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Chapter 341 It’s Almost Too Late
The great book had never left Taelan Fordring. Now it was gone.

Brian Bronzebeard vaguely remembered that someone called it the Codex of Origin. Is Origin the same as Primordial? Where did it go? Isn't it alive?

And didn't the old Draenei give Taelan Fording a gem? Why is the Holy Light mark on Taelan's head gone now? Where did they go?

Rafaam was indeed a genius at digging graves. He and Brann Bronzebeard were a pair of talents. Rafaam quickly found the codex from among the ruins.

Anser also always carried the codex with him. It was his mother's diary, and it was not a living weapon. It was just that it had been refined by the Azeroth Titans, the Dragons, and Tyran Fordring, and it was no longer recognizable. And it seemed to have a problem. Since it came into Anser's hands, He had fallen into hibernation.

Brian Bronzebeard got the book and flipped it over and over, trying to open it.

In front of it is a row of ancient text, which are the four words "Origin Code".

At the back is a gem wheel with seven inlay holes, one in the middle and six around it.

In the middle is a teardrop-shaped mark, a bit like an Azerite gem. In the six holes around it, five gems are inserted. Only the top one is empty.

Brian is a master of archaeology. As a dwarf, he is proficient in mineralogy and botany.

These six gems represent six kinds of force, and the empty one represents life. In other words, Taelan Fording has collected all six gems, and only the life gem is missing.

The one in the middle must be the soul gem that the Lord of Arms mentioned.

He remembered that the gem didn't shine before. Now it not only shines, but also has a concave pit. What is this?
Rafaam was a great thief. He first thought of the pendant that Jaina wore around her neck. He took the pendant and pressed it against the dent.

Nothing happened.

He scratched his head in embarrassment and then stretched out his finger and pressed on the mark.

"It looks like a finger mark." Unfortunately, his finger was too big. But Brian immediately thought of something.

"The boss loves the boss lady the most."

He pulled over Jaina, who was still crying, and pressed the index finger of her right hand on the thick book.

The warden in the distance uttered a disdainful "Hmph!"

What's the point of opening a book that has lost its vitality? A bunch of ignorant mortals should be thrown into the Maw, suffering eternal torture while being squeezed out of their anima.

Click!

The book actually opened!
This slight movement caused the warden, who had been enduring his rage, and some guards left behind by the Lord of Arms to stop their actions.

A beam of light shot out from the codex into the sky.

The pages of the book inside began to turn one by one.

The first page is called

'Encounter'.

In the painting, a little girl appears in the moonlight holding a beautiful cat.

Jaina knew that this was the scene of her first meeting with Taelan Fordring, and it turned out that it had recorded it.

Next is a painting of four people together.

Love and family!

This was drawn when the four of them were on vacation in Caer Darrow. This was her first official appearance in the family.

The next one is called

'Choice'.

Taelan Fording stood on the top of a mountain, watching the beautiful sunrise, raising his hands to face the sea breeze, with a stunning beauty standing behind him. A beautiful disc was spinning around him.

At this time, He is facing the decision of how to deal with the Dragon Soul.

Next page is
'sacrifice'.

Jaina saw the two sword-bearing stone men at the Storm Altar and recognized it immediately. Taelan Fording used "divine intervention" to keep his fiancée alive.

The Paladin was wearing mighty armor, with holy light lingering on his hands. The girl was well protected by her lover at the moment when the evil energy erupted.

The price is the life of the Paladin, a divine intervention that he can only use once in his life.

Next is an animation.

'Kelly Duck's little happiness!'

It perfectly captures an experience in Kelly Dark's life.

Rafaam, who never sheds tears, saw how Kelly Dark's father chose to sacrifice himself. His mother's deep maternal love for a herb made her disappear into the sea of ​​insects. And the courage of little Kelly to float out of the codex and blow herself up to save Taelan Fordring.

At this moment, little Kelly's voice rang in everyone's ears.

"Forgive my cowardice and selfishness. I didn't follow everyone to detonate the Well of Eternity. I still want to see my mother!"

"Get out of here, my knight!"

"Where are you, mom?"

