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"as you wish!"

The huge dark titan (Azeroth is smaller than the earth in proportion) roared and rushed towards Fisher.

The golden sword in Fisher's hand soared to a length of tens of thousands of meters. The blade tore through space and latitude, and drew a slash.

The golden psychic blade hit Sargeras, creating a huge wound on the opponent's body. Shining scorching energy spewed out from the wound, but Sargeras didn't notice it, and approached Fisher closely. After that, a punch was thrown out, and Fisher, who was smashed, stepped back.

"This is not your war, why do you want to intervene!"

"Because I am condemned to sin!"

Fisher swung his spear and sword in unison, stabbing, hacking and slashing, knocking back Sargeras and inflicting several wounds on his body. Although Sargeras had no weapon, his body was here, punching down, shocking Fisher was dizzy, and cracks appeared on the surface of the avatar of the golden armored warrior.

However, these cracks were quickly repaired. As a Super Xel'Naga who inherited all the Xel'Naga's essence and inheritance, Fisher now doesn't even have to think about whether he will die. Lying in the void for 30 to 50 years, although Mr. Sa's attack is enough to kill a passing Aman'Thul, but it is still far from killing him!

Unlike Sargeras, the wound Fisher inflicted on him was not deep, but his life essence kept losing, and the power from the void hindered the healing of the wound, and even tormented him like a gangrene. Moreover, Fisher pulled out a holy light from time to time, not to heal himself, but to heal Sargeras.

This is very uncomfortable. After choosing to fall, Sargeras has completely missed the Holy Light. The Holy Light of Fisher can instantly pull Alsace, who has become the Meow King, back to the paladin, and use it to scald him. President Sa bared his teeth.

Knowing that he might lose if he continued to fight, Mr. Sa tried to destroy the core of Fisher's avatar. As a result, the body of the evolution of the flame hammer was empty, because there was no core at all, and it was condensed by Fisher's psychic energy. Sargeras punched down and made a wound comparable to the Great Rift Valley in East Africa, but it healed in a blink of an eye.

And Fisher saw the opportunity, pierced Sargeras' abdomen with a sword, and then pierced Sargeras' knee with his spear.

With a cry of pain and cosmic shock, Fisher twisted the spear, and forcibly broke one of Sargeras' legs.

Like magma, the titan's blood spewed out and fell into the interior of Azeroth, and finally rained magma on Wyrmrest Temple, so the trembling guardian dragons hiding in the temple lost more than half of their mouths in an instant , Sargeras' blood is extremely poisonous to them, and they will die if they take a drop of it!

Mr. Sa, who had a broken leg, was even more annoyed. Once, he urged his life force to repair his limbs. On the other hand, he counterattacked Fisher even more frantically. He was stabbed in the waist. He knocked Fisher away, and was about to pull out his sword. Slashed back, but the next second, the blade caught an empty space.

Looking at the great sword inserted in his body, but he couldn't touch the real sword at all, Sargeras was really a little shocked.

"What kind of magic is this?"

"It's just a transformation between the subspace and the real space. You're also the boss of the Burning Legion, don't you understand?"

"Puff..."

Mr. Sa, who was stabbed in the waist and broken by Fisher before, didn't cry out at this moment. The blood quickly condensed into a dense meteor shower and hit Fisher on the opposite side, and then Fisher Pulled Aman'Thul over and stood in front of him.

The All-Father, who was sprayed by Sargeras, ran away with a look of disgust, and looked at Fisher with resentful eyes while running, but what could he do? He can't beat Sargeras, let alone Fisher.

Sargeras, who was hit by the sword, only felt blackness in front of his eyes, and he was a little powerless, but he still cheered up and tried to fight Fisher to the death, and the next second, his right leg disappeared again. fly.

Master Fei, who was determined to give Mr. Sa a pedicure until he died, started to attack the bottom lane, and he didn't want to defend. Let him fight. Now the two of them are just opening the blood tank to exchange blood, and Mr. Sa can't replace Fisher.

The legs were cut off again and again, and repaired again and again. Finally, Mr. Sa couldn't bear it any longer. He clung to Fisher's body and tried to grab Fisher's neck with his hands, but instead Fisher grabbed him. Diandian opened his wrist, and then was caught on the shoulder armor and lifted up.

"This time, it might hurt a little!"

Fisher grabbed Sargeras, fixed him, and then directly opened Sargeras with a half-charged main cannon shell.

"you!"

Looking at the Supreme Glory that appeared at an unknown time, Sargeras knew that he had completely failed this time, and that the Titan would also die, but he never thought that his own death would be smothered by his opponent like this.

"no way!"

Sargeras, whose heart was inexplicably ignited, roared and stimulated every bit of strength in his body, his whole body began to turn blood red, and then he exhausted his last strength, dragged his remnant body, and rushed towards the Titan of the Pantheon hiding aside .

"Don't come here!"

Aman'Thul looked at the crazy Sargeras, his beard was almost frightened, he and the titans behind him continued to attack, trying to stop Sargeras, but the opponent was determined to pull back, then Afraid of being beaten and scarred, the goal has not changed.

Aman'Thul tried his best to force Sargeras to pause, but the explosion was unstoppable. Although the self-destruction of the Dark Titan was not as good as a star, there was still a huge shock wave, pushing the entire imperial fleet out. Because of this, Azeroth also shifted a little bit.

As the shock wave dissipated, the seriously injured Aman'Thul appeared in tears. Although Sargeras' self-destruction did not take him away, it took away one of the weakest Titans in the Pantheon, and the rest were all Injured, missing arms and legs.

Although these can be repaired, for them now, they don't know how long it will take.

The Pantheon has no power now, and the surviving Titans need to cultivate and take care of Azeroth. It can be said that the era of the Titans is over.

"Then what's next, Your Majesty?"

After returning to Azeroth, Fisher changed into a nightgown and lay leisurely under the World Tree listening to a ditty. When the Prophet asked him about his next work arrangement, Fisher raised half of his body and pushed the sunglasses away.

"After fighting for so long, of course it's time to play music and dance!"