The soul, something that cannot be seen or touched, an energy aggregation that cannot be verified, and the power it extends is generally called wisdom and will, and it is difficult for mortals to influence the laws of reality because their souls are too weak.

But if the power of the soul is strong enough, it can be used with subtle skill to become a more destructive weapon than pure power.

Just like now, the "mythical" battle that broke out between the Great Lord and the Elder Gods.

Cthun tried to influence Tyrion's will with Fallen Whispers, but it soon discovered that the invincible Whispers of the Mind against flesh creatures could not penetrate Tyrion's strong soul at all, so the Elder God knew that the soul of the little creature in front of him was as powerful as it! Even... It's even stronger than the weak one.

So the Elder God put away these little means, and it let out a reality-bending roar, and the tentacles like octopus, like dark whips, tumbled out of the sea of blood in the center of the temple, and with a disgusting and smelly liquid, it roared and smashed into the Great Lord suspended in the air of the dim temple.

This scene is like the scene of being attacked by sea beasts on the angry sea, those tentacles that shoot are as tight as a spear piercing the spear, and the dozen or so special tentacles shine with purple runes, and one after another spells full of void power smashed towards Tyrion, but they couldn't fall into the body of the great lord at all, and were scattered by the spiritual wind that was entwined around Tyrion.

Although the threat is small, this scene looks really nerve-ting.

"I suddenly remembered some forgotten memories, those memories of the past, and I now have a less mature idea..."

The Great Lord looked at the tentacles that shot in, he narrowed his eyes, and whispered:

"Give it a try."

"Wow"

The Vortex Gate of the Dead Realm slammed open behind Tyrion, and the power of darkness poured down on the High Lord's body like a storm, filling the space in front of him like a cold black curtain, and Cthun's tentacles pierced into the dark mist, and the power of the void collided with the power of death, like pouring a basin of water into a hot oil pot.

Dazzling sparks flew in all directions, like a fireworks of the grandest.

And in the midst of that dark curtain, in the chaotic roar of Cthun, Tyrion closed his eyes, allowing the thick, cold, but very docile energy to wrap his body layer by layer, and even the apocalypse wrapped around the black fire was surrounded by layers of energy.

The sheer power of death manifested itself through dark energy, like the strongest layer of armor covering Tyrion's body.

"Dangchang"

Cthun's frenzied shooting carried a huge amount of power with each blow, although the body of the Elder God was sealed, the pure power it possessed was still beyond the reach of mortals, the vanguard of these void forces could corrupt the world, and when necessary, the fully grown Old Gods could even shatter the world.

The dark curtain of the energy convergence of the Dead Realm was shattered like glass, and at this moment, the dark mist that drifted away was like gunpowder smoke that had been blown away, rolling like a storm, revealing the hidden things within.

"Wow! Coooooool！ ”

Little Yuna, who was watching the battle with her legs crossed, suddenly flashed a flash of surprise in her big eyes when she saw Tyrion's state at this time, she jumped up, waved her little fist, and shouted loudly between the flashes of holy light:

"So handsome! Kill that ugly bastard! Smash it to death! Come on! Come on! ”

"Is it really handsome?"

Tyrion snorted with his eyes closed, his long gray hair swaying in the spirit wind, and outside of the High Lord's body, the layers of death power were condensed into a viscous energy between the physical and the illusory, and that energy was shaped by Tyrion's will into a black giant as tall as a mountain.

It was clad in heavy, shaped, and delicate armor, shoulders adorned with shoulder armor like hideous demon heads, a steel dress and robes like knight's armor, and boots decorated with skulls and black roses on its feet, the power of death fluttering behind it like a loose cloak, and the cold spirit wind turned into clouds like black mist around its body.

It looks majestic, yet has a breathtaking deterrent.

The demon warrior wore a mighty full-covered helmet, also shaped to look like a hellish ghost, with ornaments resembling horns on both sides of the helmet, and it carried two knives, one of which had been unsheathed, held between the black hand armor, and the sharp blade shaped by energy was an enlarged version of the magic sword Apocalypse.

And in the scabbard behind the back is another weapon belonging to Tyrion... An enlarged version of the Ember Bringer.

The giant stood in a half-kneeling posture between the corpse mountains and the sea of blood in the sealing hall, but from its current posture alone, it could be discerned that the body of the demon warrior with this energy gathering was at least 7 meters tall.

"It feels... Seems really good. ”

The next moment, between Tyrion's will, the demon warrior seemed to have awakened, and stood up from the ground, his mighty posture was like a mountain that had come to life, and the ancient god Cthun, who had soaked his body in a sea of blood, became a poor, trembling little man compared to this demon warrior.

"Buzz"

Tyrion's eyes opened at this moment, and under the demon warrior's full-covered helmet, two dark blue cold eyes also opened at the same time, and at this moment, this demon warrior who had used his soul for the first time seemed to be completely alive.

"Roar!"

Cthun felt the influx of malice and menace, and all of its tentacles began to sway wildly, like a whistling black whip, smashing at the molded demon warrior in all directions.

"Is that all?"

The Great Lord who was suspended in the heart of the demon warrior shook his head, his body squatted slightly, and the Apocalypse Demon Sword in his hand roared towards him in a sword-drawing posture, and the enlarged version of the Apocalypse Demon Sword in the hand of the tall mountain-like demon warrior quickly wrapped up black flames, and also made the same imposing attack.