It turns out that the life of mortals is so difficult. In comparison, what else can I complain about?
There are many more pictures in the back, all of which are about the life of Taelan Fording. But they all involve ordinary people, and there is even an orc in it.

Broxigar Saurfang, and his brother, Overlord Saurfang. The former swung his great axe and shook the powerful demon Archimonde, while the latter launched a desperate charge against Kazzak.

Among them was a little Draenei girl named Yuna. Tyran Fordring met her in Draenor. At that time, her parents had been killed by demons, and an Urzul was about to devour her. Tyran Fordring saved her and had the coalition bring her back to Azeroth.

From then on, she regarded Tyran Fordring as her relative. When she saw Tyran Fordring again in Nordrassil, his words, "Big... Big brother, you didn't leave me! I won't be afraid anymore." moved everyone.

The pages stopped turning until Taelan Fordring chose to accept the Ring of Zalemetis Primordial.

This is the life of Taelan Fording, and it is also the life of countless ordinary people. Love, hate, and vengeance are intertwined, forming a picture of the fireworks of the world.

Taelan Fording has always been trying to live, for himself and for those who love life. Even though he is such a noble man, someone wants to kill him. Someone wants to replace him.

It seemed that all the malice in the world was directed against him. As long as he lived, those troubles would not let him go.

It seemed that as long as He was alive, troubles would automatically come to Him. He had taken the blame for many people, and He had saved many people. But when He faced a choice, no one helped Him. No one understood Him.

The only one who could give him warmth might be his wife.

The pages of the book were turned over, and a bright light floated out from the book. It quickly drilled into the body of Taelan Fording.

Then, Taelan Fording's heart began to beat rapidly in his chest.

Near Zaremytis, more had happened in the last few hours than in some places had in countless years.

In just a few hours, these people have become numb to the love, hate, longing, sorrow, joy, separation and reunion.

Hearing the breathing sound, everyone around stopped what they were doing and turned their heads towards Jaina.

At this time, a strange rune appeared on Taelan Fording's forehead. The lost Soul Song was hidden in the Codex of Origin.

He began to breathe, and Jaina cried with joy. He was still alive. But Taelan Fordring, whose heartbeat had been restored, did not wake up. He fell into a deep sleep, sleeping like a child.

No matter how she called, He did not wake up.

At this time, Uther came over. He had separated from Devos. He just repelled him. He did not hurt him. He still remembered that Devos had saved him and promoted him against the rules.

People are always the same, and even if something happens 10,000 times, they will still make the same choice.

"His soul has been away from his body for too long. And his body has been strengthened by Anser and is no longer the same as before. It will take him a very long time to control this new body."

"Of course, it's more likely that I'll never wake up."

Zoval, who was a little panicked, suddenly laughed:
"Hahaha! Do you want him to wake up? Unless someone can sacrifice his own life and use the life force to help Him merge his soul and body into one."

"Of all the great beings who live in the Shadowlands, only Elune can save her. But she has always been cold and heartless. She will not meddle in other people's affairs."

Most people are indifferent, and very few are willing to sacrifice their lives for others.

Although there is no greater sorrow than a dead heart, a good death is worse than a miserable life.

Those who can save others are noble people, and those who can sacrifice themselves are even rarer. Every person with such sentiments is remarkable.

The Shadow Realm was in chaos, and Elune only helped the Ice Queen. She did nothing else. She was either waiting for something or she simply didn't care about her former companions.

The warden was once an arbitrator. He had judged countless souls. He had experienced the love, hate, and hatred of many others. So he had a lot to say.

Some people always stand on the moral high ground and point fingers at others, but once those things happen to them, they immediately turn hostile and ruthless.

People who have suffered from other people's suffering always have something to say.

"Give up! The Lord of Arms is about to come out, and the world is about to be reshaped. What else is there to complain about? Everything is in vain."

The stories of successful people are always the same, but the reasons for failure are all different.

But the biggest reason is not being able to survive the darkness before dawn.

They often completely lose their ability to resist and act after facing a huge blow. Zoval is such a person.

But Emperor Denathrius was different. Even when faced with the endless punishment of the Holy Light, He only wailed but refused to surrender.

