"What do you ask me for?" Fatheon actually turned his body, strangely leaving his control, the dagger that looked like a crescent moon, emitted a rich shadow light, and was alone absorbing the body of the God envoy on the ground.

Maybe because he had held this evil weapon for a long time, there was a dark void pattern on Fatheon's face that could only absorb too much shadow. What was terrifying was that the void pattern on his face seemed to be really connected to the void, and the stars inside were spinning...

"What am I doing?" Fatheon looked at everyone's replies viciously, "Of course, it's something that Natalie didn't do! Soon, this envoy will surrender to the feet of his master!"

"Dimitia! You and I have both witnessed Natalie using the master! But how?" Fatheon casually held the evil dagger and interrupted the casting of the evil god. His eyes turned into a complete void blue-black black. He looked at everyone evilly, and his mouth cracked to his ears... The priest's robe behind his body was broken through with barbs, and his bone spurs grew one by one, and his entire arm and body were raised by nearly thirty centimeters out of thin air.

All the clothes on Fatheon's body were torn apart, and a creature like an upright fishman appeared in front of everyone. His gray-brown body quickly evolved into closed eyes, covering his naked bodies! When those eyes gained enough energy, they could brush it! When they opened and looked at everyone, everyone couldn't help but shivered.

But strangely, he did not have the kind of tentacles that were everywhere that Locke remembered.

"This is the power given to me by the Master! The power of omnipotence!" Fatheon was immersed in the joy of physical changes. He spread his arms to welcome the shadow's final evolution of himself. "When the final judgment of Twilight comes, everyone! will be under the will of God..."

"Dong!!"

The hammer with the golden holy light hit his head hard, making a dull sound. This former Bishop of Stormwind City, who kept talking nonstop, was finally no longer making noise.

The things on his body that kept opening their eyes and closing their eyes were paralyzed in an instant, losing their flexibility and becoming dead fish eyes...

Locke blows his arms that have turned into golden energy. He smiles at other people who look at him in surprise, "Sorry, I don't want to be a villain, so naturally I can only kill him before he has evolved completely."

Of course, Locke was also surprised in his heart. Is his strength soaring? Or is this guy just a bad guy?

"Oh! Oh my God! This is so violent!" The dwarf leaned over and looked at the former Holy Light Bishop whose head had been smashed to pieces. He tsk a few times, "I still want to get some skin tissue or something, go back and study it..."

Without Fatheon's control, the evil dagger floated quietly in the air, floating up and down...

"The crisis was lifted?" Everena said in surprise, looking at the monster on the ground, "That's all?"

"Maybe? It is undoubtedly the best to solve the crisis here safer." Old Tawad turned his head and looked at the huge stone man statue carved in the stone wall not far away. He was obviously Tyr. He stared at the pile of mixed earth and stone in the middle of the cave with a fierce look, and the huge silver hand in his hand was about to smash it.

"Come here, come here..." A low murmur broke through the barrier of the earplugs and suddenly appeared in Locke's ears. He jumped in shock and immediately raised the phoenix double blades in his hand!

This time the whisper was different from the others. It summoned itself so clearly, unlike the others who were just unconscious murmurs!

Lock moved his steps and looked to the place closest to his voice. He suddenly discovered! Demitia had already grasped the evil dagger in Fatheon's hand just now!

"No! Demitia! Almost it!"

Locke's screaming was too late, and Demitia had already steadily held the dagger floating in the air.

The whisper in Rock's ear disappeared...

Everyone looked at the great priest not far away in shock. The guards of Tyr instantly raised their swords and shields. The holy light began to soak their weapons, and the target pointed directly at Demitia.

Unlike everyone's concern, Demitia had nothing special. She just took the evil weapon away so lightly. She did not change like Fatheon, nor did she show her controlled look. And the dagger no longer revealed the filth of the shadow, and seemed to have become an ordinary dagger.

"Saratas, Saraatas Blade of the Dark Empire." Demitia smiled slightly, as others explained, "This is the name of this dagger..."

Everyone looked at her in surprise and was at a loss. They focused their eyes on Locke, waiting for Locke's conclusion.

