Well, we must know that in the era of the Age of Mythology, there were indeed unlucky egg gods who fell together because of the death of the gods, but such guys are basically the kind of unlucky people with low or even weak divine power. But the bloodthirsty king Parkens is different, in the era of mythology, when he was still a god for Ragbar, he was very valued by the god of slavery and tyranny because he dared to fight, kill, and cut - of course, being valued as coolie cannon fodder or being favored as his own ❤ people is two different things, which is probably the reason for Parkens' dissatisfaction.

Then, before the end of the Mythical Era, he was already in charge of the army of Divine Slaves of Ragbar, and as the gold medal fighter under the command of one of the three demon lords, he was officially promoted from a god with weak divine power to an inferior divine power. Then, after the destruction of the kingdom of Ragbal by the Titans, Pakens then intercepted some of the divine power of the lord, and then mastered the guardianship and faith of many races. After the end of the Great War of Gods and Demons, when he advanced to the middle divine power, he could already be regarded as a "hegemon", and he had the qualifications to establish his own faith, divine power and divine magic system. It is even possible to create Heroic Spirits and Oracles of their own realm.

And today, the orcs who dominate Orgrimmar can be regarded as a very powerful racial force. As its patron saint, Parkens is actually only one step away from high divine power.

Of course, such an existence can't be suddenly hung up just because the Divine Descendant hangs up.

Bargassa's sacrifice was, of course, a rather heavy blow to Parkens. The power of the Demon Sword Pale Inferno not only burned Miss Shaman's own body and soul, but also completely destroyed the spirit and memory fragments attached to her by the Bloodthirsty King. At that moment, this ancient demon god not only felt the rise of the death omen star for the first time in a long time, but also the annihilation of a part of the soul of the clone, which also made him feel cold. For a moment, his senses, thoughts, and even movements were dulled, as if his soul and body were frozen in an instant.

The behemoth body gave the Bloodthirsty King the destructive power to crush all enemies in the wilderness, but at this time, he suddenly felt that his huge body, as if every inch of his blood vessels and even bone marrow was filled with lead, even if he had to move it slightly, it would take a lot of effort. What's even more terrifying is that he is obviously in his own kingdom of God, theoretically, every grass and tree, every flower and leaf in the kingdom of God, and even a little fluctuation of air current, should not hide his perception, but now, he is obviously stepping on the ground of the kingdom of God, but he still feels empty under his feet.

Parkens understood that this was a warning of a devastating blow to the soul, not only in terms of physical control and senses, but also in the direct link between the spirit and the kingdom of God. For a moment, he could only use all his spiritual power to restore the wounds of his soul...... He knew very well that his soul had indeed been greatly hit. And the more indestructible an existence is, the more difficult it is to recover from trauma. And the soul of the true God is one of these "indestructible" ones.

He had no idea how much time he would have to take, how much killing, or how much faith he would have to absorb to recover. All he knew was that it was a long time that could be counted in epochs. In the eyes of mortals, it can almost be regarded as irreversible damage.

This feeling is probably like I have saved a few suites with great difficulty, and I am about to spend my life comfortably as a charter company, but one of them was burned clean by a fire. What's even sadder is that the house was bought on the territory of the American imperialists, and you haven't bought insurance yet. In this case, anyone will feel miserable and miserable for a while, right?

In this case, it is understandable that you are immobilized by the blow for a while. Of course, it is probably understandable that a group of ant-like mortals can be beaten unilaterally...... That's weird! For a true god, it is of course a great shame to be ridden on the head like this by a mortal. And even more humiliating than this, of course, this group of mortals was their own believers an hour ago.

Am I just not going to welcome you? It's just a matter of being a two-five boy, and you're still so unrelenting?

Yes, yes, in order to increase my power, I did force the clans to fight each other, established a set of blood sacrifice rituals, and even led the entire Orgrimmar to a long war, and in the end, even exterminated your comrades and totem Beamons. But my realm is blood and strife, and I am your patron saint, and the stronger I become, won't your life be better? Such a simple truth, why don't you understand it?

Uncle can bear it, but aunt can't bear it. The bloodthirsty king, who felt greatly wronged and was himself the enemy of the world, was like a lone wolf who had been cornered at this moment, and it began to bite frantically while unyielding licking wounds that might never heal again.

The silent and formless divine power condensed into the Stance Sword, hovering at Perkens's side. Now in a trance, this is all the power that the Bloodthirsty Lord can mobilize at the moment.

Even without the ability to be a true god, Perkens is still the greatest warrior in the world, if not one of them, and the most refined combat skills have been turned into the most refined combat skills. Every blade, including punches and kicks, will unleash the deadliest and most subtle attack in his hands. He didn't even need to use his body as a carrier, just relying on his spiritual power, he was able to condense his divine power into a standing blade and exert the power of a martial saint. What's even more terrifying is that in one's own realm, every grass, tree, earth, and stone in the kingdom of God, even the slightest wind and grass can be regarded as an extension of divine power. In such a world that belongs to him, the fluctuations of divine power will be suppressed to the point where they are almost non-existent.

