In the midst of the eternal silence, the High Lord Tyrion in the form of death is on the battlefield of annihilating the astral body, frantically attacking the fallen titan Agrama.

Every time the Taisharak sword technique he imitated collided with Agrama's genuine Titan sword technique, the aftermath of its power would be applied to the surrounding stars and boundless space, and the asteroid could not withstand the aftermath of the power of the two big guys, and it would be easily torn apart, and those planets were also cut down like axes, making the entire planet full of trauma caused by power.

By now that the battle had been fought, the two sides had long been unable to spare their hands, and Agrama marveled at the tenacity of the mortal who had fallen into death in front of him, while the Great Lord was struggling to support it.

Every second, every second he could feel the weakness of the power of the dead in Azeroth, the world he had reshaped groaned, it was no longer able to supply the High Lord with more energy.

That world, the death energy that that that plane can supply is not infinite, and if it continues to be extracted, I am afraid that before Agrama is defeated, the rules of the death realm that he has established will be the first to be shaken.

Moreover, the gap between the two sides is not in the power itself, Tyrion has already touched the essence of power, in the rank system of the six basic powers, he and Agrama are both born based on the rules of a complete world, and the life ranks of the two sides may be up and down, but it is not enough to reach the level of crushing.

The real problem is as Agrama said.

He is not pure enough.

Even if you melt into death, there is still a faint difference between the Great Lord and the real death, just like the mixture of ice and water at 0°, they are two different beings who are fused together.

This is not to say that the Great Lord does not want to be pure, he has already walked on this path of death, and he has long been unable to turn back.

But he couldn't...

He can't find a way to become more pure, it's like a data process that is constantly running, and he has encountered a vicious BUG caused by the lack of modules, no matter how many times the process checks itself, he can't get through the ravine in front of him, because...

That's not his problem at all.

The Dead Realm of Azeroth, despite its unification in terms of rules and belonging, is highly likely to have not yet reached true "completeness".

"It's over!"

Agrama seemed to sense the insuity of the thorny mortal in front of him, and on his pale scarred body, the fire of destruction was burning, the scorching flames protected the body of the Fallen Titan as much as possible, but even the flames that represented pure destruction and the end could not remove the scars inflicted by death, the rocks outside the body of the Fallen Titan shattered, and there was scorching blood escaping between the activities, just like a true warrior who fought bloodily.

This is probably the hardest and most enjoyable battle fought by the Fallen Titans in the past 10,000 years.

He was born a Titan, the most powerful creature in the stars, and there are not many existences that can be his opponent, except for the occasional Void Lord on the battlefield of the stars, the other enemies can be eliminated with a single sword... Or two swords.

Agrama is a warrior among the Titans, and after the Fall, he longs for a real battle, and today, he has been rewarded, and Elune, the heroic spirit of the world of Azeroth, his masked sister, and the warrior who represents Elune, have given him a real surprise.

However... That's all.

As long as there is a war, there will be a moment when it will end.

Between the surge of dark red flames in the eyes of the Fallen Titan, the Tessarak in his hand let out a hiss, and the deadly Tessarak sword technique unleashed again, and this time, it was no longer the enemy's move, but a more ferocious blow, representing the final slash of the annihilation of all things.

"Buzz Buzz"

At the moment when Agrama swung his sword, a black hole-like vortex of energy stood out on Tyrion's side, and in each black hole, there was the power of the most pure arcane and evil energy of the stars, like deadly spikes, accompanied by the blade cut by Agrama, endless gray-white spikes gushed out from the dense energy vortex.

In a way that no dead ends, slash this final blow into the body of the dead life in front of you.

"Bang"

The High Lord waved his claws, and the roaring Death Fury held those energy spikes out of his body like a black serpent, and the final collision between the Apocalypse and Taisharak in his hand, in the eyes of the High Lord's regret, in the last hiss of the Apocalypse, this weapon that had followed the High Lord for the longest time, like the Ember Messenger, shattered piece by piece under the collision of Taisharak's creation and the fire of destruction.

"I can only... Helped you get here..."

The last aftermath of the apocalypse is no longer as unruly as it once was, and there is no longer the flamboyant tongue of the past, this is not a good weapon, but it is still a weapon, and in such a great war like creation, it ends in the most glorious way of weapons, even if it is an apocalypse, it will not feel disappointed.

It has been relegated to the fate of weapons...

