The golden light of dawn shone into the highest level of the temple, illuminating the surroundings with a golden hue. However, the golden light could not penetrate the dark and special remains in the middle of the temple.
The remaining dark aura was like a remnant bonfire, half-extinguished, still struggling in an attempt to pollute the light in this sacred place with the weak power of darkness.
The remains that had lost their life for a full week were not floating quietly in mid-air. They seemed to be struggling. There was still a faint, constantly churning layer of black aura around the remains.
At this time, on every pillar on the highest level of the temple, an illusory golden eye suddenly opened out of thin air.
Du Ke could clearly feel the countless gazes from the few golden eyes that were focused on him.
This was the dragon race's Mage Eye.
Not every dragon or dragonman was qualified to watch the ceremony at the highest level of the temple. In this way, they quietly watched the end of Neltharion.
Under the watchful eyes of all the dragon descendants, a sphere shining with a strange light appeared outside Nesario's remains that were suspended in mid-air at the highest level. Like a horizontal line on the horizon, it divided the entire sphere into two: the upper half was gold that refracted the light of dawn, and the lower half was black like the distant starry sky.
Whether it was the warm and genial golden light above or the deathly still black below, they both gave people the feeling that these two kinds of light represented the world.
Duque suddenly realized that the line was the boundary between life and death.
A few cracks soon appeared on the sphere, and from time to time, small fragments peeled off the sphere with a slight tremor and dissipated into the air.
The vibration of Nesario's remains suddenly became more intense, and a dragon's roar filled with endless hatred and resentment suddenly shook the entire temple.
The voice of Nesario's soul actually sounded in the entire temple, "Roar — no one can judge me — I am the supreme king of the dragon race! I am the purifier of the world! I am the only ruler of the new world! "
The dragon's remains floating in mid-air changed with the burst of sound waves. The separated dragon head and the ragged broken neck kept colliding, as if trying to recombine.
The huge black dragon head seemed to want to return to its original position, but no matter how hard it tried, it could not do so. Either the broken spine stabbed into the dragon's chin, or the dragon head rested on the shoulder next to its neck.
Nesario seemed to be in great pain. He screamed, and his body rolled. His dragon wings opened their hooked claws, as if he wanted to grab his head and make his body whole again.
He was so furious that he kept cursing.
He cursed the names of every Dragon King, cursed Duque who plotted against him, cursed the Dragon Slumber Shrine, and even cursed all living beings in the world.
For a moment, Duque almost suspected that Nesario was really coming back to life.
When he glanced at the calm expressions of the three Dragon Kings, Duque also entered into spectator mode.
Sure enough, Alexstrasza could no longer bear to watch the ugliness of Nesario's remnant soul. Bathed in the morning light, she seemed to have transformed into the sun. It was clearly a cold snort, but it made people feel that there was a gorgeous and blazing feeling in the voice.
"Enough! You're an evil degenerate who betrayed the entire dragon race and went against our eternal mission. It seems that if we leave you alone, even if you become a filthy ghost dragon or a corpse dragon, you will continue to harm this world. "
In the face of Alexstrasza's roar, Nesario's remnant soul still ignored her. "So what if I am? I'm not convinced! Even if I fall into the deepest depths of hell, I will still take revenge on you hypocrites in my own way — yes! That's right! I'm supposed to be the victor here! As long as I get your egg, I can create more new species of dragons. I can use my evil art to purify this world that has been occupied by the inferior races. "
The Red Dragon Queen was momentarily speechless.
Nesario was indeed dead, but his soul had not completely dissipated.
One of the important reasons why this dragon ceremony was held was to vent her anger and correct the views of the dragons and their descendants.
Now that Nesario was so stubborn even though he was dead and only half of his soul was left, she could certainly destroy this traitorous Black Dragon King just like that. But in that case, the effect of preaching would be greatly reduced!
Malygos suddenly said, "Hold the ceremony. I've scolded him for seven days and seven nights, but he has no regrets. "
Nozdormu said, "I have no objections."
But Alexstrasza wasn't willing!
The traitor that she had fought against for ten thousand years was finally brought to justice, but this guy still looked like a spiritual warrior even in death.
How could she vent her anger like this?
How could the millions of dragon descendants vent their anger?
Was this the result of fighting against the Black Dragon Army for ten thousand years?
No!
Absolutely not!
At this time, the Red Dragon Queen suddenly thought of Duque. Yes, that kid has the most ideas.
Duque was speechless when the Red Dragon Queen suddenly sent him a telepathic message.
"Yo, Duque, if you can help make that mad dragon confess or make a fool of himself, I'll owe you another big favor!"
"It's a deal."
Seeing that Duque agreed so readily, Alexstrasza really regretted it a little. Did she promise too easily? However, there were so many dragon descendants watching. If she destroyed Nesario's soul just like that, there might be more betrayals in the future.
The queen gritted her teeth and accepted it.
Duque said slowly, "Oh, Nesario, I can't help but pity you."
Nesario's remnant soul laughed out loud. "Pity me? Haha! I'm the supreme one! Why should I let you pity me! "
Duque shook his head and said, "Because you don't have anything. Even the idea of purifying the world and becoming the only master of Azeroth was brainwashed by the ancient god N 'Zoth. You're just a pitiful wretch who doesn't even have self-will. "
Nesario cursed, "Bullsh * t!"
"You still don't want to admit it? That's the effect of the whispers of the ancient gods."
Nesario insisted, "There's absolutely no such thing!"
"Well, as long as you're willing to do a small experiment in front of everyone, as long as you successfully pass this experiment, I'll let you go!" Duque said.
The other two Dragon Kings were indignant.
If they really let Nesario run out and turn into a zombie dragon, he would definitely be a super disaster!
For a moment, they wanted to object. However, the approval of the two female Dragon Kings suddenly came from the sky. "Leave it to Duque."
"Okay!" Nesario agreed.
"The experiment is very simple. As long as you repeat the sentence 'I don't have a brain' a thousand times, then I'll ask you a question. If you can answer it correctly, you'll pass."
So …
"I don't have a brain! I don't have a brain! I don't have a brain … "The entire temple echoed with Nesario's brainwashing voice.
The moment he repeated it a thousand times, Duque suddenly shouted, "Nesario, do you have a brain?!"
Nesario replied without hesitation, "I don't have a brain!"
"Pfft —" Thousands of giant dragons spat out dragon breath.
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