Naturally, the Twilight cultists don't have any opinions. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

They are indeed crazy, but that doesn't mean they're stupid... The holy light energy surging in Dick's body and converging into a substantial tide, and the fine golden lightning floating around his body also brought him a trace of indescribable majesty, especially when the eyes surging with flowing thunder swayed from side to side, even the body of the person he stared at would tremble.

This is the coercion of higher creatures against lower creatures... After embarking on the Path of Titans and completing the first stage of transformation, the current Dick is already difficult to consider in the state of an ordinary person.

Not to mention the two elemental creatures who had been in the holy light behind him, one gold and one blue, especially when Lei Shi waved his hand and diverted the extremely distant underground river out of thin air, looking at the turbulent and abnormal tide, even the most daring cultists willingly lay on the ground.

Under the power of Yugsaron, they are indeed sincere, but under the threat of death and soul annihilation, it is really difficult to say how much this sincerity can be preserved.

After all, there are indeed warriors or madmen who sacrifice their lives for their faith, but the vast majority of them are realistic.

"Lord Anvina, you and little Lesch are watching them, I'll go inside and have a look. ”

Dick turned his head to say a word to Anvina, who had re-transformed into a golden knight in the judgment suit with a hammer in her hand, and then took the Windchaser Sword, and in a flash of golden lightning and followed the dusty cobwebs, rushed into the deepest part of Ankahet Hall, the dark air was stirred, and even the inner uneasiness was dispelled by this scorching thunder.

Mistress Avena was not even interested in glancing at Dick, and she was enthusiastically guiding Reshi to transform into a human form like her, and a troll cultist kneeling on the edge thought luck had come and secretly tried to escape into the shadows, but the moment he disappeared, Mistress Avena casually flicked her index finger.

The same golden flame as before smashed down from the empty sky, melting the hapless troll again... The Light deliberately slowed down the surging flames, making the troll's wails even more pervasive, and after the unfortunate bastard had been melted away, all the evil cultists were quiet again.

To deal with evil, you have to send even more black hands... Dick once joked that the cute Lord Avena cut it open, and it was all black... Now it looks like it's probably not just a joke.

"You just killed someone!

Lei Shi, who was slowly "pinching" himself into a human form from a lump of soft mud, screamed, letting all the results of his efforts be in vain, and the next moment, Xiao Shui Ling's head was slapped by Lord Anvina.

"How many times have you said it, you have to be careful! The stupid man made me look at them, and he didn't say that he couldn't kill them, sneaky guys, the most annoying!"

"Can I drown one with water? There are so many of them, drowning a Dick can't find it." ”

“… You'll be the next one to mess around, but you'll have to transform into a human first... It's ugly!"

"Long live Avena!"

So all the cultists shuddered, trembling and not daring to make any other moves.

Dick on the other side didn't know that the ghostly Anvina was leading the little water spirit in an unknowable direction, and he was walking towards a small hall surrounded by a gloomy hall, which was supposed to be the former religious facility of the Nirub Spider Demon, and it was painted with stories about the history of the Nirub Spider Demon.

It's very abstract, and if a mortal comes to this dark temple, he may be able to faint directly, because those spider demons use a special method to make those images shine with a green shimmer in the darkness, looking like phantoms that appear in the darkness out of thin air.

This dark sacrificial hall is empty, and the air that is deeper and thicker than the outside world gathers here, and there is a hint of coldness and indifference, if you feel it yourself, the distortion and chaos hidden in the air will make you try to escape from this place in the first place.

But Dick didn't run away, he stretched out his silver-white left hand outside his robes, and the heat visible to the naked eye was in the surrounding air, a silver halo that had spread beyond the paladin's body, like a large hot stove, dissipating the cold in the surrounding air.

As mentioned before, the power of order will take the initiative to counter all approaching chaos, and after Dick completely let go of the suppression of the power of order, this hall will quickly brighten, all the light comes from the left arm of the paladin, and in the silver-white silver fist, it is now not only the power of order that Tyr once had, but also the rules of order given to him by the Holy Light, which may not be pure, but it is definitely stronger than before, and more controllable.

The paladin's eyes swept over the emptiness in front of him, and he saw four clusters of purple chaos converging, three smaller, and the one hiding at the end was extremely large.

He moved his shoulders and pressed his left hand on the right shoulder of his robe, and then flicked it over the armor, tossing aside the robe and hood that were easy to hide, revealing the silver-white armor underneath.

It was silver, mixed with blue gems and white notches, and a whole set of armor with golden holy texts, without a helmet, which looked holy to the extreme, and the most striking thing was the shoulder armor, which was not made into the full protective shoulder armor that Azeroth was popular, but into a pair of blades that stabbed outward, and from a distance, the blades that pierced out of the shoulders looked like two small wings sticking out of Dick's shoulders.

The breastplate also had almost the same picture of the Order Pattern on Dick's forehead, and the whole set of armor looked so thick that no one would doubt its sturdiness, it was almost like a silver fortress.

