Inside the temple, in the hall of the floating city's energy core, a familiar figure was standing behind the busy ghosts. In front of her, on the screen carved with a huge gem, the scene on the battlefield in the northernmost part of the continent was showing.

, after seeing the purple magic circle floating in the air flashing across the screen, this tall, slender, bumpy figure shook his hair.

With the hoof girl's long white hair flying, Yrel, who had returned from his injury, gave the order with a magnetic voice.

"Positioning completed!"

"Space jump begins... Target Whispering Shores."

"For...the glory of Dark Blade!"

"Wow!"

At this moment, the space around the huge dark temple was distorted, and the entire city was covered with a layer of purple light. The magic output power of the core energy Eye of Dalaran was increased to the limit, and the light entering it was

Twisted, the hair of the elite knights who were eternally stationed at the Dark Gate were blown up, and as they watched calmly, the 24 magic hubs of the behemoth in the sky ignited purple flames at the same time, like waves rippling in the night.

Miracle.

"Time and space mapping is normal! The magic hub output is normal! The fortress defense layer is normal! Space distortion is turning on! Countdown to 5 seconds!"

"5"

"4"

"3"

In the hollow countdown sound of Draenei's ghost technician, Yrel's eyes became more and more shining. At the moment when the countdown ended, the death lord's eyes flashed, and the purple light illuminated the entire cursed land.

At the same moment, the huge mountain-like fortress in the sky still disappeared.

The surrounding space seemed to have been dug through. After the Dark Temple disappeared, the space repaired itself and filled up internally, filling the air with a dark light, like an electric current.

Over the Whispering Harbor, the heroic gryphon knights raised their silver flying hammers. In their roars, the roaring war hammers brought out dazzling thunder in the air, hitting the magic circle where the purple light became brighter and brighter.

, in their eyes, they seemed to have seen the scene of the magic circle being completely destroyed.

However...

"Clang"

The whistling flying hammers hit the halo-wrapped outer wall of the Dark Temple in the next second, making a low impact sound. Then, just like their master, they were killed in the space storm caused by the ultimate conveyor belt across the world.

Easily torn into... pieces.

"Space distortion is turned off! City defense weapons are being activated..."

Amidst the screams of the barrier guard mages in the Whispering Port below, the purple halo surrounding the Dark Temple dissipated little by little. In the shadow of the hills in the sky three times larger than the Whispering Port below, all

Everyone feels... despair.

"In the name of His Majesty..."

Yirel looked at the purple shield held up by the city below indifferently, and she said softly:
Chapter completed!