Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1655 23. Where? Make an appointment for plastic surgery, the urgent kind

The weird Void Spirit exhaustedly dragged the elven battle sword and disappeared into the dark door that he opened. Its spirit seemed to be affected, and it kept muttering to itself that it had made a terrible mistake. Crazy again.

But Mograine understood a few words of this ethereal.

His complexion changed drastically, he didn't leave but quickly chased after the bodies of the killed shadow guards.

The closer to the core area of ​​the seat of the governing group, the more terrifying the impact of the void the archbishop endured. When he walked along the ruins all over the void to the inner layer of the palace, he heard the dark song that confused him before again.

The singing is not gone!

It was just suppressed by another, more vicious will of the void.

And when Mograine, withstood the double impact of his mind, climbed over the collapsed palace wall that was completely shrouded in substantial shadow and entered the deepest part of the ruins, he glanced at the deep pit below, and then stood there dumbfounded.

"My God, by the Holy Light, what the hell is this?"

The well-informed archbishop witnessed the sun being destroyed by demons in the Star Wars, and he also saw complete stars crumbling before his eyes.

He has seen a world wiped out in an instant, and he has also seen the evil deeds of the Legion destroying everywhere among the stars.

But nothing could bring him such shock and shock as now.

Below is the solid darkness tumbling, and a huge monster whose shape is not clear is curled up in it.

Its tentacles penetrated deep into the ground and pierced through the ground of the seat of the governing group. The weak earthquake before was caused by the twitching of this thing.

Just its exposed body is as big as a hill. It seems that the strange Void Spirit just said that this terrifying thing is about to start devouring the world is not a lie.

Judging by the dark power it exhibits, it may really have the ability to devour the world.

Mograine knew that he was standing on the body of this behemoth. But no matter how much he blinked and rubbed his eyes, he couldn't see the true face of the thing hidden in the darkness.

His attention quickly aroused the vigilance of the dark will in the darkness, and as the ground collapsed, a tentacles shaped like shadows sprang out, rolling the archbishop up into the air.

"Don't look! Close your eyes!"

A familiar voice sounded in the ear of the archbishop who was about to call for the Holy Light to fight to the death, causing Mograine to open his eyes suddenly, and he exclaimed:

"Bo Laike? Is this you? How did you become like this?"

"No, it's not me. What you see is just the projection of a monster in the material world from the mighty pirate's occasional nightmare."

Bo Laike tried to babble in a helpless voice, but the pirate and the Archbishop fell into an eerie, awkward silence after one of his tentacles vibrated and caused another earthquake.

After a few seconds, the smelly pirate sighed and said:

"Hey, who am I kidding?

Well, well, this is me.

It seems that I underestimated the growth of my own strength. I thought it would take some time to truly become a demigod, but I didn't expect to fight with a fool when I was too close to the Holy Land of the Void, which accidentally made me break through the crumbling Strength bottleneck.

I just said that my super strength will bring me trouble one day, alas, the prophecy of disaster has come into effect.

You wait a moment.

After I get used to this new power, I can transform myself back into that handsome and unrestrained pirate.

But I warn you, Archbishop.

Don't talk nonsense about everything you see after you go out, or I will turn you into a fool who can only drool. I can do this easily now. "

Amidst Bu Laike's menacing voice, a spiritual power that was ready to go approached Mograine, and the archbishop could feel the heaviness of the dark force that was not drawn out.

As it approached, the Archbishop's mind, blessed by the Holy Light, trembled.

But when he was wrapped by black tentacles and approached Bu Laike, he got the void protection of the Demon of Thousand Tongues, so that the archbishop's spiritual level was quickly weakened to the afterglow like waves on the water by the impact of the strange song of darkness.

Of course, being too close to a genuine Old God still made him suffer from thoughts of truth, but Mograine had already made a monument for himself when he was in Azeroth. Still working.

This allowed the archbishop to barely hold on.

He looked at the depraved body twisting and rolling in the darkness with a shocking attitude, as if he was watching the terrifying birth of a world-swallowing beast.

"I swear in the name of the Holy Light that I will not talk nonsense about what I have seen."

He made an assurance, and then asked in a low voice:

"Does such a posture really have no effect on you? Can you really return to the human form?"

"Tch, who do you look down on?"

Bo Laike "curled his lips" in the dark.

This slight movement immediately caused a violent vibration in the seat of the ruling group. With his current appearance in the abyss, even a slight change in posture would create a geographical disaster on the spot.

He finally understood why the titans had to create strong cages to imprison the ancient gods. The pure physical strength of these guys was simply outrageous!

