Chapter 1149 47. Ceremony. Integrating Into the Sea of Death Stars
Among the eternally silent stars, the great lord Tyrion in his death form is fighting against the fallen titan Aggramar on the battlefield of the annihilated star.
Every time the taeshalach sword technique he imitated collided with Aggramar's genuine titan sword technique, the aftermath of its power would be exerted on the surrounding stars and the boundless space. The aftermath of power will be easily torn apart, and those planets will be chopped down like knives and axes, leaving the entire surface of the planet covered with trauma caused by power.
This battle has been fought so far, and the two sides have long been unable to hold hands. Aggramar marveled at the tenacity of the dead mortal before him, but the high lord was struggling to support it.
Every second, every second, he could feel the weakness of the power from the dead world of Azeroth. The world reshaped by him was moaning, it could no longer supply more energy to the High Lord.
The death energy that that world and that plane can provide is not unlimited. If the extraction continues, the rules of the death world established by him will be shaken first before Aggramar is defeated.
Moreover, the gap between the two sides does not lie in the power itself. Tyrion has already touched the essence of power. In the rank system of the six basic powers, both he and Aggramar were conceived by relying on the rules of a complete world. There may be differences in the life stages of the two parties, but it is not enough to reach the level of crushing.
The real problem is as Aggramar said.
He is not pure enough.
Even if he is immersed in death, there is still a slight difference between the great lord and the real death, just like the mixture of ice and water at 0°, they are two different existences that blend together but are different.
This is not to say that the great lord does not want to become pure, he has already walked on this road of death, and he has already been unable to turn back.
But he can't...
He couldn't find a way to become more pure, just like a continuously running data process, encountered a vicious bug caused by a missing module, no matter how many times the process self-checked, it couldn't cross the gap in front of it, because . ..
That's not his problem at all.
Although the dead world of Azeroth has been unified at the level of rules and attribution, it is very likely that it still has not achieved true "completeness".
"it's over!"
Aggramar seemed to sense the unsustainability of the troublesome mortal in front of him. On his body covered with pale scars, the fire of annihilation was burning fiercely. The scorching flames tried their best to protect the body of the fallen titan, but Even this flame, which represents pure destruction and doom, still cannot remove the scars of death. The rocks outside the body of this fallen titan crumble, and scorching blood escapes between activities, just like a real bloody warrior Same.
This is probably the hardest and most enjoyable battle that the fallen titans have fought in the past ten thousand years.
He was born as a Titan, the most powerful creature among the stars, and there are not many existences that can be his opponents. Except for the occasional Void Lord who appears on the battlefield of the stars, other enemies can be eliminated with a single sword Dropped...or two swords.
Aggramar is a warrior among the titans. He was always longing for a real contest after falling, and today, he got his wish. Elune, the heroic spirit of Azeroth, his faceless His sister, and the champion who represented Elune, had given him a real surprise.
But... that's all.
As long as there is war, there will be a moment when it ends.
Between the soaring dark red flames in the fallen titan's eyes, the Taeshalach in his hand neighed, and the deadly Taeshalach sword skill swung out again, and this time, it was no longer an enemy-breaker's move, but It is a more vicious blow, representing the final beheading of the annihilation of all things.
"buzz buzz buzz"
The moment Aggramar swung his battle sword, energy vortices like black holes protruded from Tyrion's side, and each black hole contained the purest arcane and fel power of the stars. Like a series of deadly spikes, along with the blade cut by Aggramar, endless off-white spikes spewed out from the dense energy vortex.
In a way without dead ends, this final blow was chopped into the body of the dead life in front of him.
"boom"
The great lord waved his paws, and the roaring death wrath resisted those energy spikes from the body like a black giant snake, and the final collision between the apocalypse in his hand and Taeshalach, under the regretful eyes of the high lord, was in the eyes of the apocalypse. In the final neighing, the weapon that had been with the High Lord for the longest time, like the Ashbringer, was shattered into pieces by the collision of Taeshalach's creation and destruction fires.
"I can only...help you get here..."
The last lingering sound of the apocalypse is no longer the rebelliousness of the past, and the glibness of the past. This is not a good weapon, but it is still a weapon. In such a great battle like the creation of the world, weapons are the most glorious Even if it is an apocalypse, it will not feel disappointed.
