The light of the third round of shelling finally dissipated, and it was obviously a light of destruction that could destroy everything, but it could not shake the life of the poor man who had lost all his protection.

It's some kind of higher protection, an unshakable barrier of will woven together by sacrifice, justice, mission, and hope, and he is incomparably vulnerable in the dark times, but so unshakable in the land where hope shines!

"It's... What the hell!"

Kil'Gardan didn't care about Viren's pride, the corners of his eyes were fluttering, and he couldn't think about it in front of him, maybe in the past, he could understand the meaning, but now, he only thought it was rather stupid! The evil power distorted not only his appearance, but also his soul and will, this distortion was deep and weird, he took him, and it was not the same as at other times.

But this noble sacrifice did not change the terrible situation they faced, on the contrary, this demonstrative action made Kil'Gardan feel humiliated, and he grabbed the old prophet by the neck with one hand and shouted furiously with the other,

"Then let me see your will! let me see it all! bastard! your sacrifice is useless, your will is worthless!"

"Let me see how many of you still have to die!"

The archdemon roared and held out his fingers, pointing to the sky, and the light once again converged among the stars, and this time, even the Golden Garros and Valimatas summoned by Kilgardan no longer stopped the sacrifice of these guardians, but instead with a face full of malice, as if they wanted to see the so-called noble will.

But it won't...

The only Guardians left with Dick were Freya and Orlea, neither of whom were good Guardians skilled in frontal combat, and in the Wallagar Fortress, Heimdall, and El were also tasked with commanding the Immortals, and if they died, the entire Crocoon Plains would collapse in an instant.

If there's anything bad about Heroic Spirits, it's that their wills are cooperative, and if something happens to Valagar, it's very likely that Heroic Spirits won't even be able to maintain their own form.

It's unimaginably bad!

"You told me Azeroth took you in? good, let it lose you today!"

Kil'Gardan grinned and lowered his fingers inch by inch, the light converging above the clouds became more and more condensed, and the moment his fingers suddenly drooped, the Gatekeeper of the Divine Domain waved his left hand, placing the command of Valagar and the Heroic Spirit in El's hands.

"Courage has never left my heart, it's time for me to accept this glorious funeral!"

Heimdall's figure was entangled in golden anger and rushed to the sky, and he was filled with some kind of determined voice that sounded in the heart of Valkyrie Al,

"Protect Valagar, this is the first coordinate of the beginning of the war, without it, it is difficult for the fleet to locate it successfully at one time! It is all the hope of our counterattack, protect it, do whatever it takes!"

The golden light that swirled around Valkyrie's body pulsed more and more violently, and the moment she saw Heimdall's figure about to be swallowed by the light, she screamed, and the spear in her hand slashed at the Valimas, which stood between her and Kilgardan, in a haphazard frenzy.

The Dreadlord was punished for his return to Argus because everything he was responsible for in Azeroth was a mess and brought unimaginable defeat to the Legion, and the Witch of Destruction used extremely cruel methods to deprive it of its will and soul of the mastery, and now it is more like a puppet.

The puppet was not afraid, and in the face of the mad Valkyrie King, Varimassas stood in front of the El in a sacrificial form, and the combination of the dark green flames on his body and the pale body made it look like a burning corpse.

"You can't stop this, this is the command of the God of Destruction, this is your fate!

Like a god-chattering stick, Kilgardan muttered to himself as he watched the light fall from the sky, his eyes filled with burning determination,

"Look... All of this will come true!"

The Viren who was caught in his hands was already extremely weak, and he couldn't even maintain his own holy light, but at the moment when the light of destruction was about to devour Heimdall, who was like a golden meteor in the sky, a wave in Viren's spiritual world made his eyes widen suddenly.

"Ahem... Here they are..."

"What? What did you say?"

Kilgardan turned his head and looked at Viren, whose eyes were looking at the sky,

"They're coming! The flame of hope is lit at this moment, and you lose!"

"Buzz"

The moment Viren's voice ended, in the dark sky of Argus, a dark green star appeared, and then it expanded into a spatial vortex that enveloped the sky, like a dark green star storm.

Kil'Gardan's eyes were fixed on the Starstorm, he knew what it was, Sagret Keystone, but he wasn't worried, he knew there would be a legion of Azeroth coming along, but he wasn't worried... There are 60% of the starships in the Argus Field, which is a force that can destroy any primary civilization.

"I don't think... The Legion will lose!"

"Huh"

"Don't hurt him!"

"Boom"

The golden and silver light flashed, and at the moment when Heimdall's body collided with the destructive light of the starship, Odin's roar resounded through the sky, and the light of the spear of judgment pierced from the sky to the pillar of light in the sky, and the demigod's blow cut off the pillar of light from the center, and Heimdall, who had already made up his mind to die, opened his eyes and saw the figures of Odin and Dick.

No longer in the form of a simple Angel of Order, the six wings of light behind him have also become more brilliant wings of the starry sky, his body is taller, the armor of the angelic form is more gorgeous, and above the silver-white hood, a golden crown floats impressively, and the brilliance of the Holy Pattern of Order shrouds over this more powerful angelic form.

