Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 218 37. I will pardon your sins with a sledgehammer

When all abyssal creatures were shaped, they were born with the consciousness of abyssal corrosion.

Their existence itself represents the distortion, containment and transformation of all things by the void. All void creations, including flesh and blood deformities, shadow demons, Krasis, faceless people, and Kexier, rarely have a normal form.

They love the forbidden eyeball, the tentacles are ecstatic, and they prefer the shape of insects and fish.

The tail is necessary.

As for the backward and normal organ like the hand, it is absolutely not necessary for them.

But this rule is embarrassing in this situation, brother.

How do you play guessing boxing without hands?

By idea?

"whoosh"

Bu Laike played stone this time.

When the divinity of the Hand of Destiny turned into a group of illusory boulders that were constantly rotating and smashed hard on the dark soul, the body and soul of this void thing simultaneously let out an angry roar and roar.

It fell into a trap.

But it was powerless to resist.

"Don't struggle, it's as easy to play guessing games with a guy like you as it is with some blue tanuki with four-dimensional chrysanthemums.

I can win with my eyes closed! "

The pirate looked up at the cracked ugly soul, and said:

"I really suspect now that the divine power of destiny left behind by this unknown loa was born to deal with you void creatures.

According to the rules of the game, any race with a higher IQ than the feet may be counter-killed.

But only Tianke you.

It’s almost as if they are deliberately targeting you.”

The pirate raised his left hand, and in the third round of the game of finger-guessing, he threw the cloth of fate, wrapping Dark Souls.

It's like launching a sandstorm funeral.

When Bu Laike's five fingers closed, the screaming dark soul was compressed and twisted bit by bit, and was torn apart by one-tenth of its volume again under the squeeze of the strange divine power.

"Seven more rounds. Enough for me to tear you into pieces that mom doesn't even recognize."

Bo Laike raised his left hand and looked back at the old lich, he shouted:

"Merry, do you want to come and play with me?"

"Just enjoy yourself."

The old Lich was expressionless, and refused with a blank expression.

He has been very indifferent to these weird and funny operations that Bu Laike, a stinky pirate, will do.

This club has no intention of joining the "happy" guessing game, but instead focuses all its attention on Krasis who bound the dark cave.

In fact, the old lich is also "playing".

But the way he plays is the schoolmaster type, which is not the same as the superficial and simple game of pirates.

After completing the Ascension Ritual and transforming himself into an eternal Lich, he gained new powers from the gift of death.

Now the time is too short to use this power familiarly, and this near-immortal abyss monster with void power in front of him is just for practice.

With the blessing of this idea, the old lich played a "two-line operation".

Holding the Atiesh staff, maintaining the shackles of the ice chains, while calling death and withering, it constantly created death rifts around the huge body of Krasis.

Shocking blue energy erupted like a fountain.

Every time the body of the abyss creation is washed, a part of its huge limbs will be wiped away like a rag, which is the aspect of all life, representing the devouring and scouring of death.

These creatures of the abyss were born in the darkness and grew up in the corruption of the void.

But they are still twisted beings.

Since it is life, it can be attacked by death.

The scene in front of me is extremely evil!

Dathrohan, the great knight holding the steel sword Stromkar, put the steel sword across his body, taking a defensive posture in the bloom of the holy light. But right now, there is no need for him to go forward to conquer.

Just hold the relic of Emperor Thoradin and protect the old mage who is casting a spell.

He looked to the left.

The old lich is torturing Zakaz's fallen body with the force of death.

The faint blue energy wrapped around him makes one's hair stand on end at a glance. The abundance of yin and cold not only acts on the body, but also freezes the soul.

The big knight's armor was covered with black frost, so he moved away from the old mage.

He looked to the right again.

The pirate Bu Laike over there held a buckler in one hand and kept waving various gestures with the other.

Every time the guessing game ends, that weird and hideous soul, like twisted flesh and blood covered in dark mud, will be torn off a large piece.

Those torn souls will be devoured by the cursed scythe placed at his feet.

In this dark cave, one can still vaguely hear the low-pitched laughter and contented whimpers of the devil, full of evil.

This caused the sincere great knight to have an illusion for a while.

He himself does represent the force of justice to fight against the dark things, but the two around him are not partners of justice.

Right now the scene is more like a "civil war between evil and evil".

The frost of death swayed by the old lich and the purple mourning soul entwined around the pirates made the two of them more like the dark walkers in the stories and legends.

He is a golden paladin, it is too out of tune to stay here.

"Gloomy despair marches in the abyss They curse the world where order is crumbling. Come help me! Come help me."

General Void, whose body and soul were tortured at the same time, finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Zakaz realized his weakness, and it was impossible to deal with these people in front of him at the same time, so in a low, sneaky and weird roar, he opened the purple-black shadow door with difficulty.

Amidst the frenzied roar of a murloc, the sound of a large group of strange things rushing through the water resounded in the underground cave. It was the call of this unfavorable abyss creature.

It wants to call those creatures who are hidden deep in the underground dark world and serve the god of curse to the battlefield in front of them.

"Evil! Never try to succeed!"

The big knight, who was watching the show on the sidelines, was even a little bored. When he saw the door of shadows open, he immediately regained his spirits.

His eyes lit up, he held a sharp steel sword in both hands, and strode forward, radiating the holy light all over his body, wanting to fight the evil, so that he could win the victory in this dark place for the holy faith.

