Stormwind God

What to use to describe it is that on a bad road that can pop out a few pieces of gravel at any time, driving a sports car that speeds up to 300 kilometers per hour, holding the steering wheel in one hand, sticking out of the window with one hand, and then complete the standard in an instant In the sense of the needle lead.

This is not a matter of pretending to run.

One can't make it, and he blows up his own soul in a minute, and even Karazhan, even half of the Elwynn Forest and the Twilight Forest will suffer.

Duke gritted his teeth vigorously, and then embroidered on the grains of rice like an ultra-micro carving method, carefully controlling the system spirit to inhale the body and purify the already pure elements.

Based on arcane art, with flames and frost as branches, and sacred, shadow, and thunder as auxiliary, high-speed separation of debris is expelled from the body while further integrating magic.

Carefully compressed, wrapped them by his own consciousness, and guided them to the place where he needed under the guidance of his spirit. At the same time, every bit of magic was branded with the soul of his own Duke.

This is a very fast process. It is obvious that magic is infiltrating 100,000 pores above and below the body, but with the help of the system wizard, Duke seems to have divided his soul into 100,000 parts, each of which handles his own independently. Work filtration, purification and sublimation.

The soul was in pain.

The pain that is beyond the limit of the physical body is not the pain that any type of anesthetic can suppress. Because in a sense, Duke is abandoning the human body and transitioning to a spiritual body that is almost elemental.

It hurts!

It hurts!

Heartbreaking!

The skin is so cracked!

The feeling of being torn into millions and then ground into powder almost broke Duke.

But the moment when all the pain reached the extreme, suddenly all the pain disappeared.

In its place, it is a sublimation.

The whole soul is fluttering, and at his feet, it seems that there is a colorful blurred world, and is opening a door that belongs to him only.

"Come on! Welcome, our new companion!" Said a confused neutral voice in common language.

The six elements hovered behind Duke with a six-pointed star position.

The soul slowly descended, and the next moment, Duke felt that some unimportant memory seemed to be asked if he could read it. Duke agreed subconsciously.

Immediately afterwards, a magnificent palace appeared.

It was a Gothic-style palace, similar to the landmark landmark Notre Dame de Paris in the history of European architecture on Earth.

The first thing that caught my eye was the towering spire, whose facade is unique in style, rigorous, and looks majestic.

It is longitudinally divided into three large sections by pilasters; three decorative strips divide it horizontally into three sections, of which there are three recessed door openings at the bottom.

Above the doorway is the so-called 'semi-semi-gallery'. There are large-scale deities such as Cenarius the **** of the forest and Malorne the white deer.

Higher up is the ‘True God Hall’. There are obviously six statues. The only thing Duke can tell is the goddess of the moon, Ksune and Ksune, and the rest are a vague landscape.

The huge and luxurious lintel opened wide.

Duke strode in.

The landscape in front of him made Duke feel a little bit stunned.

The inside is more like a semi-circular theater, and the front position is obviously true. Duke, as a new demigod, can only be in the outermost circle.

Duke didn't mind, following the guidance of his soul, he found an empty spot.

He is not surprised why a large temple was empty because he saw a huge illusory existence beside his position. The existence, which is both true and false, seems to be false, and seems to be a real sleep.

Even in this life, Duke did not directly contact this one, but he recognized the goods as the demigod Cenarius, which should have been made by Roar Lord, based on the green appearance of the opponent.

Duke frowned slightly, he walked around the huge Cenarius, and when he came to his place, a throne of elements with six colors rose naturally, putting Duke's body up On the throne.

At the same time, Duke saw his name in the cymbals.

It's like a pen sticker used by elementary school students. It's an empty name. It has only edges and no connotation, and it is not far from Duke's chest.

With Duke's finger, the six elements are automatically condensed on the finger in proportion. Duke filled in with his name with a finger pen. That illusive frame, like the dirt absorbing rain, absorbed Duke's name into it.

From a spiritual perspective, Duke can feel the magic in his body disappearing at a rapid rate. At the same time, stirred by magic, it seemed like a chaos with six colors in his own spiritual sea, very unclear!

Gradually, slowly, Duke recognized, that was the divinity he had absorbed into his body. Under the scour of high-purity magic, the six deities are combined into one, blooming with the light of life.

Chaos was washed away constantly, and the divinity in perception became clearer.

The imprint of the former master in the divinity was separated at this time and attached to the new soul name.

Blue arcane.

Red flame.

White frost.

Golden sacred.

Black shadow.

Purple Thunder.

The combination of the six colors quickly formed a rainbow, following the actions in Duke's hands, setting and qualifying in Duke's soul.

This is Duke engraving his name in the heart of the world.

It is also Duke who is shaping his demigod soul, which is a super soul that is much higher than ordinary souls.

Duke's magic and soul power were continuously consumed at this high speed.

If the quasi-demigods generally don't have enough savings, the power might be exhausted, and then all the gods will be destroyed on the way to impact the demigods.

But Duke is not an ordinary demigod. Since he chose a more complex divine structure, he also has a wider source of divine power.

He could even clearly feel that on the two continents of the Eastern Kingdom and Kalimdor, if countless mages, priests, druids, and shamans supported him, they duly supplemented Du with their overflowing magic. Consumption in grams.

Similarly, in the elemental world of fire, in the elemental world of water, there are also good magical supplements.

Of course, as the core arcane magic, Duke can only rely on Karazhan's reserves. It was Karazhan who accumulated accumulated energy from void and alien space for countless years.

Suddenly, Duke saw a vague figure. Despite the vagueness, he still recognized who the other party was!

"Medical?"