Darkness swept through, completely ignoring Parkheed's truth of patriarchal murder.

A shrill and noisy stinging voice sounded in Parkheed's heart, and at that moment his face was twisted and a hint of pain emerged.

"No!" He whispered and reached out to grab it.

Invincible capture!

But this catch was lost.

Azathus grinned: "Your methods are useless to me, Parkheed. Don't you understand yet? I will restrain you!"

"I'll control you!"

"I'll control you!"

"I'll control you!"

A huge roar echoed in Parkheed's heart.

His face became more and more distorted, and there were scales on his face. It was a twisted force from Asatus, which was actually distorting his life form.

Parkheed snorted: "Amansur!"

He reached out again, but this time he attacked Amansur and directly grabbed the father of the gods.

"Release..." Parkheed's eyes turned red, and Amansur opened his mouth again.

Under the influence of the magnificent divine power, it actually invaded the darkness of Azathus.

Aional, the Swoo-Binding Life, rushed towards Parkheed, but Parkheed grabbed Aional and grabbed Athatus again, and pressed him on again.

He was originally here to kill the gods of the Pantheon, but at this moment, Azathus' threat was the gods of the Pantheon who became his life-saving straw.

At this moment, the twelve bronze taitas were thrown at Azathus in his hand like a plaything, and there was no power to fight back. Azathus was angry when he saw a holy golden light falling from the sky.

It was a majestic existence sitting high above the throne, with a true human form emitting magnificent and arrogant horror.

"Emperor!" Azathus screamed strangely.

Warhammer, Emperor!

The existence of this Lord of the Earth is simply the nemesis that crushes all dark powers. With his appearance, Azathus' arrogance suddenly diminished.

He knew it was not good, and he could not withstand the joining forces between the twelve Bronze Titans and the Emperor, but laughed and said, "You idiots. You are all gods! All gods are all fathers. Without me, Parkheed can kill you one by one!"

Hearing this, even the Emperor turned his head to look at Parkheed.

He spoke, "Young Bronze Titan, stop your killing. Without us, Azathus is your greatest nemesis!"

Parkheed smiled slightly: "Father's order is to kill all of you!"

"Shut up!" Amansur shouted: "You idiot! Azathus was created by King's Landing. Don't you understand yet? Why did he create Azathus? It is to use him to kill you one day in the future! He has never trusted you!"

Hearing this, Parkheed was slightly stunned and said angrily: "You are talking nonsense!"

"This is the fact!" Sargeras smiled and said, "All gods are fathers, and the truth of father-killing is supreme. Azathus is also God, but he is not in it. Don't you understand? You are the pawns used by King's Landing! But fate will not let him do what you wish, and guide you and Azathus to appear at this time at the same time, in order to rebalance all this."

"Shut up!" Parkheed angrily.

His voice was trembling and his eyes were red.

Azathus had whistled again, his voice like a thorn, penetrated Parkheed's body and mind.

"He is using you!"

"I never trusted you!"

"You're just a pawn!"

The magic sound entered his mind, Parkheed held his head and shouted.

He suddenly fell to the ground, his whole body began to turn red, his body grew roots, his face twisted and ferocious, and his two horns grew.

At this moment, he seemed to have transformed into a devil.

Azathus murmured: "Follow me and achieve the true chaotic void..."

The sound was filled with endless temptation, which made Parkheed tremble.

But at this moment, the emperor suddenly shook his head: "No! The Chaos Void should not exist!"

The hand sitting on the Golden Throne pressed slightly, and a clear light suddenly appeared in Parkheed's eyes.

"You're looking for death!" Parkheed screamed and suddenly grabbed the void.

This time he was caught.

A chaotic twisted like a ball of flesh appeared in his hands.

The flesh ball opened its thousand eyes and let out a shrill scream: "You can catch me, but you can't kill me!"

The screams were so miserable that Parkheed was once again confused.

Just when the Emperor was about to take action again, Amansur and others stopped him at the same time: "Emperor! Don't you understand? The end is approaching, and we will all become offerings of destined people. Whether a fantasy creature can create its own future depends on whether it can open up its own void dimension."

The emperor's eyes were like fire: "The meaning of my life is to suppress chaos. But you want to create a true chaotic void in this dimension in order to survive? I cannot accept it!"

Every fantasy creature has its own pursuit.

What the living people desire is to establish their own fantasy dimension, but along the way, they gradually realize how unrealistic this is.

But the Withering One brings them a solution: to use the fantasy characteristics to create a shadow dimension in the battle realm dimension.

That is the real chaotic void!

In other words, if they succeed, then the so-called fight against the Great Lord of Void will become the Great Lord of Void!

This is perhaps the irony.

Amansur and the others didn't want to do this, and they kept refusing.

But after realizing that all fantasy creatures ultimately humbled, this seemed to have become their only choice.

Some people choose to embrace it because of this; some people resist to the death!

Sargeras has said: "We are not living our own lives, but for the existence of the entire fantasy biological system!"

"Oh, yes. In your history, the reason you fell into darkness seems to be for some kind of righteousness... You think that life will be free of pain only if it dies." The emperor smiled.

"He said nothing wrong!"

In the dimensional rift, in the darkness, a bloody red sword stabbed at the emperor quietly.

Just as the Emperor's back reached the holy light, the Golden Throne released the holy light, preventing the sword from piercing.

A simple face appeared in the dark mist.

"Dark Sargeras!" The emperor despised: "You finally came over... Unfortunately, I am the Chaos Suppressor."

Under the sacred light, the dimensional cracks slowly contract.

As the crack contracted, the dark Sargeras was slowly squeezed back to the chaotic void.

Just then, Sargeras suddenly let out a low voice: "Fusion!"

The two Sargeras rushed towards each other at the same time.

The emperor was slightly stunned and was about to stop him, but Amansur and others took action at the same time.

In the Pantheon, the blurred colorful light shines in the sky, which is the energy stimulated by the battle between gods.

In the huge energy light tide that could destroy a plane, a vast figure surged out like a storm of sunlight shining for all ages.

"I'm complete!!!" With this excited roar, Sargeras stood tall and glared at the Emperor: "Anyone who stops us and others will die!"

The dark repatriator slashed head-on at the Emperor.

Sitting upright as the emperor stared at the great power that even heaven and earth could unfold, and said proudly: "I am the emperor, suppressing chaos for the rest of my life... until death!"

brush!

The sword light flew past, and endless rain of light appeared, falling like tears.
Chapter completed!