait until he returns to the wizarding world.

It was also after obtaining this regular light group that Locke felt that it was time for him to leave the Pantheon.

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Until he reached the foot of the Mountain of the Gods, Locke did not look back and do anything to this majestic mountain range, nor did he touch the ancient statues with a long history.

Then Locke looked to the west. After such a long time, the King of Steel should also have arranged methods to target Locke.

From the foot of the Mountain of the Gods, Locke flew westward.

The traces of war that filled the ruins no longer stopped Locke, a ninth-level creature, in his tracks.

In fact, there may be treasures from prehistoric civilizations scattered on the battlefields scattered throughout the ruins.

It's just that the grade of these treasures is difficult for Locke to appreciate.

If a fourth or fifth level creature entered the ruins at this time, it would be extremely excited.

But in Locke's view, the so-called treasures in the eyes of fourth- and fifth-level creatures are just some good-quality garbage in his eyes.

He has harvested the best things in this ruins of Azeroth's civilization, and now it's time to leave.

In the far west of the ruins space, as Locke continued to advance further west, the land and sky of the entire ruins gradually turned towards gray and black.

This is an extremely obvious force of destruction. After millions of years of time erosion, these forces of destruction are still very active.

And the further west you go, the more corpses of those black-armored monsters become.

At the same time as the corpses of these black-armored monsters appeared, there were also a large number of orc corpses and the corpses of the minority races of Azeroth's civilization.

Locke, who has already experienced the Pantheon, naturally knows that these orcs and the minority races of Azeroth are all traitors who have taken refuge in the black-armored monster army.

Their carcasses are now deposited here, and due to millions of years of erosion, the carcass fragments break into pieces upon contact.

There are obviously more traces of war here than in the central and eastern parts of the ruins.

If this Azeroth ruins are composed of three fragments, then this subspace fragment in the far west is undoubtedly a main battlefield area in the civilized war that year.

In addition to a large number of black-armored monster corpses and orc remains, there are also various corpses of creatures from the plane of Azeroth.

The dilapidated power full of decay makes the corpses of these organisms generally look much more disgusting.

And these destructive forces, after millions of years, are also very corrosive to medium and low-level creatures.

Locke guessed that either these black-armored monster legions themselves are extremely good at the power of destruction, just like the light gods who master the power of light.

Either that or there was a master who mastered the broken rules on this battlefield and was at least late level eight.

It's a pity that too much time has passed, and the power of rules here is not as obvious as the Pantheon. Therefore, even if Locke is a ninth-level creature, it is difficult to find the so-called truth across time and space.

After traveling through countless battlefields, Locke arrived at the center of this far west land.

This was obviously one of the main battlefields of that battle. There were hundreds of huge craters around it, marking that at least two hundred creatures of level four or above on both sides had perished here.

Although the Dominator-level crater has not yet been seen, as the power of destruction around it becomes more and more obvious, Locke knows that there must be a corresponding Dominator battlefield here, and even a Dominator has fallen here.

While flying towards the center of the battlefield, Locke, who was flying at a low altitude, couldn't help but smile.

He actually found a familiar source of power in the core of this ruined battlefield - the power of destruction.

It seems that the power of destruction is not exclusive to Locke. There were also creatures on the battlefield of Azeroth's civilization that possessed related powers.

It's just that compared to Bilok, the Demon God of Destruction, the remaining destructive power on this battlefield is not worthy of praise.

When Locke finally came to the center of the battlefield, he finally met his old rival, the King of Steel.

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This is a huge circular valley with an obviously downward depression.

What is quite surprising is that what exists at the bottom of the valley is no longer the pitch black soil, but a special blood-like slurry.

The billowing blood-red slurry kept sweeping and rolling, making this valley even more ominous.

The King of Steel, who was in the middle of the eighth level, was currently in the center of the plasma lake.

The originally dark iron element body was now filled with a strange crimson color.

The entire body was covered by the special crimson ooze, making the King of Steel's aura become much more eerie.

"Humph, will absorbing the power of an eighth-level master who has been dead for who knows how many years give you the confidence to face me?"

"And this kind of power..." Locke shook his head and continued, "It will only make you more confused about the power of rules you have, unless you can find the power to neutralize it."

When Locke expressed his disdain for the King of Steel as a ninth-level master, the King of Steel's red body and bloody eyes were filled with incomparable hatred for Locke.

It is obvious that this more extreme special negative force has begun to affect the King of Steel's sanity.

No, it should be said that the King of Steel was trying to absorb and accommodate this fallen man as much as possible.

The power of the Fallen Lord remains, so he chooses to integrate with these special negative powers wholeheartedly.

This is a more extreme and evil force. To put it bluntly, if the prehistoric eighth-level master did not master the power of emotional rules like Locke to control himself, then it must be a violent and evil master who is keen on killing. .

In fact, in the history of Azeroth's civilization, the reputation left by this eighth-level master is indeed not very good.

"The orcs turned into a lake of blood after the death of the strongest Orgrim. In this ruins of Azeroth civilization, I can only find its power in an attempt to fight you." In the center of the blood lake, the King of Steel He said in a gloomy tone.

"It turns out to be him." Locke said clearly.

Locke, who had already learned about that period of history in the Pantheon, was no stranger to the name Orgrim.

This guy was indeed the strongest man born among the billions of orcs in Azeroth's civilization back then. He was also the first to provoke civil war.

The power level at the late eighth level is nothing. What is really eye-catching is that after this guy chose to degenerate and accepted the power of the alien rules, his strength was a bit stronger than before.

There were three masters of Azeroth civilization before and after, who fell in the hands of this orc master, including even an eighth-level master.

With a muffled groan from the King of Steel, a strange bloody blade slowly rose from the bottom of the blood lake.

Judging from the level of power it spreads, this bloody blade actually reached the level of a high-level world-class secret treasure.