The ornate and solemn armor was almost identical to Dick's body, obviously, because it was the set of combat armor he had created for himself after casting Shadow Sorrow and training with Muradin, and it was made of luxurious materials, mixed with all the rare metals that Azeroth could find so far, as well as the hardest ore from Illidan, Draenor's hardest ore, hardened krypton.

With Dick's current forging skills, it would be difficult to make such a helmet, but he was lucky, with the guidance of a powerful blacksmith like Muradin, when this armor was completed, it was already a deep purple quality in his eyes that everything was data, and it also had the quality of soul binding.

He called it "Redemption", to commemorate the set of Paladin's exclusive equipment that he had always wanted in the first half of his life, but had never had the opportunity to get, and it was worth mentioning that if there was really a set of redemption armor in this world, then it would definitely not be as strong as the one in Dick's hand.

The paladin held the Wind Chaser Sword in his hands with both hands, silver thunder and golden flashes constantly beating on the long sword, and he stared ahead,

"If you don't come out, I'll... Please come out!"

The next moment, the three distorted chaotic gases in front of them began to change rapidly, and finally formed three black portals, and three faceless guardians walked out of them, these guys called "*** faces" are unbelievably ugly, but they are shaped into fleshy whiskers with suction cups on their left arms, but they are not joking, ordinary warriors are pumped, and it is estimated that there is no hope of survival.

But Dick didn't put the creation of this ancient god in his eyes, he sneered, the moment the three-headed faceless man appeared, the whole person appeared behind the first faceless man in the golden lightning bolt, these twisted flesh monsters are about 5 meters tall, and they are behemoths that are not deducted, but in the face of the long sword in Dick's hand and the owner of the long sword, their deterrence and combat effectiveness are obviously too bad.

"Poof"

The sharp sword pierced the faceless man's heart from behind, and the silver fire of order accompanied the piercing of the long sword, and in an instant, it frantically ignited the monster in front of it, and its remaining four hearts exploded almost at the same time in the face of the power of order that rushed into the body, opening a large pit of flesh and blood in its chest.

The first monster, dead! cleanly.

In the glow of the silver flame, the tentacles of the other two faceless ones drew left and right, Dick blocked the first tentacle with the Windchaser Sword, his right hand clenched into a fist, the light of gold and silver mixed thunder and lightning surged in the fist, and the paladin took a step back, rushed forward, and punched.

"Bang"

The small half flew into the sky with a charred black broken tentacle, and the moment the faceless one withdrew the tentacles, the paladin's body disappeared again, and when it appeared, it was already standing on top of the second faceless one's head, and the Wind Chaser Sword was changed to the right hand, and the scorching left hand opened and slapped the faceless one's head.

"Boom"

The scorching silver light of order burst into the palm of his hand, and the silver pillar of light blasted out in the form of a divine shock, from the top of his head to his feet, tearing the twisted monster in half, and the third Faceless Guard tried to turn and flee into the dark vortex, but as soon as it approached the vortex, a scorching blade pressed against the bottom of its neck, and then slashed lightly.

"Poof"

The foul-smelling liquid filled the space in front of him like a fountain, and the silver flames completely engulfed the bodies of the three faceless ones at this moment, Dick flicked the long sword in his hand, shook the last of the liquid off the sword, and then looked up at the black vortex that was opening at the back.

Among them, a large faceless attendant over 7 meters tall was emerging from it, his eerie robes, tentacles, and strange armbands wrapped around his arms to prove his identity.

This is Yogsaron's personal guard and herald, and it seems that this guy is the one who instructed the Shadow Seekers to form the cultist stronghold here, and the chaos wrapped in it is far stronger than the three-headed faceless soldier killed by Dick's chopping melons and vegetables.

“All places， all things have souls. All souls can be devoured.”

It found Dick, but it didn't panic, this high-level faceless person was directly transformed from the mind of the old gods, it was more equivalent to an extension of Yugsaron's soul than a single living entity, it was like a greeting, and it said a series of strange words, and the voice was like a character that hit Dick's soul one by one, causing the silver aura around the paladin's body to vibrate.

The ancient divine language, the soul word that only those who are truly blessed believers, and true chaotic creatures, can use, and the vibration of this language alone is enough to make a group of normal people go crazy on the spot.

This is the power of the ancient gods, and everything related to it seems to have some kind of chaotic symbolism, which is weird and incomprehensible.

But Dick understood, and he sneered, and pressed the wind-chasing sword wrapped in golden thunder in his hand to the ground, and responded loudly in Titan,

"The dark and depraved voice has returned to the world once again, and yet it is still so disgusting... All things are spirits, all things are devoured... Yogsaron, you're so angry! The last guy who dared to make such a wild statement was dead hundreds of thousands of years ago... Maybe you're next. ”

"Hehe... I'm not Ashach, and you... Nor is it Al-Mansur, a tiny creature who has crossed thousands of times to save your world, even in the face of a shattered end, so I will be merciful and help you make it happen. ”

"Go back, while you can turn back..."