"Poof"

In the dance of the black fragments of the apocalypse, the hideous Tyrion's left claw slapped on the cheek of the sword-wielding Agrama, tearing apart the Titan's rocky face, and the pillar of light that erupted from the blood moon broke through Agrama's skull, smashing the dark helmet above his head into the icy stars.

The flaming greatsword in the hands of the Fallen Titan also pierced the V-shaped flame blade at the top, tearing apart the protection of death and piercing into Tyrion's death-filled body.

The infinite power attached to this Creation Blade, which carried the will to destroy in the last Star Era, also exploded in the cold flesh and blood.

Devastating Blith!

Annihilation of flesh and blood!

Soul stripping!

Wait, wait, countless devastating spells inscribed in Taisharak exploded at this moment, and in the slightly pained expression of the Great Lord, his flesh and blood strengthened by the seeds of life and the energy of death were like a bomb being detonated, first flesh and blood, then bones, and finally souls, all in this final slash, like the scene of the annihilation of a black hole, in the explosion of the sun of destruction that reflected the dead silence of the stars, completely crushed.

The Great Lord roared, his flesh and bones were still trying to be reborn, but the will of annihilation attached to the blade of Taisharak's sword suppressed the power of the flesh and blood to be reborn, causing the High Lord's body to peel off layer by layer, shattering piece by piece, like an ice in the turbid light of the end, which was completely melted at this moment.

Outside the planet of Azeroth, Elune watched this scene in disbelief, and the hands of the world spirits were trembling...

Tyrion... He's dead?

The man who represents death, that's it... He's dead?

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"I'm sorry, I'm late."

A voice rang out in Tyrion's ears, opening the eyes of his agony and weary soul.

He had melted into death, he had become a part of death, and as long as the power in the stars remained, he would not have been truly annihilated, but alas, he was left with only a weak soul, his body, his weapons, all had been destroyed by the last sword of Agrama.

He didn't die in the traditional sense, but he did fail.

He could no longer stop Agrama from destroying Azeroth, and he could only watch as a bystander, watching the world, which he had planned and protected for the future, die under the blade of the Fallen Titans.

Fortunately, the Dead Realm can at least leave a backup for the souls of the present world, and in the other world of Draenor in the stars, these souls may be able to start the evolution of civilization in the second season...

It's just a pity, Elune...

He had told the spirit of the world that he would protect her.

But now it seems that he is going to break his word.

After all, it's still one step behind...

That's just one step away.

"Who are you?"

The soul of the Great Lord sat on the cliff of the Dead Realm Wilderness, looking out at the present world reflected in the distance, he was in no mood to speak at this time, but this strange voice... He had never seen it in the Dead Realm.

"I should have come a long time ago."

The piggyback voice explained:

"But you've spoiled Yuna so much, you've never let her reach her potential, so much so, I've been trapped in that little fool's mind until now... But fortunately, it's not too late. ”

In front of the Great Lord's eyes, there seemed to be a fog that had been lifted by a pair of hands, and in his vision, a formless, massive, illusory, unclear face phantom appeared.

And little Yuna stood beside the ghost, looking at the Great Lord with a worried gaze.

The ghost had no face, it wasn't real, it was more like a consciousness from the past, a memory.

"So, who are you?"

The High Lord's eyes were closed, his soul pierced by Taisharak, the pain that made it difficult for him to concentrate, and before his eyes, a world, those destinies shaped by him, would be ruthlessly destroyed before his eyes.

The Great Lord struggled to his feet, he was no longer armed, he looked at the sky, but all he saw was a cloud of burning smoke, as if it was about to envelop the world.

"Every world in the stars has a reflection of death, it is the opposite of this world, life and death are always a cycle, and once the balance is broken, the world will fall into chaos, this is the meaning of my existence."

The apparition explained unhurriedly:

"And the other meaning of my existence is to connect this world with the Sea of Death Star, you may not understand, so let me explain it to you."

"The stars, the stars are a vast ocean, an ocean of countless drops of water, but these droplets are not independent of each other, they merge together, and death is the same, it is a concept, a power that encompasses the whole stars, it exists in every ray of light, in every breath of life, in every trace of air, it is all over the stars like any other force."