But that's really not what Boo Laike wants.

No one is more aware of the huge disadvantages of a huge body than a pirate. As an outstanding pirate who personally killed two ancient gods, he has enough reasons to despise his current damn bloated appearance.

"I am a neutral person who walks in order and chaos at the same time. In addition to the 'overly generous' blessing of the void, I also have the gift of life force. Although it is obviously out of balance now, it doesn't matter.

Short-term balance can still be achieved. "

Bu Laike, who has been "ugly crying" by himself, hides in the dark and whispers to the archbishop in a bored voice:

"I just need to wait until the night of Mac'Aree falls, preferably with a moon. Ah, how did I forget this thing? I remember I put it in

Uh, it seems that my murloc servant has been waxed for maintenance, and I don’t know if that guy has wiped it clean for me. "

With Bu Laike cheering in surprise, amidst the shaking of the ruins of the seat of the ruling group, a tentacle covered with dark spikes curled up into a fist in front of the archbishop, and began to slowly accumulate power.

The pirate moved his mountain-like body in the shadow that covered the earth, and said to the archbishop:

"Go, find Benboerba, and bring it to me. Don't disturb anyone else! Especially Little Xingxing. I don't want her to see me in such a bad state.

This will seriously damage the perfect hero image in the girl's mind. "

"Wait! You don't mean to."

Seeing the tentacles that were clenched into fists smashing towards him, Archbishop Mograine screamed:

"Hey, I can teleport it! Don't!!!"

"boom"

In the collision with a loud noise, Archbishop Mograine seemed to be hit head-on by a steel chariot traveling at the highest speed.

His whole body turned into a "baseball" that was knocked into the air in the holy light package, and he passed through three times the speed of sound at the moment of starting, and he was still accelerating.

Even the light-forged body couldn't withstand such a "violent teleportation". If Mograine hadn't opened the holy shield quickly, the impact from the Thousand Tongue Demon just now would have crushed him to pieces.

In the long scream of the Archbishop, he was like a golden shooting star across the sky of Mac'Aree, crossing the entire land in just a few seconds and smashing hard on the mountain on the edge of the Mystic Academy , a herringbone was recessed in the solid rock, and it was difficult to escape under the splash of bricks and rocks erupted by the holy light.

Mograine glanced at the tattered armor on his body.

He really wanted to slap a middle finger at the Demon of Thousand Tongues, but the extremely high self-cultivation of the Archbishop of the Holy Light Legion made him restrain himself from this inappropriate action.

Reminiscent of the terrifying impact on his will when he just witnessed the abyss of Laike, the Archbishop immediately started to look for the little murloc, Bobo Erba.

Archbishops are not uninformed.

When he faced the Demon of Thousand Tongues just now, he could feel that the pirates were trying their best to suppress his own void field, but the corrosive power of the void impact surrounded the seat of the governing group. God knows how long he can last?

If it drags on for a long time and the dark majesty of the Old God breaks out, then the entire Mac'Aree will be finished.

And that crazy strange ethereal told him that the purpose of Bu Laike's ancient god form was to devour Argus, the world where the star soul existed.

I dare not think about this question, it really makes people feel a chill even when they move their heads.

On the other side, after driving Mograine away, Bu Laike moved several of his eyes in the dark, looking at himself with a gesture of more sorrow than death.

Frankly speaking, the abyss of Laike, the ancient god, is not ugly, at least it is much "slimner" than the "traditional form" of the ancient god.

There were no disgusting pustules or twisted flesh growing on his body.

Probably because the pirates have been consciously fantasizing about their ancient god's appearance in their hearts, and the result was heard by the will of the void.

He will exist in a "lying" posture in the big pit opened by the seat of the ruling group due to the explosion of the void. His body is stretched very long. The torso alone is fifty or sixty meters long, including the straightened tentacles. It is estimated that it can reach nearly two hundred meters.

Its upper body vaguely maintains a human shape, but the limbs have disappeared, replaced by nearly a hundred snake-like tentacles with black spikes extending from the lower body, and there is a rolling eye at the top of each tentacles.

At first glance, this looks like a deep-sea squid.

But on the other side of the slender body, there is a head that is enlarged in almost the same proportion as a human head, basically maintaining the ancient gods' tradition of "not looking like a human being".

The pirate didn't even create a magic mirror to look at himself, so what's so interesting about it? The big and small eyes seem to have seven eyes, can they still look good?

He was really afraid that he would be ugly and cry by himself.

But it's not all bad.