What's interesting is that the leader actually left Jin Taisha outside.

Now she held her left arm with her right hand. It looked as if her arm was broken. But her eyes were fixed on Taelan Fording.

Jaina understood that keeping him was her reward. At the Storm Altar, Tyran Fordring cut off one of his hands. Seeing Tyran Fordring, her wound must have hurt.

But Taelan Fordring never recovered, and she was gracious enough not to attack.

She was also enjoying the drama between Zoval, Denathrius, and the corpse-like Anther.

The tragedy of these people all stems from Denathrius's desire and hatred. But none of them can do anything to Denathrius.

The Lord of Arms took advantage of the situation and made the clever Denathrius, Zoval and the stupid Anser run around in circles.

Zoval spent his entire life as a stepping stone for Denathrius and the Lord of Arms. Denathrius made all the plans but gave all the results to the Lord of Arms.

They were just a few robots, but since they had seven emotions and six desires, they all regarded themselves as indispensable. In this small place of Shadow Realm, countless petty schemes were being conspired.

In the end, the Lord of Soldiers became more skilled and used countless flesh, blood, and souls to build a 'Frozen Throne' for himself.

Jaina looked at Taelan Fordring, who was already breathing, and she rested her head on his chest.

"The Lord of Arms needs a Lich King, and Taelan Fordring is His choice."

Brian Bronzebeard suddenly realized that the Lord of Arms was a machine and needed a strong body. Tyran Fording, who had become a living corpse, was the best choice for him.

This is the reason why Tyran Fordring's body was left intact. But I guess He never thought that Jaina would guess His intention!
Zoval was unable to move, but Denathrius had a new idea.

"Mortals, if you rescue me, I will use the anima of Revendreth to awaken Taelan Fordring."

Yet no one responded to His words.

The consequences of personal or national credit bankruptcy are very serious. Now Denathrius has finally tasted the bitter fruit of credit bankruptcy.

This was obviously a good idea. But no one believed him. They instinctively thought that Denathrius' words were full of conspiracy. He just wanted to break free from his bondage.

In fact, Denathrius thought of more. He wanted to occupy Tyran Fordring's body, and he also figured out the Lord of Arms' plan.

Time passed by minute by minute. Everyone knew that once the Lord of Arms obtained the Mother Goddess's legacy and returned from Zaremetis, Taelan Fording would never come back.

Emperor Denathrius had adapted to the burning of the Holy Light, and the special material of Remonia and the powerful sword spirit also provided him with help and alleviated his pain.

"Jaina, this is your last chance. No one will help you. If you wait any longer, you will become a puppet of the Lord of Arms."

Jaina looked at Tyran Fordring's face. She felt that it was better to fight with a tiger than to face the wily and calculating Lord of Arms.

"I……"

Before she could finish her words, the White Lady who had been hanging in the sky suddenly emitted light, and a wisp of smoke with vitality floated into the body of Taelan Fording.

Emperor Denathrius shut his mouth. Elune, who always ignored everything, actually helped Tyran Fordring. This was unimaginable.

Taelan Fording opened his eyes. What he saw was the familiar face of his wife. He looked around.

This is the Shadow Realm. The scene in his memory quickly merged with the scene before his eyes.

Fortunately, Jaina was still alive. He stretched out a hand and gently stroked her face, then the strand of white hair on her forehead.

It was not easy for Him to love Her. She had endured so much sadness of separation. She lost her husband and gave birth to a child alone. Now she came to Him with her body still not recovered.

Through the memories that Anser had preserved and his own knowledge, He already understood the situation.

At this time, a new force was generated from his body. It was the power generated by the fusion of Tyran Fording's Nephalem blood and Anser's Titan body.

Tyran Fording stood up holding Jaina's hand, and closed his eyes. The armor of judgment that had accompanied him for twenty years was once again worn on his body.

Six orbs representing the Force were generated again. They began to gather together. The magical aura began to spread continuously. A tender bud broke out from the halo behind Him and quickly grew branches and leaves. Soon, a lush and green shadow of the World Tree grew up in the void. It grew bright and then disappeared.

