While Viren went mad, Dick watched from the sidelines.

He watched as the dagger in Lakish's hand stabbed into Viren's body again and again, he was not unable to stop it, but he had to respect Viren's will.

It's more like an atonement.

Anvena stood on his shoulder, clutching Dick's hair, the little light spirit's face was full of anger, she even wanted to rush out and knock over the damn demon, the little light spirit has a very good sense of the old man Viren, as a living existence that can feel the heart of the creature, in the eyes of the light spirit, Viren is a real living "saint".

No exaggeration.

But just as she was about to rush out, she was forcibly stopped by Dick.

"Don't go... This is Viren's choice. ”

"But he's going to die!"

"He's atoning for his sins... We don't have the right to interrupt a Father-Son conversation. ”

Dick turned away, no longer looking at the cannibalistic tragedy of father and son, he could somewhat understand the torment in Viren's heart.

In fleeing from Argus, the people placed the greatest trust in the prophet, even entrusting him with their own lives and futures, and the old man who had served the Light all his life would not fail to live up to this trust, and he could not even show a hint of cowardice.

Dick believed that when Stormfortress fled Argus, Viren must have waited until the last moment on the highest mountain, waiting for his son, waiting for his wife, but he could not get it until the call of Naru and the people rang out.

25,000 years... A full 25,000 years of regret and pain, Dick could not have imagined that if it were himself, after losing Gianna and Liadline, and Avena, 25,000 years... He will be turned into a world-destroying madman by that pain.

It's like an old deer helmet who once lost his son.

I'd rather destroy it than live in this icy world.

The most terrible thing about frustration and despair is that they don't dissipate with the passage of time, they only become clearer and clearer in time, and then turn into an indispelling anger, anger at the cruelty of others, anger at one's own incompetence, this anger is the toxin flowing in the veins, which precipitates more and more in time, making you miserable.

The pain can't be relieved, and even one day, you will wish that your loved one had never appeared, but nothing else can alleviate it... Nothing more can make up for it.

It's a path that cowards are bound to take, but Viren isn't... After 25,000 years of exile, he never forgot all this, never avoided it, and he always faced his own frustration and despair.

It is like a scale, carrying the expectations and beliefs of the people, as well as his own despair and pain, and he uses this double pressure to force himself to sober up until today.

The Draenei had found a foothold in Azeroth, had regained a new home, the pressure he was carrying shattered, and then he met his son, the vehicle of frustration and despair, and everything that had been crumbling for 25 millennia had collapsed in this moment.

Viren only wanted one kind of atonement, he was too tired, and it would be better if this atonement was done by his own son.

And it's a silent invocation in itself.

Dick knew that old Veren was begging him to spare his son, the Eredan who had been tainted with evil powers.

He knew that Dick was in good balance, so let's take one life for another.

Seeing Viren lying in a pool of blood, Dick's expression was extremely grim, but in the end, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The world can't afford to lose a Holy Light demigod, but if that's Viren's will, even he can't stop it.

Who can stop a demigod except violence?

Anvena had already turned her head, unwilling to see the cruel scene again, and the paladin remained there for three minutes, silent, like mourning, like goodbye, and then he turned and strode away.

"No !!"

Rakish's cry of anger, brutality, and despair rang out behind Dick, and the paladin's footsteps slowed down a little.

"How can you just die! How can you be so weak! Stand up, stand up and beat me! Stand up and kill me! I don't want this mercy, I don't need this atonement, you stand up! Stand up!"

The mortally wounded Ereda fell to his knees, his hands gripping Viren's shoulders and shaking vigorously, but no matter how much he roared and screamed, the body, which had lost its life and existence, could no longer respond to him.

The voice turned from anger to sorrow, from sadness to despair, and finally, the last trace of cruelty and ferocity in that voice dissipated.

"No... Stand up, no! what did I do... No, it's not like this, it's not like this, you stand up, please, I beg you stand up. ”

"No, please... Father, please, stand up. ”

Lakish's body curled up on the ground, this Eredar demon was no longer the madness and anger he had before, in a sense, he had completed his own revenge and Kil'Gardan's evil plan with his own hands, but it wasn't until the moment Viren fell that he suddenly realized what this old man who had fallen beside him meant to him.

He'd lost his mother, he'd lost his hope, he'd lost his body, he'd lost everything, and now, the madness of losing it all and that vicious voice drove him to destroy what was left of him with his own hands.

His father, his only hope.

