"What do you ask me to do?" Fasien turned around, strangely out of his grip, the dagger that looked like a crescent moon and emitted a rich shadow light, and was alone in sucking the corpse of the oracle on the ground.

Probably holding this evil weapon for a long time, Fatheon's face appeared with a dark void pattern that only absorbed too much shadow. What was frightening was that the void patterns on his face seemed to be really connected to the void, and the stars inside were spinning all the time...

"What do I do?" Fasien looked at everyone grimly and replied, "Naturally, it's something that Natalie didn't do!" Soon, this oracle will be surrendered at the feet of his master! ”

"Demytia! You and I have both seen Natalie use the master! But how? Fatheon casually grabbed the evil dagger and interrupted the spell on the evil god. His eyes turned completely void blue-black, and he looked at everyone evilly, and his mouth actually cracked to his ears.... The priest's robe behind the body was broken through by barbs, bone spurs grew out one by one, and the entire arm and body were raised nearly thirty centimeters out of thin air.

All of Fatheon's clothing was torn apart, and a creature resembling an upright fish-man appeared in front of them. His gray-brown body surface quickly evolved into closed eyes one by one, covering his naked body! When those eyes have gained enough energy, brush it off! When they all opened their eyes and looked at everyone, everyone couldn't help but shudder.

But strangely, he didn't have the kind of tentacles that Locke remembered everywhere.

"This is the strength that my master has given me! The power of omnipotence! Fatheon basked in the joy of his body's transformation, he spread his arms to meet the Shadow's final evolution of himself, "When the final twilight judgment comes, everyone! It will all be under the will of God...."

"Boom!!"

The hammer of the golden light slammed into his head with a dull thud. This former Bishop of the Holy Light of Stormwind City, who doesn't pull or pull, is now a monster who finally stops making noise.

The things on his body that kept opening and closing his eyes were suddenly paralyzed, and he lost his flexibility and became dead fish eyes...

Locke blew his arm that had turned into golden energy, and he smiled at the other people who looked at him in surprise, "I'm sorry, I don't want to be a villain, so naturally I can only strangle him before he has fully evolved." ”

Of course, in his heart, Locke was also surprised. Is this a surge in your strength? Or is this just a useless product?

"Oh! Oh, my God! It's violent! The dwarf leaned over and looked at the former Bishop of the Holy Light whose head had been smashed, and he sighed a few times, "I still want to get some skin tissue or something, go back and study it..."

Breaking free from Fatheon's grasp, the evil dagger floated silently in the air, levitating up and down...

"The crisis is over?" Evelena said in surprise, looking at the monster on the ground, "That's it?" ”

"Maybe? It is undoubtedly the best to solve the crisis here more safely. Old Tawad turned his head to look not far away, the huge stone figure carved out of the stone wall, and it was obvious that he was Tyr. He stared fiercely at the pile of earth and stone in the middle of the cavern, and the huge silver hand in his hand was about to smash into it.

"Come here, come here—" A low murmur broke through the earbuds and suddenly appeared in Locke's ears. He was startled, and immediately raised the phoenix double blade in his hand!

This whisper was different from the others, it called itself so clearly, unlike the others who were just unconscious muttering!

Locke shifted his steps and looked towards the closest place to his voice. He was amazed to find out! Demethias had already grasped the evil dagger that Fatheon had just held!

"Nope! Demytia! Hurry up and still have it! ”

Locke's frightened shout was too late, and Demetia had already grasped the dagger floating in the air steadily.

The whispers in Locke's ears vanished...

Everyone looked at the Grand Priest not far away in shock, and the Tyr guards instantly raised their swords and shields, and the holy light began to soak their weapons, aiming directly at Demyteah.

Contrary to all fears, Demitea had nothing special about it, and she took the evil weapon from her hand so lightly. She didn't become like Fatheon's, nor did she appear to be controlled. And the dagger no longer leaked the filth of the shadows, as if it had become an ordinary dagger.

"Saratas, Saratas Blade of the Dark Empire." Demitea smiled slightly, explaining like the others, "This is the name of this dagger...."

Everyone looked at her in amazement, and they all focused their eyes on Locke, waiting for Locke's conclusion.