After the abyss was truly bred, the pirates' mastery of the power of the void has once again reached a higher level.

At this time, he felt that the pure void energy was pouring down from the invisible sea of ​​lightless, as if he, together with the sea eyes of the material world, took over the dark and dirty power, and then transmitted it to every place he was in the form of breath .

His thinking has been greatly expanded, and the time that he could not perceive before has become clear. He can clearly feel the existence of the river of time, and those complicated and obscure magic principles can be integrated in his mind. through.

He can also smell the presence of knowledge and wisdom, or in the terminology of the void creatures, "truth"!

He can perceive and smell the truths that exist in all things in the world, he can touch them and try to deconstruct them, integrate them, and learn them.

All kinds of knowledge about the arcane that was crammed from Dean Lanyue's memory has also become more rational. As long as he is willing, he can use the power of the void to simulate the laws of arcane operation.

All the wisdom in the world will be at his disposal.

And such thoughts of truth are transformed into pirates in the material world. At this time, as long as you move your mind, you can perceive every life in Mac'Aree, and those originally invisible mortal thoughts seem to be materialized.

Laike felt that if he wanted to, he could pull those "heart strings" at will and twist them into a mess according to his own ideas.

Or be rougher!

Using your own huge thoughts as a thrust, you can create a "psychic storm" that directly affects the soul with a hard push on those entwined heartstrings.

This is not his limit.

He could feel that as long as he "worked harder", his thoughts could continue to extend to the entire range of Argus, and the chaotic thinking of those demons would also be used by him.

But Argus is the holy land of fel power, even if Laike really gave birth to the face of the abyss, it will be suppressed in this place.

He doesn't want to scare the snake yet, so he is consciously controlling the flow of his huge tidal thoughts.

The brute force of this ugly body is also huge, just moving a tentacles at will can crack the ground under his feet, and Laike can feel that as long as he wants, his tentacles can extend down and take root all the way to the heart of the world.

Of course, Mac'Aree was in a special situation. He would only pierce the earth's crust all the way down, and plunge his tentacles into the fel magma below.

After all, the world of Argus has entered the final doomsday, it has been occupied by evil energy as its own domain, and an ancient god can't swallow this world through traditional corrosion methods.

In such a world, pirates have awakened the face of the abyss, and have also clarified the advanced path of the ancient gods. Compared with the "professional planning" of the ancient gods in Azeroth, Braike has opened another hell difficulty career.

This is also destined for him to revise his original plan in the world of Argus.

"It's too ugly, this is not the same as the beautiful old god I want!"

The pirate's heart was howling, and his thoughts turned into a real mental shock and rolled outwards, causing the shadow guards who were still alive but completely insane in the ruins of the ancient gods to hold their heads and let out a miserable cry. The wailing, was hacked to death one by one by the double-world walkers, and gave them a merciful death.

After going crazy like this for several minutes, Laike sighed for the countless times. He first calmed down the mental storm he caused, and then moved his lower body tentacles to stand up his slender and weird body from the ground.

He summoned the power of the void to cover his naked and weird body with a flowing broken cloak, completely covering his body.

A hood was also shaped on the head to cover the head, so that the purple light spread under the hood to cover the face.

But the tentacles growing out from under the broken edge of the void cloak stretched out in the power of the void like a swarm of dancing snakes, making the pirates seem to be living in a swarm of terrifying snakes.

He propped up his body with his tentacles, and stood in the shadow of the Seat of the Triumph, a figure that was darker than darkness protruding from the shadow with a lonely back.

To be honest, even if you don't say a word in this state, the sense of mystery and depraved majesty will be full!

The pirate looked melancholy at the starry sky under the cover of the void cloak. Even though it was still daytime in Mac'Aree, he could still see the sky full of stars above his head.

The mysterious and chaotic sea of ​​stars in the past also reflects a different kind of charm in the eyes of the "brain-opened" Bu Laike.

He seems to be able to understand the complex connections between the stars and use his newly grown, very unique thinking organs to infer future trends and developments from the astrology.

But he was too lazy to do that.

He just stared at the star river shining all over the sky, letting the dim starlight project on himself.

"The only good news is that Xalatas will definitely be ecstatic because of my pregnancy. I have become an ugly monster, and no other woman will compete with her."

In the flutter of the void cloak he fashioned for himself, Laike thought bitterly:

"She'd probably let me use this form with her. Ugh, it feels bad to think about it."

PS:

If you can't imagine it, just search for "king in yellow", and then imagine the cloak as purple and black, which is probably the image.

(end of this chapter)