There is something wrong with my infinite flow teammates!

A ray of golden light penetrated the dark clouds and illuminated the plain piled with corpses, just like the first ray of sunshine in the morning, dispelling the chill in the heart.

"Mother of Holy Light, Zera."

Bai Xin wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth blankly, and looked up at the huge Naaru emitting strong light in the sky. Her rune-made body was about twice as big as A'dar's, and was already 20 meters tall.

This Naaru is very ancient, and she seems to be the divine itself. Just looking at her makes people want to worship her.

Bathed in the gentle divine light and listening to the moving melody of light, the wounds of the soldiers tortured by pain began to heal, and strength refilled their bodies and minds. They heard the holy light say, 'Eliminate the darkness, warriors, the holy light is with you.'

The dark shadows also reacted to the light. They seemed to be in extreme pain and stopped charging at the same time. They twitched and twisted their bodies, then merged into the ground and disappeared.

"Annoying little toy, I'm not fighting alone either."

Kil'jaeden sneered, and the power of fel energy filled his whole body. Light green ripples spread out from his body, causing the lightforged mechs charging in the air to tremble.

The earth began to surge, and the world began to twist. The entire rock mountain beneath his feet came alive, and the fel flames spread across the earth, and the broken rocks formed huge hellfires.

Mountains collapsed, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and a gap hundreds of meters long suddenly appeared in the continuous rock mountains!

When the smoke cleared, the Burning Throne, which was half destroyed by Illidan, appeared in front of him. In a corner of the broken throne, there was a huge fel gem shining, perhaps that was the thing that provided Kil'jaeden with energy.

Finally, the beam of light from Illidan's side that was shooting straight at the dome gradually stopped. Instead, a huge space gap with a diameter of 100 meters appeared in the sky.

Kil'jaeden turned his head in surprise, because the huge gap appeared right above the Burning Throne!

The reflection of the gap in the sky was as psychedelic as a mirage. On the other side of the huge portal was a white snowfield and a dark and hideous fortress.

Except for the Izumo team and Illidan's demons, everyone, including Kil'jaeden, stared blankly at the sky.

While they were puzzled, a beautiful figure flew out from the mirage-like portal. She was riding a skeleton warhorse with wings on its back, named 'Invincible'.

The name of this mare was given by the Paladin Arthas, who loved his warhorse the most. Because he loved it, he gave it a very childish name.

The figure on Wudi's back was wearing an ice-blue body armor and a small queen's crown. She looked around the battlefield like a king, and her cold blue eyes locked onto the great demon Kil'jaeden.

The Lich King slowly raised Frostmourne in his hand, pointed the tip of the sword at the Deceiver, and spoke calmly.

Her voice was very soft, but the voice coming from the Nine Netherworld, with its heart-pounding echo, seemed like a soul curse from a vicious ghost, lingering in everyone's ears.

She said, "The Scourge..."

"Roar--"

A loud dragon roar resounded through the sky, and the thirty-meter-long frost dragon Sindragosa flapped its wings and flew out from the gap in space. It flew over Kil'jaeden, suddenly opened its mouth, and swept the battlefield with an extremely cold dragon breath that froze everything.

"boom--"

The frost breath extinguished the fel flames on the Hellfires, solidified the life given to them by the Legion, and froze their cold stone bodies.

The infernals returned to their original form, and after losing the restraint of the fel energy, they decomposed into silent stones.

At this time, the huge floating castle Naxxramas squeezed in, and a sharp sound that made people's teeth grind was heard. The archlich Kel'Thuzad floated out of the fortress. He stretched out his skeletal claws, and a majestic breath of undead enveloped the earth.

"To serve my master... to be loyal to the Lich King..."

"Roar--"

When Naxxramas moved away, the huge gap in the sky suddenly let out a deafening roar, and undead like sand poured down from the sky, filling the Burning Throne.

What happened in that instant was so shocking that Kil'jaeden just stared blankly, unable to react.

