A massive amount of shadow-attributed diabolic energy filled the center of the battlefield. Huge energy tornadoes with a diameter of more than 20 meters were everywhere. Blue and white colors interfered with all the elements. The Alliance powerhouses at the scene had their vision distorted by the air and heat, not to mention ensuring the transmission of the live broadcast.
Garrouch used the method of casting a wide net to fill the space within a radius of 300 meters with evil energy that was full of negative mental energy.
He was using this method to repel all other forces that did not conform to him.
In Duque's mind, countless terrifying scenes also appeared. Unfortunately, Duque was the only special existence in the entire Azeroth. Mental attacks and whatnot, if they could not break through the multiple layers of mental defenses set up by Duque, it would be worse than watching a horror movie.
Small pop-up windows appeared in Duque's vision. Unless Duque really wanted to die and put his consciousness in to watch, any emotions such as despair, pain, envy, hatred, and other emotions would not contaminate Duque's thoughts at all.
At this time, Duque was like a so-called "cloud player." He did not play the game himself, but watched the video of other streamers clearing the game.
The terrifying and desperate spiritual energy emitted from Garrouch had already forced many of the Alliance's big shots to retreat. Other than the most strong-willed Paladin who could still stand within 200 meters, the other leaders had no choice but to retreat to a safe place.
It seemed that Duque was at a great disadvantage!
Only those who really knew the ropes knew that Garrouch was not qualified to be compared to Duque at all.
Did they really think that Duque had nothing to gain after traversing thousands of timelines?
Stop joking!
He had retracted all the branches of the timelines and destroyed all the terrible branches of history, as if wiping away the fog of fate that shrouded the future.
Through the authority that the will of the planet Azeroth had given him, Duque finally saw the only answer. It was like the only flame of hope in the darkest night, or like a distant star shrouded in dark clouds, shining with the only light of Order in a hazy and chaotic world.
Yes.
That was the path to becoming a true god.
The path to godhood that even Elune could not tell him, and that only the will of the planet was qualified to reveal to him.
The true authority of the four Elemental Realms, the end of the path of magic, and the authority to control the world.
Why was it that after the Titans of the Pantheon left this planet, the guardians of the earth still had eternal life? As long as their will did not collapse, they could live forever?
They had clearly left, so why were the Titans able to give their servants an almost inexhaustible amount of power?
Where did the Time, Life, Magic, Earth, Dream, and other Extraordinary Divine Spells of the five Dragon Aspects come from?
There was only one answer to all the questions — because the right to use the laws of this planet was already in their hands.
The one who made the Laws was the true God.
Below True Gods, all existences with the second highest authority over a certain Law were known as Demigods in that domain.
In ancient times 25,000 years ago, during the great war between the Titans and the Ancient Gods, the Will of Planet Azeroth was awakened. The path to the God's Kingdom for mortals was sealed forever.
On the ground, only the races that were recognized by both the planet's will and the Titans were allowed to retain the right to use the supreme authority.
For example, the Guardians of Audur and the Pentashade Guardian Dragons. Especially the Pentashade Guardian Dragons, they were forcibly evolved from the primordial dragons of Azeroth using divine power. This was more like an agreement between the Star Souls and the Titans.
Only they had the opportunity to open that door and become the saints of the mortal world, which was the Demigod.
Until the Great War at the Dark Portal, which triggered a change in the world order, a large number of mortal heroes came into being and started this vigorous era.
The Will of Planet Azeroth had no choice but to open a gap in this door again.
The relationship between the planet and the intelligent races living on it was a bit like the relationship between humans and parasites such as mites on the human body.
This was symbiosis.
Without special means, of course, humans could not notice the movements of mites. However, the rotten skin and even internal organs of the human body brought about equally dangerous consequences.
Modern people would see a doctor, take medicine, apply ointment, or even perform surgery to expel the disease.
And the so-called saints of the mortal world, the Demigod, were the executors of these means.
Now, the enemy was getting stronger and stronger. As long as the Will of Planet Azeroth still had the desire to live and did not want to be destroyed, it would have to make greater concessions.
This time, the concession it made was the authority of power.
Duque did not know how to smoothly grasp this authority. Perhaps there was no other existence in the world who knew how the God of the Weave operated.
Duke pulled out the [Song of Light and Shadow] and carefully sensed the laws of nature flowing in his body that was becoming more and more condensed.
No matter how strong the divine body was, no matter how much the elements were compressed, it could not absorb the entire world's elements into the body.
This was a power that was completely different from the elemental power he had. No, more accurately, it was the way in which this power was formulated and used.
It had already become one with the world, intertwining with each other. It was as if he could feel the mysterious arcane energy, the calm and cold water elements, and the violent and lively fire elements in this world with every movement.
A second passed in the outside world, but after Duque released his spirit sense and perception, it felt like millions of minutes and seconds had passed.
As long as Duque willed it, the molecular structure of every fire element, water element, and arcane energy could be magnified thousands of times in his eyes, like a giant picture.
And with just a thought, he could completely change its structure. Even if it looked the same on the surface, it would become a completely different existence on the inside.
This was the law.
Although it was still very preliminary and imperfect, like a toddler learning to walk, this method of groping for stones to cross the river far surpassed the billions of living beings in the mortal world.
Seeing that Brainless Howl had finally transformed into an ugly monster that all intelligent beings in the world with a normal brain would naturally hate, Duque knew that the name Garrus Hellscream, this existence, had completed his historical mission.
The long period of indulging him and waiting for him to court death had finally come to a point where he could no longer tolerate it.
"Let's end this!" Duque calmly raised the Sword of Holy Light in his hand.
Dark spiritual energy of despair.
Brilliant golden holy light.
After shaping this scene into a battle between good and evil, everything fell into place.
The warmth of holy light, the mysteriousness of arcane spells, the coldness of frost, and the blazing of flames — four completely different powers erupted from Duque's body at the same time without conflicting.
This powerful touch that was a little confusing to the senses was so powerful that no expert of the Alliance could withstand it, and they had to retreat even further.
At this moment, a ray of golden light suddenly pierced Garrus's chest from the front to the back.
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