To put it bluntly, this is equivalent to a sword master who completely hides himself and doesn't even have breath, holding a divine weapon that also can't see the form to cut you...... What kind of experience is this, the orc old sword saint Murro Thunder Roar is probably the most vocal, right?

Of course, his five senses on the physical level could not perceive the formation of the Divine Power Stance Sword, but as a sword saint, his sixth sense felt great danger for the first time. He simply closed his eyes...... To put it bluntly, a skill like "Heart Eye", which sounds particularly lofty, is simply a basic skill for a person with extraordinary strength in this martial arts school. The mysterious sixth sense, or the eyes of the mind, allowed Mu Luo Thunder Roar to capture the trajectory of the invisible sword for the first time. He quickly crossed the pale Hell in his hand, and had a hard-to-head encounter with the sword of divine power.

At that time, there was no sound of gold and iron colliding, not even the sound of wind. The old sword master only felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and the paralysis spread directly from his wrist to half of his body, so stuffy that he almost wanted to vomit blood.

Immediately afterwards, the sharp sword that was finally blocked suddenly dispersed, bypassing the old sword saint's block like countless tiny needle tips, and then gathered again, directly forming the form of a heavy hammer. Then, only a loud explosion was heard from Duang, and it slammed straight into Murro Thunder's roaring chest.

The old sword saint floated away from the sky like a kite with a broken string, and then the whole person lay on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. However, even after receiving such a heavy blow, he still held on to the pale Hell, which was probably an expression of an attitude of "I will not give in even if I die", right?

Well, it's tragic.

Immediately afterward, Parkens finally pulled out an iron hoof that had been trapped in the lava. He didn't care about the burns on his legs, just shook them off with a slight shake, shook off the burning lava that covered his legs, and then stepped heavily on the ground.

At that moment, it was as if the whole earth was about to expand, and the solid ground was like the surface of a balloon, first with a palpitating bulge, and then quickly formed a crack, and you continued to expand. Boiling flames burst out of the cracks, creating a wave of heat. In an instant, the three trolls Gopon, the Celestial Spirit Shaman, and the Minotaur Sect Leader Torren Jarn were all involved.

The three trolls closest to the Bloodthirsty King also suffered the strongest impact in an instant, and such a huge body, at this time, it seemed to be a weightless piece of paper, and it was lifted up on the spot. He seemed to be trying to struggle in the air, but the shockwaves between the scorching waves, which were deadlier than the sharpest of swords, cut his torso in two along his abdomen, and blood flowed out and spilled everywhere.

This state of affairs is almost a miserable death for others, but it is far from fatal for a three-song troll. This animal is about an earthworm, as long as the head is not fatally injured, no matter how miserable the body is, it will lose its mobility at most, and it will slowly recover. In other words, if there is only a little active substance belonging to the brain left at the stage of evolution to the three-headed, it is not death, but a simple "headshot", which is actually not very useful for this rare and strange species of trolls.

Of course, it was impossible for the dignified god of war to make such a mistake, and it just grabbed its iron hooves again and stomped on it hard. The iron hooves that were almost as big as the pillars of the temple slammed down on Gopon's body like a collapsing mountain, and crushed them a few more times. When Perkens let go of his hooves, all that was left on the ground was a mosaic-only scrap of flesh. It's really hard for you to associate this mass of flesh and blood with its lifetime.

Well, the first mountain troll to successfully evolve a third head in the rest of the years ended his life like that. As a cleric of Parkens, he has stepped on the peak of his life, fallen from the clouds, and received God's favor and guidance in confusion to make his spirit go further, but in his old age he betrayed his god and finally died at his hands. This kind of life is really ups and downs! Although it sounds like a very meaningless life, it is.

The power grid that had wrapped around the Bloodthirsty King had vanished, and the lava and flames from the subsidence and stalagmites had stopped rising in an instant.

In the blazing airwaves, Ronzath and Torrenyan, who were covered in blue halos, fell out together, staggered a few steps, and finally managed to stand firmly, but they gasped for breath with their respective weapons, and their bodies seemed to be a little stumbling. The blue light lingered on the bodies of the two of them, and it seemed that some phantoms were faintly emerging in the brilliance, this should be the ancestral spirit armor, which belonged to the top defense method of shamanic spells. These two top spellcasters finally activated their shields at the last moment, and finally did not get knocked out and killed on the spot like the three trolls, but they were still inevitably hit hard.

Asog seemed to be in a real hurry, waving vigorously the flag in his hand that represented the ancient glory of the orcs. Endless aura shook down from the banner and turned into a solemn aura, quickly enveloping the seriously injured Heavenly Spirit Shaman and the Minotaur Sect Elder in it.

Under the realm of aura, the two legendary powerhouses of Orgrimmar slowly straightened up again, vaguely recovering some of their spirits.

