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Chapter 339: Lord of Arms: Everyone is just a part of my strategy

Everyone was shocked to hear the voice.

They turned their heads away from the fierce battle between Anser and the warden, looking for the person who was speaking.

Lord of Arms!

At this moment, the Lord of Arms had completely lost his humble demeanor. His eyes were full of light, and his voice was different from before. The devil horns on his head became more and more conspicuous. His figure became taller, casting a huge shadow that even covered half of the sky.

He was even taller than Anser and the Jailer Zoval, who had stolen much of Azeroth's power. He couldn't hide the smugness on his face. His satisfaction at having finally accomplished his goal was evident in his words.

What is even more surprising is that the Ice Queen is not the first one to question the Lord of Arms' behavior.

Christian said angrily:
"It's just as Pelagius speculated. You did all this! What on earth do you want to do? Do you also want to break through the shackles of the Eternals and become a true Titan?
That kind of thing is impossible.”

However, before He finished speaking, the Jailer's frenzied attack had paid off, because the imprisoned sword helped Him.

Anser had also come to his senses. Things were not as simple as he thought. He had just been dead for too long and had experienced too little. He was not really stupid.

"So you are also a traitor. You have all betrayed the original intention of your mother creating you."

They are all creations of Mother Gaia. They are equivalent to intelligent robots. Gaia not only gave them souls, but also endowed them with noble status and power. But they all betrayed Him.

At this time, the Jailer once again activated that powerful skill, and the ground was full of energy traps.

Anser was angry, but he still chose to prop up the Wall of Sighs to protect the people who followed him here. But his burden was too heavy. He not only had to protect the Ice Queen, but also Christian and Pelagos. Even Naxxramas in the distance.

Only a Titan like Anser can withstand this kind of consumption.

A huge amount of energy rushed up into the sky from the trap, and everyone was severely injured.

The powerful energy output made Anser dizzy. He wanted to put down Salamani King's Sorrow and use the Dark Madness Blade instead. But it was sucked into his hand. All the runes lit up. His power was madly drained by those runes.

The warden couldn't help but say when he saw Anser's expression:

"A fool still wants to help others?"

Of course, He had it even harder. Not only did He have to resist Anser's attacks, He also had to use the energy of Azerite to fight against the erosion of the strange energy in the Tomb of the Firstborn. If Anser hadn't been able to weaken this erosion, He would have had a much harder time.

"Ruthless rule!"

At this time, He still wanted to use the power of control to control Anser. In His mind, as long as He controlled the stupidest Anser, He could defeat everyone. After all, His own power had broken through the control of the Lord of Arms Rune, and now with the blessing of the power of the world of Azeroth, He also had the power to fight against the Lord of Arms.

However, the facts slapped Him hard in the face.

The Lord of Arms raised his giant hand with black nails towards the warden. Countless chains connected to the broken chains on the warden's armor.

The warden's grey eyes turned the same blood red as the Lord of Arms'.

The warden spoke with difficulty:

"No, that's not it. It can't be like this. I cut them all off!"

The military leader seemed to be in a good mood.

"Idiot, you are as stupid as Anser. You don't know what the ruling force is. It is the embodiment of soul power. It can rule over all the forces. It should be called the seventh force!"

"Everyone is a slave to desire. As long as there is sinful desire in the soul, it will always control you.

Zovar, you have never escaped my control, you are always the puppet."

The Jailer's armor also changed. He stopped channeling the Ruthless Rule and used the Punishment Rune to attack Anser, while sending out countless chains to pull Anser in front of Him.

Anser fought back hard, using the King's Sorrow, which he could not lose, to cut off the chain of oppression shot by the Jailer.

A red lightning suddenly flew behind Ansher.

Excalibur Remonia! Denathrius' voice came from the sword.

"My stupid brother. You have never been able to escape from our clutches."

"Apart from the talent you inherited from your mother, how are you better than me?

I will kill you, this fool, and then complete my mother's mission."