But just when the Holy Light Movie Emperor took three steps forward, and was about to swing his sword at the twisted flesh and blood that rushed out in front of him, a hot and huge flame of holy light rose from the temple outside the cave.

The flame was like a rising sun.

The moment it was swayed into the dark place, it illuminated every place in the underwater cave. The light was so scorching and dazzling that the great knight stretched out his hand to cover his eyes.

A rude yell came from the pirates who were playing a game of finger-guessing.

The shadow power around him was instantly dispelled.

The old lich was even worse.

Clutching his burnt body that was constantly emitting white smoke, he staggered back a few steps, waved his hand and threw an ice storm at himself, which extinguished the golden flames burning on his body.

With the opening of the Shadow Gate, those flesh and blood monsters howling into the material world were completely engulfed by this scorching light, like a flame burning through the barren land, leaving only ashes to fall.

In the cave, the creation of the abyss, the general of the void, Zakaz, the slayer of the ancient gods, let out an earth-shattering roar.

pain!

It seems to go back thousands of years ago, to the battlefield with Tyr, the God of Courage.

It's as if the gods who have fallen here have reappeared on the land of the material world again.

With inexhaustible burning courage all over his body, with an iron will that will never be defeated, he has crossed the endless sea of ​​time and come to execute the final judgment on evil!

"Do not!"

Zakaz roared out a voice of despair amidst the burning of the golden flames.

"Cool!"

Like a forbidden duet.

While the creation of the abyss was roaring, the pirate Bu Laike, who was chasing the shadows, also leaned on the hand of death and waved his thumb to the temple behind him.

before his eyes.

In this dark temple that has been sealed for tens of millions of years, Alonsus Faol, a bad old man, is standing in a piece of holy light that seems to be real.

His hood had been burned away, revealing his white clerical robes, and his long beard waved in the light.

The waist is very straight.

Floating in front of the left hand is a heavy war hammer, shaped like a scroll.

It has a clenched fist symbol in its center.

Waves of pure to the extreme holy light, like beating lightning, radiated power from the warhammer, and poured it into the old man.

On the outside of his robe, mysterious and beating runes were shaped, as if a layer of armor of holy light had been shaped for him, and golden wings spread out behind the old man.

On his head, there is also a golden halo.

There is also a flash of light in his eyes.

Let the human Pope come to the place of despair like a golden god at this moment, to call out the light of hope and wipe out all evil.

handsome.

Really handsome.

This strange scene represented that the legendary priest finally reawakened this divine weapon tens of thousands of years after the deity fell with pure holy light.

"whoosh"

The hook and lock thrown by the pirate caught on the stone pillar of the temple, and the figure of Bu Laike was like a flying bird, passing across the light-filled land lightly, and lightly landed beside the Pope.

"Your Majesty, your work has been successfully completed."

Bu Laike stretched out his hand and put it on the two-handed war hammer that was floating in front of him, and said to the Pope of the Holy Light who was posing in the holy light beside him:

"You can go."

"kuang"

The pirate's voice just fell.

A sound that made everyone's hearts tremble, sounded above the cave.

The eyes of the remaining three looked up, and the rock formation at the top of the underwater cemetery, after losing the support of the holy hammer, could no longer withstand the heavy pressure of the lake above.

Under the action of water pressure, a black crack is rapidly shattering along the stone wall.

And the icy water also spewed out from the crack.

It's going to collapse here.

"Meili, take the two of you away, don't worry about me, I have my own way to escape. This valley is about to collapse, take them as far away as possible!"

Bu Laike held the golden warhammer that was shining like a scorching sun, turned it around in his hand, and clasped it in his hand with a very standard posture.

He stared at the abyss creation that had been weakened to the extreme, and said to the old Lich:

"I'll finish the rest!"

"hum"

At the same time that the old lich's teleportation technique was activated without hesitation, the pirate's shadow step was activated.

Like a light in the dark.

When he appeared next time, he had landed on the ugly head of the creature of the abyss.

At this moment, the pirate, like a standard Holy Light movie king, was shining with golden light all over his body, and even had golden wings shining behind his back.

The expressive power and light and shadow effects are directly full!

"kuang"

The scorching sledgehammer smashed Zakaz's big eyeball, and the place where it fell was like a raging flame, smashing a third of the head of this extremely weak and ugly thing.

In the next moment, his figure flickered.

In the entanglement of light and shadow, the killing feast was launched.

Holding the big golden hammer head, while the mountain wall above his head was completely shattered, and the heavy and cold water collapsed, he dragged the figure of the streamer hammer and danced up and down around the body of Krasis.

The hammer in Bu Laike's hand hummed.

It roars.

After these ten thousand years, complete what its master has not done!

Although it is not a god holding it, it is even incompatible with the power of Tyr, the god of courage.

But at this moment, the artifact of the Silver Hand, awakened by a legendary priest again, still opened its power to Laike without reservation.

In the flowing water flowing down, thousands of stars appeared on the dilapidated body of the abyss creation.

It was like being in a golden holy flame, finally incinerating it and all the distortions and corruptions it symbolized, in the last moment of the cursed life to be ended.

It raised its head, and with the only remaining dim eyes, it looked at the water flowing above its head, and from that water, it saw the new world thousands of years later.

The mission of its birth is to drag the world into despair.

but.

There is no chance of that again.

(end of this chapter)