But all intelligent beings will always encounter all kinds of temptations in their lives, and these temptations will be good or bad.

For example, power, wealth, femininity, etc., and some positive temptations, the desire to become a hero, the expectation of being recognized or the joy of saving others... It can be said that every soul will always encounter such and such choices on the road of growth, and often these choices themselves represent whether the soul accepts the intervention of some kind of temptation.

As another observer once said, fear and retreat are only one of many options when faced with the crisis at hand.

Tyrion was a determined man, and he had his share of confusion, but he eventually came out, and for such an existence that had cast his shadow over the whole world, it was difficult for his personal emotions to burst into influencing the decisions he made.

For living beings, the existence of emotions is important, but it is not a necessary basis for the existence of souls, and for the more special undead, emotions are only dispensable.

"Huh"

Wherever the black blade of light goes, all things wither away, and this withering is not a manifestation of freezing or necrosis, but a sign that the spirit of all things has been cut off from the path of the future, in other words, it is death in the absolute sense.

It's like cutting the thread of life.

The terrifying Pandaria Seven Demons are so fragile and incompetent in the face of the Great Lord who has not even undergone a second stage transformation, and in the face of the Undead Great Lord who has gathered all their emotions, their best emotional induction has been "castrated", and they can only use the crude force of the evil energy to have a "passionate confrontation" with the Great Lord, however, the man standing in front of them has killed the butcher of an ancient god who is more advanced than them face to face.

In the face of such a guy, how can these poor and helpless demons win?

The answer is yes...

They can't win!

At Tyrion's feet, the demonic energy that was cut by the black blade of light was frozen little by little in the cold frost and snow storm, and the energy that escaped was frozen in the ice of death, and with every swing of the blade of light in the hand of the Great Lord, the hordes of Grim Reapers, who followed him, let out a silent scream, and those bastards who aided the abuse held death scythes and slashed across the demon's body, as if taking away mortal spirits, cutting and hooking away the power of these demons bit by bit.

The blue, unusual Pride roared, and as it said, Tyrion had a huge arrogance in its body, but it couldn't draw more pride from the guy in front of it... Maybe Asa can do it, but it is obviously not possible to do it just by manifesting the power of the ancient gods.

This is crushing on the power ladder... There can be no second outcome other than their demise.

"Click"

The Great Lord swung a sword, and the black blades of light flying in the sky were whistling, tearing apart the proud body in front of him, Tyrion stretched out his left hand, and the fingers with cold armor were precisely clasped on the dark prophet Benedictas who was sealed in the proud body, and between the wrist force, the body that was forcibly carried as a demon was forcibly "torn" from the proud body.

"Bang"

Benedictas, who was almost unconscious, was thrown to the cold ground, and before the Dark Prophet could react, a roaring dark sword pierced his heart, followed by the burst of pure death power, which dispersed all the void power in his body in one fell swoop, and simply cut off the soul connection between him and the proud one.

"Ah!!h

The disappearance of the emotional carrier also made the constantly recovering Proud Evil let out a miserable scream, the Demon needs a medium to manifest in the present world, and the other six Evil Demons relied on the last emperor Shao Hao 10,000 years ago to appear in Pandaria, and the medium of the Proud Evil is Benedictas who recklessly touched the heart of darkness.

Without this medium, it was difficult for the Pride to continue to maintain its form, but just as it roared and was about to dissipate, the High Lord slowly took out a more delicate crystal bottle from his storage ring, and he aimed the mouth of the bottle at the Pride in front of him, and then beckoned to the ugly monster:

"I'm going to destroy the Heart of Darkness completely, so right now, in front of you seven ugly guys, there are two options..."

"Either die with the remnants of the bones of Ashaji and completely disappear, then completely get rid of the shackles of Ashaji, and with the support of new forces, truly become an independent individual... There is no need to doubt the purpose of this invitation, for good or evil means nothing to me, in short, it is time for you to make a choice! ”

"We are... Ashach! ”

The Proud Demon roared unwillingly, but at the same time as it roared, the most cunning of the Seven Evils, the Fear of the Evil turned into a dark red streamer without saying a word, and rushed into Tyrion's crystal bottle, this action seemed to be some kind of signal, and the remaining demons also roared and merged into the bottle, shining the crystal crystal bottle like a colorful gorgeous halo.

The demons are indeed the last breath with malice that the strongest ancient god Ashaji spewed out before dying, they inherited the weak power of Ashaji, but to be precise, the demons are more like the unique continuation of Ashaji after death, they are secondary creatures created by Ashaji, in the era when the strongest ancient god only has one heart left, the continuity between the demons and the ancient gods, just like the connection between the wormmen and Cthun, Naga and Enzos, is no longer as close as it once was.

In other words, the fact that they can exist independently in Pandaria has already proved that these strange energy creatures have the possibility of living on their own after the destruction of Ashaji, and if they can replenish enough death power, they may be able to achieve some kind of more unique transformation.

"You're the only one... Your siblings clearly don't share your bad ideas. ”

The Great Lord shook the bottle in his hand, he tilted his head to look at the arrogance in front of him, who could no longer maintain the prototype, he stretched out his fingers, and touched the surface of the dark heart that was still beating in the sealing box, with the surge of pure death power, this dark heart seemed to have a premonition of some kind of impending fate, and its beating became slower and slower.

The head of the Great Lord whispered without replying:

"I'll ask you one last time... The arrogance of the seven deadly sins..."

"Are you going to die standing up? Or do you live on your knees? ”

After a few seconds, a wisp of blue mist drifted into the final ring of the crystal bottle, and the Great Lord nodded in satisfaction, and a complex seal sealed the mouth of the crystal bottle, and then threw the complete version of the "Seven Deadly Sins" into his storage ring.

