Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1061 157. Faao: I will attack in the form of light casting - additional update [55]

"Quick, quick, another one has taken the bait. It's coming this way. Can you still hold on?"

In the stomach of the Ancient God, Tha'kiel held his head with both hands and placed it in front of the expanding and rotating evil energy portal. His jaw bones moved up and down, urging the smelly pirates beside him.

Blake made an OK gesture, converting the void energy into lower-level shadow magic, maintaining the operation of the portal in front of him.

Soon, a dark green fissure opened in C'Thun's stomach, and the roars of the high-ranking demon lords of the Burning Legion, who were attracted by the curse of Thal'kiel's Skull, sounded from far to near.

"Face Jaraxxus, I am the eredar king of the Burning Legion! I will turn you... ah! This despicable trap! Despicable warlock! You will... gurgling"

The Eredar demon lord who made an extremely impressive appearance didn't finish his lines before he missed the mark just like the previous demon lords who were "deceived and killed".

The whole person danced and fell into C'Thun's stomach acid, instantly splashing up the terrifying white smoke that rose when large areas were corroded.

But this demon is quite powerful.

The moment it fell into a desperate situation, it threw several evil energy shields on itself, trying to protect itself from the stomach acid of the ancient god, but soon, it saw the skeleton of the abyss lord suspended in the "lake" of stomach acid. .

The black eyes on the pale skull of the big-ass demon stared at it, as if conveying a terrifying message.

Run!

brother!

This is a trap for us to trick and kill!

But seeing that the notoriously thick-skinned demon could not resist this terrifying corrosion, the Eredar demon soon became desperate.

It cursed with the most vicious curses the stinky pirate and the "Headless Horseman" Tha'kiel who were looking down from above for fun. The two big villains were still standing on the pole of the Wolf Head, smiling and giving advice to the poor devil.

"No matter how long you hold on, it will only make you suffer more. Don't you look where you are? Are you in the mood to curse? And your pathetic vocabulary is really disappointing.

It's not as interesting as the abyss lord's scolding. "

Blake yawned, raised his voice, waved his hands and urged:

“This is the stomach of our great and evil Majesty C’Thun!

It is a nightmare place used by the terrifying ancient gods to torture their enemies.

I guess you must have never heard Lord C'Thun's name, otherwise you wouldn't be in the mood to curse us here? At first glance, he looks like an ignorant country devil!

Explode!

Explode soon, what are you waiting for? "

"This demon lord looks stupid and is really an embarrassment to the Eredar people."

Satqir next to Blake held his head and commented disdainfully:

"It's not even as decisive as the stupid Lord of the Abyss. Oh, he's going to self-destruct? It's okay. He knows how to take opinions. He has a future."

"boom"

A low muffled sound erupted in the stomach of the Ancient God again, and the scorching evil energy exploded, emitting more scorching heat and melting C'Thun's stomach acid again.

The continuous self-destruction of high-level demons also brought C'Thun's "stomach discomfort" to a limit.

As Blake watched, the ancient god's stomach wall began to curl up and twitch, as if someone had punched him hard in the stomach.

The gastric tube above the stomach has been opened, and the squeezing force makes the stomach turn upside down, spinning, and dangerous gastric acid splashes everywhere.

"It's going to vomit!"

Old man Sakir exclaimed:

"Quick, quick, seize the opportunity to throw the teleportation, or let it spit us out."

"no idea!"

Blake shook his head and scolded:

"Who does C'Thun think I am? Am I such a casual person? If it wants me to come, I will come, and if it wants me to leave, I will leave? I am not its toilet cleaner!

It wants me to leave, but I still can’t leave.

Let's just waste it here and see who can't stop it first.

You have to fight with it when you go out, why not hide here and play with it. Come on, give me a hand, let's summon a few more big demons to come over and give it a few more 'gastroscopy examinations'.

I personally found the people outside, and I know very well how capable they are.

There is no need for my help outside, I can still shine in the position that suits me. "

Having said this, the stinky pirate flipped his fingers, and the obscure Blade of the Dark Empire fell into his palm. Blake stared at the dark and filthy evil object in his hand, his eyes flashed and he said:

"It will take a few more self-destructions from the demon lord before C'Thun can enter a weak state. Only then will he enter the killing stage. Don't worry, let's take our time."

——

"boom"

A violent energy explosion exploded in C'Thun's belly again.

The ancient god, whose fallen shell had been removed, was pierced by Odin's gun. The explosion caused by the internal and external traps made the huge body like a mountain of filthy flesh tremble.

It felt like acute gastroenteritis plus the double soreness of a dentist extracting a tooth without anesthesia, which made C'Thun unbearable.

It whimpered and spat out a stream of poisonous smoke that was scorching with evil energy. Several of the tentacles surrounding it, which were like giant pythons, were no longer under its control. The eyeballs that were supposed to pierce the eyes were as dizzy as if they had drunk alcohol. Flying wildly.

"Pfft"

Another eyeball was blown out.

