Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The weird ethereal spirit exhaustedly dragged the elf war sword and disappeared into the dark door it opened. Its spirit seemed to be affected, and it kept mumbling to itself that it had made a terrible mistake. Crazy again.

But Mograine understood the ethereal words.

His expression changed drastically, and he did not leave but quickly chased after the bodies of the killed shadow guards.

The closer he got to the core area of ​​the Seat of the Triumvirate, the more terrifying the void impact the Archbishop endured. When he walked along the void-strewn ruins to the inner layers of the palace, he once again heard the song of darkness that had confused him before.

The singing has not disappeared!

It was simply suppressed by another, more ferocious Will of the Void.

And when Mograine withstood the double impact of his soul, he climbed over the collapsed palace wall that had been completely shrouded in substantial shadows and entered the deepest part of the ruins. He glanced at the pit below and then stood there blankly.

"Oh my god, holy light, what on earth is this?"

The well-informed Archbishop witnessed the sun being destroyed by demons during the Star Wars, and also saw complete stars falling apart before his eyes.

He has seen a world wiped out in an instant, and he has witnessed the evil deeds of the Legion wreaking havoc across the stars.

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

Below, the solid darkness was tumbling, and a huge creature with an unclear shape was curled up in it.

Its tentacles penetrated deep into the ground and penetrated the entire ground of the Triumvirate. The previous weak earthquake was caused by the twitching of this thing.

Just its exposed body is as big as a hill. It seems that the strange virtual spirit who just kept saying that this terrifying thing is about to start devouring the world is not lying.

Judging from the dark power it displays, it may really have the ability to devour the world.

Mograine knew that he was standing on the body of this giant. But no matter how hard he blinked or rubbed his eyes, he couldn't see the true face of what was hidden in the darkness.

His attention soon aroused the vigilance of the obscure will in the darkness. When the ground collapsed, an obscure tentacle shaped like a shadow sprang out, rolling up the archbishop and lifting it into the air.

"Don't look! Close your eyes!"

A familiar voice sounded in the ears of the Archbishop who was about to call the Holy Light for a decisive battle. Mograine suddenly opened his eyes and exclaimed:

"Blake? Is this you? How did you become like this?"

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

Black tried to say something in a helpless voice, but after the shaking of one of his tentacles caused another earthquake, both the pirate and the archbishop fell into a strange and awkward silence.

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

"Oh, who am I kidding?

Okay, okay, this is me.

It seems that I underestimated my own strength growth. I originally thought that it would take some time to truly become a demigod, but I didn't expect that I got too close to the Holy Land of the Void and got into a fight with a fool, which accidentally allowed me to break through the shaky body. 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.

Once I get used to this new power, I can turn myself back into that handsome and dashing pirate.

But I warn you, Archbishop.

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

Amidst Black's threatening voice, a spiritual power that was ready to go out approached Mograine, and the Archbishop could feel the weight of the dark power that was not being unleashed.

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

But when he was pulled close to Blake by the black tentacles, he received the void protection of the Thousand Tongue Demon, and the impact of the strange dark song on the Archbishop's spiritual level was quickly weakened to the afterglow like the waves on the water.

Of course, being too close to a real ancient god still made him tortured by thoughts of truth, but Mograine had already made a Sin Monument for himself when he was in Azeroth. Although he was far away from the stars, the Sin Monument Still working.

This allowed the archbishop to barely hold on.

He looked at the fallen body twisting and rolling in the darkness in front of him with a shocking attitude, as if watching the terrifying birth of a world-devouring beast.

"I swear in the name of the Holy Light, I will not talk nonsense about what I saw."

He made his promise and then asked in a low voice:

"Does such a gesture really have no impact on you? Can you really return to human form?"

"Hey, who are you looking down on?"

Blake "twitched his lips" in the darkness.

This slight movement immediately caused violent vibrations in the entire ruling body. With his current appearance in the abyss, a slight change in posture would create a geographical disaster in place.

He finally understood why the Titans built strong cages to imprison the ancient gods. The sheer physical strength of these guys was simply ridiculous!

But that's really not what Blake wants.

No one knows the huge disadvantages brought by a huge body better 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 who walks in order and chaos at the same time. In addition to the 'overly generous' blessing from the void, I also have the gift from the Force of Life. Although it is obvious that there is some imbalance now, it doesn't matter.

Short-term equilibrium can still be achieved. "

Blake, who had been "crying out about his ugliness", hid in the darkness and whispered to the Archbishop in a bored voice:

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

Well, it seems that it was left to my fishman servant to maintain and wax it. I don’t know if that guy wiped it clean for me. "

As Black cheered in surprise, a tentacle covered with dark spikes curled up into a fist in front of the Archbishop, and began to slowly accumulate power as the ruins of the entire seat of the Triumvirate shook.

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

"Go, find Benbolba, and bring him to me. Don't disturb other people! Especially Little Star. I don't want her to see my bad state.

This will seriously damage the image of a perfect hero in a girl’s mind. "

"Wait! You don't mean to."

Seeing the tentacles clenched into fists hitting him, Archbishop Mograine screamed:

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

"boom"

In the loud collision, Archbishop Mograine felt like he was hit head-on by a steel chariot traveling at top speed.

His whole body turned into a "baseball" that was knocked away in the holy light package. He traveled three times the speed of sound at the moment of starting and was still accelerating.

Even the light-forged body couldn't withstand such a "violent teleportation". If Mograine hadn't opened the holy shield with quick eyesight and quick hands, the impact from the Thousand Tongue Demon just now would have been enough to shatter him into pieces.

