nashuaworldcup Chapter 481 The Shadow Falls
Chapter 481 The Shadow Falls
Does Lorraine have a sense of shame?
Since her rebirth, has Lorraine risked her life for power?
Are Lorraine and his teacher the same kind of people?
The native Lorraine was just an insignificant mortal who died easily. After being resurrected, he gained access to another world and many of its secrets and truths, which fueled his ambition and desires.
Want to stand at the top of the pyramid?
Three questions for the soul, two questions for the body, and a heartfelt inquiry...
Already a forgotten being, with a decaying body, a hunched back, bald hair, and a slightly beating heart... there was nothing to praise about his appearance, but the body of a resurrected undead did indeed possess a strange handsomeness and eccentricity.
The immaculate are those who have no worldly desires.
Because of her free spirit, clear consciousness, and new sensory abilities, Lorraine is no longer troubled or attracted by food; in fact, she has lost her sense of taste... but the pain has not disappeared, and the suffering serves as a reminder of the damage her body has sustained.
Magic and necromantic essence remind Lorraine to draw upon energy and resentment to maintain her survival instincts and combat skills...
Only in this way can one avoid dying a second time and being completely reduced to dust.
Come to think of it, the Scourge isn't really that appealing... I'm not a pervert who likes rotting flesh and blood, nor am I a vengeful or venting maniac, and I especially dislike being manipulated or deceived...
Freedom is not about doing whatever you want... normally it means not doing whatever you want... or being forced to harm yourself and your family.
Many mindless, low-level creatures are attracted by the idea of freedom. In reality, it is the evil and desire within their bodies that are clamoring wildly... wanting to break free from their constraints, like the Scourge?
The Scourge's servants are utterly horrific...
Even in death, they will not find peace...
Freed from the constraints of their physical bodies, their souls transformed into ghosts, drifting aimlessly everywhere, carried by the wind... these are the spirits and vengeful spirits. Lorraine's duty is to collect them and imprison them in the dungeon of the rune in his right eye, clearing away these lingering, wronged souls from the mortal realm for his adoptive father.
A soulless shell, wandering in place, influenced by the Lich King, used as a tool to attack living beings...
That was nothing short of evil, something no normal person could accept. It was an existence that defied the heavens and threatened lives... Naturally, Lorraine had no qualms about controlling and dealing with these members of the Heavenly Calamity.
The only problem is... when Lorraine, now a forgotten man, faces hostile living people or innocent people, he sometimes feels a surge of compassion, unable to bear it, and his conscience is troubled.
Compared to some seemingly respectable figures, Lorraine's weaknesses are clearly too obvious...
Both the master and apprentice were somewhat indecisive, thinking too much and doing too little, too naive and hesitant... lacking decisiveness.
But this is the true nature of humanity... imperfect humanity, a true reflection of the soul... those who outwardly remain human, but are inwardly corrupt, degenerate, driven by desire, and prone to taking advantage of others to seize and plunder, believing that by not acting humanly, they can indulge in unrestrained pleasure...
Disregard for others or life, mockery, and attacks on those who uphold order and cherish life from the perspective of a victor or someone who has been there all along...
To be honest, these people have long been true believers of the Scourge...
They have no personality whatsoever; they are merely savage, low-level creatures who, by sheer luck, stole the ability to speak and write. In reality, they are nothing more than corpses reeking of decay. These humanoid zombies, once Lorraine smells their stench emanating from within, cause him to feel an unnatural surge of adrenaline, a urge to devour them...
At times like these, Lorraine always wondered if the devil had taken her mind, turning her into a messenger of death, hunting down vile and corrupt souls and bodies...
Why do we feel this way?
......
In a daze, Lorraine felt herself falling. Looking at the lich's body that she had just been holding, she realized it had been cut in two. Fortunately, Lorraine was not tall enough, and the gap in the lich's body was right above her head. On Lorraine's bald head, there was no hair, and it still felt cool... as if some of her flesh had been removed.
what happened?
I only refused Romans' rescue offer earlier, and although I briefly considered defecting, it was merely a matter of weighing the pros and cons for the future...
There are emotional fluctuations...
As the lich's body severed, it wasn't just a scraped scalp on Lorraine's head. Lorraine heard a deafening crash as the death fortress of Enqira, the holy city, slammed into a corner of Redemption Island, sending ice and seawater surging...
The massive tomb sank to the bottom of the water, sustaining significant damage, and many artifacts spilled out...
Including imprisoned corpses, various plague-infested giant maggots, mutated creatures... experimental torture instruments, and large amounts of green venom... green water spread, and even the ice surface began to smoke...
While Lorraine was still in a daze, the undead fortress suffered heavy damage. He unknowingly drifted into a state of chaotic thought, and when he regained his senses, the Deathly Hoverhouse had already been shot down...
It's unclear whether the fall was due to insufficient energy or caused by some kind of attack...
Rice & Bilingual, though severed in two, was still directing the surrounding Cataclysm members: "Go help the Grand Steward! Bring it back! Teleport directly out of here! Open the backup portal! Blood sacrifice! Activate the teleportation obelisk!"
Lorraine didn't know what had happened. He just felt as if he had been out of his mind, lost in a jumble of thoughts. When he looked up, he roughly confirmed that the culprit was none other than the seemingly defeated faceless phantom...
A terrifying shockwave emanated from the blue void demon's body, instantly slicing through everything nearby taller than five meters... The shockwave covered the entire Isle of Atonement; most of it was blocked on the left bank, while 90% of the Scourge golems on the right bank were wiped out in one fell swoop, all severed as if by laser beams...
The great lich Kel'Thuzad was severed, and the larger his minions suffered the most.
A large number of small ghouls and acolytes immediately came to the rescue of the Grand Steward, carrying away parts of his body. The necromancer group behind him, seemingly protected by death knights, was unharmed. They began to construct a magic circle with blood, seemingly trying to forcefully open the portal that had lost its energy support using the fallen obelisk at the heart of the holy city.
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Those who get closer to the miniature Faceless One Born die the most horribly. Only the best Death Knights, with their quick reflexes, either use their weapons and shields to defend themselves or dodge.
Highlord Mograine, leader of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, successfully parried the attack with the corrupted Ashbringer, inadvertently protecting King Solas behind him...
Solas, unharmed, actually stepped over Mograine and rushed towards Faceless Bourne, before Mograine could stop him...
He didn't know why the other party was so fierce...
The answer, Lorraine might know... It turns out, the weapon that cut through and destroyed the floating fortress was actually Garin's body, which had merged with the Faceless One and was bound by iron chains. At this moment, it was hurled by the Faceless One like a meteor hammer, striking the floating fortress heavily and emitting strange energy ripples, its power immense and astonishing...
Everyone present avoided it...
Only the Death Knights Solas and Thorbain chose to confront the humanoid meteor hammer Garin head-on, seemingly wanting to chop the unfilial son in two with their giant axe. However, relying solely on their bodies tempered in the fiery lava, Solas's weapon struck Garin, sparks flying from the metal...
Garin is now nothing more than a puppet, a mere shell...