Death, death is not a cold interpretation, it is a state, it is a power, it is a medium that can have an impact on the real world, it can certainly be used, not in a naturally occurring form.

Tyrion integrated the third hell, although the rules of that hell are incomplete, and the whole is in a state of "desolation", but it does not mean that Tyrion cannot use the power of death, in fact, when he "pardoned" all the Eaters of Souls in Hell, the strange forms of death, those resentful spirits' perception and understanding of death, were blessed on the Great Lord, and gave him new power.

An unknown power, one that Tyrion rarely uses.

On the battlefield of the forest dwelling in the Ashen Valley, the natural demigod Cenarius, a powerful creature with antlers, the body of a stag and the upper body of the Night Elves, swept through the forest by a natural storm under the rage of the forest, and the ancient trees were given new vitality, they uprooted their roots from under the earth, and then vented their infinite brute force on the battlefield in front of them.

The ferocious demons tried to use the flames against the trees, but before these natural creatures were burned, they roared like heroes who looked at death as if they were at home, rushing into the battlefield, stirring up the invincible demon army, and most importantly, in the natural storm set off by the natural demigods, the endless natural energy was constantly repairing the damage of those huge tree people, allowing them to fight back against the demonic fire.

What is the most in Ashengue?

Tree!

On this battlefield, Cenarius is like a general in command of an invincible army, and he will never be short of soldiers.

Cenarius' green eyes stared at the staggering demonic assassin Akali as she was struck by the forces of nature, the cunning man screaming viciously in the storm, her hood torn open by the storm, revealing the ugly face beneath the hood, the face covered in scales and scars, the senseless face burned by the evil energy.

And those dark red eyes of menace, she struggled to lie on the ground, crawling hand and foot together towards Cenarius, who was staring at her like a god, and she cursed incessantly, as if she resented the damned world and her weak power.

"It's ugly!"

Cenarius raised his left hand, and the vines stretched wildly over the arms of the natural demigod, and in the blink of an eye, the thorny spikes as hard as steel covered Cenarius's arms like weapons, and the deer-like demigod raised his front hooves, and he let out a roar of disgust:

"Your appearance and your heart... Just as ugly! ”

"Wow"

Under the entanglement of the storm of green energy, the natural demigod charged at the demon assassin like the most powerful knight, his left arm raised, and the thorns that were more terrible than steel were frantically entangled, like a deadly cavalry spear, under the infinite charge of Cenarius's power, the next moment it would completely pierce the heart of the demonic assassin Akali.

The star-studded demonic assassin would die on the battlefield she had chosen today, and the shadow of death came over her face like a cold storm of substance, and Akali's eyes widened, and she rose from the ground, her hands clenched into the vicious weapon that had been transformed into a battle axe's bloody roar, and those eyes were full of malice.

This is what a demon should look like, even if it is death, he must face it directly.

However, at the moment when the galloping Cenarius raised his left arm and was about to pierce the thorn in his hand into Akali's heart, a black light suddenly pierced the space, like a black arrow shot silently, hitting the natural demigod in the frenzy from behind, making Cenarius's indifferent expression change drastically at this moment.

This scene completely fell into the eyes of the demonic assassin Akali, and the changes that followed were incomprehensible even for the well-informed demonic assassins.

In front of her eyes, the natural demigod whose body was entwined with endless natural energy, launched a decisive charge, like a mythical god, the powerful enemy Cenarius, his expression was stunned and frightened, as if something terrible had happened to him, the black light that shot into his body was like some trigger, and it was like a forbidden switch was turned on in his body.

"Wow"

The natural storm that enveloped the entire battlefield and destroyed everything suddenly subsided at this moment, one second it was still turbulent, and the next second the entire battlefield returned to its due dead silence, the green halo that penetrated the sky and the earth, representing life, disappeared like an extinguished sun, and those awakened tree people let out a mournful hiss in unison at this moment, and then resumed the form of a giant tree again.

It was all like a dream, and the demons who were pressed and beaten by the Treants didn't even react, but the scales of victory were in their favor.

Akali could see clearly, right in front of her eyes, a trace of cyan death appeared on the serious cheeks of the almost invincible Senarius, and the living body that was originally full of life energy and could be felt without even opening her eyes was also completely reversed at this moment, all the vitality disappeared at this moment, but it was not like a dry river...

It's like a polluted river, where all the living life force is instantly "replaced" with extremely opposite energy... A gloomy death...

But Cenarius didn't die because of this, because Tyrion didn't want the nature demigod to die in his hands, he didn't even hurt the nature demigod, theoretically Cenarius can still mobilize the huge cold energy in his body to the extreme, this kind of freezing and killing power can even make Cenarius more destructive, however, will the nature demigod use the power of death?

So, what did Tyrion do in that moment?

Quite simply, he just used his new power to replace the life to which Cenarius belonged with death... Life and death, this is the power of two sides of the same body, just like light and shadow, like order and chaos... As long as you infiltrate and master one of them, you will naturally be able to control the other.

This is the true power that the Dead Realm has given to Tyrion, this is his understanding of death, this is the true meaning of the finger of death... Not a simple massacre, but a pure, law-based, life and death... Conversion!

Cenarius originally possessed as strong the life energy as strong as the converted death energy was, but this conversion was temporary, because Tyrion did not have the full power of death, and he could not do the power to transform a natural demigod into a "death demigod" in an instant, but to be precise, in this rapidly changing battlefield, this is enough.

"No !!"

