Chapter 496 29. Apocalypse's Choice --- This Chapter Is for Myself [20/20]

Chapter 496 29. Apocalypse's Choice --- This chapter is for myself【2020】

Archimonde was hit head-on by the power of the Eye of Sargeras, and was on the verge of being seriously injured, but this did not mean that he was being bullied at this time.

For a big devil like him, the existence of the body is only to carry the soul and power. Losing the body is actually not a fatal problem in a sense.

As long as the soul is still there, the deadly magic can still be used.

"Are you going to stare at me with your eyes?"

Tyrion's figure was jumping, avoiding the scorching evil energy shot out from the eyes of the defiler in front of him. The Ashbringer slashed at Archimonde's wound with a sword, and the black sword shadows overlapped, leaving another deep bone scar on the cut body.

Immediately afterwards, the magic sword Apocalypse in Tyrion's other hand was pierced fiercely into the dark green blood amidst the extreme humming. The sword began to crazily bite Archimonde's soul. The pain from the soul made the dying great demon even more irritable.

"I am Archimonde, Lord of the Eredar! Go away, worm!"

More than a dozen pulsating dark-green light pattern circles wrapped his remnant body layer by layer. The next moment, scorching flames spewed out from the center of the circle, wrapping the body of the polluter and the assassin together. In the strong evil energy.

The use of this kind of magic power is not exquisite, but it is more powerful in destructive power, and it is launched extremely quickly. In the rage of beating fel energy, Tyrion can clearly see that the body of the polluter is also burned by the flames. In the burning, it was obvious that the big devil had already felt that Tyrion was a bit tricky, and he actually had the ability to destroy his soul, so he chose a burst of resistance amidst extreme humiliation.

He was going to...kill himself.

"Is this going to leave?"

Tyrion's eyes changed slightly, he rolled up the dark red death energy all over his body, wrapped his whole body, and then quickly rushed into the magic circle burning with evil energy, he shouted loudly:

"Won't you stay for a cup of tea?"

"swish"

Hot blood splattered, Apocalypse and Ashbringer pierced the great demon's remnant body again, Tyrion let go of the hilt, and at the moment his eyes turned blood red, he raised his hands, two strands The dark green scorching blood column was forcibly drawn from Archimonde's corpse.

The pain, the extreme pain, swept through the mind of the polluter, and the apocalypse stuck in his remnant body was like a bold mouse, biting his strong and tough soul, but the apocalypse was very difficult to bite, and when he faced the When facing this delicious soul, Tian Qi is like a dying old man, with loose teeth and weak strength, it is impossible for him to enjoy the delicious "big meal" in front of him.

This is normal...it's not that the magic blade Apocalypse has become weaker, but because the soul it faces is too strong.

Apocalypse is a magic blade forged by the ancient Nathrezim demons. It has devastating lethality to mortal souls, but there is an upper limit to the destructive power of Apocalypse, just like no matter how strong an ant is, it cannot defeat a Like adults, it's just a legendary weapon after all, you can't ask it to do too much.

Archimonde's power upgrade was bestowed by the Dark Titan himself, and the power of the Titan was protecting him. Under normal circumstances, in the heyday of Archimonde the Polluter, even if the big devil opened his soul for the bite of the apocalypse, the magic sword Don't even think about hurting him a bit, just like in the world of Draenor, facing the seriously injured great demon Kazak, Tianqi tried his best, but he could only bite a bite from Kazak's huge soul. Like small pieces.

As a pure weapon, even if it has its own will and soul, it cannot take the initiative to break through its limits... It needs help, and the soul in front of it is very important to it!

"Buzz, buzz"

The magic sword stuck on the fast-drying flesh hummed crazily. Tyrion, who was trying his best to extract the vital blood of the great demon, heard this strange, never-before-seen hum, which made his face turn strangely. overdo it.

Tyrion's blood-red eyes blinked, and amidst Archimonde's beast-like roar and the raging fire of fel energy, he asked in a hoarse voice:

"You... are you begging me?"