The air was soon filled with burning holy light, which pushed away the dangerous energy erosion of Zaremetis. Countless angels appeared in the void, and they were like naughty elves, emitting light rhythmically in the air.

The eight wings behind Taelan Fordring also spread out, and strands of milky white ribbons continued to spread in the void.

After a few breaths.

Warden Zorval stared at Taelan Fording blankly. He had an illusion that He was more like a Titan than Anser. It was He who created the Force, not the Force that created Him.

Bang! The milky white halo under Taelan Fording's feet lit up for a moment. Then a little holy light lit up on all the creatures in the surrounding Shadow Realm, which quickly exploded into a cross star light, and then the attackers were involuntarily pushed back a step.

Zoval quickly mobilized his own ruling power to resist this repulsion. He knew this ability, it was called Sanctuary. But its scope was a bit large. It built a sacred kingdom with Taelan Fording as the center. It belonged only to Him. All creatures that were not recognized by Him would be periodically repelled.

But the damage it caused was a bit too great, completely different from the legend.

He has become stronger!

Zoval felt that everything was over, because the terrible thing happened again, and his body was covered by a thin layer of ice. A deep chill spread from the depths of his soul. He tried hard to break free from the freezing of the ice, but it kept happening over and over again, constantly affecting his actions.

The power of command could resist the retreat of the shelter, but it could not resist the severe cold coming from the depths of the soul. Before Taelan Fording launched an attack, he felt extremely uncomfortable.

Perhaps their endless machinations angered Taelan Fordring. He did not grant mercy to any creature in the Shadowlands. Ice and starlight burst out from their bodies.

A scream sounded, and all the visible and invisible creatures in the entire space were attacked mercilessly. Especially a few strange eyes, all of them exploded into ice crystals. Those ice flowers reflected the starlight, and it looked like countless small rainbows appeared. It was a kind of cruel beauty.

Anser waved his hand lightly, and Jaina and others felt that they were in a different space from the Jailer.

Rafaam's eyes glowed with greed:
“Hahaha!” “Sure enough, the scourge will last for thousands of years. The boss who cheats people is immortal. Dimensius, if you don’t pay 30% of the toll, I will go to your house to check the water meter. Hurry up…” “Woo woo woo!”

Brann Bronzebeard jumped up and covered Rafaam's mouth, so that he could only make meaningless whimpering sounds.

What a shame! This guy has gone crazy digging graves.

There was a strong sense of uneasiness in Jin Tessa's eyes, and Taelan Fording looked at her.

As a demigod, she felt as if she had been looked at by a prehistoric beast. She knew that she was finished.

"You are doing well. You have been stirring up trouble for more than ten years. You have worked hard. You can stop now."

"No!" A rough voice that was inconsistent with her enchanting figure sounded.

No one here can help her, and no one can help her. She is a powerful spy in the entire Nathrezim, and she has been working against Taelan Fording. In order to complete the Lord of Arms' plan, she used the traitorous kobold Ip to turn the Old Gods into bargaining chips.

Even the Titan Argus was not spared from this conspiracy, and the cunning Denathrius was kept in the dark by her.

Fortunately, she finally grabbed a life-saving straw, and the door of Zaremetis opened silently.

The Lord of Arms is back.

"Master, please save me!"

A huge shadow covered half of the starry sky, and the dark aura spread in the void. Obviously, the Lord of Arms gained a lot from Zaremetis. But his situation seemed very strange.

He put on a powerful armor. Seeing this armor, Emperor Denathrius, who was trapped in the sword, immediately cried out.

"Master, why do you wear my mother's Titan Armor?"

The Lord of Arms' voice became cold and gloomy, as if it came from the void:

"It's all because of you, an idiot. You made me a chess piece for others to explore the way!"

Poor Pelagius had not returned. Apparently, he had died again, and without the help of an Immortal, his spirit would have dissipated into the void of the Shadowlands.

Everyone was wondering what the Lord of Arms meant, but the clever Emperor Denathrius had already guessed the result.

His thinking changed:
"Hahaha! So that's how it is!" Everyone looked at him strangely, but they only saw the sword turn into red light and fly away into the distance.