Gargoyles filled the sky, the horses of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse neighed to the sky, banshees wandered and floated down like ghosts, and a huge monster of flesh and blood stomped on the ground, destroying all the buildings it saw.

The giant beetle king, Crypt Lord Anub'arak, spread his wings, and dense swarms of death beetles came over, swallowing up the sky and making a buzzing sound that made people's hearts creepy.

The undead spiders of Android-Nerub galloped swiftly, leaving white and sticky spider silk wherever they passed, wrapping up the large and small fel spires of the Legion like dumplings and rendering all the fel artillery surrounding the Burning Throne ineffective.

Even the evil gem that emitted a faint green light was wrapped tightly.

The spirits of the twelve Erkiri Valkyries roamed the battlefield, wearing silver armor, and with every flap of their wings, they cast a glow of death. Then, all the bodies that died in the battle trembled, twitched, and spasmed... and got up again.

Even half of the corpse was dragging its scarlet internal organs and crawling in the direction the king ordered.

Their lifeless and distracted eyes locked onto the direction of the Burning Throne, and they staggered towards it. Then their speed became faster and faster, and finally they launched a charge.

The undead are still pouring down, pouring down continuously.

The portal reflected in the sky was like a huge water pump, and the undead were the endless seawater. There were more demons than in the entire Antoran Wasteland, that was all the undead in the entire Northrend continent...

The final moment is approaching, and this moment belongs to the dead.

They opened their mouths, let out sharp roars, and rushed into the Burning Throne recklessly.

The howl of the lich permeated the sky, the wings of the bone dragon cut through the battlefield, the blades of bones tore through the earth, and the roar of the soul condensed into one word.

Natural disaster!!!

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Chapter 56: Star of Annihilation

"Rotting maggots!"

Kil'jaeden raised his head, stared at the woman riding a skeletal warhorse in the sky, and suddenly shouted, "What have you done!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, the group of Lightforged mechas had already submerged him.

"Boom——"

Intensive explosions sounded on the Deceiver, and brilliant golden light enveloped his red body. Flying mechas flew around Kil'jaeden like golden flies, dropping energy bombs one after another like bombing.

"The Legion is unbeatable, invincible, and invincible! You will all be reduced to ashes by my wrath!"

An extremely suppressed roar sounded from the center of the explosion, and the light of evil energy suddenly burst out. The energy impact swept out like a strong gust of wind, blowing the mecha away!

The moment Kil'jaeden emerged from the firelight, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he saw a one-meter-thick golden light shooting from the direction of the lich girl.

This golden stream of light was much thinner than the energy cannon fired by the Holy Light Battleship, but its power was ridiculously strong. From a distance, Kil'jaeden was blown away by the energy wall the moment he appeared. He was as fragile as a piece of paper and was pushed to the ground in an instant.

"boom--"

A huge explosion sounded from the ground, the rubble cracked, the earth boiled, and the solid surface stirred up a huge ripple, like a miniature atomic bomb explosion, and a small mushroom cloud with a diameter of fifty meters appeared!

The energy emitted by the Dragon Soul did not dissipate when it hit Kil'jaeden, but continued to be transmitted and pushed forward!

"Boom——"

The shooting angle was raised from low to high, and the light swept across, and a huge gully hundreds of meters long was plowed out in the ground in an instant.

After a second, the overlapping stone waves splashed up dozens of meters high like raging waves in the center of the endless sea, pulling out a hundred-meter earth wall on the surface, and then fell down with a "crash"!

Finally, the light faded away. A huge gully appeared in front of the sharp rock mountain, as if the earth was scorched, and thick smoke rose from the gully.

"Holy Light... above..." Turalyon stared blankly at the huge ravine in the distance and murmured, "This is the power of the dragon soul, this is the power from the Titans..."

He slowly raised his head, and in the sky, next to the huge portal, the white-haired girl sitting astride the invincible sword slowly put down the cursed sword, and the huge magic circle in front of her slowly dissipated.