"hum"

Apocalypse trembled, as if answering Tyrion's question.

And this answer made Tyrion's complexion even weirder:

"Today, weird things happened frequently. I never thought that a rebellious bastard like you would turn around one day... But, why should I help you? You see, you who are free will never want to have a master ,Right?"

"Buzz, buzz"

Tianqi's humming sound is more intense. If it is replaced by human language, it probably represents Tianqi's anxiety and anger at this time, but the more it is like this, Tyrion becomes more silent. A few blood beads of evil energy gathered around him. He tilted his head and looked at the magic sword in front of him:

"Hey, this is not the attitude you should have when asking for help, but I probably understand that Archimonde's soul is very important to you. It can help you break through your limits... Reshape the sword body and reach the other side of the weapon. Layers, um, sounds great...but again, why should I help you?"

Tyrion rubbed his chin. He glanced back at the great demon whose breath was getting weaker and weaker. He waved his hand to interrupt Tianqi's neighing, and said in a deep voice:

"I don't need you, I can harvest this demon soul, Bwonsamdi will help me... We made a contract, I get half, he gets half... In fact, you see, I have Ashbringer, It is stronger and more loyal than you, do you know why I forged it?"

"I'm already tired of your rebelliousness. Your uncontrollable rebellious wildness makes me feel disgusted. I don't plan to use you anymore, Tianqi. I gave you many opportunities, but you never cherish...I let you You gave me Kazak's soul fragments, but you refused, didn't you? I asked you to help me transform those paladins, and you also refused!"

"Merry Dongfeng's soul was ruined by you, who has a bad personality. He chose to annihilate himself out of desperation, and almost let Cassana Tier go early...Look, how much trouble you have caused me !"

Tyrion's fingers touched the hilt of the silent Ashbringer, he looked at Tian Qi, his eyes were full of indifference:

"A weapon that doesn't obey the master's order has no value at all... Tian Qi, I won't help you! Just like you won't help me sincerely."

"Bwonsamdi is coming, maybe he will be interested in you, maybe I can exchange you for more troops from him, those 1,000 golden sword guards are more useful than you!"

As he spoke, Tyrion pulled Ashbringer back from the weakly breathing Archimonde's body, shook off the blood on the sword, put the black epee behind his back, strode away, and On the edge of the floating island of Dalaran, he already felt Bwonsamdi's aura. The troll god of death was coming soon to fulfill his agreement with Tyrion.

Let's carve up Archimonde's coveted powerful soul together...

"hum"

Just when Tyrion took a few steps away, behind him, Apocalypse, who was inserted into the body of the great demon, let out a sharp and extreme neigh after a long silence, very much like those young people who gave up on themselves.

And Tyrion's footsteps also stopped at this moment, he turned his head, and there was a strange beating in his eyes:

"You... say it again?"

"hum"

Apocalypse neighed again, while Tyrion was impatient:

"Speak! I know you can talk! I want to hear you speak!"

This demanded that the Blade be silenced again, but Apocalypse finally gave in as the power of the soul around the floating island of Dalaran dissipated even deeper.

"Master...I need you...help me!"

This is the first time Tyrion heard Tianqi speak. He knew that this unruly magic blade could speak a long time ago. Miss Xalatas also proved this. The voice of Tianqi is very similar to those haze The tone of the Dread Demon King was low and hoarse, revealing a touch of fatigue and resentment, sounding like an evil guy.

"Hmmm... that feels really good, like calling my own annoying brat Daddy for the first time."

Tyrion stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. He walked to Tian Qi, and he looked at the trembling long sword:

"say it again!"

"Don't overreach! Tyrion Dawnblade!"

"Huh? Is that what you call me?"

A playful smile flashed in Tyrion's eyes:

"What should you call me?"

"...Owner!"

This time, Tyrion easily felt the resentment in Apocalypse's voice, but the emotion of powerlessness. The deflation of the magic blade that finally succumbed made the Dark Blade King laugh heartily.

