Chapter 982 37. The Prophet and the Demon
"boom"
Prophet Velen, who fell from the three-story high platform, fell to the ground in embarrassment. He stretched out his hand tremblingly, pulled out the death blade stuck in his abdomen, and threw the blood-stained sharp blade aside. Flowing in his body, the originally strong and gentle holy light could not heal his wounds.
But this pain could not affect Velen's sanity. He rubbed himself up and propped himself up with the staff of the Redeemer in his hand. The traitor who stabbed him and drove him into this darkness...
On the top of the seat of Naaru, Velhari was also looking at the Prophet, those memories of the past, the tragedy of Tymor City when it was destroyed, she frantically searched for survivors in the ruins, and in the end she could only hug The despair of the shattered corpses in the raging, those children who should have a happy future, their cold corpses, the dim eyes that have lost all hope, those hellish scenes.
Those experiences were tumbling in Velhari's heart. All of that may be the doomed tragedy of the Draenei, but the prophet in front of him also has an unshirkable responsibility.
"You are a good man, but you are not a good leader..."
Vihari, who has experienced the real hell, shed tears at this moment, not because of being moved or the joy of revenge, but simply sad for the tortures his compatriots have experienced, and despair for those he has experienced However, people who believe in revenge will not be relieved after completing revenge. After the most intense emotions in her heart are finally released, the will that supports her to continue living like a pillar also shatters at this moment.
She burst into tears like a weak girl, but forced herself to stand there, watching the final curtain of the Prophet.
It's not just, it's even a bit unreasonable, but this is a woman's revenge, you can't expect a woman who is about to be driven crazy by a cruel life to be so rational.
The Seat of the Naaru, which was originally filled with holy light, has become dim and hazy amidst the surge of evil energy, just like a dark hell, and those treacherous things that Velhari did to the Prophet were also suppressed by those around him. The Chosen of the Holy Light who came with her saw it, and these loyal followers of the Prophet let out angry cries. They used the weapons in their hands to repel the demons, and then rushed towards Velhari with the same hatred.
Vehari didn't care about the warriors surrounding her behind her, she didn't care.
"Stay away from her!"
A yell sounded from the shadows around the seat of the Naaru. Accompanied by the yell, hundreds of black-clothed agents rushed out from the open portal. In the process, under the leadership of the blood watcher, he rushed into the positions of those chosen by the Holy Light, and began to fight with them, driving them away from the devastated Velhari.
"Judging by your expression, today is not going well, Miss Vihari?"
The shadow of the deputy director of the Dark Blade Intelligence Bureau came to Vihari's ears with a teasing voice. The high-level agent in uniform and mask walked forward with a sword handle at his waist. She took out a knife from her pocket. A handkerchief, handed it to Vihari, then patted the shoulder of the younger sister, and whispered comforting words in her ear:
"Don't worry, life is like this, everything will get worse!"
"That's not like comforting words!"
Vihari wiped the water stains from the corners of her eyes, she looked at the Prophet in the darkness below, she whispered:
"I've done everything I need to do. I don't want to stay here anymore. I want to go back to Draenor and spend the rest of my life in a place where no one knows me, or just work as a civilian in the base camp."
"Everything is done? Are you sure?"
Shadow looked suspiciously at Vihari beside her. She rubbed her chin with her black-gloved fingers, and then asked playfully:
"If you're telling the truth, why does your voice tremble so much?"
"Because, I'm about to kill a really good person, right here..."
With his eyes closed, Vihari said to Shadow in a bleak voice:
"Just now, that tortured woman, that sad and pitiful Vihari, died. She completed the last thing she was obsessed with, and then I killed her with my own hands. Everything in the past, those hatreds, those stubbornness , will completely dissipate with Velen's death... I believe that you have done so much, you are destined not to let him live again, right?"
"Yes, the Prophet is doomed to die today."
Shadow looked back at the electors of the Holy Light who were overwhelmed by the Dark Blade agents. The golden light and shadow illuminated this dark place like a lamp in their counterattack, which represented that the plan of "the Holy Light will be extinguished" finally came true. Walked into the final stage without any risk.
She stretched out her hand, wrapped her arms around Verhari's slender waist, and whispered to the non-staff agent:
"Very well, since you have broken the shackles of the past, you can continue to live in Shatar City with your new identity. Director Maiev and I both expect you to do this, so you'd better not let us down... .Remember why you hate Velen so much, remember what kind of suffering Velen's cowardice has brought to you and your people, and you don't want to become what he used to be in the future."
"You can go now, we will take care of the rest."
Shadow stretched out her hand and straightened Vihari's messy clothes. She hugged the draenei agent recruited by her to the Dark Blade Intelligence Bureau for the last time, and she patted Vihari's back lightly. , said to sister hoof:
"Goodbye! Tyrant..."
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"Ah, noble Velen..."
In the dark hall at the bottom of the Naru Seat, the prophet who fell here also encountered trouble. He heard the mournful cry of Naruvolos. Although he was also severely injured, the prophet still gritted his teeth and leaned on his staff. He walked towards the holy platform where Volos was, but the moment he stepped out of the darkness, accompanied by the screams of the gears and the magic engine, and the vibration of the earth, a hideous magic machine painted in red A, moved out from the direction of the altar, blocking the eyes of the prophet.
This super-large machine made of evil-forged steel is full of a violent and dark style. It inherits the brutal style of Legion creations. In addition to the thick and sharp steel claws, there are several nozzles that can spray pure evil flames. , and this machine has obviously undergone a special transformation. During its movement, the highly corrosive demonic energy dissipated on the ground, polluting the holy land where the naaru was located into a place of fel energy.