Sensing the devastating death energy in his body, Cenarius's face changed drastically, and his whole body was covered with cold mist, let out an earth-shattering roar, however, he seemed to have forgotten that one of the deadliest killers in the stars was standing in front of him.

"Aha!"

Akali's grim voice rang out in Cenarius' trance-like spirit, and with it came the blades of the axes that tore through the neck of the natural demigod from behind him, and the blue and red entwined battle axes sliced through a third of Cenarius's neck, and from a distance it looked as if Akali had "decapitated" the natural demigod.

Of course, it wasn't that simple to kill a demigod, but after losing the life support given by natural energy, the cut wound and the pain of seeping into the spinal cord seemed to be doubled, and the paralyzing and deadly toxin began to affect the thinking of the natural demigod, and the unrestrained and uncontrollable death energy in his body made it impossible for Cenarius to even fight back.

He wasn't used to this cold power, he wasn't exposed to this pure death at all, he didn't know how to mobilize it, he didn't even know how to accept it.

But Akali is not a warrior willing to fight head-on, she is a vicious assassin, taking every opportunity to give her opponent a fatal blow is her code of conduct, Cenarius in front of her cannot move, cannot fight back, this is her best chance!

"You're dead... It's just that your heart doesn't know..."

Akali's mad laughter, combined with the body that had been transformed into a deadly phantom, set off a frenzied storm of slaughter around Cenarius, and in the cold splatters of flesh, the powerful natural demigod Cenarius sensed that death was coming.

"Poof"

With a brutal final blow, the staggered blades of the axe sliced through the blood-covered upper body of Cenarius, and between the terrible lacerations attached to the Devourer's Fang, Akali saw the still beating heart of the natural demigod, she stuck out her tongue, licked her lips, raised the battle axe in her left hand, and slashed it down.

"Bang"

Cenarius was strong and noble, his body collapsed like a small hill, the cold power of death slowly escaping from his body, the newborn force of nature trying to save his master, however, he was too badly wounded...

Cenarius was lying in his warm blood, he struggled to open his eyes, and he saw the demonic assassin walking in front of him, the crazy bastard raised the battle axe in his hand, and in a crazy and bloodthirsty smile, the shining cold light of the battle axe, fell with a bang.

The nature demigod felt that the horizon in front of him began to spin wildly, as if he had been thrown into the air, and finally smashed to the ground, and in the moment before his bouncing vision was shrouded in darkness, he saw the orc chief Grom, who was besieged by the Dreadlord and the demon assassin, the latter was like a beast fighting back in a desperate situation, however, even the nature demigod had fallen, how long could Grom hold on?

Cenarius' headless body twitched, life was detaching from this body little by little, and the immortal soul of the natural demigod rose from his body, it was a brilliant soul like a stag, high in the sky of this slaughtering battlefield, a door to the Emerald Dream had been opened, it was another world, welcoming the return of the soul of the natural demigod.

But at the moment when the soul of the unconscious Cenarius was about to enter the emerald dream, a familiar black light flashed through the sky like a blade, and in the convulsions of the natural demigod soul, a fifth of his brilliant soul was cut off... The next moment, the remaining souls were captured by the gate of the Emerald Dream... Devour completely.

"Restored"

Cenarius's severed soul changed rapidly in the air, breaking away from the demigod's body, this small piece of soul was freed by the action of higher powers, and finally turned into a human stag very similar to Cenarius himself, it had no self-consciousness, like a newborn child, and could only instinctively run to the existence that gave it freedom.

It was like a lively fawn, jumping back and forth around the elf in a black trench coat, letting out a childish scream, Tyrion crouched down and held the lively little cutie in his arms, he gently stroked the soul of this young child, he nodded to his wife standing beside him, wearing black gloves, wearing a hunting suit Blood Master Mother Side at this moment pulled out the war bow in his hand.

"Whoosh, whoosh"

The sound of scalp-numbing arrows resounded on the battlefield, and the Dreadlord Bainholler, who was besieging Grom, and the demonic assassin Akali raised their heads at the same time, but the moment they reacted, the arrows entwined with blood and cold death had already pierced their bodies, and the huge force continued to push back against their bodies, and finally nailed the two hideous demon sub-lords to the trees on the edge of the battlefield.

Akali struggled, she glared viciously at the figure with the warbow in hand, even she, the powerful assassin of the stars, didn't feel when these two strange elves appeared here, she wanted to insult her, however, the man holding the soul fawn glanced up at her.

Just one glance, the calm ice blue eyes were like steel seals, imprinted on her heart, fear... The great fear, like looking directly at death itself, made Akali shut her mouth and then lowered her head, pretending that she didn't exist.

Holding the soul fawn, Tyrion walked up to Grom, and he looked at the old orc, who was panting and covered in scars, but still holding on to the death and not going to fall, and staring at him viciously, the High Lord whispered:

"Come with me, Grom, a war more important than this kid's game is about to begin, and that will directly decide the fate of the whole world, I need warriors like you..."

"In exchange, I'll give you a chance to free all the orc souls..."

Grom's eyes changed violently several times, and finally, glancing at the battle axe in his hand, and looking at his trembling hands, he asked in a low voice:

"Curse of the bloodline?"

"Yes, freedom of soul, body, and will."

With a flick of Tyrion's fingers, the roaring army of the Reaper roared out from all corners of the battlefield, and at the will of the High Lord, they let out a silent roar, like a dark turbid current, completely drowning the demons behind them.

"And this war? You... Aren't you going to meddle? ”

Grom looked at Tyrion, who tilted his head and said calmly:

"It's just a child's play..."

"What does it have to do with me?"