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"Let's get rid of it, and do it together when Angers is lying down!"

Hybrids do have superior and ordinary abilities, but they are also "dead leaves" in the development of this world. The root cause is that many of them don't think they are human beings, but they think they are the new dragon clan who are superior to others.

The Henkel group is like this, and the secret party is not much better. Since it is a disgusting trouble, let's take this opportunity to cut it off.

"I will hack into the underlying data of Norma and EVA." With an arrogant and malicious smile

"But since they like to play viruses so much, let them play enough. By the way, the two chicks under Brute Fury lend me a little something for them to do."

"Go find him yourself."

"Are you kidding?" Arrogant pouted

"That bastard is not in this world now!"

"Hope he doesn't pee his pants in front of the Dark Titan."

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Chapter 8. Antorus? The Burning Throne

This is a standard demon world.

The hollowed out sea was filled with misty fel energy, and the almost completely eroded atmosphere also showed the frightful green color of fel energy. The sky has only this radiance of miserable destruction, and even the stars are shining with the light of fel destruction.

There is no life on the barren land, only demons born from sucking evil energy. They don't need to eat or drink, their existence is sustained by fel energy, and they are born by fel energy.

Apart from demons and fel energy, the most pervasive thing in the world is the soul——the ubiquitous soul furnace is placed in many corners of the world, and countless souls are thrown into it, burning up in screams and wailing Exhausted, turned into energy and flowed into the boundless throne.

Yes, the throne of Noda that stands in the center of the still-turning planet.

Is that a minaret? Or is it a castle? No, it is an incomparably huge throne covering half a continent, hundreds of thousands of square kilometers.

Antorus the Burning Throne

Even among the realms, its name is also fierce, and it represents the core and crown of the Burning Legion that destroyed thousands of worlds. More importantly, there exists the true master of the Burning Legion.

Fallen Titan Sargeras.

This world, burning and howling with fel energy, is the crown world of the Burning Legion, Argus, the base camp of the Legion.

Ever since the eredar clan dedicated their home planet to Sargeras thousands of years ago, this world that hosts the star soul has been the undisputed core of the Burning Legion.

At every moment, countless souls are thrown into the soul furnaces all over Argus. The extracted fel energy was fed into Argus, and the corrupted baby titans were forced to use their own power to revive the demons who died in battle in pain.

This is why the demons of the Burning Legion are endless. Their death will not fall into the Shadowlands, but will go to Argus to be reborn, and then go into battle again.

However, although Argus is the undisputed crown world of the Burning Legion, there are not many legion forces stationed here.

Even the two leaders of the Burning Legion, Kil'jaeden the Deceiver and Archimonde the Polluter, do not stay in their hometown most of the time.

Because they need to lead the legion to conquer the undefeated world, and most of the time, they are unwilling to stay in the homeland they betrayed, listening to the endless pain of the star soul.

But that's okay isn't it? Even without the Legion, the world has the Legion's most powerful patron—who can do anything while Sargeras is here?

The turbulent fel energy vortex was opened in Antorus' teleportation hall, and the door that swayed like water waves tore apart the gap between space and space, and a huge figure with bat wings on its back walked out of the teleportation door.

A beautiful eredar female demon with blood-red skin and wings on her back greeted her, her graceful figure is charming even if she turned into a demon, her attractive little tail is dotted with black gems.

"Tichondrius? Why are you here?"

Hasabel, a member of the High Council of Eredar and the portal master in charge of all the portal transportation hubs on Argus, looked at the visitor and asked suspiciously

This damn cunning dreadlord should now be heading to Azeroth under Lord Kil'jaeden's orders?

Tichondrius didn't speak, just walked out of the door, and Hasabel immediately saw his broken wings and body - and the figure walking out from behind him.

"who?!"

Hasabel shrieked and showed his sharp claws, and following Tichondrius out of the portal was a figure several times taller than the abyss lord, wearing a black and shabby robe, but the evil energy aura emanating from it made him Hasabel felt a familiar sense of dread.

"Tichondrius, you dare to bring outsiders into Argus?!"

Hasabelle screamed at Tichondrius in what was undoubtedly a betrayal. Don't think that those who play with evil energy among the stars are all members of the legion. The treacherous behavior of the Dread Demon King is afraid that his master will not be able to protect him!

"I can guarantee that your soul will be taken out by Lord Kil'jaeden and fed to those two dogs!"

Hasabel's voice was extremely excited. She is from the Kil'jaeden camp. Of course she is very happy to kill the number one Dreadlord under Archimonde's command.