Anser fought back desperately. He had already waved up Salamene, ready to resist this crisis. However, the rune on the sword lit up. Anser's movements unexpectedly stopped.

Lemonia once again broke through Ansir's defense and stabbed deeply into his solid back.
Ansir's huge body fell to the ground, and Salameni fell beside him.

This sword cannot be broken. Anyone who tries to break it will die.

His powerful life prevented Him from dying immediately.

"You have failed your mother. Without me, who can resist the Void Lord who is about to awaken?"

Denathrius' shadow appeared. He held the sword:

"Brother, what do you think? Do you see the difference between you and me?
You are not fit to lead us. You are as childish as a three-year-old. You actually trusted two selfish women."

Seeing Ansher being stabbed by Remonia's sword again, the Ice Queen let out a moving cry.

"Master Bing, you are a traitor!"

"That's not the case. You lied to me. Yesterday you promised me that as long as I said nothing, you would use the power of dominance to influence Him. Let Him forget about Jaina and Sylvanas. Love only me!"

"He can only stay with me to keep the Shadow Realm going."

Denathrius couldn't help but laugh.

"How could you believe such words? Didn't I believe in Him at the beginning? But what happened? Didn't I end up like this today? It's just that I learned to hold back."

The Ice Queen asked loudly, "So it was the Lord of Arms who instigated you to kill your brother?"

To the Lord of Arms, these people were no longer important. He had already controlled Zoval and killed Anser. Denathrius had fallen into his own trap.

When I enter Zaremetis, the remaining people will definitely let Denathrius have a taste of his power. But it's not the time yet.

He succeeded, and He had to stop for a while to appreciate the finale of this perfect strategy. He wanted to see how these so-called leaders struggled in the web of strategy He had woven.

For example, Kim Taesa is coming soon.

Anser didn't look at the Lord of Arms, because Sylvanas Windrunner, his perception of the Lord of Arms was much worse than before. But he still liked to act according to inertia. He turned his head to look at the Ice Queen. He didn't expect that she would do this.

If you want to do this, why do you wake me up? Isn't it better to let me sleep forever with the beautiful memories of you?

The Lord of Arms looked at the dying Anser with satisfaction:
"Your power is too strong. I didn't lie to you. My power of control can only affect you temporarily. I can't enter your soul and completely control you. I just need you to help me open the door.

Although you are stupid, you never give up. So I have to kill you."

The Lord of Arms waved his hand gently, and the Warden rushed towards Lemonia. He also loosened the restraints on her body, but began to extract her power instead. Of course, the dying Anser was no exception, and his power was also input into the Lord of Arms' body by the chains.

At this time, He no longer concealed His own power. It turned out that He also absorbed the power of Azerite.

As he thought, Zoval hated Denathrius even more for playing him like a fool! As soon as the Lord of Arms ended his imprisonment of him, he immediately launched an attack on Emperor Denathrius.

The Lord of Soldiers looked at the crazy warden. He knew that this man was finished. He was driven mad by hatred, desire, ambition, and the torture of endless time.

In fact, the Lord of Arms did not think about himself at all. Wasn't he also immersed in his own desires?
"Anser, simple-minded son of God. Don't worry, I won't destroy your soul now."

As he spoke, he waved his staff, and Anser's Titan Soul slowly floated out of his huge body.

Soon, he was transformed into a crystal by a strange spell, which should be called a soul crystal.

The Lord of Arms reached out his hand, and the ring floated towards him. He knew that he could not use this ring himself. It was a gift from their creator Gaia to his descendant Anser.

But this was not a problem for Him. He waved his left hand gently, chanting a strange spell, and a gray magical light shone from the fingertips of the Lord of Arms. The blue crystal screamed miserably, and the ring soon merged with the crystal. "That's good. With it, the door of Zaremetis will be open to me forever."

Just as the Lord of Arms had guessed, the moment Anser's huge body fell, the gate of Zaremetis stopped opening. This ring was the key.

