"Clang"

In the bridge hall of the Fel Hammer, the Lord of Targas waved the hunting sword decorated with skulls to block the bombardment of Irel's power hammer, but he himself was also defeated by the brutal force of death for several steps.

The interior of this demon flagship has been in chaos due to the attacks of the Death Titan Guards. Behind Iriel, the rock knights wearing black steel armor are waving their dragoons to slaughter the poor Ereda demons and crazily destroying the equipment inside the battleship.

This is not an equal battle!

The Erida magicians screamed and threw out terrifying and corrosive evil spells, but those spells hit the bodies of the Rock Knights, and except for corroding the black steel armor, they could not break the rock body blessed by the Naraksha engine. On the contrary, the dragon cavalry guns in the hands of the Rock Knights, with the blessing of their endless power, could easily split the demons blocking the road in front of them into a disgusting blood and bloody splinter with every wave.

This is simply unfair!

"You damn undead!"

The hunting sword in the hand of the Lord of Targas swung at Ireal frantically, but was easily blocked by the death shield supported by the Lord of Death. In front of the black battle helmet, Ereal's white hair was flying, and she fought forward without saying a word. The heavy power hammer in her hand, under the kinetic energy of the flames, every time it was smashed, Targas' offensive was completely defeated.

"You shouldn't be here! Villen's fate will end today, and no one can stop it! Go to die! Go to die!"

"Samaru!"

Iriel held the power hammer with both hands and resisted the wild swing of Targas. She whispered to the name of her most trustworthy friend. In the air behind Targas, a Draenei Banshee who was suspended there strangled Targas' neck with her cold hands from behind. The vicious Banshee Samarou gave a kiss to her good friend. The next moment, the Banshee opened her mouth and gushed out in all directions.

The Howling of the Necromancer attacking magic banshee who acts directly on the soul!

"ah!"

The Lord of Targas, who felt that his soul was about to be torn apart, staggered back. He did not throw away his weapons, which represented the extremely powerful combat instinct of the demon lord. However, the pain of the soul being stabbed still made him unable to fight against the bombardment of Ireal's power hammer. The next second, the war hammer that was spraying with flames hit the abdomen of the Lord of Targas, smashing the unlucky high-level demon out of blood.

Yiriel wanted to continue chasing, but the Titan Guards' destruction of the Fel Hammer finally lost power at this moment. It was like a seriously injured old man, making overwhelmed moans. The entire starship began to tilt and fall towards the north wind tundra wilderness below.

With the blessing of this gravity, the Hoof Girl Death Lord barely maintained his body balance in the rolling bridge hall. She shouted to the Death Titan Guards behind her:

"Fix the body and prepare for the impact!"

"This is the last item to test. Don't break your body in the impact, it will hurt!"

"Wow"

As soon as Yiriel finished speaking, between the rapidly falling Fel Hammer rolling porthole, a shining light appeared in the hoof girl's eyes. It was a golden holy light, which shone in the sky, like a door to a node that was quickly opened, and soon a door burning with golden flames was formed in the sky.

It's like a large war portal

In the last horizon of Eriel, who fell with the Fel Hammer, she saw a golden battleship rushing into the world from the golden door.

It was a gem starship larger than the largest warship of the Burning Legion, full of the Draenei style of creation, like a gem flying in the air. This warship seemed to be protected by some strange magic, and every inch of its ship was shining with light belonging to the essence of the holy light.

"What is that?"

"Crash"

The main battleship of the Saint Light Legion, the Zenidar spacecraft, crossed the world portal that Zera forced to open in the Void Light Temple. When the starship finally entered Azeroth, it almost "crushed" the space.

It is extremely difficult for a top holy light creature like Zela to open the portal across the vast road of stars in an instant. She used the mark on Chalde as a road mark to force the wormhole in space and used her original holy light as a framework to stabilize the wormhole. This is equivalent to Zela using herself as the void engine of the warship.

Her huge power dissipated in that instant, which made the Mother of the Holy Light who entered Azeroth very weak. She knew the dangers of this world, and she knew very well that she could not stay in this world for a long time.

"Turrayan! Fariya! Tramon!"

Zera used her weak voice to evoke several of her most trusted subordinates, and she said in a deep voice:

"Enter the ground battlefield as fast as possible, find Illidan and Chaldes, and take them away! This world is not a place of blessing from the Holy Light, we cannot stay here for a long time! Hurry!"

The first thing that came to his reaction was Turayan, the Archbishop of the Saint Light Legion. This Paladin, who was born in Azeroth, was the first to adapt to the gravity of Azeroth. He rushed to the starship control platform. Turayan's face was solemn. He could clearly see that in the sky around Zenidal, the Burning Legion's battleship seemed to be experiencing a strange civil strife. Several warships had stopped operating and fell towards the battlefield below.

In the clouds higher than Zenidal, there is a uniquely shaped black warship formation hidden, but that warship formation does not seem to be equipped with a weapon system, and they are not involved in the attack on the Burning Legion starship.

This is a good opportunity. In this case, Zenidal's main gun, the Holy Light Prisoner, can completely destroy the Burning Legion's fleet in a very short time as long as he opens fire.

Zenidal is not a clumsy starship imitation of Azeroth's Dark Blade Legion. It was born in the era of the most developed technology of Azeroth civilization. It has the ability to fight among stars. It is a real interstellar warship. Its main gun is a new product of gunpowder launching weapons that are separated from the traditional concept of Azeroth. It is a mature product of energy weapons that only exists in the imagination of some top engineering masters in this world.

