Chapter 1178 19. Center of Stars. Pantheon

The Pantheon, this is not only the parliamentary organization of the Titans who carry the arcane order among the stars and all things, it also refers to a real arcane holy place.

That is the place where the protoss titans gather and study the mysteries of the stars. This temple itself represents the manifestation of arcane power in the stars. Its existence is the same as the death star sea seen by Tyrion. , is the node of the six basic powers of the stars, through this temple, the Titans can adjust the arcane power in the stars.

This is also the reason why the six weak titan spirits are sure to be able to seal the dark titan Sargeras, who is in the sky. Frankly speaking, this is not enough to kill Sargeras, but it is more than enough for sealing.

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Accompanied by the mysterious incantation of Norgannon the Dreamweaver and the windless automaticity of the tome in his hand, a door extending into the void of stars opened slowly.

It is like a mirror condensed by magic power, like the surface of water turned by waves. Through that light, one can vaguely see the projections of countless worlds under the stars. It seems to be located in the deepest part of the stars, but like It exists in every inch of the starry sky, among the shadows, causing the great lord's right eye to reflect a slightly chaotic light.

Until Tyrion took off the black blindfold, in the reflection of the gemstone in the left eye, the projections of those thousands of worlds suddenly dissipated, replaced by a simple and unpretentious gate of stars, like a door leading to an unknown place. The gate is simple and solemn.

"This is the Pantheon."

Norgannon put away the tome, and the luster of the watcher's Titan Spirit dimmed a bit. He coughed lightly, and explained to the high lord:

"It exists in countless timelines and dimensions at the same time. Even the dark titan Sargeras can never destroy it from the outside world. This is the manifestation of the arcane arts of the stars. In some magical civilizations, those great arcana Sorcerers will call it the 'Arcane Throne' or the 'Throne of All Magic', and only those creatures who have reached the ultimate in the way of arcane can sense the existence of the Pantheon."

"And they can only step in if we invite them."

The Supreme King Aman'Thul said something in a deep voice, and then leaning on his lightning cane, he strode into the gate that reflected the arcane light. The other titans entered one after another. In the star gate, at the moment he stepped into it, this condensed arcane gate seemed to have completed his mission. In the cold wind of the dead world, it turned into a little bit of starlight and dissipated in the sky. In situ.

Pure arcane power swept over the High Lord's body like a storm, blocking his vision. This step was like stepping into the stars, but before he could feel the weird weightlessness, his shoes Stepping on the solid ground, the arcane light in front of the great lord's eyes slowly dissipated, and a not-so-big temple floating among the lonely stars appeared in front of his eyes.

This is the Pantheon!

It is not vast, not even as majestic as the Church of the Holy Light in the world of Azeroth. In fact, from the appearance alone, it even looks a bit shabby. His lonely castle is so big that you can even see its head at a glance, but this arcane temple suspended among the stars is extremely thick.

Every inch of its land and every decoration is entirely made of steel, and there are simple geometric patterns all over it, but when combined together, it has an unusually solemn feeling. Its main colors are low bronze and gold. Mixed, but not luxurious.

This steely temple is ring-shaped and has three steps.

The highest level is 14 towering pillars erected on the edge of the temple, supporting the semicircular dome of the temple, and above the dome is a picture scroll of the stars and all things at the beginning. There are no carvings on the stone pillars, no Between the pillars, there are hollow walls intertwined around the entire temple. Beyond each square, you can vaguely see a piece of peaceful stars, and amidst the simplicity, there is a shocking atmosphere.

The second level of the temple is a ring, on which are placed the thrones of seven ancient Titans including Sargeras, and the throne is not as gorgeous as a throne, but more like a chair made of steel. Just like the high-backed chairs Tyrion used when he entertained the souls of the titans in the dead world, a white crystal is inlaid on the top of each throne, which is filled with the purest arcane power.

Below the ring of the throne, which is the third step of the temple, is a large ring-shaped platform. The precise rings seem to be nested together, constantly rotating along the central axis, but if you look closely, it looks like There is no rotation at all, and on the central axis of the ring, there is a huge arcane mirror, like a container for gathering power, and like a portal.

"This is the Pantheon..."

Tyrion looked at the quaint and majestic temple in front of him, and he sighed silently, feeling like revisiting his old place, but this time, he was really standing on the ground of the Pantheon.

"Speak, Deathwalker."

The six titan spirits sat in their respective seats, and the arcane power from the stars began to relieve their fatigue. Aman'Thul, the king of the gods, whispered:

"No one here can hear our conversation, not even Sargeras. Speak, tell what you think, and tell what you are going to do."

Facing the gaze of the six titans, Tyrion didn't hold back anymore. He waved his hand and opened the space. Six things appeared in front of him and the spirit of the titans, and under the control of the will of the great lord, slowly Suspended in front of the corresponding Titans.

A quaint shield corresponding to the power of the Guardian Aggramar.

A gem wrapped in time, corresponding to the power of the Supreme King Aman'Thul.

One side of the platinum disc stores endless secrets, corresponding to the power of Norgannon the Dreamweaver.

Five broken stones connected to each other, corresponding to the power of Gorgonus the Rage Drinker.

A quaint rock-carving hammer, corresponding to the power of Khaz'goros the Shaper.

Finally, there is a purple gemstone, which is the manifestation of the power of life given to Alexstrasza, the life-binder, by the life-giver Eonar, which was given to the life-guardian Freya by the life-giver Eonar, corresponding to the life-giver Iona Er's power.

