Chapter 673 48. The End (Part 1)

Soul, invisible and intangible things, unverifiable energy aggregation, the power it extends is generally called wisdom and will, and the will of mortals is difficult to affect the laws of reality, because their souls are too Too weak.

But if the power of the soul reaches a certain level, it can be used with subtle skill, becoming a more destructive weapon than pure power.

Just like the "mythical" war that broke out between the high lord and the ancient god.

C'Thun tried to influence Tyrion's will with the Whisper of Depravity, but it soon discovered that the Whisper of the Mind, which is omnipotent when dealing with flesh and blood creatures, could not penetrate Tyrion's tough soul at all, so the Old God knew that the person in front of him The soul of the little creature is as powerful as it is! Even...even stronger than the weak one.

So the ancient god put away these small tricks, and it let out a roar that distorted reality one after another. The octopus-like, dark whip-like tentacles rolled out of the blood sea in the center of the temple, carrying a disgusting and smelly liquid. Howling, it smashed towards the High Lord who was suspended in the mid-air of the dim temple.

This scene is like the scene of being attacked by sea beasts on the raging sea. Those tentacles that came from the shots are as tense as a forest of spears piercing straight, and the dozen or so special tentacles are shining with purple runes. , Spells filled with the power of the void smashed towards Tyrion, but they couldn't fall into the body of the great lord at all, and were scattered by the wind of the spirit world wrapped around Tyrion.

Although the threat is small, this scene really makes one's scalp tingle.

"I suddenly remembered some forgotten memories, those memories of the past, let me now have an immature idea..."

The great lord looked at the shooting tentacles, narrowed his eyes, and said softly:

"Give it a try."

"crash"

The vortex gate of the death realm burst open behind Tyrion, and the dark power poured down on the body of the great lord like a storm, filling the space in front of him like a cold black curtain, and C'Thun's The tentacles pierced into the dark mist, and the force of the void collided with the force of death, just like pouring a basin of water into a hot oil pan.

Dazzling sparks splashed in all directions, like the grandest fireworks.

And in the darkness, amidst C'Thun's chaotic roar, Tyrion closed his eyes, letting the thick and cold but very docile energy wrap his body layer by layer, even the black The apocalypse of fire is also surrounded by layers of energy.

The pure power of death manifested itself through dark energy, like the strongest layer of armor covering Tyrion's body.

"dang lang"

Each blow of C'Thun's crazy shooting carries enormous power. Although the body of the ancient god is sealed, its pure power is still beyond the reach of mortals. These vanguards of void forces can corrupt the world. Necessary Sometimes, a fully grown ancient god can even shatter the world.

The dark curtain of energy gathering in the realm of death was shattered like glass, and at this moment, the drifting dark mist, like gunpowder smoke being blown away, revealed the hidden things in it as it rolled like a storm.

"Wow! Cooooooool!"

Little Yuna, who was watching the battle with her legs crossed, saw a surprise in her big eyes when she saw Tyrion's current state. She jumped up and waved her small fists. shouted:

"It's so handsome! Kill that ugly monster! Smash it to death! Come on! Come on!"

"Is it really handsome?"

With his eyes closed, Tyrion snorted. At this time, he was still suspended in mid-air, his long gray hair was constantly swaying under the wind of the spirit world, and outside the body of the great lord, there were layers of The power of death was condensed into a viscous energy between entity and illusion, and that energy was shaped into a black giant as tall as a mountain by Tyrion's will.

It is wearing a thick, exquisitely shaped and lifelike armor, shoulders are decorated with ferocious ghost head-like shoulder armor, the lower body is a steel battle skirt and battle robe like knight armor, and the feet are decorated with skulls and black. Rose's combat boots, the power of death fluttered behind it like a loose cloak, and the cold wind of the spiritual world turned into clouds like black mist around its body.

Make it look majestic, but with a breathtaking deterrent.

This evil ghost warrior wears a mighty full-face helmet, which is also shaped like a hell ghost. There are horn-like decorations on both sides of the helmet. It carries two knives, one of which has been unsheathed. Holding between the black gauntlets, the sharp blade shaped by energy is an enlarged version of the magic sword Apocalypse.

And stuck in the scabbard on the back is another weapon belonging to Tyrion...an enlarged version of Ashbringer.

The giant stood in a half-kneeling posture among the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the sealing hall, but only from its current posture, it could be discerned that the body of this energy-gathering ghost warrior was at least 7 meters high.

"It feels...seems really good."

Tyrion moved his body, and the demon giant outside his body also moved his body. The next moment, Tyrion's will was shrouded, and the ghost warrior seemed to wake up. Standing up, the mighty posture was like a mountain alive, and compared with the evil ghost warrior, the ancient god Ke'suen, whose body was soaked in the sea of ​​blood, became a pitiful, shivering little boy. stature.

"hum"

Tyrion's eyes opened at this moment. Under the full-face helmet of the evil ghost warrior, two cold blue eyes also opened at the same time. At this moment, the evil ghost who used his soul to shape for the first time Soldiers seem to be completely alive.

"Roar!"

C'Thun felt the malice and threat crazily surged, and all its tentacles began to sway wildly, like a whistling black long whip, smashing at the shaped ghost warrior from all directions.

"Is that all?"

The great lord floating in the heart of the ghost warrior shook his head, his body squatted down slightly, and the Apocalypse Demon Sword in his hand roared and slashed towards his eyes in a gesture of drawing a knife. The enlarged version in the hands of the ghost warrior as tall as a mountain The Apocalypse Demon Sword quickly entwined black flames, and also made the same imposing attack.