In front of his eyes, the Heart of Darkness, the strongest ancient god that originated thousands of years ago and almost corrupted the entire world, had been covered with a layer of crystal frost, like a perfect work of art.

"I've done so much for you... Don't you say something at this moment? ”

Tyrion pointed his finger at the surface of the frozen Heart of Darkness in front of him, and he asked as if in his own words, and a few seconds later, a voice rang in his ears.

"Thanks, Tyrion..."

"That's good..."

The Great Lord received the gratitude he wanted, he narrowed his eyes, and the black light surged his fingers lightly poked forward, and the dark heart covered by the power of death was like a clumsy toy, completely torn apart at this moment.

The strongest ancient god Yasha has been killed for tens of thousands of years, and the power it remains in this heart, after extending the Seven Evils, has long been weakened, and it is simply unable to resist the oppression and cutting of pure death, at the moment when the dark heart is torn apart, a low roar suddenly echoes in the secret chamber of this Titan, and the reverberating sound becomes more and more powerful, and finally dissipates in the sky of the entire Pandalia and even the whole world, like rolling muffled thunder.

Those mortals who were frightened by this muffled thunder could not know that just a moment ago, another threat that would affect the entire world was strangled in the cradle, and another human calamity was completely eliminated before it broke out.

It is true that history does not praise what never happened, but the meaning of this strangulation is not described by the history written by extraordinary people, and it is destined to belong to the secret of this world that must be forgotten.

In front of Tyrion's eyes, in the Titan's sealing box, the completely destroyed Heart of Darkness began to "melt" as if it had encountered the falling snow of the sun, representing that the last trace of Ashaji left in Azeroth was about to be washed away, but just as the remnants of the Heart of Darkness were about to dissipate, the High Lord suddenly narrowed his eyes, as if he had thought of something, he reached out and froze the last piece of wreckage in front of him with ice.

This thing is still useful...

If Tyrion remembers correctly, there is also an ancient ghost wandering in Kalimdor, seeking to be reborn, looking for these things, and the young lady who thinks she is very evil and clever may be used in the future... Set a trap.

"You... What have you done! ”

A weak soul slowly floated behind the Great Lord with the support of the Titan Vault's abundant death power, and the soul of Benedictas watched with a painful look at the Great Lord destroying the treasure he had pursued all his life so casually, which made the Dark Bishop as painful as ten thousand arrows piercing his heart.

"Oh, you're still here."

The Great Lord turned his head and looked at this still intact human soul with some surprise.

Generally speaking, the cultists of Twilighthammer will sacrifice their souls as tribute to their evil masters in exchange for some trivial power, and because of the corrupt power of the Elder Gods, the souls of these cultists will always be distorted in one way or another, and in short, they will not look like normal creatures.

The Great Lord scoffs at such twisted and corrupt souls, and such inferior souls only deserve to be thrown into the soul furnace and burned into pure "spirits" to feed the environmental changes of the dead world.

But to Tyrion's surprise, Benedictas, such a veteran cultist, the No. 2 person in Twilight's hammer, his soul is actually very pure, although it has the taste of the void, but it is still human in nature, not some bad monster.

And this means that although Benedictas verbally shouts about worshiping the ancient gods, in fact, this guy has never worshiped any of the ancient gods in his heart, and he has not dedicated his soul to any of the ancient gods.

"That's kind of interesting..."

The Great Lord crossed his arms, the dark blue power of death surging in the space behind him, and in the midst of the entanglement of lines, a comfortable chair appeared behind Tyrion, he leaned back in the chair, and looked at the weak Benedictas in front of him playfully:

"Your mastery of the power of the Void is not due to the gifts of the Elder Gods, so let me guess that you are actually an atheist? In your eyes, the Void is also a force that can be studied and controlled? So, what do you worship? ”

Benedictas was reluctant to answer this question, but as a weak soul, he could not keep his secret in front of Tyrion, and he could only answer with difficulty:

"It's the void itself... I did not enter this path of shadow because I came into contact with the ancient gods, the first half of my body believed in the Light, but the Light could not explain the shadow behind it, so I walked into the shadow, and I saw the mystery of the shadow, the mystery that is not weaker than the Light, not the power of foolishness per se, but the knowledge that lies beneath the surface..."

"I've never come to this point because I worship some stupid god."

"Ah, interesting."

The Great Lord snapped his fingers:

"You remind me of some of the people I've been in contact with... Some eccentric people, if what you say is true, well, even if what you say is true, you stupidly pursue the power of the ancient gods, trying to use the power of these void minions to peek into the essence of the void, this is a wrong path, the six basic forces of the stars are pure, the void has no will of its own like the holy light, but the creatures it derives, those representatives, have their own pursuits. ”

"Do you understand? If you want to pursue the nature of the Void, you can't follow the path that the Void creatures have laid out for you, and those paths have their own evil desires from other beings, and you must first fully integrate yourself into the pure Void... As the way I walked, I became one with death. ”

"I am death..."

The Dark Bishop looked blankly at Tyrion in front of him, and he whispered:

"You, why are you telling me this?"

"It's simple, I need you to do something for me."

The High Lord rubbed the black ring on his finger, and he looked at Benedictas in front of him:

"You need a key to get on the right path, and I'll give you this key... And before you take the key, show your sincerity, I have no intention of making you kneel to me, but I believe that under a great and noble goal there will always be some poor victim... And there is no one who is most familiar with cultists than a real cultist like you. ”

"So, bring me back those two disgusting heads of Gugar, and I'll give you the key you crave..."

"Of course, to show that I'm not pretending to deceive you, let me tell you a story... A story about ethereals, a story about... The story of the Twin Realms..."