. "Where did these warriors ・・・・・・ come from?" Gillica couldn't help but exclaim as she looked at the earth-shattering battle in the distance.

She had led the coalition forces back ten kilometers away, and together with the dwarven Marshal Bruvor, and the Duke of Stormwind, Leoric, she witnessed the God-Butcher's battle that would determine the survival of Azeroth.

Loud noises, bright lights, weird roars, the crash of steel.

The earth is constantly in turmoil, and the tentacles of the old gods have pierced the earth's crust, constantly absorbing the original power of Azeroth, drawing the blood of this planet from the deepest magma, turning into an eye-prismatic beam that fills the entire sky, so dense that even a flying insect cannot surpass.

Gilica couldn't imagine anyone who could survive such an attack, and even the mighty dragon was half broken in an instant, and Gilica saw a dragon burned to ashes in front of her, leaving not a single scale behind.

However, Gilica also knows that the battle is still going on, and those strong men who suddenly appear are still at war with the ancient gods.

"Nozdom ・・・・・・ timeline, lost ......" Bronze Dragon Chromi looked at the confused magic hourglass in his hand with a blank expression, with Angela as the center, the timeline seemed to be swallowed by some kind of monster, and it was difficult to see the future even a second later.

Inexplicable fear fills the body and mind.

Chromie was born to live in the "known" and never set foot in the "unknown".

Everything is a mission, and one's own will is also inevitable in the timeline, so there is no need to even think.

"Anaklos! We're going back and reporting everything here to Nozdom! Chromie shouted nervously.

Anaclus, covered in wounds, sat cross-legged on the ground, with Osirian's completely shattered body lying beside him.

"Ha, it's really funny that look on your face." He touched his chin and looked at Chromie's panicked appearance with interest, "Look, this is the unknown, you don't know what the future looks like now." ”

"It's not funny, Anaclos, we must set off immediately, only the power of Nozdom can reconstruct the timeline." Chromie said with a frown.

"No, I now understand why my father indulged me so much." Anaklos was still not in a hurry, and said lightly, "In the past thousand years, I have made unforgivable mistakes for the keepers of time, but my father has repeatedly indulged me・・・・・・"

Chromie said with a cold face, "Yes, you have unloaded your responsibilities, and you should have held on to death." ”

"No, I never gave up on my responsibilities, I was just doubting, doubting."

The bronze dragon prince lowered his head in thought and stared at his hands.

"What can I do? You know, it's not time that dooms everything, it's what I'm able to do. Anaclos clenched his fists, "Do you understand, Chromie's revenge was successful, I killed Osirian, but in the timeline I saw, I would die here, killed by Osirian effortlessly." ”

Chromie was stunned, because for Chromie, the timeline was absolute, like words carved into stone, unchangeable.

"Watch it obediently, my sister Chromie." Anaklos stared at the battlefield in the distance and said with a slight excitement, "Let's witness the miracles brought by these 'outsiders' together, all the future you see is meaningless, and every attack they make now is writing the 'future,'." In this world, there is never a 'result, but an endless and continuous' process! ”

The reincarnators, who had high hopes from the Bronze Dragon Legion, were in an embarrassing situation at the moment.

Cthun can be resurrected indefinitely, while the reincarnators are afraid to use their true skills for fear of being attacked by their "companions" - it's as simple as that.

"How long will the pretentious attack last?"

A grim voice drilled into the ears of every reincarnation.

"You hide those so-called tricks, for fear of being spied on, but you don't know that everything is meaningless in the eyes of the real strong."

An arrogant figure stood in the void, contemptuous of the "heroes" beneath his feet, his sword in his right hand and his sword in his left.

"Get out of the way, stay away, you can save your life."

A sword, a sword, held high over the top.

The people who were going to sarcastically mock him all shut up.

Because all the reincarnators within three kilometers of the surrounding area were like falling into an ice cellar, the surrounding atmosphere seemed to be frozen, and the astonishing coercion made people break out in a cold sweat.

Those wise reincarnators immediately began to retreat, and the weaker they retreated, the farther they retreated, and no one dared to stand still...... Except for two people.

"Little girl, you'd better stay away." The reincarnation with the sword in hand kindly reminded.

"The demeanor of the magic is worth the risk." Cindernisia said expressionlessly.

"Come on, uncle~" w eagerly played with a dagger.

"Good!"

The reincarnation smiled happily and seemed to be quite satisfied with the two spectators.

"Then look at it, the first form of the sword divine skill!"

His expression became more arrogant and calmer.

At the age of twenty-three, he is famous all over the world, with a sword and a sword, he has never met an opponent, and he is arrogant in the world.

This is the first form of divine skill.

Disturb the storm one after another!

The real ・・・・・・ original sword magic skill, even in terms of power, is ...... The ruler named "Little Evil" and the master of the "Martial Spirit".

The sky is falling.

The world is in tatters.

The power of the sword stirs each other, derives from the force, grows infinitely, and blooms with a brilliance like the sun.

It was a chain reaction like a nuclear bomb explosion, and the internal qi of the different species stirred each other, forming a big explosion far beyond the limit of his own output, if the power of his full force was 10, then the power of this magic skill was!

100 times increase the power of your own shots, that is the ultimate of "power", and it is one of the magic skills!

"Boom Boom" ......

Dull, shivering.

It is inconceivable that a human being could swing a sword with the power of a nuclear bomb.

Yes, this is a nuclear bomb.

The mushroom cloud rose to the sky, purely using internal qi to attract the aura of heaven and earth to hedge, and the sword and different kinds of strength urged each other to ascend until they surpassed the realm of heaven and man.

Xuantian Evil Emperor's move of "disturbing and breaking the wind and clouds one after another" is to use limited "power" to pursue infinite "destruction", just like the wings of a butterfly that sets off a storm, mysterious - extreme.

The reincarnation named "Little Evil" perfectly reproduces the essence of this move.

Cthun's huge eyeballs, along with the two-hundred-meter-deep layer of sand at the bottom, all turned to ashes, as if they had been bitten by a cosmic monster, and the whole thing was gone.

Countless broken tentacles emerge from the depths of the bottom, spitting magma, but no body can be found that needs energy. To be continued.