Every loud sound was like a giant hammer hitting Angmar's heart, making him feel restless. Gradually, he found that his own heartbeat—it should be said that it was Xal'atath's heartbeat—began to coincide with his.

, he could no longer hear any other sounds, and fell into some inexplicable strange feeling...

Just like when Xal'atath entered the body, he once again saw the spreading mountains of flesh and blood. Through the Heart of Y'Shaarj, he heard the dark whispers from the void, sinking deeply into it and unable to extricate himself.

In the sound of this heartbeat, Angmar found that his willpower was so fragile that he almost couldn't help but give in to the whispers in his ears. As long as he obeyed the indescribable void existence, the latter could grant him enough

Defeat the power of the Fallen...

No, not only that, this power will help me become the ruler of the flesh and blood empire, sit on an entire planet, and all living beings will worship me!

Angmar forced himself to cheer up and was able to get rid of the influence of the shadow a little. At the same time, he only felt horrified. Is this the remaining essence of the most powerful ancient god Y'Shaarj? Just one heart has such terrifying power.

With its corrupting ability, how terrifying is its true form?

And how powerful must be the willpower of Garrosh Hellscream in later generations who completely absorbed the Heart of Y'Shaarj and controlled it?

There was a sudden sharp pain in his body, and Angmar suddenly realized that a massive amount of shadow energy was spurting out from the heart of Y'Shaarj, sweeping across the entire underground palace like a tsunami.

All the mogu statues only lasted for a few seconds before turning into a pile of mud and collapsing to the ground, as if their bodies were cursed by flesh and blood accelerated countless times. Tentacles that danced crazily continued to sprout from these corpses.

In the distance, Norush was also kneeling on one knee, trying his best to support himself in the torrent of shadows.

He gritted his teeth and looked down at his hands.

The severe pain stems from the reversal process of orderly flesh and blood. His rock-like skin has begun to become soft and delicate. Raiden's heart and the power of Aman'Thul in his body are operating at full speed as if facing a powerful enemy without being activated.

When he got up, thunder and lightning crackled, and he built an airtight barrier on his own, blocking out all the shadow aura.

"What are you waiting for?"

Xal'atath said loudly, with uncontrollable joy in his tone, and how could he look like he was dying?

Angmar took a deep breath, tried his best to suppress the power of order that he had not fully controlled, relaxed his body and mind, removed all defenses, opened his arms and accepted the shadow...

baptism.

"That's it, that's it!"

Xal'atath screamed, and as soon as he finished speaking, a tentacle emerged from Angmar's chest, wrapped directly around the heart of Y'Shaarj, curled and retracted, and directly pulled it back, holding it tightly against it.

The order seal of my existence...

Suddenly, more tentacles sprouted out, pulling, grabbing, or piercing the ugly heart. They feasted like greedy gluttonous creatures, and actually made a "gurgling, gurgling" sound. The huge Y'Shaarj

The heart shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"That's it... I have always longed to taste the flesh and blood of Y'Shaarj... delicious, so delicious..."

Every second that passed, Angmar could feel a large amount of shadow energy entering his body along the seal on his chest. Xal'atath's seal was dissolving, and noticing the negative emotions growing crazily in his mind, Angmar took out the weapon in time.

The lantern is condensed with the blessings of the four supreme gods. Its soft light slightly delays the erosion of the spirit by the shadows.

balance.

The entry of shadow into the body will make the body on the verge of saturation move infinitely towards the critical point of collapse. The mortal body is absolutely unable to accommodate such a massive amount of power. The two must be manipulated to offset each other and maintain the two at a perfect balance point.

During this process, Angmar experienced unprecedented pain and almost fainted.

The shadow erodes the orderly flesh inch by inch, and the two are fighting in every cell in his body. Neither one will let the other be in the same "room" with him. The shadow corrodes the rock, transforming it into soft flesh, and then corrupts it.

It turned into an ugly shadow trunk, and Order tore it apart and replaced it with rock. This cycle continues, and no one will stop until the energy is exhausted.

All Angmar can do is grit his teeth and persevere.

"I have to say, you lost, you lost completely. The time you were exposed to the power of order was too short, and you were unable to use them to form an effective defense. These shadow energies will eventually invade your body. When the time comes, I will become

The new owner of this body..." Xal'atas said.

The energy of the lantern was almost exhausted. Angmar suppressed the negative emotions in his heart and responded calmly: "Inciting the negative emotions in my heart will not help your victory, Xal'atath.

I could have died with you before, it is not difficult to do. You have already experienced my determination."

Xal'atath seemed to have heard some joke, "Ha, determination? Do you think that his actions of throwing himself into Nalak'sha's engine, swallowing Raiden's heart, and absorbing the remaining power of Aman'Thul were due to 'determination'? No, mortal,

Your understanding of the spiritual realm is still too shallow. The so-called 'determination' is the best breeding ground for madness. It is one of the deepest and strongest thoughts. How can you be sure that it did not originate under my influence?

Woolen cloth……"

"Under my guidance, you walked into a dead end step by step. You thought you suppressed me, but you didn't know that I had already planted the root of trouble in your heart. Look, this is the grave I dug for you - a

A body that was corrupted by the shadows and dominated by me, but I could only watch it all happen. This seal is the tombstone engraved with your daydreams of salvation... After all, you are just a mortal, but I am the void.

The look of will, the embodiment of the shadow's essence... You thought you had everything under control, but you didn't realize it. You just did it for me..."

"If victory is really in sight, why do you have to tell me so much? Just save it." Angmar responded coldly.

Xal'atath's words stopped abruptly.

The other party stopped making noises, which was the most satisfying thing in the intense pain. Angmar closed his eyes, concentrated his attention, and began to deal with the situation in his body, driving the power of order to the parts corrupted by the shadow.

It is necessary to have a sufficient number to defeat the shadows, to protect the corroded parts from the effects of corruption, and to quickly retract it later to prevent the rock from replacing the body again... The difficulty is difficult for him who has just come into contact with the power of order.

One can imagine.

Time flies, and the process of corruption and reconstruction lasts for an unknown period of time. At first, Angmar could barely hold on, but in the end, he almost acted mechanically according to instinct.

Finally, the pain in the body gradually subsided, and the shadow energy retracted into the chest like a tide...
Chapter completed!