The main gun with the gathered holy light as the energy source and attack mode is called the "Holy Light Judgmenter". If the generation difference between technology is not considered, this weapon can actually be regarded as the upgrade product of the former energy weapon of the Raven Man "Breath of Rukma". Of course, the technical content between the two is completely incomparable.

"Stop the starships! The signals from Turayan, Illidan and Chalde are below! They are trapped there by the demons!"

Captain Faria controlled the battlefield observer of the Zenidal battleship. She easily found the signal of Chalde. The light cast priest was hiding in the trench on the edge of the second defense line of the battlefield. The target character Illidan was in the depths of the demon position. There was nothing to stop this demon hunter who was fanatical to enjoy the pleasure of hunting the demon. Even under the continuous shelling of the dark blade, Illidan was still chasing her target.

Moreover, with the super-powerful perception of the demon hunter and the speed of the fast-moving shadow, the shelling of the dark blade is difficult to cause damage to them.

"The undead on the sea are preparing for the next round of artillery attacks."

"Hurry up! Eliminate the demons and then teleport the two of them up!"

Fariya turned the observer to the coast on the edge of Shathar city, while the silent Holy Light Saber Tramon was rapidly activateing Zenidal's main gun. Behind them, the Light Cast Knights were ready and could intervene in this ground war at any time, but if everything goes well, they don't need to land on the battlefield.

Zenidar spacecraft has the teleportation technology of a starship. As long as you lock the target, you can teleport them into the cabin. At that time, Zera will open the portal from Azeroth to the Temple of Void Light again, and they will leave this dangerous world in the blink of an eye.

On the lower deck of the Holy Light Battleship, the steel shell decorated with gems slowly opened under mechanical movement. A fine gem dotted with many travelings was taken out, and then it began to rotate rapidly. In the meantime, three probes used to bind energy were extended outside the energy emission port. Before the probe, a golden crystal suspended in the probe began to charge quickly.

Just like a small sun, the bright light bursting out from the sky made everyone on the battlefield below unable to help but raise their heads, but the moment they looked directly at the light source, they would be shining with bright halos of eyes. They had to raise their palms to block the golden light under the sky. With a few seconds of charging, the demons on the battlefield below seemed to feel the upcoming catastrophe. They roared and retreated out, but their number was too large, and it was impossible to complete the retreat in this short time.

"Target locking is completed! The ground battlefield 4500 meters below! Minimum power supply! Main gun fire!"

"boom"

In the low voice of the swordsman Tramon, a golden light column like the creation fell from the sky, like a golden waterfall hanging down from the mountain. The moment it touched the ground, the entire north wind tundra began to shake, and the demons shining by the golden light column, whether it was a powerful destruction demon, a weak ghost, or even a powerful abyss lord, were instantly roasted into ashes flying in the sky in the extremely hot light.

And while the light swayed slightly, in the black sea of ​​demons, a circular area that swept everything was shaped in just 3 seconds.

The golden light beam that seemed to be about to cut the world suddenly disappeared, as fast as it was when it appeared, but in front of the people on the ground, the army of demons that had originally surrounded the wilderness was completely annihilated by one-third of the main gun fire just now.

“Cleaning is done!”

Tramon left the main gun controller with both hands, Captain Faria operated quickly in front of the control table, quickly inputting the coordinates of Chalde and Illidan. Just press the button, and this raid by the Saint Light Legion will be declared over.

However

"You don't know how much effort and energy I have spent to invite you, the Mother of the Holy Light, who is the head but not the tail, to my world."

"But all came, do you want to leave so soon after messing up my battlefield?"

“It’s really rude”

A gloomy and calm voice suddenly sounded in Zera's mind, causing the light to shine around the Mother of the Holy Light to suddenly close. She recognized the voice, and she knew who Tyreon was. The Blade of Dawn.

Zera's "eyes" looked at the top of the Zenidar starship, crossing the steel wrapped in holy light, and above the sky, in the thin clouds of the air, the cracks in the Death Realm had opened, and the Great Lord was sitting on the edge of the Death Realm. He held a flaming cigar in his fingers, leaning leisurely against the edge of the black crack, looking down at the spaceship with the shining of the Holy Light.

At this moment, the two big guys who had started to confront each other a long time ago looked at each other, and even brought sparks in the air.

"What the hell do you want to do! Terion!"

Zera asked, the Great Lord did not answer this question. He took a deep breath of smoke. Between the smoke above the sky, he patted the two long swords placed beside him and said softly:

"Of course you can leave, my friend Zera."

"But guess how long it will take me to "stay" everyone on your ship? And your ultimate goal of coming here, Illidan. Guess, how many seconds can he hold on in front of me?"

"What do you want to do!!!"

The voice of the Mother of the Holy Light, who had always been gentle, became extremely cold at this moment, and Naru was also really angry.

“It’s very simple!”

The great lord threw the cigar in his hand into the sky in front of him. In the cold temperature, the scattered white smoke seemed to condense in the air. Between the collision of the smoke and the wind, Terion picked up two long swords. With the sound of the sharp blade being sheathed, he was already standing on the top of the Zenidal spacecraft when the flash of black shadows dissipated.

He whispered in the sound of the cold wind blowing his long gray hair:

"Your persistence in fate has interfered with my big plan, but it is not a pity. After all, we were not friends from the beginning."

"As for what I want to do? It's very simple. I only have an insignificant request to let our old opponent compete face to face! Let's use your golden spaceship as the battlefield."

"If you fail, everyone you protect will still live peacefully in this world."
Chapter completed!