He lost him... Kilgardan is angry at Viren's betrayal of him, betrayal of Argus, and he wants to respond to this betrayal in the craziest way, father and son want to kill, this is a revenge that Kilgardan has carefully prepared for 2 years.

Whether Rakish died at the hands of Viren, or Viren died at the hands of Rakish, or even both, could there be a better way to torture that betrayer?

Kil'Gardan's gaze stayed on Rakish's body, and he smiled contentedly at the sight of the little pawn killing Viren in an extraordinary way, the sad and desperate look in Viren's eyes before he died, and the fraudster who was far away from countless worlds.

Although until the last moment, the face of the guy who betrayed everyone was still unpleasant, but this revenge drama has satisfied Kil'Gardan's 25,000-year-old hatred, and he retracted his gaze with satisfaction, the distance was too far, and Dick was watching, even if the big demon was doing all this, he needed to be careful.

And also the loss of such a useful slaughter and conspiracy lieutenant as the Ereda Twins, but... It doesn't matter anymore.

Viren is dead, and that's enough.

"Puff"

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground sounded behind Dick, and the paladin turned around and saw Lakish kneeling behind him, this Ereda demon was seriously injured, and where he walked, there was a shocking bloodstain, Dick looked at Lakish kneeling there, and he asked indifferently,

"You killed your father, you fulfilled Kil'Gardan's will, he would be proud of you, but at the moment of his death, your father still had a merciful heart of atonement, and he even asked me to spare you... He's a complete idiot, but I respect such a fool, he's my friend, he's my brother, he's my fellow traveller, and I'm angry right now... So, get out of here, don't let me see you again!"

"No... No, kill me... Then save him!"

Rakish buried his head low, "I know, I know you can do it... Kilgardan is afraid of you, and I know you can... Please, save him, take my life, take all I have, save him, save my father. ”

"I can't do it!"

Dick closed his eyes, "I can't do it! your life isn't worth as much as you think... I can't do it!"

As soon as he finished saying this, the paladin's ears hurt, and he turned his head to see Avena crossing her waist and looking at him angrily,

"Save him! I command you! Save him!"

The little light spirit did not cooperate, and the indifferent momentum that Dick had created completely collapsed at this moment, and the paladin smiled bitterly, he touched Anvina's head, and then looked at Rakish, who looked up with hope on his face, his expression became cold again.

"Well, I can save him, but... Lakish, you have to think about it, your life is mine now!"

"I'm willing to give everything I have, if you can save him, I'm willing to give everything I can, whether it's life or soul... I do!"

Rakish's head was in contact with the ground, and at this moment he was like a self-sacrificing saint.

"The redemption of old Veren... This power of human nature, the power of family affection, is really..."

Dick shook his head, moved his armor for a moment, and then walked past Rakish towards Vilenna's bloodied corpse.

"If the hatred is deep, the love is deep... Girl, let's get started. ”

Dick muttered, and when he took the first step, silver sparks flowed on the surface of his body, and in the second step, silver flames wrapped around his body, and in the third step, all the flames were completely gone in this moment.

The Angel of Order appeared in this dark cabin.

The moment he appeared, Rakish couldn't help but let out a muffled grunt, for a creature like him, just touching the light emitted by this creature was enough to burn him, and not just on the outside, but also on the inside, not even looking at him directly.

This burning pain is a display of majesty.

The Angel of Order looked up, darkness beneath his hood, and he strode over to Viren, leaving silver footprints on the ground he walked on, leaving traces of light in this demonic evil place, even walking.

"Viren... Stand up, your mission is not yet complete, and the Light still needs you to keep going... Stand up, raise the banner of Agus and Delaney again, your people need you... Stand up and stand at the forefront of Azeroth again, your world needs you... Stand up and stand again in the light and justice, your faith needs you... Stand up, then transcend your own sacredness and become a legend... In the name of order and light... I give you a second life, stand up... Accept the gift!"

Angel of Order: Salvation!

The grand and pure holy light burst out from Dick's body at this moment, like an unstoppable wave, completely engulfing everything around it, swallowing the starship in an instant!

It's like a sun of holy light blooming in the void!

The eyes of Marrad and Azhara, who had already finished the battle, looked at the same place, and the Ereda Twins, who were imprisoned in chains, also retreated in horror, trying to move away from the light that had frightened them.

"Ahem... I heard that... I heard the light..."

The old prophet, whose body was floating in pure light, opened his eyes with difficulty and weakness, "It told me... I can't leave yet..."

"So you're back, old man... You are welcome back. ”