Looking at Demitia in all shapes, he calmly came to the ground and Fasien's corpse changed, and took out a magic bag from the deformed belt around his waist. Locke watched as she pulled out a purple copper book with a lock on it, then turned to look at him slightly.

"The secrets of the void, Bishop Natalie's delving into this weapon, are all in this book."

"You... Nothing. Locke tried to ask, fearing for Demyteah's safety, so much so that the sword in his hand, which had long since been extinguished, brightened up again.

Demitea smiled and shook her head, looking down at the swarthy dagger in her hand, she looked up and opened her mouth to say something to Locke, but she couldn't say anything. In the end, she could only smile and say to Locke...

"This is my fate... The ultimate fate of my here... I've got an insight into my future...."

"I'm afraid I'll have to step down as Bishop of the Holy Light Church in Western Lordaeron, and I'll pick up Bishop Natalie's unfinished business and continue to spread the Way of Shadows in the Alliance."

"But you don't have to..."Locke was stopped by Demytia before she could finish her words, she shook her head resolutely and refused, "It has to be done!" Fatheon: They are an example of this. I need to be in a place far from the crowd to spread this dangerous knowledge to a few people who have high ideals and beliefs. This is a necessary means to save the world of Azeroth! ”

"And there is indeed a self-will in this dagger," the dagger in his hand began to emit an evil shadow filth again, and Demytia clenched the hand that grabbed it! "I guess only I can suppress it until the moment my life ends!"

Locke seemed to have understood something at this moment, and it turned out that Demytia suddenly asked to go with him to tour the land at first. Maybe she had already seen everything that happened here by that time! In order not to be stopped by others, especially herself, she has been silent! Until it really came to this moment, she stood up without hesitation!

And the blade of the Dark Empire in her hand is obviously an extremely dangerous weapon! As Fatheon said, there may be an evil will in this dagger as powerful as the Elder God! It was this kind of will that caused the former Shadow Bishop of the Church of Light, Natalie, to fall.

Yes, it was the whisper that invaded my mind and lured me to the past just now! What happens if you hold it yourself?! Gain great power? How powerful is Fatheon? At the same time, with the Holy Light ability he mastered, can he not become a fishman? If so, is it holding it? Will you still master the power of the Shadow?

If this power is mastered, who else in the alliance can stop its will? Can I be like Soradin? Accomplish the great cause of reunifying humanity?! And that's not all! I might even be able to drive the orc horde out of this planet once and for all! Throw them back to their hometown of Draenor? I might be able to completely wipe out the Burning Legion that invaded this world?!

And the price of all this .... Just hold that dagger ....

"Harvey!! What are you going to do?!! Demytia shouted! Pulling Locke out of his obsession and ambition, he was horrified to find that the tip of the phoenix's double-edged sword in his hand had been aimed at Demithia in front of him!!

Cold sweat kept leaving from Locke's forehead!! He stared at the dagger in horror and eagerly retreated more than ten steps back!

"Everyone! Stay away from that dagger!! Locke wiped the cold sweat from his head with his left hand and shouted, "Stay away from the great sages of Demetian!! ”

Locke's demeanor had already attracted the attention of others, and this loud shout made people look at him quite uneasily.

"Duval! Come back! Stay away from the great sages of Demytian...", the cries of old Tawad followed. The rest of the people turned their heads to see the silent young man in the Tyr guard, staring at the dagger in Demytia's hand, muttering incessantly, approaching Demithia step by step.

"Crazy, crazy! That's an evil weapon! We should destroy it! Garford strode up behind Duval in a fit of rage and slammed his fist into the back of his head.

Contrary to what he had expected, the young Tyr guard did not collapse and faint. With a calm and eerie expression, he turned to look at the old guard behind him, Garford.

"Wake up! Duval! Think about your mission! Gaffold clasped his shoulders with both hands, shaking vigorously in an attempt to revive him from the grasp of the unknown!

"Think of Tyr! Duval! You're his guard! Think about your duties! You..."

"Poof!!"

The sharp blade pierced the soft leather armor of Gafford's chest, and the blood-stained blade appeared behind Gafford...

Gaverd's words stopped abruptly, he looked at Duval with a blank face in shock, and then looked down at the short-bladed one-handed sword on his chest in disbelief!

"Gaffold!"

"Duval! You idiot! What did you do!! Evelena, the female guard, cried out!

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Thank you brothers for your support, thank you.