Akmund was hit head-on by the power of the Eye of Sargeras and was on the verge of serious injury, but this did not mean that he was at this time to be bullied.

For a great demon like him, the existence of the body is only to carry the soul and power, and the loss of the body is actually not a fatal problem in a sense.

As long as the soul is still there, deadly magic can still be used.

"Are you going to stare me to death with your eyes?"

Tyrion's figure jumped, dodging the scorching energy from the polluter's eyes in front of him, it was easy, he kept charging forward, and between jumps, he quickly approached the polluter's body, and then waved the ash bringer in his hand, and slashed at Akmund's wound with a sword, and the black sword shadow overlapped, so that the cut body had another deep scar that could be seen in the bone.

Immediately after, the magic sword Apocalypse in Tyrion's other hand was fiercely stabbed into the dark green blood in the extreme hum, and the moment it pierced into the body of the Great Demon, this greedy magic sword began to frantically bite Akmund's soul, and the pain from that soul made the dying Great Demon even more irritable.

"I am Akmund, King of Erida! Fuck off, bugs! ”

More than a dozen beating dark green light pattern arrays wrapped around his remnants one after another, and the next moment, scorching flames erupted from the center of the circle, enveloping the body of the polluter and the assassin in a strong evil energy.

The use of this magic power is not exquisite, but it is powerful in terms of destructive power, and it is unusually fast, in the raging fire of beating evil energy, Tyrion can clearly see that the body of the polluter is also burning by the flames, it is obvious that the archdemon has sensed that Tyrion is a little tricky, and it actually has the ability to destroy his soul, so between the humiliation, he chose a burst of resistance.

He prepares... Kill himself.

"Are you leaving?"

Tyrion's eyes changed slightly, and his whole body rolled up with dark red death energy, enveloping his whole body, and then quickly rushed into the evil energy burning circle, he shouted loudly:

"Why don't you stay for a cup of tea?"

"Huh"

Scorching blood splattered, Apocalypse and Ash Bringer stabbed the Archdemon's body again, Tyrion let go of the hilt of his sword, and the moment his eyes turned blood-red, his hands were raised, and two pillars of dark green scorching blood were forcibly drawn from Akmund's corpse.

Pain, extreme pain, swept the polluter's mind, and the Apocalypse inserted in his stump was like a bold mouse, tearing at his strong and tough soul, but the Apocalypse was biting very hard, and when facing this delicious soul again, Apocalypse was like a dying old man, with loose teeth and weak strength, so that it could not enjoy the delicious "feast" in front of him at all.

This is normal ... It's not that the Demon Blade Apocalypse has become weaker, but because the souls it faces are too strong.

Apocalypse is a magic blade forged by the ancient Nasrezm demons, which has devastating lethality for mortal souls, but the destructive power of Apocalypse has an upper limit, just like no matter how strong an ant is, it can't beat an adult, after all, it is just a legendary weapon, you can't ask it to do too much.

Akmund's power upgrade was given by the Dark Titan himself, and the power of the Titan was protecting him, under normal circumstances, during the heyday of Akmund the Polluter, even if the Great Demon opened his soul for the Apocalypse to bite, the magic sword would not want to hurt him at all, just like once in the Draenor world, in the face of the seriously injured Great Demon Kazak, Apocalypse tried his best, and could only tear a small piece from Kazak's huge soul.

As a pure weapon, even if it has its own will and soul, it cannot take the initiative to break through its own limits... It needs help, and the soul in front of it is important to it!

"Buzz, buzz"

The magic sword stuck in the rapidly drying flesh hummed wildly, and Tyrion, who was trying his best to extract the active blood of the archdemon, heard this strange hum that had never been seen before, which made him turn his head strangely.

Tyrion's blood-red eyes blinked, and in Akmund's beast-like roar and the burning of the fire of evil power, he asked in a hoarse voice:

"You... Are you begging me? ”

"Buzz"

Apocalypse trembled, as if answering Tyrion's question.