But it's not terribly painful.

The stinging pain like an electric shock only made C'Thun's huge mountain body tremble, and ferocious tentacles extended from the broken eyeball, and counterattacked towards the attacker.

For the ultimate creation of the power of the void, it is difficult for something like pain to cause it to retreat.

It just makes it more aggressive.

The whipping of the tentacles not only carries immense power, but also the purple-black corrupted light attached to the top of the tentacles has a heavy blow to the mortal spirit, just like an evil thing born in a contaminated nightmare.

Even a casual blow from C'Thun can shatter the souls of the strong and infuse their corrosive will into their bodies.

The Old Gods are not invincible.

But the premise is that the fearless ones who come to challenge it must have a way to protect their souls, otherwise the beginning of the battle means the end.

Their fallen bodies are only the material manifestation of disaster. Even more powerful are the souls cast by their fallen will, which are moving sources of pollution and the singularity of void in the material world.

It has nothing to do with anything beautiful.

It will only bring endless disaster.

Facing C'Thun's counterattack, the scorching silver-hand holy hammer was smashed down by the great force of the great knight Uther. It shattered the fallen objects and once again caused the resonance of the holy hammer.

It was like the scorching sword of holy light erupted in front of Uther, forming an extremely lethal energy storm.

It sweeps away the darkness around it.

But in less than two seconds, more phagocytosis darkness swarmed in. Even though the Paladin was determined, he also felt a sense of exhaustion and despair at this moment.

Holding a holy object, he fights side by side with legendary gods such as the Lord of War, and is accompanied by the Chosen of Holy Light like His Majesty Faao.

He should have been fearless in the face of any enemy, but as the battle progressed, the ancient gods in front of him not only were not knocked down by them, but seemed to become more and more courageous with every defeat.

Its weird and dirty body is swelling. Every time a fallen eyeball is smashed, tentacles will grow in place. Every time a tentacle of flesh and blood is cut off, the stripped flesh will turn into a beast of visual pollution and run rampant everywhere.

These warriors are like rocks on the endless sea, they can withstand the impact of the sea water and will not fall down, but the power of filth is like the endless sea itself, and there is no end to the battle at all.

The Holy Light is dispelling the darkness.

But there is so much darkness.

It's like falling into a cave where countless rats live. No matter how hard you struggle, you can't escape the fate of being eaten alive by the dark rats.

"You are too weak, your courage has gone out of your mind."

There is always a voice echoing in the heart of the great knight in the dark waves. Every second when Uther's will wavers, it will add prophetic evil words and ruthlessly destroy his mind.

The Sin Monument carried behind Uther continued to shine, and each flash represented a mental impact. There were already cracks in his Sin Monument, and the effect of mental protection was weakening.

The Grand Knight's sincerity towards the Holy Light has not changed.

But his movements of swinging the war hammer became slower and slower. He did not doubt the power of the Holy Light, he just began to question whether his faith could help him win.

The dark evil thing in front of me is too powerful.

Even the King of War has trouble defeating it. Does a mortal like me really have any hope of victory?

"boom"

Being distracted in battle is quite terrifying, and the Great Knight soon paid the price for it. A dark tentacle like a giant snake sprang out from his shadow, swiping and striking from behind, leaving the Great Knight defenseless.

"Uther!"

A scolding woke up the great knight. He looked back and saw that the elf warrior holding a double blade was cutting off the tentacles that sneaked up on him with continuous slashing gestures.

Fenner, who was covered in blood, panted and yelled:

"Are you okay? If not, back off! Don't get in the way. My brother has been eaten by this ugly monster for almost ten minutes! If we don't rescue him, he will turn into a smelly ancient god's dung."

"I can!"

The high knight felt ashamed for his distraction. He realized that he had been influenced by the ancient gods, and quickly checked the Sin Monument. The cracks on it shocked Uther.

He looked at Dathrohan, who was holding a sun flail and fighting against the Guardian of Truth. His comrades were also suffering from the same pressure as him.

The light on the shield of the Guardian of Truth continues to dim, representing Dathrohan's overwhelmed mind. The holy object can help him resist the invasion of corruption, allowing him to face the servants of the void without fear.

But facing the ancient gods directly is another concept.

"Retreat, mortals!"

Odin, the King of War, waved his war spear and called for divine lightning in this dark place to wrap C'Thun's body and bombard him. Amidst the roar of thunder and lightning, Odin yelled:

"Your minds are already overwhelmed, but because of your assistance, I have knocked the ancient god into weakness. This is its last struggle. Leave!

You honor yourselves and your Light, and you are not afraid of the name of warriors. "

"Kacha"

The splash of cracks in the Sin Monument made Uther feel frightened. He swung his war hammer to smash the Eye of Darkness flying in front of him, and rushed to Dathrohan's side.

The latter's sin monument was broken even more seriously than his.

The great knight helped his comrades to retreat back. Their eyes were full of unwillingness, but they knew that they could only become a burden if they continued to stay here.

