"Uh..."

Seeing the group of priests who had been moved by the noble sacrifice leave, the hand that Chaldea held the rosary loosened at this moment, and he silently drew a religious symbol on his chest, and in his heart, Saratas, who had been watching all this, whistled a little presumptuously, a little frivolously:

"Behold, my little Chaldean, he is a natural fraudster, and if you had chosen not to be a priest, but to be an actor, perhaps your name would have become known to more people, and you would have been the best of the casters!"

"But now, I'm the most brilliant of the pastors."

The Chaldeans showed a hint of self-deprecation in the darkness:

"So the fate you describe is unattractive to me."

"I'm complimenting you, bastard, for at least showing a hint of joy... Well, after a few years together, you're getting bored. ”

Saratas snorted, and she urged in the Chaldean psych:

"Don't waste time, I can feel that this rift leads straight to the location of Yog-Saron, it is already weakened to the extreme, the group of guardians must have hit it hard, the earthquake just now is its counterattack, they must have lost both, we will go down now!"

"Hmm"

Chaldea didn't hesitate too much, he knew that his rebuttal would not be accepted by Salatas, the power of the Fifth Ancient God was gradually restored, and her control of the power of the void had become skilled again, and Chaldeans as the host could easily feel this, and the relationship between him and Salatas that had been in need of each other had begun to change.

The archbishop knew very well that the Fifth Old God could completely manipulate his will and soul, and the reason why she didn't do it was only because she was afraid of being exposed... After all, at present, this world has been under the surveillance of the Darkblade Legion, and no matter how much Saratas swells, he will not think that he has the strength to match the Great Lord of the Darkblade.

Since Sillissus slew Cthun, Tyrion. The true strength of the Dawnblade is still a mystery...

In other words, there is no one in this world who can make him really fight with all his might, and that alone is enough to make Salatas wary, she is not willing to follow in the footsteps of Cthun, at least until she surpasses Cthun's strength, she will not expose her ambitions in advance.

But whether it was Chaldeans, or Saratas himself, or even the great lord Tyrion who saw the dragon without a head or tail, they all knew very well that there would never be peace between the Fifth Ancient God and the Great Lord who wanted to devour the world.

"Buzz"

The archbishop's fingers moved slightly, and a dark light shot out of his hand, quickly extending between the dark rifts in front of him, like a staircase to the crypt, of course, a veteran lurker like Chaldea must have made some disguise before starting the real work.

He used his skillful technique to set up a very complex and cumbersome sealing barrier around this dark rift, mixed with some shadow priest skills, between the light and light, this barrier began to operate, not to mention the real effect, the beating divine light feather and a touch of sun-like phantom were enough to frighten those laymen.

Even true followers of the Holy Light would find it difficult to see the clues without careful study.

And after making this wonderful disguise, the archbishop looked left and right, and then reached out and flicked the dust that did not exist on the robe, and then he held the rosary in his hand, step by step on the ladder composed of the power of the shadow, and continued to advance towards the rift deep underground, the power of Yog-Saron's final counterattack was amazing, the pure physical power of this demon hiding in Ulduar and constantly absorbing the nutrients of the world was terrifying, between the lapping of the ten thousand tentacles, it was enough to make the mountains and rocks crack, enough to make the earth tremble.

And when he felt the threat of death, Yug Saron's raid almost directly tore the foundation of the Titan City of Ulduar from the ground, and if some other opponents were to fight against it, then under such a terrifying outburst of power, I am afraid that it would really be more than lucky.

"The battle is really fierce."

Chaldea watched in the darkness at the terrifying marks left on both sides of the rift, the whip marks that were obviously left by the tentacles whipping the rocks, like a sharp sword piercing into the structure, and the depraved power that remained on both sides of the mountain wall, so that the cracked rocks were covered with a gloomy light, and if these energies were to be allowed to dissipate naturally without external intervention, it must be a long process.

Moreover, the natural escape of the power of the Void is harmful to any living being, which means that unless the Guardians are willing to rebuild the Titan City, the city will not be occupied by living beings for decades.

"Look at the energy mixed up in the void!"

Salatas reminded aloud:

"Pure Titan arcane power, which is also mixed with traces of life and elements, this must be the action of the legitimate Guardian himself, and there is more than one, it seems that Yog-Saron's plan to divide the Guardians has finally failed, and those Guardians have woken up from the nightmare compiled by Yug-Saron, and they have reunited under the leadership of a powerful leader."

"It's really difficult, the world is chaotic enough, and now even the guardians of the gods tens of thousands of years ago have to reappear on the world... It seems that we will still have to keep a low profile in the future... But who is the leader who unites all the Guardians? ”

The voice of the Fifth Ancient God, who is hidden in history and has participated in almost all the big events, is full of speculation and jealousy:

"It can't be Chief Manager Odin, the irascible warrior who is still locked down in Wallagar in the Broken Isles, or... He actually got out of trouble secretly? Well, the sheer power he wields is enough to threaten Yog Saron, and indeed, we can't rule it out! Chaldea, it seems that after leaving here, we are going to turn our attention to the Broken Isles, which we have been ignoring. ”

"Or maybe the Great Guardian Rai, who disappeared a long time ago? But it also seems unlikely, although I have been lurking in some of the Viku tribe in the middle of the continent for a while, I have also heard about Rai, who seems to have lost his power, and that incident has something to do with the sudden rise of the Emperor of the Mogu Empire. ”

Salatas uttered a series of terms that the Chaldeans did not understand, and the archbishop did not care about them, he went forward in the dark, silently thinking about his own affairs, and did not know if it was a delusion, and the further he went, the more he could feel a palpitation for no reason... While nothing suggested a threat from below, the archbishop just didn't think something was right.

