Chapter 857 56. Benedictus. The Last Day of the Nightmare

But all intelligent life will always encounter all kinds of temptations in its life, these temptations may be good or bad.

For example, power, wealth, female sex, etc., and some positive temptations, the desire to become a hero, the expectation of being recognized or the joy of saving others... It can be said that every soul will always meet on the road to growth. Such and such choices, and often these choices themselves represent whether the soul accepts some kind of temptation to intervene.

As another observer once said, when faced with the immediate crisis, fear and retreat are only one of many options.

Tyrion is a firm person, he was once confused, but he finally came out, and for such an existence that has already cast his own shadow on the whole world, it is difficult for a personal emotional outburst. affect the decisions he makes.

For living beings, the existence of emotions is important, but it is not the necessary basis for the existence of souls. For more special undead, emotions are just dispensable things.

"swish"

Wherever the black light blade goes, all things wither. This kind of withering is not a manifestation of freezing or necrosis, but a sign that the spirit of all things is cut off from the future. In other words, this is death in an absolute sense.

It was like cutting the thread of life.

The terrifying seven evil spirits of Pandaria appear so weak and incompetent in the face of the great lord who has not even undergone a second-stage transformation. Facing the undead lord who has gathered all emotions, their best emotional induction has been "castrated" , They can only use the brutal force gathered by the sha energy to have a "passionate confrontation" with the great lord. However, the man standing in front of them has killed a butcher of an ancient god who is more advanced than them face to face.

Facing such guys, these pitiful and helpless demons, how can they win?

The answer is yes...

They can't win!

Under Tyrion's feet, the sha energy cut by the black light blade was frozen bit by bit in the cold frost and snow storm, and those dissipated energies were frozen in the death ice, and accompanied by the great lord Every time he swung the light blade in his hand, those gods of death who followed him would scream silently. Take the spirit of mortals, cut and hook away the power of these demons bit by bit.

The blue, distinctive Sha of Pride is roaring, as it says, Tyrion's body is full of huge arrogance, but it can't draw more pride from this guy in front of him... Maybe Ya Shaji can do it, but it is obviously unable to do it because it is only the manifestation of the power of the ancient gods.

This is the crushing of the ranks of power... Apart from their defeat, there is no other possible result.

"click"

The great lord swung his sword, and the black blade of light flying all over the sky roared, tearing apart the body of Sha of Pride in front of him. Tyrion stretched out his left hand, and the fingers with the icy gauntlet were precisely clasped in the sealed place. The Dark Prophet Benedictas in the body of the Sha of Pride, with force on his wrist, the body that was forcibly carried by the Sha Demon was "torn" from the body of the Sha of Pride.

"boom"

Benedictus, who was almost unconscious, was thrown on the icy ground. Before the Dark Prophet could react, a whistling dark long sword pierced his heart, followed by the pure death. The burst of power dispelled all the void power in his body in one fell swoop, and cut off the soul connection between him and the Sha of Pride.

"ah!!!"

The disappearance of the emotional carrier also caused the constantly recovering Sha of Pride to let out a scream. The Sha demon needs a medium to manifest in this world. The other six evil spirits only appeared in Pandali by relying on the last emperor Shaohao 10,000 years ago. Ya, and the medium of the Sha of Pride is Benedictus who recklessly touched the Heart of Darkness.

Without this medium, it would be difficult for the Sha of Pride to continue to maintain its own form, but at the moment it roared and was about to dissipate, the great lord slowly took out a more delicate crystal bottle from his storage ring , he pointed the mouth of the bottle at the Sha of Pride in front of him, and then waved at the ugly monster:

"I will completely destroy the Heart of Darkness, so now, in front of you seven ugly guys, there are two choices..."

"Either die with the remaining bones of Y'Shaarji and disappear completely, then completely get rid of the shackles of Y'Shaarji, and with the support of new power, truly become an independent individual... There is no need to doubt the purpose of this "invitation" , because justice or evil means nothing to me, anyway, now it's up to you to make a choice!"

"We are... Y'Shaarj!"

The Sha of Pride roared unwillingly, but at the same time as it roared, the Sha of Fear, the most cunning of the seven evil spirits, turned into a dark red streamer without saying a word, and rushed into Tyrion's crystal bottle. This movement seemed to be some kind of signal, and the remaining sha demons also roared and merged into the bottle, shining the crystal clear crystal bottle like a colorful halo.

Shamo is indeed the last malicious breath of the strongest ancient god Y'Shaarj before he died. They inherited Y'Shaarj's weak power, but to be precise, Shamo is more like Y'Shaarj The unique continuation after death, they are the secondary creatures created by Yashaji. In the era when the strongest ancient god had only one heart left, the shamo and the ancient god continued, just like the bugman and Ke'thun, The Naga's connection to N'Zoth is the same, not as strong as it once was.

In other words, the fact that they can exist independently in Pandaria has already proved that these weird energy creatures already have the possibility to separate from their mother body and exist alone. After Y'Shaarj is completely destroyed, as long as enough dead power, maybe they can also achieve some kind of more unique transformation.

"You're the only one left...Your siblings obviously don't share your bad ideas."

The great lord shook the bottle in his hand. He tilted his head and looked at the Sha of Pride in front of him who could no longer maintain his original form. He stretched out his fingers and touched the surface of the Heart of Darkness that was still beating in the sealed box. Accompanied by the surge of pure death power, this heart of darkness seemed to have a premonition of some kind of impending fate, and its beating became slower and slower.

The great lord said in a low voice without looking back:

"I'll ask you one last time... the arrogance of the seven deadly sins..."

"Are you going to die standing up? Or live on your knees?"

