Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1061 157. Faol: I will attack in the form of light casting--Jiagen【55】

"Quick, quick, another one is hooked, it's coming this way, can you hold on?"

In the stomach of the Old God, Sakir held his head with both hands and placed it in front of the expanding and rotating fel energy portal. His jaw moved up and down, urging the stinky pirate beside him.

Bu Laike gestured an OK gesture, transforming the void energy into lower-level shadow magic power, maintaining the operation of the portal in front of him.

Soon, a dark green scorching fissure opened in C'Thun's stomach, and the roar of the high-ranking demon lord of the Burning Legion attracted by the curse of Sazier's skull came from far to near.

"Face Jaraxxus, I am the eredar king of the Burning Legion! I will s...ah! This vile trap! You vile warlock! You will...grumble"

The eredar demon lord, who was extremely impressive on the stage, hadn't finished his lines before, just like the previous demon lords who were "tricked to come and kill" stepped on the air.

The whole person danced and fell into C'Thun's stomach acid, and instantly splashed a large piece of terrifying white smoke that rose when it was corroded.

However, this demon is quite powerful.

The moment it fell into desperation, it threw several fel energy shields at itself, trying to protect itself from the stomach acid of the ancient god, but soon, it saw the skeleton of the abyss lord suspended in the "lake" of stomach acid .

The black eyes on the pale white skull of the big-ass demon stared at it, as if conveying a terrifying message.

run!

brother!

This is the trap we tricked into killing!

But seeing that the notoriously rough-skinned and thick-skinned demon could not resist this terrifying corrosion, the eredar demon quickly became desperate.

It cursed the condescending stinky pirate and the "headless horseman" Sakir with the most vicious curses. The two big villains were still standing on the pole of the head wolf, smiling and giving advice to the poor demon.

"No matter how long you persist, it will only make you suffer more pain. Don't you look at this? Are you in the mood to curse? And your pathetic vocabulary is really disappointing.

It's not as interesting as the abyss lord's scolding. "

Bu Laike yawned and urged with a drawn out voice, waving his hands:

"This is the stomach of our great and evil Majesty C'Thun!

It is a nightmare land used by the terrible Old Gods to torment their enemies.

I guess you must have never heard of Lord C'Thun's name, otherwise how would you have the mood to curse us here? At first glance, he looked like an uninformed country devil!

Self-destruct!

Hurry up, what are you waiting for? "

"This demon lord looks so stupid. What an embarrassment to the eredar."

Saqir next to Bu Laike held his head and commented disdainfully:

"It's not even as decisive as the stupid abyss lord. Hey, this is self-destructing? It's okay, you know how to accept opinions, and you have a future."

"boom"

A low muffled sound erupted in the stomach of the Old God again, and the scorching fel energy burst released more scorching heat to melt some of C'Thun's stomach acid again.

The continuous self-destruction of high-level demons also made C'Thun's "stomach discomfort" reach a limit.

Under Bu Laike's gaze, the walls of the Old God's stomach began to curl up and twitch, as if someone had punched him hard in the stomach.

The gastric tube above the stomach has been opened, and the force of squeezing makes the stomach turn upside down, spinning around, and dangerous stomach acid splashes everywhere.

"It's going to vomit!"

Grandpa Sakir exclaimed:

"Hurry up, hurry up, seize the opportunity to throw the teleportation, or let it spit us out."

"no idea!"

Bu Laike shook his head and scolded:

"Who does Kesuen think I am? Am I such a casual person? If it wants me to come, I will come, and if it wants me to leave, I will leave? I am not its toilet cleaner!

It wants me to go, but I still don't want to go, sir.

Let's spend it here and see who can't spend it first.

Go out and fight with it, why not hide here and play with it. Come on, give me a hand, let's call a few more big demons over, and give them a few more 'gastroscopic examinations'.

I personally found the people outside, and I know how capable they are.

I don't need my help outside, and I still shine in the position that suits me. "

Having said that, the stinky pirate flipped his fingers, and the gloomy Dark Empire Blade fell into his palm. Bu Laike stared at the dark and filthy evil thing in his hand, his eyes flashed, and said:

"A few more self-destructions by the demon lord will allow C'Thun to enter a weak state. Only then will he enter the beheading stage. Don't worry, let's take our time."

——

"boom"

The violent energy explosion exploded in C'Thun's belly again.

The ancient god whose depraved shell had been removed was just pierced by Odin's shot, and the explosion of internal and external traps made the huge body like a mountain of filthy meat tremble.

It felt like acute gastroenteritis plus the double acidity of the dentist pulling out the tooth without anesthesia, which made Ke'suen a little unbearable.

It whimpered and spewed out a poisonous smoke full of evil energy, and several tentacles surrounding it like a giant python were out of control, and the eyeballs that were supposed to shoot at the ribs were as dizzy as if they had been drunk It seems to fly around.