"Your heart is already dead, but you don't know it yet."

C'Thun's whisper rang in the ears of Uther and Dathrohan at the same time.

The faces of the two great knights turned pale, like some kind of corrupt law, causing their hearts to stop at the same time.

Their bodies swayed and fell forward, but the next moment they were supported by two arms that were lingering with light. At the moment of contact, warm power was poured into the bodies of the great knights, and the curse power on them was swept away.

It's Fao.

The holy staff in the old pope's hand was left behind. In the impact just now, his staff was broken into two halves. It was a fatal attack and may have broken several bones of the old man.

As a result, his current state is also extremely embarrassing.

He lifted his students up with his arms and helped them leave this dark place.

But C'Thun was obviously unwilling to give up his prey.

In the buzzing and rolling of the sound of darkness, the screams of the souls, like the screams of thousands of people, converged on the exhausted human warriors.

The Thousand-Eyed Demon will use this attack to defeat the humans in front of him, capture their pure souls, and make them become believers in the void like Cho'gall.

It knew that it would be difficult for it to survive today in the face of the King of War's attack and Black Shaw's vicious tactics.

But as long as the seeds of will are left behind, there is still hope for one's continued existence.

Just like the Void Essence Xal'atath's survival, although it will experience miserable defeats, at least there is a possibility of a comeback in the future.

Of all the people present, only the three in front of him were the most suitable to be his carriers.

Faced with the waves of chaos coming from behind, Faao's eyes widened. He reached out and grabbed the Guardian of Truth in Dathrohan's hand, protecting his two disciples in front of him.

A warrior-like roar sounded, golden fire burned on the Pope, and the robe of the old man who always treated everyone gently was set on fire.

The light-cast patterns on his body are shining, no longer suppressing the unfolding of the holy halo.

The beating flames circled around the holy shield. With Fa'ao as the center of the circle, a bright golden arc spread out and collided head-on with C'Thun's fallen impact.

The golden and black lights intertwined, collided and shattered, causing the old man's pale hair to fly back as if blown by a strong wind. In the roaring golden storm, he maintained a guarding posture with a shield and shouted loudly:

"Evil! I have thought about the meaning of the light that gave me the power of lightforging.

I once thought it was a divine blessing, but it wasn't until I came here and saw with my own eyes the dark form of you, the enemy of the Light, that I truly understood the will of the Light.

It wanted me to be reborn stronger, hoping to see a stronger leader to lead the people of light through the mire of darkness. I question whether I am worthy of this blessing, but I will not live up to its power.

In the name of Holy Light!

You will receive justice! "

For the first time, Old Man Faao unleashed the full power of the Lightcaster.

He seemed to be a golden sun shining in this dark place. The blessing from the divine source made the old man almost melt into the light.

He's not a very aggressive person.

But at this moment, like a spellcaster throwing out an attack, he raised his left hand, held it in a warhammer posture, and struck downwards. The scorching power even forced Odin, the King of War, to avoid his attack.

And the idiot Finna stared dumbfoundedly at the earth above her head that was pierced by the holy light falling from the sky. The golden light pillar like a meteorite fell from the sky, just like a terrifying giant cannon roaring and hitting C'Thun's huge fallen body.

The huge mountain of filthy bodies require almost no aiming.

The full blow from the Lightcaster was like a judgment falling from the source of the Holy Light, enveloping C'Thun's filthy body in the golden sun.

Its radiance was so powerful that Fenna couldn't look directly at it. She covered her eyes and exclaimed that she was invincible, while thinking about whether it was too late for her to switch to a paladin now?

This old Faao man was forced into a desperate situation, and the explosion of light casting was a bit powerful!

I don’t know if I can learn this ritual myself? Moreover, old man, since you are so good at fighting, you should have told me earlier. If you break out earlier, my stinky brother won't be eaten by C'Thun.

"Ouch"

The lightcaster's full blow made C'Thun feel an absolute crisis, and in the desperate struggle, a full-screen mental impact broke out again. This time the impact was at least three times that of the last time.

Fenna, whose energy was aroused, used her double blades to protect her body and was rolled backwards, breaking the pillars of the temple with a bang.

The stupid warrior touched his head and tried to shake his head to calm down, but he saw the weak posture of old man Faao being supported by the big knight and retreating.

Hey, what!

It turns out that the powerful beam of light is a one-time desperate skill?

Forget it.

No more.

Just continue to be a warrior honestly.

Fenna blinked her eyes and looked at C'Thun, who was lying down like a mountain of flesh as his whole body was burning and was cut by Odin's lightning piercing. She roared and got up, carrying the Ashbringer and rushed over.

She wanted to open this guy's belly and rescue her stinky brother.

Hello!

Hold on, stinky brother, sister will rescue you right now.

Don't be digested by the stomach acid of the big monster. This is a way of death that no one has ever heard of. It's so embarrassing. Besides, I'm not a soldier who is smart enough to sew your broken corpse back up piece by piece. ah.