The connection between Naruvolos and the Holy Light in Shatar City was blocked by the interference of this dissipated evil energy, so that the weak Naru could not draw power from the original Holy Light, and a huge amount of evil energy in the surrounding air During the escape, Volos's shining body was being infected bit by bit.
"I finally waited for you!"
A hoarse voice full of undisguised hatred and hostility came from the cockpit of the fel mecha. In Velen's vision, he could see that in the cockpit, a man with red skin , wearing a distorted mask, the bare-chested eredar demon general is driving this evil weapon, destroying the last hope of the draenei.
This made the Prophet feel unspeakable anger.
And the anger of the prophet seemed to be sensed by the eredar general who was driving the fel mech. He took a step back while manipulating the evil weapon. Under the glare of the prophet, the evil weapon sprayed out from the jet tube behind him. A dark green scorching flame came out, and the weak Naruvolos on the holy platform behind was surrounded by the fel fire, causing the naru to groan in pain again.
"Listen! Your naaru is screaming, it's dying..."
General Lakish, who was manipulating the fel mecha, looked at Velen in the darkness in front of him. He knew that it was his father, and the same blood flowed in his veins. He looks old in the middle, but from his face, one can still see his appearance when he was young. That face is very similar to the current General Rakish.
However, the eredar demon general didn't feel any joy in his heart, he didn't have any excitement about reuniting with his father, and he didn't have any warm words to say to his father.
When he saw Velen, all that shone in Lakish's heart was the scene of his poor mother calling his father's name alone when she was dying. Lakish hated the man in front of him. Before, he was the one who abandoned his youngest son and his seriously ill wife, and it was Velen who coldly left their mother and child in the world of Argus to die!
Kil'jaeden was right, his father, Velen, was never a respectable man, he was just a sanctimonious coward! His bloodline brought only shame, but no glory!
"boom"
The anger in Lakish's heart was rolling, he manipulated the fist of the mecha, and slammed it hard on the crystal wall of Naaru Seat, amidst the sound of the crystal shattering like glass, he shouted in a voice full of hatred arrive:
"But no one can save this pathetic jigsaw puzzle, not even you! Velen...you have failed your world, you have failed those who expected of you, and Kil'jaeden is deeply saddened by your departure , You betrayed him! You betrayed your brother! You should have stood with him, no matter what is in front of you! You should have faced him! You coward!"
The voices of the eredar general that Velen had never seen made the prophet's expression change slightly at this moment, and Velen realized that the demon who had never seen his face before him seemed to know a lot about him.
"Is this what Kil'jaeden told you?"
Velen was leaning on the staff of the Redeemer, and he was talking to the demon general in front of him in a deep voice, delaying time.
There was something wrong with the dagger that Velen used to stab him. The power contained in the dagger was extremely cold. After entering the body, it was like a spider web, tightly locking the connection of the holy light at the wound of Velen, and let the The holy light in the prophet's body became very obscure. Under such circumstances, it was not a good idea to fight the fel mecha in front of him.
Velen had to break through the shackles of death in his body first, so that his power could flow again, but this was not an easy job, he needed some time.
"Tell me! Devil, did Kil'jaeden tell you all this?"
Rakish did not answer, and the Prophet's voice became deeper:
"You are an eredar, demon. You should have experienced the tragedy of Sargeras washing our Argus with fel energy. Kil'jaeden told you that I ran away cowardly, but did he tell you that back then, It was the lie that he and Archimonde coveted the power promised by the Dark Taita that Argus took the initiative to open the door to the depths of the stars..."
"Dark green destructive evil energy surged from the star core of the world of Argus, and the power from the dark titan tore apart our world, turning our hometown into a hell full of demons, and Kil'jaeden and Archimonde called that kind of destruction a "blessing"! They want me to accept that "blessing" with them! They expect me to become a demon with them!"
Velen raised his head, the divine light shone in his eyes:
"He called me a coward?"
"When faced with the arrival of the Burning Legion, he groveled, and I chose to continue fighting! Who is the real coward? You were deceived by him! Demon, you were deceived by your master! He is always so good at deceitful, just Like now, he used a clumsy lie to send you here to die..."
A ray of holy light slowly lit up in Velen's palm. The Prophet narrowed his eyes, sensing the holy light flowing again in his body. He looked at the fel mecha in front of him, and said softly:
"Go back, eredar, while you can!"
"Turn back?"
After listening to Velen's explanation, Lakish looked at the triangular holy light emblem that slowly emerged behind Velen, which represented that the power of the prophet had been restored, and the scorching holy light made Lakish feel a strong emotion. threats, but he didn't care.
The demon let out a deep and desolate laugh, and he manipulated the fel mecha to raise his hands, as if surrendering.
"Okay, okay, I admit defeat! I'm leaving now..."
"But before I leave, I have one last thing to do..."
Under Velen's gaze, he backed away slowly until he was close to the weak body of Naruvolos. The next moment, Lakish manipulated the fel mecha, overloading all the power in the engine, and on the dark green Lightning lingered, and with a sound like glass shattering, Volos' body of light was smashed to pieces by the fel mech.
"No!"
Amid Velen's angry roar, Lakish turned his head, and the eredar general let out a lunatic laugh:
"Ahahahaha! To hell with the Holy Light you depend on for a living! Velen! You ridiculous leader! You are a stick full of lies! You failed father!"
"Afterwards, only you, me... and hatred remain."