"Please stop your groundhog screaming, lady of the eredar."

There was a steady and heavy sound from the figure, and when he lifted the hood, Hasabel almost died of fright

"Sa, Lord Sargeras?!"

Hasabelle's screams resounded through the portal hall, even if she was killed, she would never have thought that she would see Sargeras

In fact, Hasabel only saw Sargeras once, and that was when the Fallen Titan profaned and mastered Argus with great power. At that moment, Hasabel will never forget it for the rest of his life.

The giant in front of him, not only in appearance, but also in the smell of evil energy is exactly the same as that of Sargeras, the raging evil energy sprayed violently like the wrath of the planet!

But - no!

Hasabel quickly realized that this guy is definitely not a fallen titan!

It was impossible for Sargeras to remember the names of Eredar other than the two giants. The fallen titan spent most of his time fighting in the void, and the Burning Legion was just a tool for him.

And if he spoke disrespectfully to Sargeras, she would definitely be burned to ashes as soon as she showed her face!

"I am not Sargeras."

The black giant sprayed with fel flames said in a deep and slow voice

"But I'm going to see him—eredar, I command you to open the portal to the Burning Throne!"

The turbulent and destructive evil energy crushed down, Hasabel trembled all over, and Tichondrius next to him trembled so much that he was about to fall apart.

Not only is he afraid of the huge power of this dark giant, he is even more afraid of the secrets this guy knows!

"I think Kil'jaeden would be very willing to hear about your relationship with Emperor Denathrius."

It was this sentence that made Tichondrius dare to take him to Argus at the risk of being tortured forever.

"No, it's impossible!" Hasabel screamed and refused against the opponent's huge and destructive evil energy

Death is not scary, this is Argus, if she dies, at most she will go back to the soul furnace to reshape. But if the internal and external cooperation opened the portal to the Burning Throne, her life would really be gone!

"You may not understand that I don't need your permission..."

Accompanied by a cold and deep voice, a bone-chilling spiritual force pierced Hasabel's spiritual world like a knife, and the demon's strong spirit was defeated in less than five seconds under the huge pressure.

Hasabel's body uncontrollably picked up the halberd he used as a key, inserted it into the keyhole that had hardly been inserted and turned it. With the sound of the machinery turning, the shining green fel energy gathered to open a portal leading directly to the Burning Throne.

"No!!!!"

Hasabel screamed in fear and pain, but the door had already been opened by her own hands. All the eredar demon could do was stare at Rage with resentment, and shrieked

"You'll be torn to shreds by the horrors there!!!"

Fury didn't pay attention to her meaning, just looked at Tichondrius next to him, and said lightly

"Lead the way, stoneborn. I don't want to meet those crazy saboteurs. I hate trouble."

"I don't know the way!" Tichondrius replied without tears

"Then you'd better use your ability to recognize the way." Fury mentioned that the Dread Demon King was thrown directly into the portal, and then he himself stepped into the real core of the Burning Legion.

Hasabel was limp and gasping for breath as if she was exhausted. Before she could recover, a huge crimson phantom appeared behind her.

"What's going on, Hasabelle? Why the emergency signal?"

The majestic projection of Kil'jaeden the Deceiver is like a mountain, wrapped in flames, with huge wings covering the sky and the sun, and the cunning voice that conceals destruction and madness, with obvious dissatisfaction and coldness.

"Ki, Lord Kil'jaeden!" Hasabel was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and said in a crying voice

"The traitor Tichondrius has brought people into the Burning Throne!"

"Tichondrius? A traitor? Interesting..."

Kil'jaeden was not angry, and even found it very interesting. He didn't care about the traitors under Archimonde taking outsiders to the core of the legion.

Many people think that Kil'jaeden is a subordinate of Sargeras - this statement is not accurate, he and Sargeras are more of a partnership relationship, Kil'jaeden dedicated his homeland, and Sargeras Si promised him that bright future.

Kil'jaeden didn't really care much about the legion's many affairs, just like he knew that the Nathrezim guys had some inexplicable relationship with the Shadow Realm, but he still didn't care about it.

"Tell me, what kind of guy is that traitor carrying?"

Kil'jaeden lifted Hasabel's jaw and smiled maliciously

Even he has rarely entered the core of the Burning Throne. Because in that temple, there is an extremely terrifying guardian.

Even Kil'jaeden didn't dare to shake his edge. If Sargeras is the strongest in the Legion, then that guy is the second strongest in the Legion, the second-in-command of the Burning Lord!