It has already been relegated to the fate of weapons...
"puff"
In the dance of the annihilated black fragments of Apocalypse, Tyrion's ferocious left paw slapped the cheek of Aggramar who was stabbing with a sword, tearing apart all the rocky faces of Titan, and the beam of light from the blood moon erupted Slash through Aggramar's skull and send his dark helm flying from his head into the icy stars.
And the flaming greatsword in the hands of the fallen titan also pierced into Tyrion's death-filled body as the top V-shaped flaming blade closed, tearing apart the shelter of death.
The endless power attached to this blade of creation, which carried the will to destroy the last star era, also exploded in that cold flesh and blood.
Destroy Blow!
Annihilation of flesh and blood!
Soul stripping!
Wait, wait, countless destructive spells engraved in Taeshalach erupted at this moment. In the slightly painful expression of the great lord, his flesh and blood body strengthened by the seeds of life and death energy , just like a bomb being detonated, first the flesh and blood, then the bones, and finally the soul are all in this final beheading, just like the scene of the annihilation of a black hole, in the eruption of the destructive sun that reflects the dead silence of the stars, they are completely crushed broken.
The great lord roared, his flesh and bones were still trying to regenerate, but the will of annihilation attached to the blade of Taeshalach firmly suppressed the power of flesh and blood rebirth, causing the great lord's body to peel off layer by layer and shatter into pieces. It was as if a piece of ice had been completely melted at this moment in the ten thousand zhang light of the final turbid current.
Outside the planet of Azeroth, Elune watched this scene in disbelief, the hands of the World Spirit were trembling...
Tyrion... is dead?
The man who represented death, just... died?
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"Forgive me for being late."
A voice rang in Tyrion's ear, opening the eyes of his anguished and weary soul.
He has merged into death, he has become a part of death, as long as the power in these stars is still there, he will not be truly annihilated, but unfortunately, all he has left is a weak soul, his body, and his weapon , have been destroyed by Aggramar's final sword.
He didn't die in the traditional sense, but he did fail.
He could no longer prevent Aggramar from destroying Azeroth. He could only watch as a bystander, watching the world he had planned for the future and protected die under the blade of the fallen titan.
Fortunately, the dead world can at least leave a backup for the souls of this world, and in Draenor, another world among the stars, these souls may still be able to start the evolution of civilization in the second season...
It's just a pity, Elune...
He once told that world spirit that he would protect her.
But now it seems that he is going to break his promise.
After all, it's still one step away...
Only one step away.
"and who are you?"
The soul of the great lord is sitting on a cliff in the wilderness of the dead world, looking at the real world in the reflection in the distance. He is not in any mood to speak at this time, but this strange voice...he has never seen it in the dead world.
"I should have come earlier."
The voice with a hint of fatigue explained:
"But you spoiled Yuna so much, you never let her realize her potential, so much so, that I was trapped in that little fool's mind until now... But fortunately, it's not too late."
Before the eyes of the great lord, it seemed that a fog was pushed away by a pair of hands. In his field of vision, an invisible, massless, illusory phantom with a face that could not be seen appeared just like that.
And little Yuna stood beside the ghost, looking at the great lord with worried eyes.
The ghost has no face, it doesn't really exist, what appears here is more like a consciousness from the past, a memory.
"So, who are you?"
The great lord closed his eyes, his soul was pierced by Taeshalach, the pain made it difficult for him to concentrate, and in front of his eyes, a world, those fates shaped by him, would be ruthlessly destroyed before his eyes.
The great lord struggled to get up, he had no weapons, he looked at the sky, but only saw a cloud of burning smoke, as if it was about to cover the world.
"Every world in the stars has the reflection of death. It is opposite to the present world. Life and death are always in a cycle. Once the balance is broken, the world will fall into chaos. This is the meaning of my existence."
The phantom explained unhurriedly:
"The other meaning of my existence is to connect this world with the death star sea. You may not understand it, so let me explain it to you."
"The stars, the stars are a vast ocean, an ocean of countless drops of water, but these drops are not independent of each other, they are fused together, and so is death. It is a concept, a force that encompasses the entire star , it's in every ray of light, it's in every breath of a living being, it's in every wisp of air, it's all over the stars like other powers."