Now Anser's soul has become a crystal, and the holy light protection he cast has shattered like a soap bubble. Until the moment before he became a soul crystal, he had not removed the holy light barrier that protected everyone.

A strong magical aura appeared in Naxxramas. A woman with a slightly deformed figure was teleported out from inside. Her face was pale and her breath was a little unstable. She threw herself on Anser's body with trembling hands.

With the help of Pelagius and her eldest daughter, Jaina finally arrived at the Tomb of Zaremetis Firstborn in time and she finally saw her husband.

After a year of separation and three hundred and sixty-five sleepless nights, she finally met the person she had been thinking about day and night.

But all she saw was a dead body.

As Anser's soul was extracted by the Lord of Arms and refined into a soul crystal, the shape of Anser's body began to change and soon returned to its original appearance.

Jaina lifted up Taelan Fordring's head and hugged him from behind. She could no longer speak, but only cried.

The already angry Ice Queen felt even worse after seeing this scene. The invisible sadness permeated her surroundings, making her feel like a person who was trapped in the water and couldn't breathe. She had to do something to vent it, otherwise this feeling would suffocate her.

The Lord of Arms looked up at the sky. Countless epochs had passed in the Shadow Realm, and except for some small continents that were pulled over by the Eternals, it had never changed.

The huge Olympus weighs on my heart like a mountain.

The dark and terrifying Revendreth was even more disgusting. There, countless souls were struggling desperately. And those Venthyr and Stoneborn were reveling desperately, squeezing the souls carrying the Sin Tablets desperately, just to drink that little bit of soul power into their mouths.

In the mind of the Lord of Soldiers, all he sees is the essence of the world.

These souls who bear the Sinstone are like a flock of sheep. The Venthyr and Stoneborn are like wolves. And Denathrius is the Wolf King.

Led by the wolf king, the wolves rule the flock. They are majestic, some are arrogant, and some are self-righteous.

But in the eyes of those souls, they not only fed the wolves with their own flesh and blood, but now they also have to feed the wolf cubs.

Because these creatures were created by the weak Emperor Denathrius. They are the slaves of Emperor Denathrius, and at the same time the slave owners of the ordinary souls. He not only devoured the sheep, but also continued to expand his own tribe, the first generation of wolves, the second generation of wolves, and continued to expand. The sheep below are still the same.

Now the exploitation has reached its limit. The wolves are beginning to have a hard life. The sheep hope to produce energy through hard work and atone for their sins. However, their low cognition cannot see the truth of things.

As long as one wants to atone for sins, there are countless sins to atone for, because they are sins in their very existence.

In the entire Shadow Realm, perhaps only Ardenweald has a bit of sacred meaning. But the internal struggle is even more cruel. In order to protect some favored souls, the Ice Queen has organized a wild hunting group. They did not stop until Anser arrived.

His domain covers the entire Ardenweald, allowing those souls to slowly recover and survive this difficult winter.

As for the Devouring Abyss, in the mind of the Lord of Arms, it is a cesspool, where the Arbitrators and those God-servants wriggle like maggots, devouring and acting recklessly. The heart is higher than the sky, but the life is thinner than paper. A small Arbitrator is actually worried about the problem of the Lord of the Void. If He really comes, can you save the world with your ability?

Without a strong heart and a broad mind, can you bear the sound of all things? Can you control the power of creation? You don't think that whoever gets the Creator's legacy can control the artifact, right?
Countless chains of domination shot out from the Lord of Arms, although Anser's soul power was unexpectedly small. It seemed that the 'cute' Emperor Denathrius had done something to his brother's soul. And He did not gain much benefit from devouring the soul of Tyran Fordring.

The Lord of Arms also speculated that the extremely powerful "Force Strike" must have come from the combination of the Azeroth Star Soul and the soul power of Tyran Fordring.

After Anther devoured Tyran Fordring, he only gained two of his powers, and the only one he could fully master was 'Sunfall'.

The Titan's Grip consumes too much energy. I hope that after I devour Anser's soul, I can fully obtain this ability.