The next moment, his left hand clenched the hilt of Apocalypse again, Tyrion's eyes turned pure black, and black flames representing the power of the soul gushed out from his arm, entwined layer by layer His fingers, and Apocalypse's hilt, are on the blade.

"You know, Tianqi, if you just talk, then I can't help you..."

Tyrion whispered:

"Open your soul and leave my mark, only in this way can I lend you my strength!"

"hum"

During the buzzing of the magic blade, a strange dark red halo shone from the core of the moon-shaped long sword, intertwined with Tyrion's black fire, as if the clear water had been polluted , just in the blink of an eye, the core of Apocalypse turned into a throbbing black flame, after Tyrion's soul power was injected into this magic blade, its solid shell began to shatter from the inside, and new power began to emerge in this sword breed in.

It let out a wild roar. At the level of the soul, Tyrion could see clearly that Apocalypse was like a ferocious monster with black flames. It opened its mouth wide and bit Archimonde. On the weak soul, unlike before, it could only bite off some corners and corners. This time, it tore off fragments equivalent to one-twentieth of the great demon's soul in one bite.

"Tustin... my good friend Tyrion, you look like you need my help!"

At the moment when the apocalypse began to bite Archimonde's soul, behind Tyrion, on the edge of the shattered Dalaran floating island, amidst the dark mist escaping, Bwonsamdi, the troll god of death, made a strange sound. It sounded.

He had come to fulfill his promise, but Tyrion no longer needed him.

"Sorry, Bwonsamdi..."

Tyrion turned his head and looked at the troll Grim Reaper rubbing his hands, a trace of indifference flashed in his black eyes:

"But I suddenly discovered that maybe I can deal with this soul in front of me by myself, and I don't need you to worry about it anymore. I'm sorry to let you go for nothing...but I will compensate you, 50,000 troll souls, How? Is that enough to show my apology?"

"swish"

At this moment, the sky of the entire Dalaran Floating Island turned into a deep and indifferent scene of death, and the eyes of Bwonsamdi, the troll god of death, who always had a playful smile, also had a sullen look in his eyes under the bone mask. A spear composed of soul power appeared in his hand.

"You're kidding, aren't you? My friend Tyrion... I love your jokes, but now, step aside, I'll just take my share!"

"Oh, aren't you satisfied?"

Tyrion moved his wrist, and he said softly:

"Then 100,000 troll souls? Or, more? Until you are satisfied!"

"crash"

Nine black tentacles entwined with icy cold and strange aura suddenly sprang up from the newly formed strait under the floating island of Dalaran, bringing up huge waves, and the disturbing breath of the realm of death was like It is like a double superposition, becoming deeper, and in the eyes of the people of the world, the floating island of Dalaran, as if being pulled into another world, has long since disappeared.

"I told you long ago, stupid Bwonsamdi... mortals can't be trusted!"

A sharp female voice intervened in this conversation. In the sky behind Tyrion, a pair of hazy and chaotic eyes slowly opened in the breath of the realm of death. They looked at the below and the Tyrion confronting Bwonsamdi:

"I've been observing him for a long time. He's not the kind of character who would submit to anyone... Am I right? Tyrion Dawn Blade! That little bitch Agatha thought you could protect her, But I'm curious, can you really...can?"

The Dark Blade King turned his head, and looked at the looming figure of the huge upper body of a woman surrounded by dark thunder in the sky. There was a hint of resentment in his eyes, but in the end, he was still polite, as if Like a gentleman, he nodded slightly to the woman:

"Hello...Queen of hell, master of the undead, Ms. Hela, I have long admired you..."

PS: This update is over, everyone will go to work tomorrow, take a good rest tonight, spend time with your family, and find a good state to start tomorrow's work. In addition, I am not sure whether there will be an update in November. Now I really don’t have a chapter in my hand. I can only say that I will try my best to do it again in November, but if not, I hope everyone will not be disappointed... will resume tomorrow 3 more, let me take a break...too tired.