And this answer made Tyrion's face even more weird:

"It's really strange today, I really didn't expect that an unruly bastard like you would turn back one day... But, why should I help you? You see, you never want to have a master, right? ”

"Buzz, buzz"

Apocalypse's roar was even more intense, if it was changed to human language, it probably represented Apocalypse's anxiety and anger at this time, but the more it was so, the more silent Tyrion became, the King of Dark Blades manipulated the dark green blood, gathering into several beads of evil energy around him, he tilted his head and looked at the magic sword in front of him:

"Hey, this isn't the attitude you should have, but I probably understand that Akmund's soul is important to you, and it can help you push your limits... Reshape the blade and reach another level of weaponry, well, sounds great... But again, why should I help you? ”

Tyrion rubbed his chin, he glanced back at the Great Demon whose breath was getting weaker and weaker, he waved his hand to interrupt the roar of the Apocalypse, and he said in a deep voice:

"I don't need you to harvest this demonic soul, Bonsandy will help me... We made a contract, I took half of it, he took half of it... Actually, you see, I have the Ember Bringer, which is stronger than you and more loyal than you, and you know why I forged it? ”

"I'm tired of your unruliness, I feel disgusted by your uncontrollable rebellious wildness, I'm not going to use you anymore, Apocalypse, I've given you many chances, but you never cherish... I asked you to give me the fragment of Kazak's soul, and you refused, didn't you? I asked you to help me convert those paladins, and you refused too! ”

"Merry. Winter Wind's soul is spoiled by you with a bad personality, he chooses to annihilate himself in despair, and almost lets Casanatier go ahead of time... Look how much trouble you've gotten me in! ”

Tyrion's fingers caressed the hilt of the silent Ember Bringer, and he looked at Apocalypse with indifference in his eyes:

"A weapon that does not obey the orders of its master has no value in existence at all... Apocalypse, I won't help you! It's like you're not going to really help me. ”

"Bonsandy is coming, maybe he will be interested in you, maybe I can use you to get more troops from him, those 1000 golden sword guards are much more useful than you!"

As he spoke, Tyrion pulled back the Ember Bringer from the already faint body of Akmund, shook the blood drops from his sword, turned the black heavy sword behind him, and strode away, on the edge of the floating island of Dalaran, he already felt the breath of Bonsandy, the troll Reaper was coming soon, to fulfill his agreement with Tyrion.

Divide the coveted and powerful soul of Akmund...

"Buzz"

Just as Tyrion was a few steps away, behind him, the Apocalypse inserted in the body of the Great Demon let out a shrill hiss after a long silence, like those young men who had given up on themselves.

And Tyrion's footsteps also stopped at this moment, and he turned his head, and a strange beat in his eyes:

"You... Say it again? ”

"Buzz"

Apocalypse hissed again, and Tyrion looked impatient:

"Say! I know you can talk! I want to hear you hear it with my own ears! ”

This demanded that the Demon Blade be silent again, but seeing the soul power around Dalaran Floating Island escape deeper, Apocalypse finally gave in.

"The hosts... I need you... Help me! ”

It was the first time Tyrion had heard Apocalypse speak, he had known for a long time that this unruly blade could speak, and Miss Saratas had proved it, Apocalypse's voice was like the tone of those gloomy Dreadlords, low, hoarse, revealing a touch of exhaustion and resentment, sounding like an evil fellow.

"Hmm... It feels really good, like the first time a boisterous bear kid has opened his mouth to call Daddy. ”

Tyrion stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, and he walked over to Apocalypse, and he looked at the trembling sword:

"Say it again!"

"Don't get an inch! Tyrion. Dawnblade! ”

"Huh? That's what you call me? ”

A playful smile flashed in Tyrion's eyes:

"What should you call me?"

“... Master! ”

This time, Tyrion easily felt the resentment in Apocalypse's voice, but the powerlessness of the Demon Blade, which finally succumbed, caused the King of the Dark Blade to let out a hearty laugh.