Looking at Demitia, who was free and elegant, he calmly came to Fatheon's corpse on the ground and took out a magic bag from his waist's deformed belt. Locke looked at her and took out a purple copper-skinned calligraphy code with locks, and then turned around and looked at himself slightly.

"The secret of the void, Bishop Natalie's research on this weapon is all in this book."

"You... are nothing." Locke tried to ask, worried about Demitia's safety, so that the holy sword that had long been extinguished in his hand brightened again.

Demitia smiled and shook her head, looking down at the dark dagger in her hand. She looked up and opened her mouth to say something to Locke, but she wanted to say something. In the end, she could only smile and say...

"This is my destiny... my final destiny is here... I have already gained insight into my future..."

"I'm afraid I have to step down from the position of Bishop of the Holy Light Church in the Silodalon Region. I will take over what Bishop Natalie has not completed and continue to spread the Shadow Way in the Alliance."

"But you don't have to do this..." Before Locke finished speaking, she was stopped by Demitia. She shook her head firmly and refused, "This must be done!! Fatheon and the others are an example. I need to spread this dangerous knowledge to a few people with lofty ideals and beliefs in a place far away from the crowd. This is a necessary means to save the world of Azeroth!"

"And there is indeed a self-will in this dagger," the dagger in his hand began to emit evil shadow filth again, and Demitia grabbed it and held it tightly! "I think only I can suppress it until the moment when my life ends!"

At this moment, Locke seemed to have realized something. It turned out that Demitia suddenly asked to visit the country with her at the beginning. Maybe she had already encountered everything that happened here at that time! In order not to be stopped by others, especially herself, she remained silent! Until this moment, she stood up without hesitation!

And the Dark Empire blade in her hand was obviously a very dangerous weapon! Just like what Fatheon said, this dagger may really have a powerful evil will as powerful as the ancient god! It is this will that caused the former Shadow Bishop of the Holy Light Church to fall.

Yes, the whisper that invaded my mind and seduced me to the past was what it was made! What would happen if I held it yourself?! Get powerful power? Fatheon became stronger? At the same time, with the holy light power he mastered, he could not become like a fishman? If so, would he hold it? He would also master the power of shadow?

If I master this power, who else can stop my will in the alliance? Can I complete the great cause of unifying humanity again like Soladin?! Not only that! I may be able to completely drive the orc tribe from this planet! Throw them back to their hometown Draenor? I may be able to completely exterminate the Burning Legion that invaded this world?!

And the price of all this... just hold that dagger...

"Have!! What are you going to do?!!" Demitia shouted loudly, pulling Lock out of his obsession and ambition. He was frightened to find that the phoenix-edged sword tip in his hand had already pointed at Demitia in front of him!!

Cold sweat kept leaving Locke's forehead!! He stared at the dagger in horror and retreated eagerly for more than ten steps!

"Everyone! Stay away from that dagger!!" Locke wiped the cold sweat from his head with his left hand and shouted, " Stay away from the great sage of Demetiya!!!"

Locke's behavior had long attracted other attention, and this loud shout made people look at him uneasy.

"Duval! Come back! Stay away from the great sage of Demitia..." Old Tawad's shouts also rang out. The rest of the people turned their heads and saw that the silent young man among the Tir guards stared at the dagger in Demitia's hand, muttering constantly, approaching Demitia step by step.

"Crazy! That's an evil weapon! We should destroy it!" Gavard strode angrily behind Duval and punched him in the back of his head.

Unlike what he expected, the young Tyr guard did not fall down and faint. He turned around and looked at the old guard Gaffer behind him with a quiet and weird face.

"Wake up! Duval! Think about the mission you are carrying!" Gaverd held his shoulders tightly with both hands, shaking hard in an attempt to wake him up and get out of the control of unknown things!

"Think about Tyr! Duval! You are his guard! Think about your duties! You..."

"puff!!"

The sharp blade pierced the soft leather armor of Gafford's chest, and the blood stained the blade appeared behind Gafford's...

Gaverd's words came to an abrupt end. He looked at Duval, who was expressionless in shock, and then looked down at the short-blade one-handed sword on his chest in disbelief!

"Gavard!"

"Duval! You idiot! What did you do!!" The female guard Everena cried out!

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Chapter completed!