High Lord Tyrion. The soul of the Dawnblade is incomplete.

It's a secret that only a few people know, like some of the earliest Death Lords under his command, Roglio. Sunfury, Luminas. Impotence, Glokush. Black Hand, Selent. Fire Wing and the others are incomplete, and their souls are incomplete.

Because they died in Azeroth, and Azeroth had its own Grim Reaper, Hela.

Although these powerful Death Lords still retain their sanity after being awakened from death, when they are not strong enough, they will always lose something when they cross the door of death, although their souls are not intercepted by Hela in the abyss of Hades for various reasons, but there are still some things left here in their souls while waiting to be recalled.

As their strength grows, these Death Lords will no longer be regained by Hela due to their broken souls, but without recovering the soul fragments scattered in the Underworld, then these Death Lords will never want to become whole.

Just as Luminas complained to Danas, there is always a voice in the soul urging them in the middle of the night, and the soul instinctively longs for wholeness, although the so-called "wholeness" does not make them feel happier for the necromancer, but it has a more important meaning for the necromancer.

When Tyrion looked for knowledge related to "Heroic Spirits" in Ulduar's books, the mechanical guardian Mimiron told the High Lord very clearly that the transformation of Heroic Spirits is essentially a fusion of multiple powers, and in the case of the Heroic Spirits of Valagaar, the positive power of the arcane power is used to neutralize the negative effects of death, so that the necromancer's instinctive will to seek self-destruction and eternal silence can be corrected, so that the potential of the necromancer can be developed, so that it has the possibility of further progress.

And to become such an immortal "heroic spirit", there is an important prerequisite, which is the integrity of the soul!

When Odin chooses the Heroic Soul, he never pays attention to those mutilated souls, because he knows very well that mutilated souls cannot be transformed through the Supreme Gate, and that having a mutilated soul means that the will of the necromancer cannot be repaired well, and in the fusion of death and arcane power, such mutilation will lead to catastrophic consequences, and the mutilated soul will be completely reforged!

They will become emotionless products, only know how to mechanically accept orders and carry out orders, for war machines, such souls are perfect, but for heroic spirits, such souls will undoubtedly become failures!

The entire heroic spiritualization of the Dark Blade is a future that has been planned for a long time, but the ending of this mutilated soul is also a result that the Great Lord cannot accept! He couldn't accept his brothers as emotionless killing machines

"Get out of my world with your legions! Tyrion! ”

Hela's pale eyes shone with undisguised malice, and among her black, scaly-covered twisted claws, the soul fragments that resembled the Great Lord were struggling, and it was obvious that Hela knew the secrets that the Great Lord knew.

The mad woman looked at Tyrion dangling in front of her, and she screamed:

"Otherwise, you'll never want to be whole!"

This scream made the High Lord's sword draw and slash at the black giant that was raging on the battlefield to stop in place, Tyrion did not turn around, but Hela, who slowly rose from the Dead Sea, saw Tyrion's body, trembling at that moment.

This made Hella very satisfied!

There was a hint of pride in her pale eyes, and she knew that she had found the handle of the unbeatable Great Lord of the Darkblade.

Hela had known about Tyria's soul fragments in the Abyss of Hell for a long time, and when she got Tyria's soul fragments, Tyrion was just a little undead who had died unexpectedly, and at that time his soul fragments were piled up on the eternal battlefield of the Abyss of Hell, washed by the power of death in the fountain of souls.

When Darkblade had just invaded Azeroth from the world of Draenor, Hela also sent her Shadow Varri to try to recruit Tyrion to work for her, but Tyrion refused, and later, Hela and Bonsandy seized the opportunity to take the soul of the archdemon Akmund from Tyrion, which made the relationship between the two completely sour.

Hella didn't care about that!

As the Grim Reaper of the Abyss of Hell, the Kvardir Legion under her command was enough to flood the entire world, and Tyrion lacked the capital to rival her at that time, even if the Darkblade Legion had occupied the entire Eastern Continent at that time, it was just a living force with some potential for Hela.

But as with all bad stories, by the time Hela re-emphasized Tyrion, the Death Knight who had fled in humiliation in front of her had become her, the Grim Reaper of the Dead Lord, and yes, the lucky guy got ahead of her and found the third lost continent of the Azeroth Dead and was recognized by the land.

By this time, it would not be so easy for Hela to extinguish the flames of the Dark Blade.

But Hela has her own killer trick, and now, facing Tyrion and his legions, who are already on the verge of conquering the depths of the Underworld, the Queen of Hell has finally thrown out the last card in her hand

She felt that she had the chance to win!

Looking at the big lord who was stunned in place, Hela moved her flesh and blood tentacles, and when she set off the tide just now and confronted the big lord head-on, her tentacles wrapped in the black tide were cut off by the big lord's sword, which was very painful, but for Hela, it was meaningless to be cut off, and the broken tentacles were soaked in the Dead Sea, and they were restored to their original state in an instant.

She is the Grim Reaper, and the Grim Reaper, the Grim Reaper, does not die at all.

"Sounds like you're threatening me?"

Hela moved her claws and let the few weak soul fragments belonging to Tyrion clasp with sharp claw blades, the great lord with his back to Hela suddenly spoke, his voice cold and low, this voice made Hela flutter for a moment, this was not the reaction she imagined.

And the next moment, a touch of extremely cold threat rose in Hela's heart in vain, causing the Queen of Hades to subconsciously sway her body backwards, however, the black light blade that burst out from the right hand of the Great Lord sliced Hela's sturdy claws along an extremely perfect arc, and cut through the soul fragments held in the claws.