"And I, my existence, can make this drop of Azeroth merge with the entire sea of death of the stars, like a node... Do you know why you're not an opponent of Agrama? Is it because you're too weak? No! No!!! ”

The phantom of the dead world said in a philosopher-like tone:

"You're not weak at all, Tyrion. Dawnblade, your talent has amazed the stars. ”

"You just didn't discover your power, and it's always around you... The explosion of the Well of Eternity 10,000 years ago destroyed the present world, also tore apart the dead world, and completely collapsed my consciousness, the demise of the node represents the independence of Azeroth from the sea of death, like a pool of stagnant water, and you... But you used this pool of stagnant water to resist this ocean... Hehe, although only a little bit less. ”

"He can draw arcane and evil powers from every corner of the stars, but you, you only have Azeroth behind you, just ask, how can one world fight against the entire stars?"

"Hehehehe"

The apparition let out a low laugh, and under the silent gaze of little Yuna, the ghost stretched out its claws towards Tyrion's soul, and said meaningfully:

"Give up the weak flesh and embrace it, it will be your weapon, it will be your armor, it will be your mount, it will be your everything, Tyrion. The Blade of Dawn, Agrama, and the world are all waiting. ”

The High Lord raised his head, he looked at the Phantom of the Dead in front of him with his own eyes, he did not immediately reach out his hand, but looked at the reflection of the world in the distance, and after a few seconds, he let out a long sigh and asked:

"So, at what cost?"

"One thing! Palms, legs, hearts, or whatever, as a handful... Well, "keys"! ”

The Phantom said in a relaxed tone:

"You have melted into death, you have taken the most difficult step, like a wanderer wandering beyond the sea of death, all you need is a key to the sea of stars... Then Tyrion. Dawnblade, you stubborn backwater, are you ready to melt into this ocean? ”

There was no answer, and there was silence until a dozen seconds later, when Tyrion let out a sigh of relief, and he stretched out his hand, covering his left eye, and his other eye looked at the worried little ghost, and he asked:

"What about Yuna?"

"Don't worry about her... She is the node, your messenger, and the spokesperson of death. ”

The phantom stretched out its claws again towards the High Lord, and it said:

"Luck will always be with her."

"That's fine."

The High Lord's fingers moved slightly, and at Yuna's terrifying scream, a part of his soul was thrown towards the Phantom of the Dead Realm, which was caught in his claws, and in a creepy laugh, darkness... A ray of light in the darkness opened before the eyes of the weakened Tyrion like a whirlpool of pale doors.

It was the reflection of the sea of death.

He saw...

Everywhere the Burning Legion went, in the sights trampled and destroyed by demons, everything withered, the cycle of life and death was broken, and on every dead planet, the pale light burned like flames.

Sargeras drove the demons to clean up this vast sea of stars, but they brought not only pure destruction, but also the death born in the destruction, the unknown dark power, the faster they kill, the faster death breeds, the more they kill, the stronger the power of death, and the moment the burning expedition begins, the cycle of life and death of the stars is out of balance...

And that, that is the power of the Death Star Sea, which will one day completely devour the power of the stars... In front of the inevitable coming, engraved in the endless cycle of all things, what are the so-called heat deaths of the Void Lords?

Isn't that yet another manifestation of death among the stars?

This world still belongs to the endless creatures... But one day, it will come down to... Death.

"Look! Tyrion..."

The phantom of the Dead Realm grew deeper and deeper, as if the aftermath before it dissipated echoed in the High Lord's mind:

"Look! In the abyss of the stars, cold deaths are gathering, creeping, roaring, longing for true rise... Go lead them! Tyrion, go conquer this sea of death, and march to the higher dimensions..."

"They're looking forward to your arrival..."

Tyrion was impregnated in a link to the Sea of Death, the power of death from every part of the stars was responding to him, his weak soul was filled, strengthened, a body completely reconstituted by pure death was manifesting, bones, flesh and blood, an entity manifested entirely by pure death, the pure things that could not be accomplished in the Death Realm of Azeroth, so easily completed in the endless power of the Death Sea.

He, on the last step of the road...

But the High Lord also heard an important message from the voice of the Phantom of the Dead Realm, he opened the only remaining right eye, he looked at the slowly dying Phantom, and he asked in a loud voice:

"Who are they?"

"Hehe..."

The apparition fulfilled its mission as a Death Node, and said in a strangely pleasant voice:

"You'll know, you'll see, you'll be involved..."

"Go ahead, don't let your world wait long..."