In his left hand he held the shield of Agrama, which was as smooth as new, and in his right hand was the flaming sword that Kil'Gardan had made unbelievable.

Tisharah... The blue and white light intertwined flame tearer, the red and silver intertwined flames formed the edge of the broken blade, the angel of order looked up at the pillar of destruction that was attacked by the main cannon of the Odin organization in place, his right hand waved upward, the long whip of the flame was like a scythe that swept everything, cutting off the light and the plane of reality, and the dark spatial rift spread to the extreme at this moment, bombarding and devouring the main cannon that destroyed everything.

The angel floated in the air, and behind him, the bright starlight illuminated the night sky of Agus, and the dark green space storm also swelled to the extreme at this moment, just like a dark green flowing water light curtain, enveloping the starry sky of Agus.

"That sword, how could Tisharather be in your hands!

Kil'Gardan couldn't care about Viren anymore, he spread his crimson wings behind him, the flames enveloped him, and he flew into the sky like a real demon, he roared loudly and asked, but Dick's response was... Silent.

The blade of Tisharacher in his hand slashed through the air with a brilliant curtain of light, pointing in the direction of Kil'Gardan, and his metallic sound sounded more like his original voice,

"Azeroth Coalition, enter!"

"Buzz"

The more terrifying humming sound, like the sound of thousands of giant bees humming at the same time, became the main theme of this ruined world at this moment, no matter who it was, whether it was a demon, or those who had witnessed the noble sacrifice, or those heroic spirits who had pushed the will of the decisive battle to the highest point, everyone looked up at the sky.

The first starship emerged from the dark green water portal, the flagship of the coalition, the starship that carried the last of the Light cultists out of Argus 25,000 years ago, the Naru spaceship, the Purple Crystal Storm Fortress, and tears welled up in Hatton's eyes when he saw the starship that had abandoned them and taken away the last hope.

They're back... After 10,000 years, the hope of Argus, the hope of all, returns!

Tulayan, who had changed into the uniform of the Supreme Commander of the Starship, sat in the command hall of the Storm Fortress, and under the guidance of Valagaar's beacon, the portal of the highest power of the Sagritite Keystone opened directly above the Crocoun Mountains, allowing the fleet to avoid the embarrassment of being attacked by the Demon Starship as soon as it entered Argus.

But the situation in front of him was not optimistic, and he saw the land of the Crocoon Plains, which had been completely destroyed, and the soldiers of the Burning Legion who had regrouped further away.

"Order, the first, third, and fourth fleets are ready for artillery bombardment! Coordinates XXX, XXX, XXX, teleport immediately!"

Tulayan shouted loudly in the communications of the entire fleet, and countless voices answered him.

"The Second Fleet prepares for a ground attack! Storm Fortress, open the landing bay!"

The exit of the landing bin under the purple starship was opened, and nearly a thousand swarthy landing bin attack ports appeared, and the hell paratroopers were ready, but at this moment, Kil'Gardan's roar erupted,

"What are you waiting for!

The main cannon of the demon legion began to quickly adjust its direction, and at the same moment, like starry points of light burst out on the left and right of the dark green portal, densely dazzling everyone's eyes, more than 70 Azeroth's more firepower, more advanced defense assault starships appeared in the starry sky of Argus in the form of teleportation, and they, the moment they jumped out of the teleportation, were ready for battle.

"Fire!"

"Boom Boom Boom"

The scorching light of the horizontal sky illuminated everything under the starry sky, and the light of the main cannon and the defensive shield of the demon starship collided and rubbed the points of light, which looked as gorgeous as a meteor shower, and the faster and more accurate artillery bombardment determined the direction of the battlefield, and one-fifth of the demon starship that had the advantage was penetrated in this round of artillery bombardment.

Kil'Gardan had ordered them to open the defensive ramparts before the battle, and they did so, but no one would have believed that Azeroth, a civilization that had just entered the star field, would have a fleet that could confront the Burning Legion, and none of the Argus people believed it, but until the moment when the alliance of four fleets actually appeared over Argus across the endless galaxy, they knew that they were wrong.

And the price of this mistake was that the battle situation, which had been dominant, slipped to a level similar to that of the Azeroth Expeditionary Force at this moment, until the moment the light of the coalition's main cannon dissipated, the demon starship that fell from the sky with smoke brought a fireball of flames in the air.

When they finished adjusting their main guns, the second round of shelling of the Azeroth fleet arrived.

"Boom"

The blazing flames lit up the sky and illuminated Kil'Gardan's distorted face, and when he saw the size of the fleet crossing the starfield, he knew that he had misjudged it, even though they had already fallen in the sand of Azeroth three times, they still hadn't learned to think of Azeroth as a true adversary.

After two rounds of shelling, the demons finally launched a counterattack, but now, the balance of victory has been tilted in Azeroth's favor, at least over Crocoun, when one side is tough and the other side is careless, the direction of the war has been determined.

Just like Viren said, the moment he saw this heavily armed fleet, the flame of hope was ignited.

When Dick's dark gaze fell on Kilgardan, the Great Demon knew that he was doomed today.