"And I, my existence, can make this drop of Azeroth merge with the death ocean of the entire stars, just like a node... Do you know why you are not the opponent of Aggramar? It is because you are too Weak? No! No!!!"
The phantom of the dead world said in a philosopher-like tone:
"You are not weak at all, Tyrion Dawnblade, your talent has amazed the stars."
"You just haven't discovered your power, but it has always been by your side... The Well of Eternity's explosion 10,000 years ago destroyed the present world, tore apart the world of the dead, and completely collapsed my consciousness. Demise means that Azeroth is independent from the sea of death stars, like a pool of stagnant water, but you...you used this pool of stagnant water to resist this ocean...hehe, although it was only a little bit short."
"He can draw arcane and evil energy from every corner of the stars, but you, there is only Azeroth behind you. How can a world fight against the entire stars?"
"hehehe"
The phantom let out a deep laugh. Under the gaze of the silent little Yuna, the ghost stretched out its claws towards Tyrion's soul, and said meaningfully:
"Give up your weak flesh and blood, and embrace it, it will be your weapon, your armor, your mount, your everything, Tyrion Dawnblade, Aggramar, and even this world, They're all waiting."
The great lord raised his head. He looked at the phantom of the dead world with his own eyes. He didn't stretch out his hand immediately, but looked at the reflection of the world in the distance. After a few seconds, he sighed and asked:
"So, what's the price?"
"A thing! Palm, leg, heart, or whatever, as a...um "key"!"
Phantom said in a relaxed tone:
"You have merged into death, you have taken the most difficult step, just like a wanderer wandering outside the star sea of death, all you need is a key to the sea of stars... Then Tyrion "Blade of Dawn, you stubborn stagnant water, are you ready to blend into this ocean?"
There was no answer, and there was silence. After more than ten seconds, Tyrion let out a long breath. He stretched out his hand and covered his left eye. His other eye looked at the worried little ghost. He asked arrive:
"What about Yuna?"
"Don't worry about her...she is the node, your messenger, and the spokesperson of death."
The phantom stretched out its claws again towards the high lord, it said:
"Luck will always be with her."
"That's all right."
With a slight movement of the fingers of the great lord, in Yuna's horrified scream, the part of his soul was thrown to the phantom of the dead world, and the latter caught it in the claws. ...a ray of light in the darkness, opened before the eyes of the weakened Tyrion like a pale door that swirled.
That is the reflection of the death star sea.
he saw...
Wherever the Burning Legion went, in those horizons that were trampled and destroyed by demons, everything withered, the cycle of life and death was broken, and on every dead planet, a pale light burned like a flame.
Sargeras drove the demons to clean up this vast sea of stars, but what they brought was not only pure destruction, but also death born from the destruction, the unknown dark power, the faster they kill, the faster death breeds, The more they kill, the stronger the power of death, the moment the Burning Crusade begins, the cycle of life and death among the stars has been out of balance...
And that, that is the power of the death star sea, one day it will completely devour the power of the stars... In the face of this inevitable end, engraved in the endless epochal cycle, the so-called heat death of the Void Lords, and What counts?
Is that not yet another manifestation of death among the stars?
This world belongs to the endless beings now...but one day, it will belong to...death.
"Look! Tyrion..."
The phantom of the dead world became more and more low, as if the lingering sound before it dissipated echoed in the mind of the great lord:
"Behold! In the abyss of the stars, cold death gathers, crawls, and howls, longing for the true rise...Lead them! Tyrion, conquer the star sea of death, and then Let's march towards a higher dimension..."
"They are looking forward to your arrival..."
Tyrion is immersed in the link with the death star sea, and the death force from every part of the stars is responding to him. His weak soul is filled and strengthened, and a body completely restructured by pure death is emerging. , flesh and blood, an entity completely manifested by pure death, the pure things that cannot be accomplished in the dead world of Azeroth, are so easily accomplished in the endless power of the death star sea.
He stepped on the last step of this road...
But the great lord also heard an important message from the voice of the phantom of the dead world. He opened his only remaining right eye, looked at the phantom that was slowly fading, and asked loudly:
"who are they?"
"hehe..."
The phantom had completed its mission as a death node, and it said in a strangely pleasant voice:
"You'll know it, you'll see it, you'll be a part of it..."
"Go, don't let your world wait so long..."