Zhao Yi was nailed to the wall, like a nameless soldier rebelling against the whole world.

He knew why Ammon had betrayed him, and that Ammon was unwilling to share power with others, and that the creature who was even more reluctant to share power was a lower creature - knowing this well, he was even ready to find an unknown world to know his life after the world without pain came.

Crash straight into a star, or lie down in front of the muzzle of the Blade of Judgment, or ask Aemon to kill him.

But understanding does not mean acceptance, early death and late death are deaths, but voluntary death is completely different from forced death - I pay so much for you? You're going to kill me?

After all this, anger and hatred could no longer cause the mixture to fluctuate, and in the space of two years, his identity changed from human to alien and then mixed, and finally abandoned by Aemon. He has experienced everything that no one else can imagine, and he cannot be accepted by any other force after this.

The blood on his hands is not willing to be accepted by even the worst of the forces.

I don't know how long it took, a golden astral ship appeared high in the temple, and the light dispelled the rich black above Sakulas.

Soon, a red astral ship also arrived, followed by the giant Leviathan of the insects......

At this moment, the black mist condensed, and finally the power of the Void converged under the guidance of the Dark Templar, and blended into the form of Zeratul, who stood in front of Zhao Yi who was nailed to the wall, holding the patriarchal scepter of Nerazim in his hand.

Look at each other.

"Aemon lost?"

"Yes, Aemon's desire to destroy everything is over. Come on, our world would be a better place without Sarnagar. ”

Zeratu is still trying to pull Zhao Yi back on the right track, and pull this human being, who was once full of justice and glory in his heart, to the same front.

"The dead won't forgive me, that billion-dollar human being. Come on, cut off my head with your blade, or simply let the fleet high in orbit blast me to slag - I'm ready to die. ”

Zeratul smiled, "I didn't venture here to kill you, the last fleet of Aemon is high in orbit. They remained loyal to Aemon after his expulsion, but they were powerless to resist the coalition forces. They want you to lead them to victory in the end – hear me out, Zhao. ”

Zeratul's body slowly dissipated into a black mist, from the toes to the arms, to the body, and finally to the head: "Everyone has the right to redeem and be redeemed. And your salvation lies in the depths of Urna, where time, space and latitude meet. ”

Zeratul left, came quietly, left quietly.

Soon, Taresius staggered to Zhao Yi and knelt down. He was covered in trauma and in urgent need of medical treatment.

"My lord, Aemon was defeated, and the Keystone purified his avatar and banished him from the universe once and for all. And those miscellaneous are still planning to attack the Void......"

A place where time, space and latitude are blended...... Zhao Yi's dull eyes began to shine with their own light, and he reached out and grabbed the spike on his chest, and then pulled it out forcefully.

Zhao Yi, who had lost the restraint of the spikes, fell to the ground, struggled to get up, and struggled to break free of Taresios's arm, covering his chest with his hands while standing up, and healed his wounds with spiritual power.

"Come on, the show begins......"

(End of chapter)