The Lord of the Dead had a cold gaze, and her blue pupils were filled with loneliness and death. She pursed her thin lips, and her cracked face showed no expression except indifference.

Turalyon felt that her kingly demeanor that looked down on the world seemed to be innate, and she did not look like a young girl who had just ascended the throne.

Khadgar suddenly said, "This is not all the power of the Titans. This is only a tiny part of the power they bestowed upon the dragons, Kil'jaeden..."

Before the great wizard finished speaking, there was a sudden noise at the end of the ravine. A huge, scorched, smoking claw climbed onto the edge of the ravine...

"No, how is this possible..."

"As the head of the legion, nothing is impossible." Khadgar took a deep breath and looked at the coalition forces in front of him that were in a defensive formation but did not attack again. He said, "Now, this is no longer a battle that mortals can participate in. We, all... can only wait and see."

In other words, there was no way to intervene in this battle, because there was no room for living people on the battlefield.

The huge gap in the sky was still pouring out the Undead, which were being poured into the Burning Throne like a waterfall. The Legion's reinforcements attacked from the sky again, but before they got close, they were overwhelmed by the dense locust-like gargoyles and plague bats.

They densely attached to the surface of the evil warship, and in an instant, they covered the huge warship with a creepy, creeping "coat".

The gaps in the closed hatches, the engines at the rear, the energy transmitting base at the bow... the undead creatures that had no sense of pain and did not know what death was, filled and tore apart all the gaps on the surface of the battleship with their flesh.

The energy muzzles of most warships had just been charged when their energy matrices were forcibly destroyed, and fire similar to "sympathetic explosions" occurred in the air.

They tore a gap in the battleship and rushed in violently. Then the huge monster in the sky began to shake, and before it got close to the continent, it stumbled and fell into the void.

Kel'Thuzad floated in the direction of Kil'jaeden, and the Deceiver just crawled out.

He was in a very sorry state now, with one of his wings broken and drooping limply on his back. A two-meter-diameter hole had been burned in his chest by the dragon soul, with his blackened ribs and completely charred internal organs directly exposed to the air.

The ball of evil fire that lit up in his heart told everyone that although he was seriously injured, he still had strong vitality.

Kil'jaeden looked at Kel'Thuzad and growled, "A lackey of the Scourge..."

"Yes, the running dogs of the Scourge." The great lich's voice was so sharp that it made people's teeth grind. It was a hideous smile, and it carried with it a great revenge and a refreshing sense of pleasure.

"In order to force me to surrender, Ner'zhul tortured my soul almost to the point of dissipation... Then, I surrendered. He put eternal shackles on me, and I will always be loyal to the master who wears the crown. At that time, he was still a dog of your legion."

In the skeleton's pale and empty eye sockets, the soul fire kept jumping, as if recalling the experience of being enslaved from the Eastern Plaguelands and driven to the Dragonbone Wastes.

The cold iron chains surrounding his body suddenly made a clear pulling sound, and shot out with a "crash", binding Kil'jaeden tightly.

"Let's have a dog-eat-dog fight. Perhaps my new master will be happy to see this."

Kel'Thuzad let out a cackling laugh and spread his hands out, bursting out with tremendous undead power. The chains wrapped around Kil'jaeden suddenly tightened, strangling him tightly.

The evil cold chains began to emit black smoke, which spread over the Trickster's body.

"No, your weak magic cannot kill me..." Kil'jaeden raised his head and looked at the Lord of the Undead in the sky. After using the Dragon Soul once, she turned her head and ignored this side.

The trickster suddenly laughed and said, "Your master made a serious mistake. You don't know what is in the throne. And she should use that little toy again to kill me completely... You are not qualified..."

But before he could finish his words, a deep, magnetic and seductive female voice sounded behind him.

"Oh, really? Plus us?"