"swish"

Like black lightning flashing across this dark temple, and like a death scythe sweeping across, at the moment when the Apocalypse Demon Sword suddenly draws its sheath, behind the evil ghost warrior, those ugly tentacles stagnant in the air, together with the stone pillars on the top of the small half of the temple , as if being cut off in the middle, they smashed to the ground of the temple like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Smelly and disgusting blood spewed out from the smooth fracture, and as the temple swayed with bricks and stones splashing, the pain of the severed tentacles also made C'Thun's body sway wildly in the sea of ​​blood.

"You are going to die!"

The crazy roar of the ancient god made the entire temple covered with a layer of void light prisms floating endlessly like a maze, and began to breed, but just before the light prism lore was completed, the evil ghost warrior stepped forward and punched hard, It hit C'Thun's flesh and blood body from top to bottom, and the power of cold death penetrated into that disgusting body, and this punch sent flesh and blood flying across the ancient god.

Tyrion backhanded out the Ashbringer dedicated to physical attacks, and the ghost warrior also pulled out the enlarged version of the Ashbringer from behind following the changes of the High Lord's movements. And the heavy blade slashed into C'Thun's body fiercely.

"crash"

Hundreds of sword shadows that followed cut into the ugly and disgusting octopus from all directions. For a moment, the ancient god C'Thun seemed to be thrown into a terrifying whirlwind of blades. Throwing in all directions of the temple, if C'Thun is knowledgeable enough, then it should be able to understand that this thing is like a famous punishment in a certain civilization...

Cut to pieces!

"pain!"

When did the ancient gods suffer such a terrible attack after the Battle of Domination? In the desperate storm shrouded by the black sword in front of him, C'Thun quickly realized one thing...

It is weak and is no match for the evil star in front of it.

Abolished the most powerful ability to corrupt the mind, the ancient god is equivalent to a monster with the same strength in spirit and flesh, but since it is a monster, it can be defeated by a stronger force.

It's going to die... if it doesn't think of a way...

"crash"

Just like at the very beginning of the battle, C'Thun's eyeballs, which were half chopped off by the Ashbringer, were barely moving. Amidst the black blood splattered, a life-like eye slash slammed fiercely at the evil man wielding a knife in front of him. ghost warrior.

"boom"

Tyrion flipped his wrist and used Ashbringer to block the blow. The huge force made him take a step back. Taking this opportunity, C'Thun, who was suspended in the sea of ​​blood, stared viciously at him with his shattered eyeballs. Looking at Tyrion and his evil ghost warrior, they slowly sank into the sea of ​​blood amidst the surging waves of the sea of ​​blood.

"We...will fight another day!"

In less than a second, the figure of the ancient god disappeared from the temple.

"Hide back in your own cage... Ke'suen, you really have an idea."

Tyrion looked at the sea of ​​blood that gradually calmed down in the center of the temple. He knew very well that under this thing should be the real cage used by the titan guardians to seal C'Thun, but the situation in front of him made Tyrion guilty. difficult.

The Titan's cage is not a good place to enter. Although that place has been destroyed by C'Thun, judging from the situation that the Old God has not yet escaped from the cage, the seal of the cage should still be in operation. This thing will Isolate all external forces. Although it is hard to say who is stronger than the power of death or the arcane power used by the guardians, but in the worst case, once entering it, Tyrion is likely to be sealed go in.

It's easy to get in, but hard to get out.

C'Thun corroded for hundreds of thousands of years before he opened a gap in the cage. If Tyrion was thrown in, he estimated that it might take hundreds or even thousands of years to climb out.

This is not the result he wanted.

But now C'Thun has hid in the cage. If the cage is not opened, Tyrion will have no way to get rid of it, but the problem is that once the Titan cage is opened from the outside, it is equivalent to Tyrion himself C'Thun was released, not to mention the coalition fighters who fought against the Zerg above the mountain temple, if C'Thun fled here after getting out of trouble, then Tyrion would be guilty of the worst.

Of course, judging from the previous fight with C'Thun, the High Lord didn't think that the extremely weak Ancient God could escape from him.

But it is about the power of the void, so I have to think about the overall situation, after all, this thing is a bit too weird.

During this kind of thinking, the high lord waved his hand, and the completely temperless evil ghost warrior who hit C'Thun before it disappeared in the temple as quickly as it appeared when the dark energy dissipated. , the great lord looked at the disgusting corpses on the ground with some disgust, he was suspended in the air, after thinking for a few minutes, he turned his head and looked at the little ghost sitting at the entrance of the temple watching the show.

"Yuna, come here!"

Tyrion waved at the little ghost, and a precise death grip clasped the little ghost, and then, amidst Yuna's exclamation with laughter, the little girl was pulled to the side of the great lord.

"You said before that a mysterious sister cured your eyes, and she asked you to tell me that she was looking at me, right?"

Tyrion asked, Yuna nodded:

"Yes, that sister speaks so softly!"

"Ah, very good."

The great lord looked at Yuna's star-like eyes, and said softly:

"Then, girl, come on, look into my eyes!"

The little ghost didn't know what Tyrion was going to do, but she believed that Tyrion would not hurt her, so she blinked the big Draenei eyes, and then looked at Tyrion's ice blue pair. The big lord put his hands on Yuna's shoulders, and during the operation of the power of death, his consciousness slightly penetrated into the little girl's eyes.

"I know I should have talked to you a long time ago..."

"But it doesn't seem too late... Lady Protoss of Azeroth, Elune, if you're really looking at me...then..."

Hesitation, a trace of apprehension, and a trace of expectation flashed through Tyrion's ice-blue eyes:

"Now, I need your opinion...so..."

"Respond to me!"