"This … this … this …" Ysera seemed to have lost the ability to express herself.
This scene was too shocking, so shocking that it couldn't be any more shocking.
She had been in charge of the Emerald Dream for twenty-five thousand years. She never knew that such a terrifying move could be used in a spiritual world like the Emerald Dream.
"It's like …" Ysera mumbled.
"The main cannon of the Fortress of the Universe, isn't it?" Duque gave Ysera a confident smile.
"Yes." Ysera couldn't help but nod.
Looking at the scene of the ashes, Duque felt like he was dragging a literary girl to an art gallery to admire some rare masterpiece.
If this was considered art, it should be a kind of performance art, or the art of battle.
Duque chuckled. "It doesn't matter if it's the Emerald Dream or the Nightmare. At the end of the day, it's a world of spiritual materialization. Imagination is the most powerful weapon. As long as the spiritual power in your body can keep up with the power of the weapon you imagine, then your dream will come true. "
"That's right."
"Here, as long as a mortal believes that he is dead, then he will definitely die in reality. This law applies to all existences in this spiritual world. Even the leader tier monsters in the Emerald Nightmare, if their minds believe that they will perish, then they will naturally perish. "Duke gently led Ysera forward, taking a leisurely stroll.
As he walked, he admired the six giant leader monsters of the Nightmare. In the seemingly dazzling but actually extremely gentle golden light … they were reduced to ashes!
The shock on Ysera's face had yet to fade.
Every existence with demigod level spiritual power had the possibility to fire a similar light cannon here. But Ysera knew that there was not a single one who could do what Duque did.
Just like the God of the Wilderness, they had this kind of potential. But their extremely primitive life experience meant that they would not be able to imagine themselves using such a killer move.
Without imagination, there was no higher possibility.
If it were the Raven Goddess Aiweena or the Turtle God Totora, they would probably be tortured to death by these six leader monsters in a few moves.
In terms of imagination, Duque was absolutely different from them.
His experience determined that he had more room to display his abilities in a space where his mind could be materialized.
Ysera let out a long sigh. "I was right about you."
Duque naturally put a hand on the back of Ysera's hand. "Yes, so you can trust me more!"
This time, it was Ysera who laughed. "Do I not trust you enough? When I was about to die, the first person I thought of was you. "
"I …" Duque was about to say something when he suddenly fell silent.
As a transmigrator, he originally had no feelings for the remaining one or two. They felt that he was no different from the other Bosses.
However, when the emotions of the people around him were mixed in, everything became different.
"Duque! Please save Malfurion! "Tyrande's words echoed in Duque's ears.
As the leader of the Night Elves, Tyrande had to control the situation. The Night Elves had a vast territory. Although they did not fight for every inch of it, they could not allow the Burning Legion to open teleportation gates in their territory.
Tyrande could not leave, so she could only entrust the task of saving her childhood friend to Duque.
To be honest, Duque did not feel uncomfortable about saving Malfurion. After all, this Great Druid with antlers on his head and his signature green grassland hat was definitely a good person. In this life, after knowing that Tyrande's heart belonged to someone else, Malfurion withdrew and continued to support Tyrande's work silently.
Duque felt that Cenarius was the one who was troubled.
In the past, when Cenarius was hacked to death by Grandpa Roar's axe, Duque would only laugh. But now, not only had Cenarius been corrupted by the Jade Nightmare, his foster mother was holding Duque's hand!
This kind of bastard was simply speechless.
"Ysera, let me tell you …" Just as Duque was about to tell her the results of the System's scan, the entire world suddenly shook.
A red dot appeared in the air. In the blink of an eye, an ominous crimson color once again filled the vision of the man and dragon.
Evil was spreading, and the rot was expanding endlessly.
In the center of all the crazy Nightmare aura, a four-legged centaur with the lower body of a horse appeared.
His body was tall and wild. On his lower body, on the horse's back, on his shoulders, and on his enormous antlers, there were many fiery red things that looked like crystal wristlets. As he walked, these fiery red crystals were like burning flames, trembling non-stop.
Even his hair had turned from green to a muddy red.
Ysera covered her mouth. She couldn't believe her eyes.
No, she had already expected this. Before seeing it with her own eyes, she had always held onto a tiny, tiny hope.
At this moment, all hope was gone.
"Cena … Julius …" Ysera's voice sounded like she was in a dream.
The corrosion of the Emerald Dream was too much for her.
She felt like she had fallen into an eternal nightmare, unable to wake up no matter what.
"Ysera, actually, I can …" Duque, who had forgotten about this, did not know how to comfort Ysera.
"No, no, Duque, you have already helped me too much." Ysera raised her beautiful face, two drops of tears already falling from the corners of her eyes. "Some things can only be done by oneself. No other existence can help."
"…" Duque could only respond in silence.
"Twenty-five thousand years! That's a really long time. As his adoptive mother, I watched him grow up. I watched him develop his own beliefs and become the spiritual leader of the Cenarion Circle … Maybe … this is war! "Ysera's face was full of sadness. Then, she gave Duque a smile that looked like she was laughing but was actually crying.
Under Duque's gaze, she began to activate the Ultimate Transformation Spell.
In just two seconds, she changed back to her original form, that beautiful green dragon.
Uh, wait, the description of a dragon did not seem to match the current Ysera's name.
The size was obviously wrong!
At this moment, the dragon Ysera was only less than twenty meters with her wings spread out. Her body was only about fifteen meters long.
To humans, she was still a giant.
To Cenarius, who had expanded like an inflatable balloon under the power of the Shapeshifters, Ysera's body was not enough, and even a little weak.
It had been proven countless times that dragons did not have an advantage in close combat among creatures of the same body size. Normally, Ysera could of course use all kinds of magic or special spiritual attacks to torture her opponent to the point where they could not live and could not die.
The problem was that Ysera's soul had just been heavily injured!
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