He turned his head in surprise, and saw a fiery red figure with huge bloody wings spread out in the sky.

She is very sexy, with lips as red as roses, hair as black as ebony, and skin as white as snow. Her enchanting upper body is only wearing a delicate red breastplate, and her lower body is wearing a bright long skirt. When she dances, it looks like blood boiling.

She slowly opened her mouth and licked her lower lip with her scarlet tongue, her two sharp fangs shining brightly.

The owner of the Crimson Hall of Icecrown Citadel, Blood Queen Lana'thel, stared at Kil'jaeden with her alluring eyes. On the ground, a circle of people had already surrounded him.

From their pale, bloodless skin, it can be seen that these are undead, and they are high-level elites from Icecrown Citadel or Naxxramas.

They included members of the Council of Blood Princes, Prince Varana; Prince Keleseth; and Prince Taldaram.

There is a skeleton lich like Kel'Thuzad, 'Lady Deathrattle', the Archnecromancer 'Gothik the Reaper', and so on. The Lich King sent all the master spellcasters who are good at evil spells to deal with Kil'jaeden.

And all the warrior-type undead like the flesh and blood constructs were used to destroy the throne.

They are all high-level undead, and their status in the Scourge is no less than that of the high-ranking officials in the Burning Legion!

Suddenly, Kil'jaeden's pupils were filled with blood red. He looked down in astonishment, and the messy scorched earth disappeared, replaced by a pool of blood that was smoother than the surface of a lake, and he himself was in the center of this cursed land.

In the blood mirror, Kil'jaeden felt the blood in his body surge and begin to boil in the enchanting laughter of the Blood Queen.

All the great wizards began to cast spells, and a vast amount of undead energy poured into the pool of blood.

The black mist from the lich's cold iron chains also filled his body, and his body, which was scorched by the dragon soul, was covered with a layer of black frost. At this time, Kil'jaeden felt a long-lost feeling.

It has been many years since he felt this way. Even when he was still a living being, he rarely felt this way. When was the last time he felt this kind of touch? Was it ten years ago? A hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years?

The Trickster recalled the pain he had experienced as a child.

This intense pain was something he didn't feel at all even when he was hit by the Dragon Soul just now, but now it was reactivated by Kel'Thuzad!

The despicable lich touched his soul and reminded him of the pain. After all, that kind of cursed thing was good at playing with souls. The Blood Queen began to torture his body and blood.

The lich suddenly grew bone claws without any flesh and blood. Kil'jaeden let out a dull roar. A light blue shadow was roughly pulled out from above his head, condensing into the abstract face of a deceiver, and then being kneaded into various distorted shapes.

The lich did not pull the soul out completely, but pulled it and stuffed it back into his body. He wanted the demon leader to experience the double torture of soul and body at the same time!

“Soul…soul…soul…hahahaha, feel the pain. I will repay you double for the humiliation you suffered in the past!”

"No... you rotten, disgusting undead, you will regret it!!!"

"Who are you threatening?" The Blood Queen's charming expression suddenly withered and became distorted and hideous. "The dead are fear itself, and you are trying to threaten fear?"

Lanathel made her hands into claws and raised them suddenly. The three princes on the ground also stretched out their hands at the same time. Three scarlet blood lines connected to the deceiver.

His body began to wither, collapse, and shrivel at a speed visible to the naked eye. The moment the blood in his body was drained, it was violently pumped back in, causing his body to swell at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Alternating back and forth is so painful!

"You...will understand...you will understand. Even if you destroy my body, you cannot kill me...This place belongs to the Legion, and this world also belongs to the Legion!"

Kil'jaeden turned his head with difficulty and looked in the direction of the fortress. In extreme pain, he opened his mouth and laughed miserably!

The broken fortress finally collapsed under the impact of the undead, making a rumbling sound that shook the earth. Suddenly, there was an explosion like the collapse of the sky and the earth, and the undead were blown away like flowers scattered by fairies.