How did he break free from the constraints of the Lord of Arms' Holy Light?
Jaina activated energy detection:

"The Lord of Arms has lost the power of Holy Light!"

Nothing can be hidden in front of such a group of powerful guys. The smart Rafaam immediately deduced:

"I know! Not only does Zaremetis contain Gaia's legacy, but also the Void Lord's trap! He has infected the Lord of Arms!"

The Lord of Soldiers was silent for a while. Apparently, Rafaam guessed right.

"Zaremetis is the original cosmic singularity. The entire universe was born from here. This is the home of Mother Gaia, and also the home of the Lord of the Void.

This dark gift should have been yours! Taelan Fordring.

When Mother left her Titan weapons and Titan power here, the Void Lord also left part of his power here. Perhaps He also wanted to return here one day to take back His dark power. "

The bold Rafaam has the support of his boss and is not afraid of the powerful Lord of Arms at all.

"So while you took the inheritance, you also fell into the trap set by Lord Void. Thank you on behalf of my boss!"

The Lord of Arms said in a ethereal voice:
"Although I lost the opportunity to possess all the power of the Force. But the dark power I gained is enough to kill you."

The overwhelming dark aura began to spread, and it began to push away the holy light of Taelan Fordring bit by bit.

"Chains of Domination!" Countless dark chains shot towards everyone.

The Jailer, the escaped Emperor Denathrius, and all the surviving creatures in the Shadow Realm were controlled by the Lord of Arms' Chains of Control.

But Tyran Fording was not affected. The six orbs representing the Force behind him vibrated at the same time, helping him to resist the chains. His powerful holy armor helped him to withstand the high shadow damage brought by the chains.

Rafaam, who was hiding in a different space, continued to talk rudely:

"Your void power is a space barrier, so that ugly vampire can't escape your control. And the boss's is the broken void. So you have no way to deal with us!"

Brann Bronzebeard thinks Rafaam is too arrogant. This power is not yours.

"Rafaam, please speak less." At this moment, a strong sense of crisis suddenly came.

"No, run." Although Rafaam was better at digging graves than Brian, his luck was never as good as Bronzebeard's. Before he finished his arrogant voice, a pale dragon breath hit him.

Of course, the Lord of Arms could not let Jaina and the other five people deal with him in the new space "opened up" by Tyran Fording. Jaina's brilliant glory alone was enough to make him upset.

And there is a terrible assassin hiding. That high elf wizard is no simple person. He is useless now. When He fights Tyran Fordring to exhaustion, his innate ability of magic sucking will determine the outcome of the battle just like Jaina's Glory.

"Void Call!"

A huge yellow dragon flew out from the shadow behind the Lord of Arms.

Jaina gritted her teeth and said:

"Nozdormu!"

The dragon said calmly:

"You're very smart, little girl. You actually guessed it was me."

It turned out that the one who was killed last time was the controlled Munozdo. It was an eternal dragon, and it also wanted to see changes, not the same. As a result, it was controlled by the Lord of Arms and became a scapegoat.

Nozdormu's huge dragon body slid into another dimension.

"Time travel!"

The most powerful force in this world is time. It's just that it's very, very difficult to control. The price to pay is very high.

Tyran Fording said: "So you are the Lord of Arms' close friend? No wonder they know so many things. But how can you, a dragon from Azeroth, travel through time in the world of Shadow Realm?"

Obviously, He also has no ability to create another layer of space to isolate Nozdormu. He can travel through time again.

Now there are two battlefields. Taelan Fordring has to deal with the Lord of Arms and Zorval alone. There is also Denathrius whose position is unclear.

At this moment, there was another commotion in Olympus.

Soon, four powerful dragons flew out of the Frozen Throne and into the Shadow Realm.

Leading the way was the red dragon Alexstrasza, followed closely by Ysera with an Azerite gem on her forehead. Behind her was a proud blue dragon. Lastly was a giant dragon with yellow scales, Kronom.

All the forces that could influence the war came to the Shadow Realm. They knew that Jaina had entered the Shadow Realm to find Taelan Fordring. The Red Dragon Queen gathered the four most powerful dragons to help her.

Alexstrasza cried out:

"Nozdormu, I never thought you would fall so low. You actually helped the enemy against your own people."