In the Archbishop's elongated scream, he was like a golden meteor streaking across the sky of Macaire, crossing the entire earth in just a few seconds and slamming hard on the mountain on the edge of the Mystic Academy. , a herringbone was dented into the solid rock, and it was difficult to escape under the splash of bricks and stones caused by the explosion of holy light.

Mograine glanced at the tattered armor on his body.

He really wanted to give the Demon of Thousand Tongues a fierce middle finger, but the extremely high self-morality of the Archbishop of the Holy Light Legion made him hold back this inappropriate action.

Thinking back to the terrifying impact on his will when he just witnessed Black's abyssal appearance, the Archbishop immediately stepped forward to find the little fishman Benbolba.

The Archbishop is not an ignorant man.

When he faced the Demon of Thousand Tongues just now, he could feel that the pirates were trying their best to suppress his void field, only to surround the seat of the Triumvirate with the corrosive power of the void impact. God knows how long he could hold on?

If it drags on for too long and the dark majesty of the Ancient God breaks out, the whole of Mac'Aree will be doomed.

Moreover, the crazy and strange ethereal spirit told him that the purpose of Blake's ancient god form was to devour Argus, a world where star souls exist.

I simply didn’t dare to think about this issue in detail, it really made my head feel chilly.

On the other side, after driving Mograine away, Blake moved several of his eyes in the darkness, looking at himself with an attitude of mourning more than death.

Frankly speaking, the abyssal appearance of Blake, the ancient god, is not ugly, at least it is much "slender" compared to the "traditional form" of the ancient god.

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

Probably because the pirate has been consciously imagining his appearance as an ancient god in his mind, but was listened to by the Will of the Void.

He will now be in a "lying" posture in the large pit opened by the explosion of the void in the seat of the Triumvirate. His body has been stretched very long. His torso alone is fifty or sixty meters long, including the tentacles straightened out. It is estimated to be nearly two hundred meters.

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

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

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

The pirate didn't even create a magic mirror to look at himself, so what's so cool about that? It looks like there are seven big and small eyes alone. How can it still look good?

He was really afraid that he would cry because of his own ugliness.

But it's not all bad.

After truly giving birth to the Abyss, the pirates' mastery of the power of the void once again reached a new level.

At this moment, he felt that the pure void energy was pouring down from the invisible lightless sea. He was like the sea eye of the material world, taking over those dark and dirty powers, and then conveying them to everywhere he was in the form of breath. .

His thinking has been greatly expanded, and time that was originally invisible has become clear. He can clearly feel the existence of the river of time, and those complex and obscure magic principles can be integrated in his mind with just a few moves. Through.

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

He can perceive the truths that exist in all things in the world and smell their fragrance. He can come into contact with them and try to deconstruct them, integrate them, and learn from them.

The various knowledge about arcana that he crammed into memory from Dean Lanyue has also been deepened into a deeper understanding. 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 Macaire's existence, and those originally invisible mortal thoughts seem to have materialized.

Blake felt that as long as he wanted to, he could pull those "heart strings" at will and make them into a mess according to his own ideas.

Or something a little rougher!

Using your own huge thoughts as a pushing force and pushing hard on those entangled heartstrings, you can create a "spiritual storm" that directly affects the soul.

This is not his limit.

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

But Argus is the holy land of the evil force. Even if Black truly gave birth to the Abyss, he would still be suppressed in this place.

He didn't want to alert the enemy yet, so he was consciously controlling the flow of his huge tidal thoughts.

The brute force of this ugly body is also very huge. Just moving a tentacle at will can crack the earth under its feet. Blake can feel that as long as he is willing, his tentacles can extend all the way down and take root in the heart of the world.

Of course, Mac'Aree's situation is special. If he goes all the way down, he will only pierce the earth's crust and plunge his tentacles into the fel magma below.

After all, the world of Argus has entered its final doomsday. It has been occupied by evil energy as its own domain. Even an ancient god cannot devour the world through traditional corrosion methods.

In such a world, pirates have awakened the form of the abyss, and also clarified the advancement path of the ancient gods. Compared with the "career plan" of the ancient gods of Azeroth, Black has opened another hellishly difficult career. career.

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

"It's too ugly. This is not the same as the beautiful ancient god I want!"

The pirate's heart was howling, and his thoughts turned into physical mental shocks rolling outwards, causing the still-living but completely crazy shadow guard ethereal spirits in the ruins where the ancient gods were to hold their heads and scream miserably. Howling, they were hacked to death one by one by the Double Realm Walkers, giving them a merciful death.

After being so crazy for several minutes, Blake sighed for the umpteenth time. He first calmed down the mental storm he had caused, and then moved the tentacles of his lower body to stand up from the ground with his slender and weird body.

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

He also shaped a hood on his head to cover his head, allowing a faint purple light to cover his face under the hood.

But the tentacles sprouting from under the broken edge of the void cloak extended like a swarm of dancing snakes in the power of the void, 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 Triumvirate. The figure that was darker than darkness protruded a lonely back in the shadow.

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

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

The mysterious and chaotic sea of ​​stars in the past also reflected a different kind of charm in the eyes of Blake, who is now "brightly imaginative".

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

But he was too lazy to do that.

He just stared at the shining stars in the sky, letting the dim starlight project on himself.

"The only good news is that Xal'atath will definitely be ecstatic about my pregnancy. I have become an ugly monster, and no other woman will compete with her to compete with me."

As the void cloak he shaped for himself floated, Blake thought in amusement:

"She might let me have sex with her in this form. Well, it feels bad just thinking about it."

PS:

If you can't imagine it, just search for "King in Yellow" and imagine that the cloak is purple and black, which is probably the image.