It has to be said that Moros is a qualified stalker.

Just as the Ethereal Spirits failed to detect that Lanros was a mage and was disturbed by Karazan's chaotic magic, Lanlos also failed to detect Moros's stealth, and he had no idea when this creature had come up from below.

But there is no doubt that everything that happened in the stargazing hall, he saw it.

Attack Gianna with a phantom backstab, interrupt her teleportation, trick Solarion's Hand into a perfect block and flash, seize the gap and inflict heavy damage on yourself, and then escape in an instant.

If it weren't for the crime himself, Lanlos would have been amazed by the case.

The spellcaster was still too passive, so when he went back, he simply asked Jolazi to practice his hands and feet.

Secretly healing himself with Adruin's mastery of the Light, the elven mage who was in amusement only glanced at the approaching construct with heavy steps, and looked away. Although the construct is a hard bone for a mage to gnaw on, Lanloth's speed and dodge ability are far beyond ordinary people, and this seemingly bulky man does not pose much of a threat.

What he cared about was the rapidly gathering void spirits behind the curator.

The two cuts in the back of the serrated dagger were a bit difficult to deal with, and the bleeding was large, and judging from the pain that almost broke his will, it was likely that the internal organs had been injured. If it weren't for the evil energy that strengthened the physique, I'm afraid I would have shrunk to the ground and couldn't move by now.

He needed to recover, but Adruin's Feather Radiance had to pay 50% of his maximum health in order to use the more powerful Light, which in his current state was tantamount to walking a tightrope.

And he understands the weaknesses of these ethereals, and he has better options.

"Protect yourself. ”

"You're going to ......"

Without waiting for Gianna to respond, Lanros stepped forward.

Rumble!

The burst of black flames roared and drowned him, and the spurting flames tore through the air, shattering everything to pieces. Wings outstretched, howling storm enveloping the scorched earth of chaos, mercilessly scorching everything around it.

Turning into a demon, Lanloth's pain nerves seemed to be blocked all at once, making his untenable violent senses and weakness seem to disappear in this instant.

This power, which was completely above the mortal body of the flesh, gave the demon a taste of sweetness, and he suddenly raised his head and laughed loudly into the void, his hoarse throat like a collection of thousands of evil spirits.

The next moment, the demon, who was no longer satisfied with the status quo, grabbed the dagger that was shaped like a monster's claw on his waist, pulled it out with force, and slashed it across the palm of his right hand.

Instead of devouring the blood that spilled, the evil energy was left to form a line in the air, one end connected to the palm and the other to the darkness.

The light in the library suddenly dimmed, and in an instant, endless void energy erupted from the rift and turbulence. The light and shadow are intertwined, the environment is reversed, and the distortion of this space reaches the craziest gao tide at this moment.

Boom ——!

The stairs and passages in the air were shattered inch by inch, and the platforms that floated quietly were shattered one after another. The pages of the book swirled, and the gravel and dust intertwined in the air, just the silent galaxy in the infinite universe, deep in darkness.

The notes of destruction, the music of darkness, the madness and despair from the deep void, play the melody of the library's end.

Overdrawn in madness, eternal silence in darkness.

Insane......

The already dark shadow fire suddenly became extremely deep at this moment, as if it had changed from flame to liquid, dripping, and then impregnating this space, soaking people's sights, and eventually soaking their souls.

A terrifying and frantic smile appeared on the face of the demon who had been completely obscured by the shadows.

I saw that with a flip of his wrist, the string of blood that had not yet been spilled instantly turned black as ink, wrapped in pure shadow energy, and poured into his body like a sea of rivers.

The Shadow Healing instantly repaired the wound on his lower back, and although the deceptive Shadow Energy was gradually diminishing, the wound slowly opened once again as if it were new. But the slowly accumulating pain not only did not cause any hindrance to his movements, but was like a shot in the arm, calling the demon too high!

The wings were raised suddenly, and the afterimage left by the extreme speed seemed to divide into countless tentacles in an instant, but before anyone could take a closer look, the pitch-black demon disappeared in place in an instant with the wail of the air.

The curator, who had been prepared for a long time, immediately raised his heavy arms and slammed them, and the arcane energy shone in the lines on his arms, and he was about to spew out powerful magical power.

But at some point, the floor beneath its feet was flooded with darkness.

Bang dang!

