The great lord, whose whole body was wrapped in cold white mist, took a step back. He let go of Zella's crystal body in his hands, but the moment he let go, the two crystal bodies seemed to have withstood a huge force.

Like the impact of glass, it was annihilated into powder shining with holy light in the hands of the great lord, and then scattered like quicksand in the messy hall of the Zenidar battleship.

"I lost"

The bleak voice of the Mother of Holy Light resounded in the hall along with the rapid collapse of the entire crystal body. The broken Holy Light crystals continued to fall on the hall platform below. The body of the Mother of Holy Light directly withstood the impact from

The impact and concussion of the power of the dead and the essence of Holy Light, the terrifying power completely destroyed her crystal body, making it impossible for her to maintain her intact form.

In Zera's crystal body, the core and largest shield-shaped golden crystal still barely maintains a stable posture. It is the Heart of Holy Light, the last remnant of Zera's Naaru body.

"But the destiny I hold on to is not lost yet."

Zella said stubbornly:

"I really don't see myself in that future. Maybe before that perfect future arrives, I will have died in the war with the devil, but that is a worthy death. If my death can be exchanged for the final perfection of the stars,

fate, then I will die without regrets!"

"Really?"

The great lord leaned back tiredly, and the cold death frost condensed into an icy throne behind his body. He sat on the throne and looked at the Heart of Holy Light suspended in mid-air in front of him. He looked directly at that

At the core of the Holy Light, it seems that I saw a stubborn woman trying to hold on to her last dignity.

Unfortunately, her persistence is meaningless, just like the fate she seeks, it is meaningless.

"Will you really die without regrets? Zella, is the fate you insist on really perfect?"

Tyrion waved his finger. Among the wreckage of the Zenidal spaceship hall, the smashed bottle of blood wine he brought was pulled by the force of death and fell into the hands of the great lord. Tyrion's other

Raising one hand, the white ice quickly condensed in Tyrion's hand, turning into a wine glass made of ice.

The high lord poured the last bit of blood wine into it. He shook the liquid in the wine glass. He looked at Zella. After a moment, he said:

"You will die in the hands of Illidan. In what you think is the perfect destiny, you try to pour your power into Illidan to relieve the influence of evil energy on him and let him truly embark on the path of the savior you think.

Don't lie to me, I know that this was your original plan when you asked Chaldea to bring Illidan back to the Legion of Light, right? You hope to personally cultivate the savior of the stars."

Zela did not refute. Obviously, the High Lord was right. She really wanted to take Illidan away from Azeroth and pour all her power of Holy Light into Illidan at the Legion of Light's station.

"But you will fail, because Illidan, like me, is not a person who believes in fate."

Tyrion sipped the blood wine that had lost its taste due to the extreme changes in temperature, and he said softly:

"When you open your arms to Illidan, he will resist, and he will kill you. That is your destiny. Zera, everything you pursue will only add a sense of common hatred to Velen and the Legion of Light in the end.

Will, make Illidan agree to cooperate with them, that's all."

"Your death is worthless, just like the fate you insist on is worthless!"

"As for the perfect destiny that you stubbornly insist on, Sargeras is sealed in the eternal Pantheon, and the Burning Legion falls apart. Is that the perfect result? Tell me, Zera, in the perfect future you think, there is no more

Sargeras, who will resist the void army that will eventually sweep across the stars? Although it is cruel to say this, the existence of the Dark Titan is necessary!"

Tyrion's question received no answer from Zeira, and of course the high lord did not need that answer.

He poured the last bit of blood wine in his hand onto Zella's slowly dimming Heart of Holy Light. He stood up, and in the surge of blue death mist, a handful of light shone like a blood moon with a crimson luster.

The blade appeared in his hand. He looked down at the cracked Heart of Holy Light and whispered:

"The so-called perfect destiny and future have never existed. All your efforts are just in vain. I will not allow your so-called perfect future to appear. Fortunately, I have freed you from this sad fate.

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"At least, I will let you die like a warrior and a hero."

"Those who believe in destiny will eventually drown in it. Just like you, Zella, Elune will make good use of the legacy you left behind, your Legion of Light, which will be what you leave to the stars.

The best gift is now, let me say goodbye"

Tyrion waved his wrist, and the next moment, the sword blade shining with blood fell.
Chapter completed!