With every step Carlos took, his size increased. The surging holy light tried to transform him into an energy life form like Naaru, but the curse of flesh and blood from the ancient gods stubbornly restricted this process.
The final result was that Carlos, whose body size soared to more than five meters, underwent a complete atavism.
Different from the frail human body, the Iron Vrykul that once served the Titans was a complete war machine, let alone the Vrykul Legion mass-produced by the Origin Engine or the Mogu mass-produced by the Nalak'sha Engine. The real prototypes were It is a special model regardless of cost.
The huge size, the steel body, the surging holy light and the power of flesh and blood collided with each other. Carlos, who stepped into the realm of demigods, heard the voice from the core of the world in his ears.
It was an indelible itching, a low and suppressed moan, and a lingering torment.
Azeroth is bleeding.
But the gathering of holy light sublimated Carlos' spiritual level. It seemed that at the end of the universe, in the cemetery of countless stars, the Naaru transcended the barriers of time and space and sent him friendly greetings.
There is also knowledge about the Holy Light.
With a comfortable paradise on one side and a painful hell on the other, Carlos stood firm and even became like the Titan he once was.
The sleeping problem that Carlos was worried about did not appear, but something more terrifying happened.
He suddenly understood where Neltharion's madness came from.
The guardians of the earth never give up their responsibility to protect the earth, but Mother Earth gave up her children.
The once chaotic and ignorant Azeroth star core opened its mind under the torture of the ancient gods, and the great life-giver gained self-awareness.
Azeroth personified.
Azeroth stubbornly resisted the corruption and encroachment of the Old Gods. She refused to become the food of the Old Gods. She learned the methods of the parasites. She... became an Ancient God who was not an Old God.
Whether you learn from the barbarians and learn their skills to defeat them, or join if you can't defeat them, Azeroth is sick and mentally ill.
As the first human being to step into the realm of demigods in 10,000 years after the explosion of the Well of Eternity, Carlos suddenly understood that it was not because of his hard work that he had such an achievement, but that Azeroth chose him.
While solving some confusions, it also brings more doubts.
The knowledge gained in an instant was enough to burn a mortal's brain to ashes, and even Carlos, who became a demigod, felt a strong sense of dizziness.
But after getting through it, Carlos sobered up.
The turmoil in the Well of Souls must be quelled.
The Old Gods' plans are linked together. Allowing the Well of Souls to explode is not just a simple matter of breaking C'Thun's seal or allowing the insect-men to rush out of Silithus.
The Ancient Gods are in a state of invincibility. N'Zoth will not have the idea of selflessness. There is only one reason why it helps C'Thun, and that is the explosion of the Well of Souls, which helps it escape from the bottom of the sea.
This is a win-win situation for C'Thun and N'Zoth, and the only ones hurt are Azeroth and its people.
Carlos raised his arm and pointed his index finger to the sky. The second impact occurred immediately. The high-ranking elves of Elrethalas who had long been sucking demonic magic power curled up in pain on the ground. On the contrary, many civilians who could not absorb demonic magic power were not affected.
"Holy Light... Holy Light has responded to my plea again!"
Chen Guang was surprised to find that he had been favored by the Holy Light again, and shed tears unconsciously.
"Conquer the demons in your hearts, purify the team, and suppress this city."
Carlos issued the first order.
At the same time, Carlos observed the orcs present and found that the influence of the demon's blood on them had indeed subsided. Apart from itching and scratching their skin, more orcs did not experience any discomfort when they received the baptism of the Holy Light.
"Glory Orcs, the time has come to prove your glory. Do you remember the tragedy of Draenor? If we don't fight, this planet will explode."
"Victory or death!"
There are no new generations of the orcs present. They are all veterans who have experienced the Dark Portal. They don't understand the truth, but they really understand the planet explosion.
The orcs quickly moved into action, and Carlos signaled Azuregos to act immediately.
The old blue dragon transformed into a giant dragon. It looked smaller than Carlos. It respectfully lowered its revealing signal, fluttered its wings, and rushed to the Royal Library as quickly as possible.
Taurens, night elves, and humans and trolls who enthusiastically praised Carlos. Those present who were not named looked up at Carlos, their hearts filled with inexplicable surges, as if they could not express their great excitement without giving something. .
"Suppress this city, the devil must die!"
Gildas fell to his knees in pain, looked up at Carlos helplessly, and wailed.
"The people are innocent, please be merciful."
Carlos turned around and answered.
“Mercy always comes after cleansing, I have no power to forgive sins.”
After saying these words, Carlos lowered his arms. At the same time, the aftermath of the first Holy Star returned after covering the entire Erethalas.
Carlos used the first impact to draw the soul map of Elrethalas, and used the aftermath to build a temporary, rough spiritual network.
Then, Carlos spread out three pairs of wings of holy light in the giant vrykul form.
Different from the usual wing posture, these are angular and geometric wings of holy light.
Carlos jumped up and stayed high in the sky, and the third impact occurred.
I ask you to listen to my voice.
I demand that you obey my orders.
Now, our spirits are one.
Go ahead, heretics must die!
Under the silent command, everyone takes action without arrangements or constraints. Everyone knows what they should do.
Three attacks of Holy Light exhausted all the power of Holy Light that Carlos could control. In addition to displaying the majesty of a demigod, he was suspended in mid-air. His more realistic role was to serve as a Holy Light base station... Naaru's kind.
Encourage the lurking demons to cause chaos, let the darkness erode the hearts of the weak-willed, and then mark these people with the impact of holy light.
Carlos used the simplest and toughest means to complete the unification of the coalition's will.
Either a companion or an enemy.
Just fight.
There is so much truth to be said.
Azoregus activated the magic circle he arranged, and the positive and negative sides of Tortheldrin's mirror world gradually returned to one as the closed restrictions dissolved and disintegrated.
When the two sides of the mirror world merged again, the Well of Souls also revealed its true face.
It was a huge spherical hole suspended in the mid-air of the ceremony venue that could not be observed with any of the five senses except vision.
The moment Carlos revealed his prototype in the Well of Souls, he noticed its existence through the abnormality of magic power.
But it's not the time yet.
As the crackdown unfolds, killings inevitably occur, and the souls of the dead Highborne are attracted to the Well of Souls and merged into it.
Azoregus didn't seem to notice this, but Carlos didn't mean to remind it.
Carlos's strength at the moment was abnormal. He understood that this feeling of unity between heaven and earth was because the will of Azeroth was paying attention to him.
The battle must be successful, otherwise, there will be no next time.
