From the moment Agrama fell from the sky, this powerful guy was the most dazzling presence on the battlefield.

His every move had an extraordinary impact on the battle, especially after Dick and Odin were not the opponents of the all-powerful Agrama combined, and the demonic side was almost at its peak, and they waved their weapons in a frenzy and rushed into the inner field protected by the wall of Crocoun, and between the second and first lines of defense was a wide plain.

Originally, this place was home to the Iron Legion and some of the Crowkun Breakers' camps, but in the cruel and crazy war, the Iron Soldiers brought by Dick have long been exhausted, and this plain has become empty, even if the Iron Soldiers have never had more resentment towards the battlefield of death, but seeing those silent and heroic big men rushing into the battlefield and never returning, the Crowkun Breakers here, after doubting and silent, finally chose to fight side by side.

In this long defensive battle, Chief Hatton personally led Crowkun's pursuers many times, led by infiltrators with extremely skilled assassination skills, to climb over the wall of Crowkun to assassinate those commanders in the demonic camp, and they also lost a lot of heroic warriors, this is probably the first time that the Crowkun tribe has really mustered the courage to fight the demons head-on after 25,000 years of dormancy.

Viren and Dick had promised him a bright future for the Crowkuhn tribe, but after a long battle, Hatton felt that it would not be a bad thing to die in such a glorious battle.

His people had been silent for too long, and he shouldn't have stopped them from regaining the blood and courage to fight, they had moved out of the crypt, they had learned to hold on to their weapons and fight to the death with those demons, they had learned a lot.

When a mortal, not fleeing with cowardice, but courageously launching a counterattack against a powerful opponent, who else can stop them from gaining freedom?

No one, not even death!

When Agrama appeared on the battlefield of this battle, watching him destroy the Wall of Crocoon with one blow, Hatton was almost desperate, how should they fight such an opponent?

But Dick and Odin stepped forward once more, fighting the god-like being so powerful that they finally cleared him from the battlefield using a portal-like method, and the warriors who had stood under Valagar with their weapons in hand cheered in unison the moment Agrama and the earth at the center of the battlefield disappeared.

It's their turn next... The powerful have cleared them of their deadliest opponents, and now it's their turn!

"Warriors of Crowkun, raise your weapons!"

Hatton, dressed in Valagar armor, held his heavy hammer aloft, and behind him, the young men of Crocoun raised the banner of these poor people who had been hiding like rats for thousands of years, the banner of Ereda who had not taken the starship that Viren had fled, but who had also learned to fight after thousands of years of recuperation!

"Look at those demons!"

Hatton jumped onto the high platform beside him, his ugly face frozen by the years was full of madness and unyielding, he roared, standing in front of him were all the young Breakers that Crocoon could still fight, 7,000 people, which was almost the number of young people of the Crocoun tribe except for women and children.

"Look at the destroyers, the floggers, the screamers! they have snatched our world from us! they have turned it into what it is now! they are going to rush now, they want to slaughter us as before! they want to snatch away our last remaining hope!"

"Are you scared?!Tell me, are you scared?!"

Hatton shouted hoarsely, "Behind us are our people, there is no place for us in all of Argus! Our allies have taught us how to protect it all with their great sacrifices!"

"With the weapons in our hands, with our fists, with our teeth!"

"If we are destined to die here today, who will be cowardly, who will be cowardly, who will be cowardly, if we are to die here today, to protect our families, to protect Argus's last hope?"

Hatton waved the hammer in his hand, took a deep breath, and asked louder,

"Are you afraid? Are you afraid of them, are you afraid of these scoundrels who can only scream and run away again and again under the oppression of steel? Are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid!

The Shatterers, armed by the Warragarh, shouted in unison, "Kill them!"

Hatton laughed, he reached out and took the battle flag held high by the young man next to him, and fastened it behind his back with chains,

"I'm getting old! I'm not leaving... I'm going to die here, I'm going to shed my last drop of blood for my world! Will you come with me?"

The door of the first line of defense slammed down, and Hatton, carrying the banner of Ereda, led the charge towards the demons who pounced on the line, and behind him were 7,000 shatterers who had sworn to defend their homes and loved ones, armed with courage and steel, and they now had their own fangs.

And at the same time, the desperate Heroic Spirits also rushed out of the defensive line, and the Valagar who attacked with all his might, countless scorching blades of light flew out of the giant city, plowed blood streaks in the demonic position, and the golden Valkyries rushed down from the city with their wings flapping their wings, the golden wings and the dark red ribbon attached to the war spear, and the war horn blown by Heimdall.

The legion wrapped in golden light and the dark green demon on the opposite side, the golden Vagri in the sky and the demon bat that covered the sky, this scene is spectacular like a battlefield out of the fog of mythology, and the warriors who survived this battle will forever engrave this scene in the deepest part of their hearts.

This is the last battle of Argus... The last battle between demons and order, the last battle between survivors and hunters, the beginning of an epic war.

