Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 138 46. The ultimate answer【815】

The fighting outside Treasure Island continues.

One side is gray, the other is pale.

The two forces were like a gang fight on the frozen sea, charging towards each other crazily and fighting each other with bloody and fatal blows.

Red, who rushed the fastest and fiercest, cut down a fog warrior who was roaring at him without fear of death. He turned around and saw those damn half-giants wreaking havoc not far away.

He roared and jumped up.

He held a sword in his hand and slashed with brute force. He smashed into the Kvaldir Army's battle line like a meteor. As he slashed with the sword, he fell to the ground and chopped down the two half-giants.

He himself was stabbed through by the half-giant's halberd, and his whole body was thrown backward by the huge force, hitting the ice and creating a big crater.

But after a few seconds, Red acted like nothing was wrong.

Patting the healed dry wound on his chest, he grinned ferociously, held the knife, and charged towards the half-giant in front of him again.

Pooh!

Now everyone is immortal, come on!

Let’s see who is more ruthless!

But this is only the periphery of the battlefield. The battlefield that really determines today's decisive victory is still further away.

On the deck of the Nagfar.

Habulon, the soul-drawer, withstood the full blow of a powerful Loa god, and Akunda's thunder and lightning was blocked by the death power given by Hela.

The power and destructive power of this lightning are already higher than the legendary magic, and more importantly, it comes with the divinity of Akunda.

This level of divinity may not be as powerful as the death power in Hela's hands, but it is enough to weaken Habulon, the family of the death god.

As the aftermath of the last thunder spark, like a spreading impact ring, fell on the entire deck of the Nagfar, the uninjured Hablon straightened his body and took a step back.

He could hear the wail of the Naqfar beneath him.

This ghost ship helped him withstand the force of the blow just now. The already broken hull now looked even worse.

The most terrible thing was that the white light shield in front of him that resisted Garona's fatal assassination was already covered with dense spider web cracks.

It was dilapidated.

Perhaps if it is attacked by the legendary power again, it will break into pieces.

Once the death power given by Hela is broken, he will be completely exposed to the siege of the two legends on Black's side, as well as the betrayer, who must still have some weird powers hidden in him.

Not to be underestimated!

Outside the ghost ship, on the frozen sea, in the chaotic scene of the battle between the two sides, seeing those guys hacked to death by the half-giant undead rising from death again and again, this made Habron narrow his eyes again eyes.

He realized belatedly why the traitor wanted to place the battlefield here!

This place is blessed by Bwonsamdi's divine power of death. The traitor's men are all in the form of the cursed undead. In this cursed sea, they are all immortal!

Damn it!

Was put together.

The Kvaldir Legion's greatest advantage was thus offset.

Bwonsamdi helping him?

how come!

How could that weak troll Death?

"I guess you're wondering, why does Bwonsamdi want to help me?"

Blake glanced regretfully at the silenced horn in his hand. This Akunda was really inferior. The so-called Loa god's full blow could not even break Hela's death power.

It seems that the big lizard is really weak to a certain extent now.

But looking at Habron's current state, this wave is not bad at all.

The pirate threw Akunda's horn back into his magic bag, clasped the Sankesu in his hand with both hands, and pointed the blade at the soul-drawer in front of him.

He said in the dry and hoarse tone unique to the undead:

"What's there to think about? Are the grievances between Bwonsamdi's immortal bad guy and your queen Hela still to be counted one by one?

When the two sides are not friends to begin with, old Bwonsamdi helped me bury you, Hela's lackey, on this sea. Is it any wonder?

You have been so arrogant for so long that you think the world revolves around you, right?

Such a arrogant person, running to the territory of another god of death to show off his power.

You really think you are Hela herself! My friend, Habulon, do you know how angry Bwonsamdi became when he spoke to me about you?

It made a small deal with me.

The content of the transaction is your life! "

"Shua"

Blake's figure disappeared in front of Habulon in an instant, and the shadow step fell. Among the black shadows, Sankesu, entangled in thick shadows, swung forward with exactly the same combat skills as when he destroyed Zemlan before.

The soul leader also locked on the traitor. At the same time as the shadow step fell, the war sickle in Habulon's hand was in the gap between the two, tearing a strange crack.

Purple energy surged out from the crack like tentacles, like an octopus hunting for food, trying to swallow Blake who raised his knife.

Approximate to the power of the void!

But there is a slight difference.

The pirate had seen this thing before. The moment it appeared, Blake's eyes were like a vast expanse of corroded stars in the void, and thousands of strange sounds echoed in his mind.

The soul-drawing man knew very well what effect his move would have. At the same time that the void tear appeared, he swung the soul-stirring scythe and chopped off Blake's head.

Since the curse of hell cannot take away this cunning soul, then use "physical salvation".

But he underestimated the power attached to the knife that Blake cut.

Weapon Master, Mark of Death, and bloodline bonus, this time the shadow attack brought out the roar of the violent shadow, like a shadow beast roaring and eating people!

A blow that far surpassed the legend, and had a power close to that of a demi-god, followed by the pirate's roar, and without any control at all, struck the soul-drawer on the head.

The first move is a big move!

Black didn't care that his body wanted to explode and die.

He is clear.