Merciless chains held all the powerful souls captive. The Ice Queen bore the brunt of the attack. Countless chains held her captive. Then they tightened, squeezing her to death.

He let out a final scream. Then there were clanging sounds. After losing his power, he once again turned into a pile of hard, cold metal.

A sigh came from the void:
"Anser..."

Denathrius couldn't help but laugh triumphantly as he looked at the stupid team of Anser and the Ice Queen, all dead.

"Hahahahaha, hahahahaha!"

"Finally I don't have to see that stupid face anymore!"

"Respected Lord of Arms, great being of the Shadow Realm, please quickly control Zoval."

Zoval was already shocked by the shamelessness of this vampire. It was He who had channeled the vast mental energy of Revendreth into his body when he was trapped in the Maw. It was He who had sent the Nathrezim to help him find help from the mortal world and set up the machinery.

Now He finally understood that those people were only loyal to Him. It was He who convinced himself that he had controlled the 'Character Carver'. Those machines were the creations of the most powerful forger, the Lord of Arms. Of course, the sword was no exception.

"If you ignore your strength and your conduct, you are a very clever man."

"I have guessed your little plan. We all underestimated you."

"You told me that you would help me get rid of the seal, help me reshape this multiverse, and then fight against the Lord of the Void. You just need to get rid of Anser's entanglement. Let him die forever.

In fact, you secretly colluded with the military leader, and you wanted us two tigers to fight each other. Then you can profit from it. "

Hearing these words, the Lord of Arms didn't care. Apparently, Denathius's cleverness didn't fool him.

The fighting and calculation between the two of them is nothing more than becoming pawns of the Lord of Arms.

The Lord of Arms did not stop their fight. Instead, He looked at his eldest daughter, Gristia. The little blue man Pelagos had been controlled by the Lord of Arms' ruthless command. He was now only concerned with using his own strength to resist the erosion of the Sanctuary.

Gristia said: "This is all your conspiracy? Why did you do this?
Now that you have killed Anser, do you want to protect Azeroth on his behalf and fight against the Void Lords?"

The Lord of Arms' face suddenly became distorted: "Shut up, a bunch of low-level mechanical creatures. You are just creations of the original. You are just slaves serving Anther, Elune and Azeroth.

When you turn your back on His will, you are worthless.”

"I did this to inherit my mother's legacy. You don't think my mother is really dead, do you?"

Gristia looked at the Lord of Arms in surprise. Could it be that the Mother Goddess was not dead?

"Aren't you the same..." The eldest daughter wanted to say that the Lord of Arms was just a machine, so why did he look down on her.

However, the Lord of Arms gave a reason that shocked everyone.

“Mother’s body is indeed dead, but her consciousness still remains in a certain artifact. She has not yet made her final choice.

She is God! What He cares about is the world He created with great effort. Sons and daughters are not important. He only chooses the strongest. As long as they can defeat the void and protect His legacy, that’s enough.”

“Now I am the strongest.

Let me thank you one last time.”

The eldest daughter looked at the military leader in confusion.

"I leave Denathrius to you. How to deal with him is up to you."

There was a rustling sound, and the warden was forced to walk to the gate of Zaremetis.

"Keep an eye on this place and don't let them in. Just watch the show."

"Denathius will perform well for you!" After saying that, he activated the ring.

There was a rumbling sound, and the door to the Holy Tomb of Zaremetis Firstborn opened, revealing the space inside.

That was not a treasure room, it was a starry sky! Half of the starry sky was filled with black energy, and the other half was filled with milky white energy. Two pieces of land were floating in the ocean of energy.

There is black in white, and there is white in black!
There is an altar on the white area, and there is an open space on the black area.

The eldest daughter and Pelagius looked at the energy rivers of destruction and creation in amazement. How could they survive this?

They looked at each other, and suddenly their expressions turned into regrets.

"Naxxramas, Titan-forged!"

That’s right, the Lord of Soldiers should thank them because they brought the tools for him to land on the island!

(End of this chapter)