The great lord spread his hands, raised his head, his right eye was clear, he looked at the six titans in front of him, and said:

"I will complete Elune's body for her, but the growth of Elune's soul and will requires your help..."

"I can do my best to stop the Dark Titan in the dead world, but in this world, Elune needs to save herself. I need that girl to grow up at the fastest speed. I need her to shoulder her own mission. I need her... "

"Become a qualified fighter!"

The titans widened their eyes, but remained silent. They already understood the meaning of the words of the great lord, and Tyrion also said frankly:

"Tens of thousands of years ago, you were able to transfer your power to the guardian dragon through the guardian as an energy transfer. I believe that now, you can also use the sacred object that is in succession with your soul to transfer your remaining power to the guardian dragon. The blessing of the soul is given to Elune, and to your loved ones who need help most now."

"Yes, sorry, but I need you to sacrifice yourselves..."

There was a dead silence in the hall of the entire Pantheon. Even Aman'Thul, the most knowledgeable supreme king, was shocked by Tyrion's idea. Norgannon, the wisest dream weaver, murmured, and Kazgros the Shaper made eye contact with Gorgonas beside him, and Aggramar the Defender looked at the holy shield he left behind in Azeroth. The mighty Titan warrior couldn't help asking:

"You planned all of this? From the Burning Legion's search for the Holy Hammer to the present step, all of this is under your control? You have made today's decision a long time ago... This is really unimaginable. "

Facing Aggramar's amazement, the high lord shook his head, and said:

"We are facing the most powerful god among the stars. Facing such an opponent, we must be fully prepared in advance. This is already the best way I can think of."

"Then have you ever thought about..."

The life giver Ionar, the life titan with the elder sapling on top of his head, couldn't help asking:

"What if Elune loses?"

"What if she fails to stop Sargeras in this world? After all, she is just a child. Even if we sacrifice ourselves, transfer all our strength and combat experience to her, and forcibly raise her to maturity, a fledgling little Girl, no matter how great her potential is, how can she stand up to Sargeras who has killed countless people? That was the number one powerhouse in the Pantheon!"

Tyrion breathed a sigh of relief at this question. He blinked his right eye and said to the Giver of Life:

"Under the combination of the sturdy body of a titan and the mature world spirit, even if Elune really loses... at least she can still escape! If you follow your method, she won't even have a chance to escape... .”

"What's more, I have me in the frontal battlefield!"

The great lord clasped his fingers, and he said:

"I just need Elune to persevere in this world... Persevere until Sargeras is forced to retreat, we don't need to really defeat Sargeras, we just need to let him see the power of Elune, see Elune's will, seeing Elune's potential, Sargeras has been an enemy of the void all his life, I believe that after seeing the power displayed by Elune, he will understand."

"The future of the stars is definitely not in the ruins and ashes that burn everything..."

"Pure destruction can never bring hope! Arbitrary punishment without teaching will never allow living beings to truly learn the lesson."

Tyrion looked at the six Titans in front of him, and he took a deep breath:

"If you really think that Elune is hope, let all the stars see this spark of hope!"

The great lord looked at the expressions of the titans. This is a matter of self-sacrifice. Even though the titans are the extreme manifestations of the arcane art, they are also living beings with their own feelings and thoughts. Facing the eternal death , they will also hesitate, this is human nature.

So the high lord took out the soul shard that belonged to Argus again, and he said to the Titans:

"Remember, the furnace of origin that you set up in the world of Azeroth?"

Hearing this question, Dreamweaver Norgannon froze for a moment, he nodded, and then heard the great lord say:

"That instrument uses the stored Titan energy to cleanse the entire world, reshape the world's ecology, and achieve the result of restarting everything. I have been thinking, Argus the Destroyer, is there any possibility of this poor guy's resurrection..."

"Then I thought about it, he has!"

Tyrion looked at the soul fragment in his palm, and he said to the Titans:

"If we can survive this disaster, I will also set up a furnace of origin in the world core of Argus, and then return Argus' soul to the world that gave birth to him, and let the Titan energy of the furnace of origin reshape the complete ecology of Argus , I don't know if doing this will allow the Eliminator to enter the 'samsara' of life, but if it is possible..."

The great lord looked at the titans, and he said in a serious and earnest tone:

"If the world spirit of Argus is revived after reshaping, then I will send my most loyal subordinates to search the entire constellation to find a suitable breeding planet for you six, and preserve your soul fragments in the same way, so that you And after a long time, he can reappear as a Titan in the hopeful new era of stars..."

Tyrion held up two fingers, and said:

"In the name of Tyrion Dawnblade, I swear, I will do it!"

After the great lord finished talking about all his bargaining chips, he put down his fingers and stood quietly on the ground of the Pantheon. The pale light of the death star sea was summoned and wrapped around the body of the great lord. It only needs to be called a little, and it is fatal The death blade will appear in his hand.

Tyrion looked at the six titans with different expressions in front of him with an indifferent gaze, his tone gradually became ruthless and cold, all calculations, all plans have been carried out to the last stage, in this Regarding matters related to the survival of Azeroth and the stars, the High Lord can no longer be indecisive.

Thousands of shadows of death were projected on the steel land of the Pantheon, and the sharp killing intent was concealed. Tyrion reached out and took off the black blindfold of his left eye. In the endless reflection of the pale gemstone, he said softly:

"Now... everybody."

"It's up to you to make a choice."