Malygos is already a living, breathing dragon.

"Don't waste your time talking to Him. He must have seen the end of the destruction of the entire universe, and then became a puppet of the Lord of Arms."

Ysera said:

"This is self-degradation. He is beyond redemption."

With the help of Chromie, four giant dragons flew into the space where Nozdormu was.

Cromwell said:

"Your Majesty, have you been helping the Lord of Arms all these years?"

Just as Malygos said:
"This world has strayed from its original path. The Lord of Arms will extract the power of Azeroth and reshape the entire universe. We have no way out. Let us embrace the void together!"

At this point, there is no point in talking any more. The battle started immediately. The four dragons immediately began to besiege Nozdormu. But Nozdormu summoned a golden disc.

Malygos said: "It is you who stole the Dragon Soul."

Nozdormu unceremoniously activated the Dragon Soul. But to his surprise, except for the Red Dragon Queen who was hurt, the other three dragons were not affected.

Nozdormu stayed where he was. It turned out that Malygos had secretly given up the power of the Titan, and the remaining power in the disc was no longer enough to harm him.

"Nozdormu, once my brother. You have committed many sins by following the old ways. Die, traitor."

The brutal fight began, all close-range dragon wings slashing, dragon claws tearing, and Malygos' arcane blast. Broken scales and broken armor mixed with blood fell from the sky. Jaina also led Kael'thas, Rafaam, and Brann to follow several dragon kings to attack Nozdormu.

Taelan Fording is no longer the young man he was back then. At that time, he always wanted to save the world. But not everyone is worth saving. He has learned to respect other people's choices.

He chose to clip the wings of the Lord of Arms first.

Soon the first victim appeared, Zovar! He was already strong enough. But his spiritual support had collapsed, leaving only resentment and anger in his heart.

The two sides of the decisive battle, whether it was Tyran Fording or the Lord of Arms, were both its enemies. No matter which one won, it would not benefit Him in any way, He was just being controlled to attack Tyran.

Taelan Fordring's figure split into four.

The Blade of Cataclysm was stuck in the ground.

"Titan Armament: Cloud Thunder Storm!" Endless thunder attacked the Lord of Soldiers and Zoval.

Then there was a strange weapon,
"Titan Armament: Fanaticism." The blood-red halo covered the battlefield, and all creatures in the world of Azeroth were inspired.

Jaina took out a long sword from the storage bag, and its blade was spit out from the dragon's mouth. This was the blessed sword of Flamefury Life-Binder forged by the dragon clan for Tyran Fordring.

Taelan inserted it into the earth.

"Titan Arms: Holy Freeze."

He gave his own aura to his totem weapon, so that he could use other auras.

When all the Titan weapons began to work, Zoval felt the pressure. If the Lord of Arms had not dispersed most of the pressure, His commanding power would have been difficult to resist the endless attacks of Holy Ice, Fire and Sanctuary from Tyran Fording.

The dark aura on the Lord of Arms became heavier and heavier, and more destructive power grew from His body.

Malygos is the most knowledgeable person among all the people present, except for the Lord of Arms, and he is also the one who knows the most about various strange magics.

"Taran, hurry up. The Lord of Arms is transforming into the void. Soon the Lord of the Void will be resurrected from His body."

Then you can only use your power.

He swung the Dark Madness Blade at the Lord of Arms continuously, and at the same time, he activated his zeal.

Instant multiple combos are the most feared attack method for magic professions like the Lord of Arms. This powerful close-range attack allows warriors to use skills similar to boxing to interrupt spellcasting at any time. Moreover, each attack of Tyran Fording carries a powerful void force. Those forces may break through his protective spells at any time.

The Lord of Arms seemed to be under attack from a violent storm. Tyran Fording appeared and disappeared beside Him. He had already assimilated the space and could teleport at will.

The Lord of Arms' shield was shattered by a series of attacks. He had no choice but to flash with Tyran. He knew that Tyran Fording's attacks were following him like a shadow, and he had no spare energy to distract himself from fighting the erosion of the dark power. It was all because of Tyran Fording that the Lord of the Void was released. He would not take the blame.

