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Chapter 245: Sarathus: In the end, it all belongs to my sister
The more tentacles there were, the higher the chance of interrupting Tyran Fordring. This forced Tyran Fordring to clear those tentacles. So he used Consecration, Shockwave, and Cleave. For a moment, Tyran Fordring was in a panic. He was even a little confused. Holy Armor and the Paladin's unique protection ability saved him.

It seems that the way to deal with him is to besiege him with powerful servants. Ordinary servants, such as the undead, are all cannon fodder. This is actually nonsense. Who is not afraid of being besieged by strong men of the same level? Apart from the great ancient gods, who can summon so many powerful servants?

N'Zoth's mentality has changed. It feels that it has gained an unexpected opportunity. That guy framed it, and the person behind it is an extremely powerful strategist. It has taken advantage of the humanity of many people. It has anticipated the behavior of so many people.

But he certainly could not have imagined that once a bronze dragon was promoted to a time dragon, it would become extremely terrifying. He certainly could not have imagined that a rebellious bronze dragon would join Tyran Fording's camp. He used the duties given to bronze dragons by the Titans and Nozdormu's stupid son to push them little by little to the opposite side of Tyran Fording, until they fought to the death.

It was even less likely that it would have expected that the extremely stubborn bronze dragons would choose to seek refuge instead of fighting back when faced with a crisis. They fled.

What it could not have imagined was that Taelan Fordring would choose to follow the advice of the high elf and kill himself alone under his own throne.

This accident made me, the great Demon with a Thousand Beards!

People, no, once the ancient gods become proud, the most troublesome thing is their mouths!
Taelan Fording did not make any sound, he just focused on cleaning up the tentacles, and changed his strategy from time to time, trying to chop N'Zoth a few times.

At this time, even Xal'atath on Tyran Fordring's waist began to feel uneasy, and her big eyes kept looking around. She was thinking whether to help Tyran Fordring. After all, he was dead now. She probably couldn't beat N'Zoth.

Pain can frighten people, but it can also excite them. Seeing the dawn of victory made Enzos excited.

"Glorious, yet terrifying..."

"Return to the great void!"

Taelan Fordring looked at the huge N'Zoth in front of him and the giant tentacles all over it.

It's time. The show is over! The four-person play is about to end!

That’s right, a play by four people.

Taelan Fording disappeared again. He came to the entrance of the palace. He swung the Crazy Dark Blade. With a sweeping attack, he killed several small eyes in front of him.

Those limbs were scattered on the ground, leaving the ground full of rotten organs. They would continue to hurt the people around them.

Looking at the wounded Tyran Fordring, N'Zoth let out a deep laugh. The nature of the void force overcame its reason, and it began to get carried away.

Being carried away by success is the instinct of all living things and the source of happiness for all living things. You can boast, I am modest and cautious and never get carried away by success. Then I can only say that you have a failed life, so you will never get carried away by success. This involves a question of degree.

"Dream with me...!"

Tyran Fording held the Crazy Dark Blade tightly in his right hand and raised his left hand. A transparent wall of holy light appeared in front of him. In an instant, Tyran Fording whispered:

"Holy Freeze!"

Snap! N'Zoth and all his tentacles were frozen by the irresistible ice.

"fanaticism!"

A fiery red halo appeared, illuminating the entire space red.

Taelan Fordring knelt on one knee.

"world Tree!"

His wings of holy light spread in the void, and a giant green tree appeared behind him. Buds grew on the tree. It quickly blossomed and bore fruit, and a broken stone appeared. It was filled with fiery red liquid.

N'Zoth's broken voice came:

"godhead?"

The shocked sound made it miss its last chance to save itself.

The Sanctuary tore apart N'Zoth's void power, and a sea of ​​holy light appeared in the sky, filled with the power of thunder and lightning. The seven-story ladder appeared again, and they quickly lit up to the highest level.

The ladder ran through Ny'alotha, and holy light shot up into the sky.

Liadrin and Solanlian, who were fighting outside, immediately knelt on one knee.

"Shameless villain! Divine punishment is coming!

Your death is imminent!"

Snap, the holy ice froze the entire Ny'alotha.

N'Zoth watched helplessly as endless holy lightning fell from the sky, and the large tentacles near the wall of holy light were hitting the wall of despair powerlessly under the holy frost.

Endless holy light lightning fell, followed by countless holy light bullets. There were thousands of tentacles here, and each of them would trigger a holy light bullet. Countless holy light bullets bloomed in the relatively small space.

N'Zoth had originally wanted to open his three true eyes and cast Mind Swirl, but now all he had were flying holy light bullets.

The entire Eternal Throne exploded.

It turns out that I was the one walking the tightrope!

His spellcasting was just for show. His walls evolved. He told himself a story. His battlefield quick wits wove a beautiful lie. His Fist of Heaven's casting buffer was very short. That time dragon must have buried something in him!

He made me think that those tentacles could control it. It turns out that the number of its holy light bullets is determined by the number of enemies around it. The more enemies there are, the more holy light bullets each Heaven's Fist will burst out. The bigger the body, the greater the chance of being hit.

It could no longer think. The explosion was over. All the eyes on N'Zoth's mountainous body exploded.

Distorted screams echoed in the void. The edge of Ny'alotha, the Awakened City, began to collapse and shatter. Many insects had already been crushed to death by the invading seawater.

Taelan Fordring rushed towards the wounded N'Zoth without hesitation.

He pulled out the evil Satanath Sacred Blade, and then mercilessly inserted it near the True Eye of N'Zoth.

The head of a cuttlefish is often between its eyes.

The Worldstone then enveloped both Xal'atath and N'Zoth.

The burning begins!

The screams of a man and a woman rang out in the void.

The difference was that the female voice was much calmer. She wasn't hurt much. She just had some of her dinner taken away from her.

Not the Last Supper.

Soon, the burning ended, and a broken void gem was collected by Taelan Fording.

Sartharion had no time to pay attention to anything else. She was concentrating on absorbing the remaining void power of N'Zoth.

Tens of thousands of years, tens of thousands of years! The endless hatred is finally coming to an end! It was its betrayal that made Yashaarj take the lead in eating itself. Now it has finally paid the price.

It was about to die completely, and the little guy was about to uproot it. But I could get its power.

"In the end, it's all mine, sister!"

(End of this chapter)