No demon can survive his wrath!

...

"Here...is the Burning Throne."

Suspended establishment and endless sea of ​​flames, where the materialized evil energy is transformed into the purest energy of entropy and destruction. Relying on this raging sea of ​​destructive flames, floating on top of this is the Burning Throne.

It does not exist here on Argus, but among the stars of the Twisting Nether, the demiplane closest to the essence of fel energy, and the closest to the Void stronghold.

Tichondrius stood in fear in the burning throne. Unlike most of the Legion's architectural style, the architectural style of the Burning Throne is an out-and-out Titan style.

Every part of the huge palace is even and equal, and every corner is full of beauty called 'balance' and 'order'.

The corners of the building glow with a dark golden light, the statues depicting the scene of pain are inlaid with gems of concentrated fel energy, and the roads leading to any area breathe the entropic flames of the fel essence, noble, holy, ancient, order .

This place seems to be modeled after the legendary Titan's Pantheon, only darker, more restrained, full of suffocating majesty and oppression.

Even though the fury controls Sargeras' body, it can barely feel that this is a relatively normal building after such a huge giant's body is magnified.

However, Tichondrius, who first faced the huge demon body of mortals, is as small as Beverly who has penetrated into the kingdom of adults.

But compared to the size, it is undoubtedly the 'residents' of the Burning Throne that scare the Dreadlord even more

As the true stronghold of the Burning Legion, few demons have ever set foot in this majestic throne.

If I have to say it, only the Witch Council of Destroyer who is responsible for torturing the souls of his Titan brothers for Sargeras exists in the first part, and in the area leading to the burning temple and the soul of the world that leads to the real core, except for the two giants of the legion Outside, no demons stepped in.

It's not that there are no idiots who don't know how to live or die, there are many such mindless people among the devils. But even if there were demons powerful enough to touch the Burning Templar, none of them came back alive.

Other demons don't know what's in the depths of the Burning Temple, but Tichondrius, as the first lord of the Dreadlord and a spy of Emperor Denathrius, knows nothing more than what's in the depths of the throne up.

All the idiots who broke into there, no matter who they were, were all torn to pieces by the flaming giant sword that burned the sky, whether it was soul or body, they were all directly annihilated in the universe.

"I advise you to turn back now and don't seek death!"

Tichondrius turned his head and growled at Fury, his clenched claws pierced deeply into his palm, but he didn't seem to know the pain

"You want to find Sargeras, but you have no chance of seeing him! You have to get past the guy before Sargeras, the guardian, the real lieutenant of the Dark Titan!"

Some people say that the symbol of the Burning Legion is a ferocious demon, but only the great demons are very clear that even the two giants, including all demons, are just cannon fodder for the Burning Legion.

The true power of the Burning Legion is the unrivaled Dark Titan, his lieutenants, his Guardians, and... the Dark Pantheon, which is about to be reborn from the darkness.

For Sargeras, who has assembled this power, demons are just dispensable cannon fodder. Demons have always been just tools for the Dark Titan, just useful tools!

"I thought you Stoneborn would only be in awe of Denathrius?" said the furiously cheerful and malicious impersonator Tichondrius

"As discussed before, our infiltration behavior in the disordered plane is extremely smooth. It is not pleasant to devour evil energy, but it is all necessary for the plan. The deception you set will be in the future. To achieve results in an era, we will continue to serve as your invisible hand, and we will erode every foolish faction that invites us to join them-this seems to be what you said?"

"Shut up?!" Shocked and angry, Tichondrius screamed and threw a swarm of revenge bees towards Fury, but was burned by the fel flames around him before he could get close.

These dreadlords have incomparable admiration and loyalty to the great king Denathrius who created him. The cunning Nathrezim are actually the most loyal race in the world.

But that doesn't mean they won't be afraid of other powerhouses. They might be able to despise the Titans with their own provocative successful examples, and they also know better that they have no ability to really despise the Titans.

"Little bat, I know what you're thinking. I'm not interested in the master behind you and the bald man he's working with."

Furious grabbed Tichondrius, who was struggling constantly, and smiled ferociously

"But I think someone will be interested. You are also a good bargaining chip for me."

After all, under the wailing of Tichondrius, the flames of fel energy scorched his body and soul. The number one dreadlord under Archimonde's command was as pitiful as a chicken whose neck was strangled.

Wrath walked the path of burning flames, into the heart of the burning sanctuary, the great platform that floated at the entrance to the endless void.

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