The weak soul fragment was touched by the power of death in the air, annihilated, and turned into pieces of shaking black light feathers, floating between the sluggish Hela and the indifferent Great Lord, Hela's eyes widened, and Tyrion's eyes did not sway at all, even just now, he destroyed his soul fragment with his own hands, so that the only hope for his soul to return to whole, completely dissipated.

With his own hands, he destroyed the weakness that fell into the hands of the enemy

"You madman!"

Hela screamed, her claws sliced by the withered force of death did not cause much pain, and between the strange surges of flesh and blood, her broken body quickly recovered, and she looked at the Great Lord, and she shouted:

"You ruin your future! You idiot! You'll never be whole anymore! You will be completely eaten by death! Nothing left! ”

"Stupid!"

Tyrion's long gray-white hair drifted out in the rotation of his body, and the twin blades held in his left and right hands were like two flaming pillars of fire wrapped in black flames, easily cutting off Hela's tentacles between the swings of the Great Lord, and the gloomy essence of death flowed in the sharp blades swung by the Great Lord, making Hela's huge body become bloody in this wave of death storm.

It's like bones thrown into a meat grinder.

"What's the point of being complete with me?"

The High Lord stepped forward, swung his sword and slashed off Hela's claws, the black blood spilled into the Dead Sea, quickly extending more twisted wraiths, roaring and rushing towards the High Lord, only to be easily annihilated by the dark ring that enveloped Tyrion.

The pupils in the deepest part of his eyes had turned into a blood moon hanging in the darkness, the new power that the land of Hades had given him, and between his steps, the suppressed and miserable Hela kept retreating into the Dead Sea, trying to win a respite from the stormy attack, but no!

Tyrion didn't give the arrogant queen any chance, the twin blades in his hands hummed, the greedy apocalypse continued to tear at Hela's huge soul, and the silent Ash Messenger continued to destroy Hela's defenses for his master, the Great Lord's soul would never be whole, but this did not make him weaker, but exposed his low-key disguise, the crazy fangs hidden in the darkness.

"I have filled my imperfections with death, I have melted into death"

The blood moon in Tyrion's eyes beat more and more violently, and his voice blew through the dead sea like a cold wind from the north, causing Hela's heart to fall into the abyss:

"I'm not a coward! Afraid of not daring to touch the true face of death, only the mutilated soul can inject real power into it! ”

"Wow"

The body of the Great Lord stretched outward at this moment, and a pile of bat-wings like crimson blood tore through his armor, appearing behind his body, and between the flapping of the huge wings, a set of deeper, darker war-like patterns appeared on his cheeks, and on both sides of that cold cheek, black runes like bat-wings covered his neck and eyes, looking like hunting runes like demon hunters.

He moved his longer, more threatening body, and he looked at the hazy sky overhead, and in his gaze, a scarlet point of light surged rapidly across the sky.

"Look! I embraced death, and death made me feel real, whole! ”

In this gloomy sky, in the hell that belongs to Hela, under the call of the Great Lord, a blood moon hangs strangely in the sky, reflecting the alien figure of the Great Lord.

Under the light of the blood moon, the Darkblade soldiers on the entire eternal battlefield seemed to be blessed with new powers, and the Great Lord generously gave his warriors the power of death, and in the shroud of the blood moon, those Darkblade soldiers killed by Hela's Deep Sea Titan and Hela's sea giant beast Kraken once again rose up again on the land of the dead world.

In the supreme glory of Tyrion, death has become an ally with the Darkblade!

"You can't threaten me! Hela! You're just a mere grim reaper, and I"

Tyrion was suspended in mid-air with two black-fire blades, a blood-like halo swirling over his body, a cold and disdainful look on his face covered with death spells:

"I am death itself!"

The hands of the Great Lord who had truly entered the form of death held the twin swords, and in the fingers like bloody claws, with the infusion of the power of the true essence, the two dual swords that accompanied the Great Lord's long march were also promoted to a higher form in the Underworld, the Apocalypse and the Ash Messenger hissed, their blades continued to lengthen, and they became more gloomy, colder, and more deadly, and at the moment when the Great Lord's hands intertwined, two straight swords with curved blades appeared in his hands.

He looked at Hela below like a true god, cold death flowing through him, roaring for him to bring the ultimate eternal silence to his opponents.

Indeed, the future of the Dark Blade is the elevation of all the Heroic Spirits, and all his warriors, all his brothers, need complete souls to realize that great future, but he himself, does not need to!

He has already walked on another path, that is a road from which there is no return, he was born in death, and he will return to death, which is his eternal destination.

Hela's biggest mistake wasn't threatening Tyrion, the clever woman found the right way, but the wrong way

"The bell has struck, Daughter of Hela's Underworld."

"Let's hit the road!"

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"He's really, isn't he?"

On the eternal battlefield, Luminas looked at the great lord of the sky with some fear, it was the first time she saw Tyrion show her true strength, even if she was a necromancer, she would feel a touch of coolness in the power that went straight to the essence of death, she looked at Iriel beside her, and the hoof sister also looked at the big man of the fierce battle in the sky at this time, as if she was imagining her future power, whether she would be as handsome as the boss.

Faced with Luminas' question, Irel flicked his tail and slung the heavy mechanically powered hammer on his shoulder, and Hoof Girl said to Luminas:

"Of course, the boss is, there is no doubt about it, so we better behave better so that the boss doesn't get us in trouble again"

As she spoke, Hoof Girl turned her gaze to the giant of the deep sea that was wreaking havoc in the Darkblade Formation, and a mocking smile hung on the corner of her mouth:

"Look at Hela's creation, it's ugly! She thought we wouldn't recognize it by adding a weird shell to that familiar soul."

"Tsk, let's go, let's give poor Akmund one last relief!"