"I think we should probably stop."

The Chaldeans stopped his downward stride, and he whispered:

"My gut tells me that if we keep going down, everything can happen, not so good..."

"Your intuition? Well? ”

Saratas's voice was filled with some strange emotions at this moment, like a poisonous snake in the darkness crawling out of the cave slowly, and then wrapping around the Chaldean body little by little, tightening little by little, squeezing the air out of his chest.

"Does mortal intuition really exist? Isn't that your ridiculous imagination? At such an important moment, Chaldeans, you see, what I desire is right in front of you, do you think, I will allow you to make decisions with your feelings? Little Chaldea, don't think I don't know what you're thinking..."

The voice of the Fifth Old God sounded in the ears of the Chaldeans, and she said in a sweet and greasy voice:

"For the sake of the pleasure we've had working together in the past, I won't break your thoughts, but I want you to remember that the lives of the lovely Miss Millie and the child in her womb are protected by me... So as you make your decision, I want you to think a little bit more. ”

The words of Saratas caused the Chaldeans to clench their fists, and the archbishop replied in a deep voice:

"You're getting mad and crazy... I'm just kindly reminding you! But now it seems that being suspicious is second nature to you. ”

"Nope! My dear Chaldeans, you are wrong. ”

The Fifth Old God let out a burst of light laughter:

"My name is suspicious, don't be angry... I'm just, hehe, to reiterate the relationship between us, you see, the desire to protect the will of other people, doesn't make you stronger, it makes you weaker, but for me, it seems like a good thing, you know, I'm not very willing to use coercive methods to make you obey me, that would be so unseemly. ”

"Go on, Chaldeans, I can assure you that there is no danger ahead except for a few senseless corpses, believe me!"

At the urging of Salatas, Archbishop Chaldea continued forward, following the dark path until he reached the bottom of the cage of the old gods, he looked around carefully, but as Saratas said, there was no other existence in this dark cage except for the twisted flesh in front of him, which had lost its soul.

At his feet, there were several bodies that had unfortunately fallen from above, falling from the sky, drenched in blood.

"It's pathetic..."

The Chaldeans had relapsed in their occupational sickness, and he stood beside the corpses, offering his final prayers to these poor men in the posture of a standard priest, while all the attention of the fifth ancient god Saratas was already focused on the dark body that belonged to Yug-Saron in front of him.

Judging from the surroundings of the cell, there was a great battle, and at the edge of the cell, there was the remains of a huge robot that had been scrapped, and judging by the wriggling dark body of Yog Saron, the Elder God must have won by a narrow margin, repelling the Guardians...

"Ahh Praying mantis catches cicadas..."

The Fifth Old God let out a pleasant sigh, she extended her spiritual power to the flesh in front of her, and she was about to say hello to the dying Yog Saron, however, the moment she came into contact with the fallen flesh, Saratas was surprised to find that there was no longer a dominant soul in this still intact dark body!

The soul of Yog Saron... It has been...

Worst! It's a trap!

"Run!"

The shrill voice of Salatas burst into the soul of the Chaldeans, who was still doing Mass, causing the archbishop to open his eyes suddenly, and at this moment, in the pool of blood in front of him, he saw Tyrion who seemed to be standing on the other side of the mirror, looking at him expressionlessly...

He, scared silly...

"Poof"

The black blade of light pierced the heart of Chaldea mercilessly in the next moment, and Tyrion stepped out of the mirror image of the pool of blood, he held the body of Chaldea like a brother with one hand, and flipped the other wrist, the black blade of light will destroy the heart of the unsuspecting archbishop... Stir thoroughly.

"Yikes!"

The instantaneous death of the host made Saratas let out a frightened scream, and the purple dagger tied to Chaldean's waist jumped into the air strangely at this moment, as if it was about to escape into another dimension, however, the great lord who had been preparing for this ambush for a long time turned his head, he looked at the dagger that jumped into the air, his fingers moved slightly, and seven bands of light of different colors roared into the air, as if binding the soul of Yog-Saron, the dagger where the fifth ancient god was hiding was tightly bound.

Then, it fell into the open palm of the Great Lord.

"Where are you going? My little Saratas... I haven't seen each other for so long, and I don't even say hello? It's rude..."

"You see, I've just discussed with your brother Yog Saron about your 'life' event, don't you want to hear it? ”

"Also, do you really think that you are a god who controls everything? My poor Salatas, your poor imagination really limits your thinking..."

The high lord put the purple dagger in front of his eyes, and he looked at the corpse of Chaldeans, and he whispered:

"You know what? A poor woman who knows how to love and be loved, has spent 5 years, begging me every day and night to grant true freedom to her aching husband..."

"There are always some feelings that you garbage will never understand that will move you to death, there are always some beautiful things that transcend time, and there are always some souls that are worthy of my opening up, after all, I like those beautiful things..."

"So, I'll satisfy her."

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors