Chapter 1197 38. Final Battle. Awakening

In the Pantheon, the ritual of arcane conversion has reached its end.

This temple in the starry sky is wrapped in a time flow that advances ten thousand times, and it has been separated from the real world. In the pantheon at this time, the strange scenery of the starry sky in all worlds is beating from time to time. The time in the stars of the present world has only passed a few days, but in this temple, tens of thousands of years have passed.

The tree of life in the center of the temple has grown to the extreme, its low-hanging branches are lush and lush, and the roots rooted in the temple, as well as the huge trunk, have wrapped the entire temple. Conceived inside this tree of life is Elune, the spirit of the world. She is sleeping. In this distorted time, she has been sleeping for tens of thousands of years.

Outside the tree trunk, there were only six chairs left in the once magnificent Pantheon, and the spirits of the six Titans were already very weak on the high-backed chairs.

The spirit of the world wants to grow and mature together with the world that gave birth to it. In order to get Elune out of this cycle, the titans used their own existence and the tree of life as a carrier to simulate a life-filled life for Elune. environment of the planet.

Kazgros simulated the earth and mountains with his own power.

Gorgonus simulates the sea and sky.

Aman'Thul moves time forward.

Eonar used the gentle energy of life to make Elune's soul stronger and stronger.

Norgannon injected the memories and insights shared by all the titans into Elune's mind bit by bit as time progressed rapidly.

Aggramar, the skilled defender of martial arts, put all the battles he has experienced, all the combat experience, into the long growth of this protoss.

The titan souls had to use a very delicate manipulation to allow Elune to grow reasonably without compromising her consciousness.

When Tyrion promoted this final plan, he once told the souls of the Titans that at the moment Elune reappeared in the starry sky, the will of the Pantheon would be reborn in her, and she herself was the walking Pantheon , this is not a sentimental metaphorical description, this is the real future of Elune.

She will have the wisdom and insight of Aman'Thul and Norgannon.

She will have the life force of Eonar.

She will have the crafting skills of Khaz'goros and Gorgonath.

She will also have the incredible strength of Aggramar.

Awakened Elune to maturity at the cost of the complete end of the age of the Pantheon. This in itself allows the Pantheon to be reborn in Elune's body in another form, and only the fusion of the power of the six titans, coupled with the amazing potential of Elune, coupled with the fusion of Aggramar and Argus The reforged body combined all these together, so that the newborn Elune could fight against Sargeras.

is against...

Not beat.

Before Elune grew to her limit, even with Tyrion's help, she couldn't really defeat Sargeras. To deal with a dark titan, Elune, moon god who transcends the stars, she must first find her own way of transcendence.

It's hard.

Hard work, talent and luck are all indispensable.

Sitting on the throne, raising his left hand, Aman'Thul, the king of the gods who pushed time forward, felt a trace of exhaustion from the bottom of his heart. Even with the support of endless starry sky arcane, the oldest Titan had already left. To the limit.

His soul body is no longer as solid as before, it looks like a floating light and shadow. Just from the appearance, one can feel that the soul of the titan is about to perish.

Not only him, but the other five Titans are in this situation. They pour all their strength and experience into the tree of life that breeds the next generation. They themselves seem to be completely hollowed out. This is a true and thorough inheritance , without the slightest bit of hiding, it is related to the hope and future of the era of stars, and the Titans will not make any move to hide their privacy.

Although they are also living beings and have their own consciousness and thinking, the spirits of the world are born in order, and they have an instinct for maintaining order.

"cough cough"

The magic light in Norgannon's hand became weak, and weakened rapidly, like sparks struggling before the flame went out. His soul body flickered for a moment. The dream weaver turned his head to look at the five companions around him, and then looked at the huge tree of life in the center of the temple. A strong spirit body was sleeping in it. Can Norgannon Feel her potential, and the majestic power flowing in that soul body.

A trace of relief flashed in his eyes under the hood, and there was also a trace of undisguised relief. He tried his best to straighten his body, making himself look majestic.

He knew that his time was approaching.

"I did my job."

Norgannon said in a low voice, like a farewell declaration, his soul body began to dissipate, like a castle made of quicksand began to collapse, endless light spots from his dissipated footsteps all the way up, this Titan's soul As the purest arcane brilliance, like the brightest starlight among the stars.

The beating fluorescence is like the first ray of light at the beginning of all things, and its beauty is suffocating.

Norgannon's deep voice echoed in the Pantheon:

"Brothers, I am honored to spend those years with you, us, the next era..."

"goodbye..."

The moment the voice fell, Norgannon's body completely dissipated, and those halos representing magic power poured into the starry sky outside the temple. The wind of stars formed by this light swirled outside the tree of life, as if saying goodbye to Elune. The Dreamweaver left everything he had to Elune, and he gave his last ray of hope, Consigned among the eternal stars.

Those star points carried the last consciousness of Norgannon, just floating into the stars. If he is lucky enough, then in the passage of time, a new planet will be born because of him, just like the last struggle of Argus the Unmaker, if they are lucky enough, then in the next era, they still have a chance Be a Titan again.

But even a second life cannot inherit the memory of their life.

The being named Norgannon is dead, the dream-weaver, in the final redemption of the stars.

"Ah, I miss the days when we used to be together happily."

The weak Gorgonus raised his head and looked at the starry sky outside the temple. His illusory body, like Norgannon, began to turn into little stars like the sea. He said:

"I miss...the days when we drank together..."

"The next era, the most beautiful era... must... definitely come!"

With one last hope, Gorgonus vanished into the Pantheon. On his throne, the restored Tidestone glows with an ocean-blue light, as if saying goodbye to the Shouter.

Kazgros the Shaper stretched out his hand, and the dissipated starlight of Gorgonus flowed in his palm. The silent Shaper nodded, and he said in the most solemn voice:

"It will come, my brother."

"We will, in that time... meet again."

"hum"

Kazgros's body collapsed inward like a collapsing mountain, just like the oldest stone statue being smoothed over time, there was no fear on his face, just like in his usual days, the expression was as sharp as a knife and an axe. There was a calm expression on his face, as if all of this was a task that had to be completed.

"Will we win?"

The body of the life-giver Eonar also began to dissipate in the fluorescent light. She turned her head and looked at Aman'Thul who also began to disappear in the light of time. The life titan asked:

"Elune, will she win?"

"Yes! She will!"

Aman'Thul stretched out his hand and held it with Eonar's. A smile flashed across the old face of the king of gods, and he said:

"Despair and hope are opposites forever, and Sargeras' despair is destined to be unable to extinguish the fire of hope..."

"She'll win..."

"I saw it already..."

Before the king of the gods could finish his words, he and the life titan disappeared on his throne together. After losing the maintenance of the life titan and the urging of the time flow, the tree of life in the center of the pantheon began to wither rapidly. The leaves withered, the branches rotted, and the thick trunk peeled off like dirt, revealing the sleeping inside. The spirit of the world conceived.

Aggramar, the soul of the last titan sits alone on his throne, he is also weak, but he cannot die now, cannot leave yet. He is the last link of the inheritance, and he wants to witness Elune's awakening with his own eyes.

Under the gaze of Aggramar, the appearance of Elune, the spirit of the world, has not changed much. She is still the night elf like a girl. Her face is 70% similar to that of the moon priest Ms. Tyrande, probably When the spirit of the world took form, he instinctively referred to the shape of life that he valued most.

She was suspended in the air, her toes were a few inches above the ground, her eyes were closed, like a sleeping girl.

Her long silver hair has become extremely long in the flow of time, and those soft long hair covered with silver moon gauze, gently fluttering behind her like a waterfall, reaching her feet. She spread her hands slightly, the silvery moonlight gathered in her palms, a full moon in her left hand, and a crescent moon in her right hand, which was the sign of the awakening of the true power of Elune, the spirit of the world.

Each Titan has its own unique power, which is the product of the fusion of arcane power and other powers.

The most powerful dark titan, Sargeras, possesses the purest arcane power. The reason why he transcends the stars is because he perfectly integrates fel energy and arcane power, reaching a level that no other titan can achieve. the point.

Elune...

The purity of Elune's arcane power surprised Aggramar who was leaning on the chair. This girl, she is indeed... She is indeed the Titan with the strongest potential. At the moment when she just matured, the power of arcane magic manifested into two moon phases in her hands...

This means that as long as Elune can find another essence of power and integrate it, she will be able to truly detach herself like Sargeras.

But that's for later.

"Ahem..."

Aggramar's body is becoming more and more illusory every minute, and there is not much time left for him. The defender stood up from the throne with difficulty, and grabbed the shield of Aggramar that carried his own strength with his left hand. , with the last of his strength, he threw the shield in his hand towards the sleeping Elune.

After finishing this last move, the weak Aggramar fell forward, and fell to the ground in front of the throne in a state of embarrassment.

"Swish Swish Swish Swish"

The silver-white shield whirled in the air, and the whistling it brought woke up the sleeping Elune. She opened her eyes, and in her silver eyes, a light and shadow like a full moon suddenly appeared, shrouding the entire Pantheon. In the cold moonlight.

The mature protoss raised her hand, and the whirling shield fell into her hands. With the cold shield in her hands, Elune's consciousness completely returned. She looked blankly at the Pantheon in front of her. The Titans she was familiar with.

A touch of sadness rose in Elune's heart. Without hesitation, she took a step forward, and in the moonlight, she quietly appeared beside Aggramar. She bent down, lifted the weak Aggramar up, and let him sit back on the throne.

She half-kneeled in front of Aggramar, she stretched out her hand, trying to touch Aggramar's soul, but the moment her fingers touched Aggramar's arm, the defender's left arm collapsed like quicksand , suddenly dissipated in this cold and lonely temple.

"no, do not want!"

Elune screamed and stretched out her hands, summoning the moonlight of the stars everywhere, trying to call back the dissipated Aggramar, but the defenders stopped Elune's actions.

In the light spot of his body's death, Aggramar looked at Elune, his face full of expectation and pride, and he said:

"Sorry, we...we forced you to take...this, doomed...doomed to be difficult..."

"But, someone has to stand up..."

"Our time...is over. Elune, the next age, belongs to you...we, we shall meet...in the stars."

Aggramar stretched out his right hand, trying to touch Elune's silver hair, but the moment his finger stretched out, it turned into light and dissipated. En says:

"Don't hate him..."

"child..."

"Go, let's fight!"

Like a sad girl, Elune stretched out her arms, trying to hug her last relatives, but there was nothing in her arms except their last blessings.

She became lonely again.

It's like tens of thousands of years of being trapped in Azeroth.

She had to go alone again.

The newborn Luna half-kneeled in front of Aggramar's throne, as if saying goodbye to her relatives. She held Aggramar's shield in one hand and clenched her other hand tightly. She lowered her head, feeling the pain in her heart. It was burning like a flame bit by bit, and amidst the changes in her emotions, the silver moon veil covering the Pantheon also turned into a heavy and dark light of the dark moon as if the dark moon had descended.

The warm crescent moon emblem on her forehead gradually turned into a desperate black.

This is the most ruthless and darkest phase of the moon among the stars.

It's just like...

Put on the most indifferent battle form for Elune.

"ah!!!"

A shrill, pain-filled howl resounded in the lonely Pantheon, like...

first sound

battle cry.