If Habulon is not buried here today, he is destined to die.

"No!"

The moment the war scythe and war sword weapons collided, the soul leader's eyes widened and he roared loudly, trying to stop this demigod power that should not have appeared from raging on his ship.

"哐"

The Nagfar also suffered the same fate as Zemlan's black ship flagship. The bad guy Black didn't even think about controlling it and allowed the tyrannical shadow that had been promoted to a demigod to crash in front of him.

The soul-capturing war scythe in the hand of the soul-drawer instantly shattered into ashes, and Habulon mobilized the remaining divine power of death to try to wrap the entire Nagfar's hull.

But he failed!

The out-of-control shadow broke away from the Sankesu blade and turned into a black line that cut through all things, just like a naughty child making a fierce slash on the eerie Nagfar.

When Hablon escaped from the biting shadow in disgrace, the main mast and deck of his beloved Nagfar also quietly collapsed at this moment.

One-third of the entire ship was cut open by this knife, countless wood chips and bones flew everywhere, and the thick main mast was swallowed by the shadow and turned into flying black debris.

The howl of the ghost ship echoed on the sea, and in the messy broken deck, the pirate once again lost his strength, and his muscles exploded, using the sword in his hand to support his shaky body.

Amid the constant vibrations of the Naqfar, he raised his middle finger toward Habulon with malice. Still making a mouth shape in the destructive swing of debris flying everywhere.

"You're done!"

The soul attractor stood up from the completely destroyed stern of the ship with a cold expression. The crimson robe on his body was in tatters, revealing the gray-white dead body below.

There was a shocking scar on his chest, which was opened by Sankesu.

The most important thing is that the divine power of death that was originally able to form a cracked shield in front of him was completely shattered by Blake's completely unreasonable slash just now.

The pale divine power of death shattered into light spots like fireflies, wrapping around Habulon's body that was almost chopped into pieces, as if urging the soul attractor to leave.

However, Habron's eyes fell on the deck of the ghost ship that was completely cut open.

Anger flashed in his pitiless gray eyes.

Ever since he followed Hela and betrayed the glorious guardians, this ship had been with him. In that dirty and ruthless gray hell, this ghost ship was like his only home.

“I have seen countless worlds swallowed up by the flames of the Creator, and the people in those worlds disappeared forever before they could even utter a cry of grief.

The entire planet went from birth to destruction in just a blink of an eye.

But from beginning to end, I was never moved by it. I had no feeling at all about it.

Until I knew the real doomsday and fell into your world in a daze of losing hope, Hela told me that she had a way to change that ending. She showed me another possibility.

I fell into death with her.

Those curses gave me emotions, and I viewed them as a disease.

but now.

Blake Shaw!

You piss me off.

I don't enjoy this anger, this ugly emotion makes me feel sick, just like you!

Now, I will use this power that has been hidden for countless epochs to completely destroy you! "

Habulon stood at the stern of the boat with his bare hands, his body changing, and light pouring out of his tattered body, like a lamp being lit.

On Black's side, the old mage Merry Winterwind also appeared next to the pirate in the light of teleportation. He saw the secret in Habulon's broken body at a glance.

When the soul-drawing man's body was chopped open by Sankesu, no blood flowed out of the wound. Instead, there was light, light like the broken sea of ​​stars.

Sparkling like stars.

It was as if Habulon's dead body was just another piece of "clothes."

The only purpose of its existence is to help him hide his true form.

"I shattered his divine shield and cut through the legendary body he used to disguise himself. I pushed him into the second stage. This is my limit."

Blake looked at his broken body. He took a step back, sat down on the broken deck beneath him, and said to the old mage and Garona hiding in the shadows:

"Next, it's up to you."

"What the hell is he?"

The old mage looked at Habulon's "second transformation" in front of him. He noticed something hidden and asked in a deep voice:

"Hablon is not just an ordinary soul attracter, he has another identity? How many things have you not told me? Tell me! Black, what is he?"

"Of course he is not ordinary. Do you really think Hela would casually hand over her trust to a dead, unknown Vrykul?

Habulon is an astral body!

He serves the true gods of the stars, he is the messenger to the Titans of the Pantheon and the observer of the worlds, he is the eye of the gods, the voice of the gods, and the sword of the gods. "

The pirate stared closely at the changes in Habulon in front of him. He saw the familiar shining body in his memory. It had a human-like form, but the whole body was composed of faint blue starlight.

It's like an illusory construct.

There is no face, no facial features, only white starlight condensed at each body joint in the illusory body, connected by bright lines.

It looks like a weird and sacred starry skeleton.

“They are generally very powerful, except for this one.

He knew the terrible truth, his faith was shattered by reality, and his strength disappeared.

Only then can you be seduced by Hela and fall into death together, becoming a lackey of another force. Don't be too afraid, he has not exceeded the upper limit of what you can deal with.

He is the "ultimate answer" to the countless curiosities and questions I have created for you during this long journey with you. "

Blake closed his eyes, relaxed his shoulders, and leaned against the side of the cold deck.

He said:

"He is also what I want to show you. Buang Sandy! You bad guy, come out and make a deal with me. I will give you an offer you can't refuse.

And you, too, must help me! "