The next moment, his left hand gripped the hilt of the Apocalypse again, and Tyrion's eyes turned pure black, and black flames representing the power of the soul poured out from his arm, wrapping around his fingers layer by layer, as well as the hilt of the Apocalypse, the blade.

"You know, Apocalypse, if you're just talking, there's nothing I can do for you..."

Tyrion whispered:

"Open your soul and leave my mark, only then can I lend you power!"

"Buzz"

Between the buzzing of the magic blade, a dark red strange halo shone from the core of this moon-shaped long sword, and the black fire of Tyrion was entangled, as if the clear water was polluted, just in the blink of an eye, the core of the apocalypse turned into a beating black flame, and after Tyrion's soul power was injected into this magic blade, its solid shell began to shatter from the inside, and new power began to breed in this sword.

It let out a rampant roar, on the soul level, Tyrion could see clearly, Apocalypse was like a monstrous monster covered in black flames, opened its bloody mouth, and bit Akmund's weak soul in one bite, unlike before, it could only bite off some corners, this time, it tore off a fragment equivalent to one-twentieth of the Great Demon's soul in one bite.

"Tustin dogs... My good friend Tyrion, you look like you need my help! ”

At the very moment when the Apocalypse began to tear at Akmund's soul, behind Tyrion, on the edge of the shattered floating island of Dalaran, between the dark mist escaping, the eerie voice of the troll Death Bonsandy rang out.

He's done with his promise, but Tyrion doesn't need him anymore.

"I'm sorry, Bonsandy..."

Tyrion turned his head and looked at the troll Reaper who was rubbing his hands, a hint of indifference flashing in his black eyes:

"But I suddenly realized that maybe I could handle the soul in front of me myself, and I don't need you to bother anymore, I'm sorry to let you run away in vain... But I'll make it up to you, 50,000 troll souls, how? That's enough to show my apologies, isn't it? ”

"Huh"

The sky of the entire Dalaran Floating Island turned into a deep and indifferent scenery of the dead world at this moment, and the troll Death God Bonsandy, who had always been hippie and smiling, also had an angry look in his eyes under the white bone mask, and a spear composed of soul power appeared in his hand.

"You're kidding, right? My friend Tyrion... I love your jokes, but now, get out of the way, I'll just take my share! ”

"Oh, aren't you satisfied?"

Tyrion moved his wrist and whispered:

"And 100,000 troll souls? Or, more? Until you're satisfied! ”

"Wow"

Nine black, cold and strange tentacles wrapped around the cold and strange aura suddenly surged up from under the Dalaran Floating Island, the newly formed strait, bringing up a monstrous wave, and the unsettling aura of the Death Realm became deeper as if it were a double superposition, and in the eyes of the people of the present world, the Dalaran Floating Island, as if it had been pulled into another world, had long since disappeared.

"I told you a long time ago, stupid Bonsandy... No mortal can be trusted! ”

A shrill female voice interjected into the conversation, and in the sky behind Tyrion, a pair of hazy and chaotic eyes slowly opened in the breath of the Dead Realm, and looked at Tyrion who was confronting Bonsandy below with a toy gaze:

"I've been watching him for a long time, and he's not the kind of character who would surrender to... Am I right? Tyrion. Dawnblade! That little slut in Agasa thinks you'll protect her, but I'm curious, you're really... Can you? ”

The King of the Dark Blades turned his head, he looked at the looming, huge figure of the upper body of the woman in the sky, which was entangled in dark thunder, his eyes shone with a hint of resentment, but in the end, he was still polite, like a gentleman, and bowed slightly to the woman:

"Hello... Queen of Hell, Master of the Necromancy, Lady Hela, I have long admired your name..."

PS: This plus update is over, everyone will go to work tomorrow, have a good rest tonight, seize the time to accompany your family, and find a good state to start tomorrow's work. In addition, I'm not sure if there will be a change in November.,Now there's really no chapter in my hand.,I can only say try my best to do it again in November.,But if not.,I hope you don't disappoint... Tomorrow to resume 3 more, let me recuperate... It's so tiring.