Lu Xi didn't know if this thing was for health regeneration, buff, or both. However, the orcs, who worship the heavens and the earth and follow the tradition of ancestor worship, shamanic magic did not originally come from the bloodthirsty king, but the way of ambition passed down from the ancestors, and its power inheritance is inherently unsystematic. However, perhaps because of this, there are often some unexpected hidden ultimates.

However, what is the effect of this hidden ultimate's aura, Lu Xi is destined not to know.

The aura lingered on the bodies of the two legendary powerhouses, but before they could play any greater role, the bloodthirsty king suddenly opened his mouth and let out a deafening roar. The roar turned into a boiling air current, and the air condensed into a raging storm, but the storm formed a terrible force in the blood-colored sky like the collapse of mountains, sweeping over the sky, and even the rocks on the ground were blown up, like the end of the world.

Even with Lu Xi's ability at this time, he was almost unable to stand in the face of the huge wind formed by sound waves. He expanded his Void Domain to the maximum, quickly applied himself a dragon scale armor technique, and finally hurriedly opened a "Impact Neutralization" - this eight-ring arcane magic, the greatest effect is to neutralize the energy fluctuations of the shockwave nature. He did his best to stay in shape in the face of the devastating hurricane, casually tilting his head slightly to observe the situation around him.

The two legends of Longhas and Toronyann are in good shape, just a little worse than Lu Xi, although they are bleeding and hideous at the beginning, they should not hang up for a while. However, the next few unlucky ones are not so easy. Kaizo, the martial arts chief of the Burning Blade Clan, who directly suffered the roar, and Bulin, the chief warrior of the Earth Mother Temple, seemed to have thrown their whole people into the furnace, and their bodies, flesh and bones, all turned into ashes in an instant.

Master Witch Doctor Zumosha Bloodwrath wasn't as reckless as these two. He hurriedly set up the large shield in his hand, and the barrier of light expanded several times along the edge of the shield, thus forming a magical wall that blocked him and several comrades behind him. But just like that, he was still being blown back by the wild storm, and a painful expression appeared on his face.

The aura on the battle banner could no longer be maintained in the face of the storm formed by the roar, and it disappeared in an instant as if it had encountered snowflakes exposed to the sun. On the blood-red underside of the banner, there were even pitch-black scars very abruptly, as if they had been burned out by flames.

Asog's face turned pale in an instant—well, it's probably hard for a green-skinned orc to show such a technical expression, in short, we just need to know that this guy's face has faded a lot—looked at the blood-red banner in his hand, and sighed faintly: "Gather all the sacred relics of the ancestral heroic spirits, but it is still difficult to control the power of the gods?" ”

“…… It's not just the power of God. You are making progress and preparing, but Parkens, who has just severed a golden bloodline, is also evolving! Lu Xi looked at Asog, who was like a mourner, and subtly felt a little sympathy, so he sighed and said, "As far as I know, Parkens was not proficient in the way of battle crying in the past...... However, this kind of battle cry that caused several high-level golden powerhouses to die by relying on the roar, and made the mysteries of the holy relics that you had prepared for a long time ineffective, did you think of anything? ”

"Beamon!" Asog began to grit his teeth, showing such a blatant hatred in front of Lu Xi for the first time, he looked at the latter, and the earnestness in his eyes was no longer concealed: "We are enemies, but at this time, the position is the same!" If we all die here, do you really think he will keep his promise? ”

"You have to be calm, otherwise the character of calm, steady, atmospheric and intelligent will collapse! My brother Asog. Since the beginning, I've been playing soy sauce and watching dramas in addition to defending myself, what do you think I'm doing? Lu Xi looked at the other party, still with a relaxed smile on his face: "In this multiverse aetheric ocean, it is still quite difficult to locate the specific coordinates of a divine kingdom, even it takes time for me." Oops, in terms of operations in the space realm, I'm really not as good as the wind! ”

"If you knew that you were not as good as me, you wouldn't have rushed in alone in the first place!" The dimensional magic circle unfolded around Lu Xi, and a certain king of magical girls who were fully armed appeared in the kingdom of the bloodthirsty king. Well, as the main palace ahhh......h As the most capable of fighting among the friends, almost pushing this kind of boss, the wind will never miss it.

"Is this your backhand?" Asog looked at the wind, not knowing whether it was disappointment or surprise, but he couldn't hear any change in his tone anyway.

"No, she also came to play soy sauce and watch the show. I think it's really nice to be able to sit with the people you love the most and enjoy a wonderful drama like the fall of the gods. ”

"It's amazing that you can say such sweet words at such a time! Lu Xi, you rely on this hand to dare to show mercy everywhere as a matter of course, right? "I don't know if the main palace, bah, the most capable Miss Breeze among the friends is arrogant, anyway, judging from her expression, she is still that impeccable smile.

"However, I've got the positioning right, and we can really sit upright and enjoy this ancient wonder."

At this moment, in the distant sky, the tumbling clouds boiled and flowed. A blinding glow of flame spilled through the cracks in the clouds, coating the dim blood-colored sky with a brighter color.