A few seconds later, a wisp of blue sha energy mist drifted and merged into the last ring of the crystal bottle. The high lord nodded in satisfaction, and a complicated seal sealed the mouth of the crystal bottle, and then sealed the entire bottle. Throwing the "Seven Deadly Sins" into his storage ring.

In front of his eyes, the dark heart of the strongest ancient god, which originated thousands of years ago and almost corrupted the entire world, has been covered with a layer of crystal clear frost, like a most perfect work of art Same.

"I've done so much for you...won't you say something at this moment?"

Tyrion pointed his finger at the surface of the frozen Heart of Darkness in front of him, he seemed to be talking to himself and asked, and after a few seconds, a faint voice sounded in his ears.

"Thanks, Tyrion..."

"So cute..."

The great lord got the thanks he wanted, he squinted his eyes, and poked forward with his fingers surging with black light, the heart of darkness covered by the power of death was like a clumsy toy, at this moment completely Torn apart.

The strongest ancient god, Y'Shaarji, has been killed for tens of thousands of years. The power left in this heart, after extending the Qisha, is already weak and unable to resist the oppression and cutting of pure death. At the moment when the heart of darkness was torn apart, a deep roar seemed to echo in the titan's secret chamber. The echoing sound became louder and louder, and finally dissipated in the sky of the entire Pandaria, and even the entire world, like a billowing roar. Like thunder.

Those mortals who were frightened by the muffled thunder could not know that just a moment before, another threat that would affect the entire world was strangled in the cradle, and another human disaster was completely eliminated before it erupted.

It is true that history will not praise what has never happened, but the significance of this killing cannot be described by the history written by ordinary people. It is destined to be a secret that belongs to this world and must be forgotten.

Before Tyrion's eyes, in the Titan's sealed box, the completely destroyed Heart of Darkness began to "melt" rapidly like snow falling in the sun, representing the secret of Y'Shaarji left in Azeroth. The last trace was about to be washed away, but just when the remnants of the heart of darkness were about to dissipate, the great lord suddenly narrowed his eyes. He seemed to have thought of something, so he stretched out his hand and used the last piece of wreckage in front of him The ice froze.

This thing is still useful...

If Tyrion remembers correctly, there is also an ancient ghost who wanders in Kalimdor and seeks rebirth, looking for these things. That young lady who thinks she is evil and smart may be used in the future. ...set a trap.

"You... what have you done!"

A weak soul was slowly floating behind the great lord under the support of the power of death in the Titan chamber. The soul of Benedictus looked at the treasure that the great lord had pursued all his life with painful eyes. Such random destruction made the Dark Bishop feel as painful as a thousand arrows piercing his heart.

"Oh, you're still here."

The great lord turned his head and looked at this fairly complete human soul with some surprise.

Generally speaking, the cultists of the Twilight's Hammer would offer their souls as tributes to their evil masters in exchange for some negligible power, and because of the corruption of the Old God's corrupt power, the souls of these cultists There are always distortions of one kind or another, and it doesn't look like a normal creature anyway.

The High Lord scoffs at such twisted and corrupted souls. Such low-quality souls are only worthy of being thrown into the soul furnace and burned into pure "spirits" to supply the environment changes in the dead world.

But to Tyrion's surprise, Benedictus, such a senior cultist, the No. 2 character of Twilight's Hammer, his soul is still very pure. Be human, not some bad monster.

And this means that although Benedictus shouted to worship the ancient gods verbally, in fact, this guy has never worshiped any ancient gods in his heart, nor has he dedicated his soul to any one ancient gods.

"That's kind of interesting..."

The great lord folded his arms, and the dark blue power of death surged rapidly in the space behind him. Amidst the entanglement of lines, a comfortable chair appeared behind Tyrion. He leaned on the chair, pondering Looking at the weak Benedictus in front of him:

"Your control over the power of the void did not come from the gift of the ancient gods, so let me guess, you are actually an atheist? In your eyes, the void is also a force that can be studied and controlled? So, you worship What is it?"

Benedictus is unwilling to answer this question, but as a weak soul, he cannot keep his secrets in front of Tyrion. He can only answer with difficulty:

"It's the void itself... I didn't enter this path of shadows because of contact with the Old Gods. My front half believed in the Holy Light, but the Holy Light couldn't explain the shadows behind it, so I walked between the shadows, I saw the mystery of the shadow, which is not weaker than the mystery of the holy light, not the stupid power itself, but the knowledge hidden under the surface..."

"I never got to where I am now by worshiping some stupid god."

"Ah, interesting."

The great lord snapped his fingers:

"You remind me of some people I've come into contact with... eccentric people, if what you say is true, well, if what you say is true, you foolishly seek the power of the Old Gods, trying to It is a wrong way to use the power of these minions of the void to probe into the essence of the void. The six basic forces of the stars are all pure. The void has no will of its own just like the holy light, but the creatures derived from it, those representatives But those who have their own pursuits."

"Do you understand? If you want to pursue the essence of the void, you can't follow the paths planned for you by those void creatures. Those paths themselves have evil desires from other creatures. You must first fully integrate yourself into the pure void. In... as I walk the path, and become one with death."

"I am death..."

The dark bishop looked blankly at Tyrion in front of him, and he whispered:

"Why are you telling me this?"

"It's very simple, I need you to do something for me."

The great lord rubbed the black ring on his finger, and he looked at Benedictus in front of him:

"You need a key to the right path. I will give you this key... and before you take the key, you must show your sincerity. I have no intention of making you bow to me, but I believe that in a Under the great and lofty goal, there are always some poor victims...and the most familiar with cultists is the real cultist like you."

"So, bring me Cho'gall's loathsome heads, and I'll give you the key you crave..."

"Of course, in order to show that I'm not pretending to deceive you, let me tell you a story first...a story about the ethereal, a story about...a walker from two realms..."