"Huh"

Like black lightning streaking across this dim temple, and like the Death Scythe swept by, at the moment when the Apocalypse Demon Sword was suddenly unsheathed, behind the demon warriors, those ugly tentacles that were stagnant in the air, together with the top stone pillar of the small half of the temple, as if they had been cut off by the waist, smashed into the temple ground like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Foul-smelling and disgusting blood gushed from the smooth fracture, swaying in the masonry of the temple, and the pain of the severed tentacles caused Cthun's body to sway wildly between the sea of blood.

"You're going to die!"

The crazy roar of the Elder God caused the entire temple to be filled with a layer of floating labyrinth-like void edges that began to grow, but just before the Glory Prism was completed, the demon warrior stepped forward and smashed into Cthun's flesh and blood from top to bottom with a powerful punch, and the cold death power seeped into the disgusting body, and the flesh and blood of the Elder God were blown away with this punch.

Tyrion backhanded out the Ash Bringer dedicated to physical attacks, and the Demon Warrior also accompanied the change of the Great Leader's initiative, pulling out an enlarged version of the Ash Bringer from behind, and the next moment, between the whistling black sword shadows, the sharp and heavy blade slashed into Cthun's body.

"Wow"

Hundreds of subsequent sword shadows slashed into the ugly and disgusting octopus from all directions, and for a moment, the ancient god Cthun seemed to be thrown into a terrifying whirlwind of blades, and those severed flesh smashed in all directions of the temple, if Cthun was knowledgeable enough, then it should be able to understand that this thing was like a famous punishment in some civilization...

A thousand cuts!

"Pain!"

When had the Elder Gods been subjected to such a terrifying attack since the Battle of Domination, and in the desperate storm shrouded by the black sword blade in front of him, Cthun quickly realized something...

Weak, it is no match for the evil star in front of it.

Stripped of the most powerful psychic depravity ability, the Elder God is equivalent to a monster that is as powerful as its spirit and flesh, but since it is a monster, it can be defeated by even more powerful forces.

It's going to die... If it doesn't think about it anymore...

"Wow"

Just as at the beginning of the battle, Cthun's eyeball, which had been cut off by the Ash Bringer, barely moved, and between the black blood splashes, a death-like eye slammed into the demon warrior wielding the knife in front of him.

"Bang"

Tyrion flipped his wrist and blocked the blow with the Ash Bringer, the force of which made him take a step back, and taking advantage of this opportunity, Cthun, suspended in the sea of blood, stared at Tyrion and his demon warrior viciously with his shattered eyeballs, and then slowly sank into the sea of blood between the churning waves.

"We... Fight again! ”

In less than a second, the ancient god was lost in this temple.

"Hide back in your own cage... Cthun, you really have an idea. ”

Tyrion looked at the sea of blood in the center of the temple that was gradually calming down, and he knew very well that below this thing should be the real prison cage used by the Titan Guardians to seal Cthun, but the situation in front of him made it difficult for Tyrion.

The Titan's cage is not a good place to enter, although the place has been destroyed by Cthun, but judging from the fact that the Elder God has not yet escaped from the cage, the seal of the cage should still be in operation, this thing will isolate all external forces, although it is difficult to say who is stronger and weaker between the power of death and the arcane power used by the guardians, but from the worst-case scenario, once inside, Tyrion is likely to be sealed in.

It's easy to get in, but it's hard to get out.

It took hundreds of thousands of years for Cthun to corrode a gap in the cage, and if Tyrion was thrown in, he estimated that it could take hundreds, if not thousands, of years to climb out.

It wasn't what he wanted.

But now that Cthun is hiding in a cage, there is no way for Tyrion to get rid of it without opening this cage, but the problem is that once the Titan cage is opened from the outside world, it is equivalent to Tyrion releasing Cthun with his own hands, not to mention the coalition soldiers who fought against the insects above the mountain temple, if Cthun escaped from this place, then Tyrion would be guilty.

Of course, judging from the previous battle with Cthun, the High Lord did not think that this extremely weak ancient god could escape from him.

But when it comes to the power of the Void, I have to think about the overall situation, after all, this thing is also a little too weird.

In the middle of this thought, the Great Lord waved his hand, and the completely temperamentless demon warrior of Cthun who had fought before disappeared into the temple as it did when it appeared, and quickly disappeared into the temple between the dissipation of dark energy, and the Great Lord looked at the disgusting corpses on the ground with some disgust, he was suspended in the air, and after thinking for several minutes, he turned his head to look at the little ghost sitting at the entrance of the temple watching the play.

"Yuna, come here!"

Tyrion waved his hand at the little ghost, and a precise death grip was fastened to the little ghost, and then in Yuna's exclamation with laughter, the little girl was pulled to the side of the Great Lord.

"You said before that there was a mysterious sister who helped you get your eye cured, and she asked you to tell me that she was looking at me, right?"

Tyrion asked, and Yuna nodded:

"Yes, that sister is so gentle in her speech!"

"Well, that's good."

The Great Lord looked at Yuna's starry eyes, and he whispered:

"So, girl, come, look me in the eye!"

The little ghost didn't know what Tyrion was going to do, but she was confident that Tyrion wouldn't hurt her, so she blinked the big Draenei eyes, and then looked at Tyrion's ice-blue eyes, and the High Lord put his hand on Yuna's shoulder, and his consciousness seeped into the little girl's eyes in between the workings of the power of death.

"I knew I should have talked to you a long time ago..."

"But it doesn't seem too late... The Star Spirit Lady of Azeroth, Elune, the Luna God, if you're really looking at me... So..."

Tyrion's ice-blue eyes flashed with hesitation, a hint of apprehension, and a hint of anticipation:

"Now, I need you to give me an opinion... So..."

"Respond to me!"