"poof"

Another eyeball was blown off.

But not very painful.

The electric shock-like sting only made C'Thun's huge mountain body tremble, and ferocious tentacles stretched out from the ruptured eyeball, counterattacking towards the attacker.

For the ultimate creation of void power, something like pain is hard to cause it to flinch.

Just makes it more aggressive.

The whipping of the tentacles is not only powerful, but also the purple-black fallen light attached to the top of the tentacles hits the mortal spirit hard, like an evil thing born in a polluted nightmare.

Even just a casual blow from C'Thun can shatter the souls of the strong and infuse their bodies with corrupt will.

The Old Gods are not invincible.

But the premise is that the fearless who come to challenge it must have a way to protect their hearts, otherwise the beginning of the battle means the end.

Their fallen bodies are only the physical manifestation of disaster, and what is more powerful is the soul forged by the fallen will, which is the source of mobile pollution and the singularity of the void in the material world.

It has never been associated with anything good.

It will only bring endless disasters.

Facing C'Thun's counterattack, the scorching silver hand hammer was smashed down by the great knight Uther, smashing the fallen things and at the same time resonating with the hammer.

It was like the scorching sword of holy light erupted in front of Uther, forming an extremely lethal energy storm.

It sweeps away the darkness around it.

But in less than two seconds, more phagocytic darkness swarmed in. Although the paladin was determined, he also felt exhausted and hopeless at this moment.

Holding the sacred object, he fought side by side with the legendary gods such as the Lord of War, and beside him was the Chosen One of Faol's Crown.

He was supposed to be fearless in the face of any enemy, but as the battle progressed, instead of being knocked down by them, the ancient god in front of him seemed to become more and more courageous.

Its weird and dirty body is expanding, every corrupted eyeball is crushed, tentacles will grow in place, every tentacles of flesh and blood will be cut off, and those stripped flesh and blood will turn into visually polluted beasts and run rampant.

These fighters are like reefs in the endless sea, they will not fall down under the impact of the sea water, but the filthy power is like the endless sea itself, and there is no end in sight for the battle.

The Light is dispelling the darkness.

But the amount of darkness is so much.

It's like falling into a cave where countless rats live, no matter how hard you struggle, you can't get rid of the end that you will be swallowed alive by the dark rats.

"You're too weak, your courage is gone."

In the dark waves, there was always a voice echoing in the great knight's heart. Every second when Uther's will was shaken, it would add prophetic vicious words, ruthlessly destroying his mind.

The sin tablet carried behind Uther kept shining, and each flash represented a mental impact. His sin tablet had cracks, and the effect of spiritual protection was weakening.

The great knight's sincerity towards the Holy Light has not changed.

But his movement of swinging the hammer became more and more slow. He didn't doubt the power of the Holy Light, he just began to question whether his faith could help him win.

The dark evil in front of me is too powerful.

Even the King of War can hardly defeat it, does a mortal like myself really have any hope of victory?

"boom"

Losing one's mind in battle is a terrible thing, and the grand knight soon paid the price for it. A dark tentacle sprang from his shadow like a giant snake, waving and striking from behind, leaving the grand knight defenseless.

"Uther!"

A yell woke up the big knight. He looked back and saw that the elf warrior with double blades was cutting off the tentacles that were attacking him in a continuous slashing gesture.

Fenna, who was covered in blood all over her body, scolded out of breath:

"Are you alright? If not, step back! Don't get in the way here. My younger brother has been eaten by this ugly monster for almost ten minutes! If you don't rescue him, he will turn into a stinky ancient god dung."

"I can!"

The great knight felt ashamed of his distraction. He realized that he had been influenced by the ancient gods, and quickly checked the sin tablet. Uther was shocked by the cracks on it.

He looked at Dathrohan who was fighting against the Guardian of Truth with the Sun Flail beside him. His comrades also suffered the same pressure as him.

The light on the shield of the Truthkeeper continued to dim, representing Dathrohan's overwhelmed mind. Relics can help him resist the invasion of corruption, so that he is not afraid to face the servants of the void.

But going straight to the Old Gods is another concept.

"Retreat, mortals!"

Odin, the king of war, swung his spear and called out divine lightning to wrap and bombard C'Thun's body in this dark place. Amidst the roar of thunder and lightning, Odin scolded:

"Your mentality is overwhelmed, but because of your aid, I have weakened the ancient god, and this is its last struggle, let's go!

You have honored yourselves and your Light, and you are not afraid of the name of the warrior. "

"click"

The splash of the crack in the sin tablet made Uther feel terrified, he swung his warhammer to smash the flying eyes of darkness in front of him, and rushed to Dathrohan's side.

The latter's crime stele was broken more seriously than his.

The big knight helped his comrades back and retreated, their eyes were full of unwillingness, but they knew that staying here would only become a burden.