As luck would have it, the special effect of the strangely shaped axe worked. The Lord of Arms had a very strong resistance. But both He and the axe used the power of the void. He was confused.

The three-second confusion lasted only one second. But this was a battle between Titans, and a slight error could lead to a huge mistake.

As soon as He paused, the warden who was making adjustments was attacked.

"Titan's Grip!"

Taelan Fordring moved away from the Lord of Arms and approached Zorval.

Zoval finally saw the most perfect fusion of the void and the Holy Light Force. A giant hand descended from the sky and grabbed Him.

Taelan Fording's patience was exhausted by their schemes and intrigues. The giant hand clenched. Zorval howled in pain. The Lord of Arms, who had come to his senses from his confusion, only had time to activate the chains to wrap around Taelan Fording. He wanted to pull him over and save the Jailer. But Taelan did not give him a chance.

The Titan's Grip did not disappear, but instead tightly gripped the Jailer's body.

Charge, Zeal, Void Strike! A series of powerful attacks broke through Zhoval's defenses. Taelan Fordring came to the chest of the tall warden.

His mark was dug out by Salameni, leaving a scar that will never heal.

Taelan Fordring stretched out his gauntleted left hand.

At the same time, a terrifying green halo appeared under his feet, Judgment. Judgment from the Nephalem would reduce all resistances of surrounding targets. Wrapped in armor, Zoval felt like he was stripped naked and standing in the cold wind.

Ah! With a scream, Taelan Fording's hand pierced into His chest. As He pulled out his hand, a gem-like object appeared in Taelan Fording's hand.

The powerful Zoval suddenly lost his spirit. This thing was his intelligence core. He was a machine after all. His soul was all hidden in this gem.

"A universe that cannot rule over one cannot fight against the enemy of darkness. He is coming soon. Those you want to protect will perish."

Tyran Fording risked his armor to be removed, and Zorval, who had turned into steel, said: "A guy who always thinks about enslaving others will never be able to feel the power of a soul pursuing freedom.

Aren't you tired of worrying about things you have no control over all the time? "

He smashed the space and shattered Zoval's iron body. The solid exterior was covered with rust. The once powerful Zoval was piled on the ground like a pile of garbage.

Taelan Fordring is not Anser, so he will not consider the balance of the Shadow Realm. In any case, Olympus and Revendreth will not disappear. As long as these two places are there, the most basic operations here can be maintained.

The Lord of Arms watched with regret as Tyran Fording turned the Jailer into a pile of scrap metal. He still held the Jailer's energy core in his hand.

"Stop, don't kill him, the Abyss will disappear."

Obviously, getting a Shadow Realm without the Maw and Ardenweald is not what the Lord of Arms wants.

Taelan Fording ignored him. He had had enough of his tricks.

Click!

The Lord of Arms said with empathy: "To you, we are nothing more than some dispensable machines. Once we deviate from your will, we shall die. Is that right? Titan God Taelan Fording?"

Taelan Fording made no excuses.

"I have my stand. Machines should do their job well. It's wrong for you to dream of ruling others. No one is restricting your freedom, but that doesn't mean you can take other people's lives at will."

The void power in the Lord of Arms was increasing. Obviously, the transformation had begun. This machine created by Gaia and the Lord of the Void was the best carrier for the Lord of the Void to be resurrected.

Tyran Fording would not give the Lord of Arms any breathing space, nor would he give Him a chance to negotiate. The Ice Queen was already dead. The remaining Eternals were useless. It was the consensus of Tyran Fording and Anser to destroy Zoval and the Lord of Arms.

Soon? The battle became fierce, the ground had been assimilated by the Holy Light of Tyran Fording, and the feet of the Lord of Arms were full of Holy Light bullets shooting upwards. The sky was filled with Holy Light lightning that kept jumping and spreading.

Thunderstorms summoned thick lightning from time to time. The Lord of Arms was already exhausted. He still overestimated the value of Gaia's legacy. What he left behind was not some powerful weapon, there must be something hidden inside.

This is not the final battlefield. He must return to Zaremetis to find the final secret. It is almost too late.

(End of this chapter)