At the moment when the energy in his hand was gathered to the limit, the curator's huge body suddenly crooked, and countless arcane missiles erupted from his hand flew past Lan Luos's side.

The construct lowered its head, only to see countless creeping shadows crawling up its ankles. The distorted monster-like creature wrapped its tentacles around its left foot and dragged it to the ground. Realizing the crisis, the curator immediately lowered his arms.

The raining rain of arcane missiles left a trail of craters on the ground, and then mercilessly shredded the creeping shadows.

But just as it lowered its arm, several tentacles as thick as a millstone poked out from the Shadowlands, quickly wrapped around its arms, and retracted with force, as if to drag its massive body into the endless darkness.

In a hurry, the curator was invincible to this power, and actually bent down deeply. At the same time, as if to negotiate, the pitch-black demon hovered above him, its hoof-like right foot slammed into its round head with a deep contempt.

Rumble!

The chaotic energy of the shadows and evil energy erupted, and the Gundam-sized structure fell to the ground with the wail of mechanical metal, and the cracks and dents in the flat head made the heart stop beating.

With the help of this impact, Lanloth jumped up, and his wings, supported by the void energy, stretched out countless pitch-black tentacle-like corners, invisibly magnifying the pair of energy-transformed wings several times. On the ground, it also left a more oppressive shadow.

Compared with the terrified ethereal spirit below, he was like an eagle falcon falling from the sky, showing bloody claws towards the humble mouse on the ground.

"Darkness...... Advent ......"

The voice was like a nightmare echoing in the bottomless abyss, or like an indescribable darkness in the silent void.

His gaze suddenly turned black and white, his senses vanished, and the pupil on Sargeras's gauntlet became the only thing with color in the ethereal's eye, the pupil that was constantly fluttering, oozing blood and despair.

In a trance, a shadow large enough to cover the entire world tore through the library's twisted dome. It had no face or mouth, and its black and purple eyes swept through everything in the world without the slightest emotion, and then, it raised its hands that covered the sky and the sun, and pierced its sharp fingers deep into the earth.

Darkness spreads rapidly, like an ocean overturning, like night collapsing.

The thriving city, the bright lights, the wisdom and glory that the Ethereal Spirit is proud of, cannot stop the spread of this endless darkness.

The end is near, despair breeds, shadows cover the sky and the sun, and the void runs rampant.

Dimentius, Devourer of Worlds...... In the face of this overwhelming force, there are only a dozen or so void spirits, and they are powerless to return to the sky......

In mid-air, looking at the illusion that shook the heavens and the earth, the black demons seemed to be shocked by this, and they couldn't come back to their senses for a long time.

The original crazy will was deeply shocked by this scene. Lanlos couldn't help but ask himself, what kind of will is needed to have the courage to face such a thing, and what kind of strength is needed to be qualified to stop this catastrophe?

Seemingly, there is no ......

Airplanes!

When despair began to permeate even the demon, a beam of light fell from the dark sky. Lanlos was amazed to find that he had never felt such a warm, so bright, light at a moment.

The golden holy light is like the stars in the night sky, and the candle flame in the darkness tears through the night and shatters the void. No matter how far away, it always attracts people's attention, becomes their hope, and attracts everyone to stumble towards it.

Naru, Toure.

In a trance, Lan Luo seemed to feel a quiet and soothing gaze on him, and his frenzied will actually became surprisingly peaceful at this moment. Not only him, but the Naru crest on his arm and the Adruin on his waist all bloomed with a golden glow that was incompatible with this dark space.

Although it was incomparably weak, the darkness could never be approached.

Lanlos vaguely seemed to understand something, but in the blink of an eye, he didn't seem to understand anything. His thoughts were interrupted, and the growing pain in his lower back, the increasingly high-pitched cries of the ethereal spirits, and the restless churning shadows of the holy light dragged him into the abyss of madness once more.

It's noisy......

The pitch-black demon slowly turned his head, looking at the group of ethereal spirits below who were cheering excitedly or praying sincerely, and he couldn't help but feel doubts in his heart. Why are these people my enemies?

But the doubts were only for a moment, and the thirst and greed for soul power made the demon raise his hand and aim his palm at them.

Soul Harvest......

With more than a dozen torrents of souls gushing from the bodies of the ethereal spirits, and scrambling to gather into the hands of the demons, the extremely terrible wails instantly filled the entire space, like a drawing of purgatory on earth.