"Your hearts are dead, you just don't know it yet."

C'Thun's whispers rang in the ears of Uther and Dathrohan simultaneously.

The faces of the two great knights turned pale, like some kind of depraved law, which made their hearts stop at the same time.

Their bodies swayed and fell forward, but the next moment they were supported by two radiant arms. The moment they touched, warm power poured into the body of the great knight, sweeping away the cursed power on them.

It's Faol.

The holy staff in the hands of the old Pope was left behind, and his staff had been broken in two by the impact just now, a fatal surprise that may have broken several of the old man's bones.

As a result, his current state is also extremely embarrassing.

He lifted his students up with both arms, and helped them out of this dark place.

But C'Thun was obviously unwilling to give up his prey in this way.

In the humming and rolling of the voice of darkness, the spiritual screams like the screams of thousands of people gather and rush towards the exhausted human warriors.

The thousand-eyed demon will use this blow to crush the humans in front of him, capture their pure souls, and make them believers in the void like Cho'gall.

It knew that it would be difficult to survive today in the face of the strong attack of the Lord of War and the insidious tricks of Brad Laike Shaw.

But as long as the seeds of will are left behind, there is still hope for oneself to continue to exist.

Just like the lingering last days of Xalatas, the essence of the void, although he will experience a tragic failure, at least there is a possibility of a comeback in the future.

Among all the people present, only the three in front of him are the most suitable to be their carriers.

Facing the chaotic waves coming from behind, Faol's eyes widened. He reached out and grabbed the Guardian of Truth in Dathrohan's hand, and protected his two disciples in front of him.

Roaring like a warrior sounded, golden fire burned on the pope, and the robe of the old man who was always gentle to everyone was ignited.

The light-forged lines on his body are shining, no longer suppressing the unfolding of the holy halo.

The beating flames circled around the holy shield, with Faol as the center, a bright golden arc spread out, and hit C'Thun's fallen impact head-on.

The golden and black lights intertwined and collided and shattered, causing the old man's pale hair to fly backwards as if blown by a strong wind. In the golden storm of hunting, he maintained his guarding posture with a shield and shouted loudly:

"Evil! I have thought about the meaning of the light casting power given to me by the Holy Light.

I thought it was a divine blessing, but it wasn't until I came here and saw with my own eyes the dark form of you, the enemy of the Light, that I truly understood the will of the Light.

It wants me to be reborn in a stronger posture, hoping to see a stronger leader to lead the people of light through the dark quagmire. I question whether I am worthy of this blessing, but I will not live up to this power.

In the name of Holy Light!

You will usher in the ruling of justice! "

For the first time, the old man Faol unleashed the full power of the Lightforged.

He seemed to be a golden sun shining in this dark place, and the blessing from the sacred source made the old man almost melt in the light.

He's not a very aggressive guy.

But at this moment, like a spellcaster throwing an attack, he raised his left hand and slammed down in the posture of a warhammer. The scorching power made Odin, the king of war, have to avoid it for the time being.

And the idiot Fenner stared dumbfounded at the ground pierced by the holy light that fell from the sky above her head. A golden pillar of light like a meteorite fell from the sky, smashing into Ke'thun's huge fallen body like a terrifying cannon roaring.

The monstrous, filthy body requires little aiming.

The full blow from the Lightcaster was like a verdict falling from the source of the holy light, wrapping C'Thun's filthy body in the golden sun.

Its radiance was so strong that Fenner couldn't even look directly at it. She covered her eyes and exclaimed that she was invincible, while thinking in her heart whether it would be too late for her to become a paladin now?

The light-forged explosion that this old man Faol was driven to a desperate situation is a bit powerful!

I don't know if this ritual can be learned by myself? Besides, old man, since you are so good at fighting, you should have said it earlier. If you break out earlier, my stinky brother won't be eaten by Kesuen.

"Aww"

The full blow of the Lightcaster made C'Thun feel an absolute crisis, and a full-screen mental impact erupted again under the desperate effort. This time the impact was at least three times that of the last time.

Fenna, whose energy was surging, protected her body with double blades and rolled backwards, breaking the pillar of the temple with a bang.

The stupid soldier touched his head, shook his head hard to calm himself down, and finally saw the weak posture of the old man Fao who was supported by the big knight and retreated.

Tch, what!

So the powerful beam of light is a one-time desperate skill?

Forget it.

no more.

Just continue to be a soldier honestly.

Fina blinked her eyes, and looked at C'Thun, whose whole body was burning like a mountain of flesh and was pierced and cut by Odin's lightning. She roared, got up and rushed over with the Ashbringer.

She wanted to cut open this guy's stomach and rescue her stinky brother.

Hello!

Hold on, stinky brother, sister will save you right away.

Don't be digested by the stomach acid of the big monster. This is a death method that no one else has heard of. ah.

(end of this chapter)