Viren stood at the highest point of Valagar, he held the staff of the redeemer in both hands, even as a priest with weak attack power, at this moment, he tried his best to burst out his strength for this war, and the golden aura was like the most beautiful and warm halo, scattering down from the highest point of Valagar, forming a thick curtain of light.

Viren scattered his strength in this last position, and any warrior who came into contact with that halo would recover his wounds and energy as quickly as possible, and from time to time there would be healing light swaying outward, whether it was the heroic spirits who were fighting to the death or those survivors of Crokun, with the blessing of this light of order, almost 200% of their combat power burst out, suppressing the demon's forward forward in front of the defensive line.

The engineering artillery fixed to the first line of defense roared, dropping tons of explosives into the demonic positions and creating a slaughter.

As long as Viren doesn't collapse, this battle, there will be a fight!

But...

"Huh"

Crimson claws pierced through the void and appeared behind Viren, who was struggling to maintain the healing light, claw blades like sharp daggers, with dark green and crimson scorching flames, slammed into the back of the old prophet, but the moment before it came into contact with Viren's body, it was blocked by a heavy psychic fire shield.

"Bang"

Viren was comparable to the Psychic Fire Shield in the defense of the city wall, and under the full force of the Great Demon's blow, dense cracks appeared, and the old prophet himself staggered back several steps before he supported his body with his staff, and as soon as he turned around, he saw Kil'Gardan walking out of the spatial rift.

Taller than the pure Ereda of Viren, like a crimson giant, dressed in rough and savage armor, on his chest, there was a demon's skull swaying from side to side, he moved his shoulders, and above the hideous head, a dark green sign of evil power was shining, and his cruel and twisted face revealed a touch of joy at the reunion of old friends... Of course, the uneven sharp teeth and the furious aura emanating from the whole body ruined this joy.

"Ah, Viren... It's been 25,000 years, and you're still doing well on this journey of being hunted down?"

Kil'Gardan spread his arms, he didn't seem to care where Agrama was teleported by Dick and Odin and Illidan, after the Demon Hunter also swooped into the portal of the Sagrete Keystone, there was only one demigod left on the battlefield, otherwise Kil'Gardan would not have been able to appear here so aggressively.

He turned his head to look left and right, then cracked his mouth and showed a smile that scared enough to scare the crying adults,

"How does it feel to be back in Argus again? You see, I've remodeled our world a little bit in my own way... It's more spectacular now, isn't it?"

In the face of this provocation, Viren's face was firm and silent, on his forehead, the holy emblem floated, the blue emblem turned golden, and behind him, a large triangular flowing golden sigil opened, the holy sigil was bright and grand, full of the scorching heat and heaviness of the holy light.

The old prophet didn't say anything when he saw his old man again, but with a wave of his hand, a sword-shaped holy light slashed down towards the top of Kil'Gardan's head, and then was grabbed by the great demon in his hand, and with a slight pinch, the light shattered into hundreds of scattered rays of light.

"You look angry... You seem to be in pain. ”

The archdemon stretched out his finger and flicked it, and the light of the lava-like fire also rose from outside his body, his emotions seemed to be very excited, Viren, this former best friend, abandoned the people of the Argus world at the most critical moment, this is the deepest demon in Kil'Gardan's heart.

Today, he finally has to face him.

"Before you betrayed this world, betrayed me, did you ever think that you would return to Argus Viren in this way... My former best friend, I would like to share it with you, even if it is given by the power of the Dark Titan, but you... You've betrayed it all!"

"I didn't betray anyone!"

Viren's voice finally rang out, "Kilgardan... I've warned you countless times, don't touch the magic, don't touch the darkness, but in the end you still failed to stop your inner thirst for power, it was not me who betrayed you, it was you who betrayed your will, don't make excuses for yourself! Kilgardan! You are a coward!"

"A coward who succumbs to his own inner desires and unbridled pursuit of power!"

"That's why Sargeras chose you..."

Kil' Gardan's eyes widened suddenly, and with a wave of his hands, two twin swords composed of crimson flames appeared in his palms, and with a flick of his hand, he drew two marks in the air that cut through the space.

"Enough! The victor will not be blamed! Look around you, my demon army has invaded your last position, we are millions of times more numerous than you, you are doomed, and your damned world, after I fool you, I will personally lead my army to destroy it!"

"Ridiculous! What's wrong with the pursuit of power?"

The Great Prophet glanced at the demonic army that had covered almost the entire Crocoon Plains, and the dense attack made people want to close their eyes, but when Viren turned around, Kilgardan saw a strange smile on his serious face.

Viren opened his left hand, and a purple crystal floated in the palm of his hand,

"We've held you back for 45 days... Do you really think that we haven't done anything in this long time? We may fail, we may die, but it will herald the dawn of a new era for Argus... At least today, we'll drag enough demons down to hell with us!Kil'Gardan, Crokun, will be your legion's final hell!"

"Bang"

Viren crushed the crystal, like a signal, and purple light escaped from the ground in the countless rifts beneath the already tormented Crocoon Plains.

"Boom..."

Ground... Crashed!