“I have a plan and need your help.”

"explain."

"How many of this plane do you think is worth our efforts to win?"

"Faith...and some servants with great potential."

"Is the potential not weak... Then, you are eager to swallow everything, and want to open the teleportation channel to the eighth-higher plane here in advance."

"It has nothing to do with you."

"Well, I'm very interested in the temple of the Titans. If you also have a share of the pie, I'm very welcome."

"...good."

This is a dialogue that has already happened before the deity left the main plane of the Azeroth continent.

And similar conversations happened when he found Chu Xiang...

The greater the power... the greater the ambition...

Greed is original sin. But the true God who says this is often more greedy than anyone else. They are often generous because the so-called interests have long been no longer qualified to take a look at them. And in their ruthless hearts, they have indeed forgotten the perception of greed. Perhaps, to use a more appropriate adjective, it should be the desire for powerful instinct.

When you are hungry, you have to eat. Intake of energy is instinct, not **. If you have appetite, you will not eat without desire?

True Gods do not have greed. True Gods do not have urgent desires...

The Thunder Cliff at night is quiet. The taurens are different from the dwarves. They love drinking, and they rarely gather to party on holidays on ordinary nights.

A group of more than twenty men in black suddenly climbed up the highland of the city from the steep cliffs - Thunder Cliff, as the name suggests, is a city built on a high cliff.

This kind of terrain where ordinary soldiers must take a cable car to go up and down, is undoubtedly the same as a smooth road for the elites.

A large group of night walkers of different sizes, tall, fat and thin, had a slight sense of strictness under someone's strong demand for uniform clothing.

Even though most people complain about this, in the eyes of the proposer, the complaints of dead people are meaningless.

The person who put forward this "absurd" opinion is of course Zhuge Qingtian, a reincarnationist who has been influenced by foreign cultures.

And he is also the actual leader of this "assassination" mission, and the leader!

"Hi! I said, buddy! Do that old woman still want to have a date? I think you have good benefits recently. Are you interested in bringing me some brothers?"

Of course, the only one who can say such nonsense in this tense atmosphere is the great dwarf Royke Wildhammer.

"Shut up! Don't make any noise after saying that! Do you want the guards to hear it?"

Facing a dying person, Zhuge Qingtian no longer needs to force himself to deal with it.

In fact, his voice of scolding the other party came even louder than the other party's ridiculous inquiries.

It's no wonder that Zhuge Qingtian is so angry. You should know that among these elite masters, Royk is the only one who claims to be clumsy. He was carrying this heavy dwarf on his back all the way up the cliff.

Helplessly, who made the other party decide that he was a "good brother"? What can Zhuge Qingtian, who is not willing to be chaotic in the face of emergencies? He bowed his head and became a dwarf cow.

Fortunately, Royk did not erupt as a dwarf at an inappropriate time. Perhaps because he knew that his words hurt someone's self-esteem, he cursed a few words, and Royk fell into silence.

The moonlight shone, and it happened to shine more than twenty sneaky shadows.

Tonight's Thunder Cliff seems particularly quiet...

Especially, silence.

Is that what you call an opportunity..."

The lost palace should be a tomb. In the dark and humid cave, there is a faint smell of sea breeze.

The current chief of the tribe, Thrall, looked helplessly at the dozens of top undead creatures appearing in front of him. These undead orc warlocks who suddenly descended actually had terrifying cultivation levels above the holy realm!

“Yes…”

Jian Xixin responded casually, frowned and felt the traces of the aftermath of the teleportation array energy.

If he knew that the Tomb of Sargeras would be so dangerous, he would not have brought Sar into it even if he was killed! However, the sea ships that were drifting with the flow could float onto the broken archipelago like a thunderbolt. Who can stop the encounter in the dark?

"Kill!"

After confirming that there will be no second batch of undead creatures teleported over, Jian Xixin pulled out the legendary magic sword that he had placed on his waist and renamed "Xixin" by him. With the sudden chill in the air, he walked towards more than a dozen immortal warlocks of the beast tribe with a sneer!

If it were just an ambush of this level, it would be difficult for two legendary peak masters to be defeated. It is no wonder that in the plot, Illidan can find the "magic weapon" - "Eye of Agras".

The hand rises, the sword falls.

With a flash of light, the sword had fallen behind a deceased warlock. The quick movement was enough to make ordinary legendary assassins ashamed.

The jagged long sword that refracted the dark blue poisonous light directly tore a magic shield that was automatically activated, and cut the immortal warlock's head in half like cutting tofu! Naturally, the soul flame in the skull of the undead was torn apart by the violent sword energy!

Within a small range, the Undead Clan of the Holy Realm System vs. the Legendary Sword Master, the Pseudo Assassin! Kill in one blow!

This is the suppression of the naked!

The sword light flashed and the figure flashed. When the third immortal orc died in Jian Xixin's hand, his soul was scattered, and the remaining twelve ghosts began to chant and cast spells together. I don't know whether Jian Xixin's speed was too fast or whether those orc warlocks became even slower after they became undead.

Accompanied by the hollow and dry sounds, violent magic waves began to flood around.

Jian Xixin cut off a rotten head with his back hand, and the overflowing sword light exploded the skulls of two unexpected warlocks one after another. It was not until the third person turned into a shadow in front of the sword light and body, completely immune to physical attacks. The howling sword energy was unwilling to hit a wall!

Terrible attack frequency and terrifying attack intensity!

However, a strange scene happened, and the fragile wall completely blocked the aftermath of the sword energy. The sword light that should have tear all the real objects was like to cob that hit the steel, shattered in front of the stone wall.

After accidentally glimpsing these, Jian Xixin couldn't help but trembled in the corners of her eyes, but she instantly suppressed her fear, raised her hand to shoot out an extremely hot sword aura, tearing another holy warlock that turned into a shadow to pieces!

Warriors never only know physical attacks!

He raised his hand and stamped his feet, and seven of the fifteen great enemies of the Holy Realm were gone. At this time, the remaining few immortal warlocks, even apart from "vagueness", did not have time to release half of the attack spell. Seeing that the enemy was about to collapse, Jian Huaxin, who won the victory in advance, was not happy. He pulled away and flashed and deliberately pressed his palm on the ground. The huge countershock power made him come to a deceased warlock at a faster speed. The sword shadow was dazzling and the pleasure of killing another enemy was shrouded in another worry!

His full strength palm that was enough to open up mountains and crack the ground was not able to leave half a mark on the ground. Oh my God, what the hell is this!

At this time, Thrall, who didn't know that Jian Hua was worried, finally sighed and joined the battle.

In fact, from the beginning, he had been watching the battle and did not want to intervene. Although the undead warlock was an enemy, the appearance of the orc made Thrall, as the chief of the tribe, hesitate a little. In the end, if it weren't for the sake of expressing his opinion, he wouldn't have participated in the battle, even if Jian Xixin alone dealt with these monsters.

Thrall's feelings for tribal warriors are definitely not something outsiders can understand.

A chain lightning appeared, and the blue-purple electric light obviously carried the pressure that natural thunder did not have. If a cultivator of the higher plane once again, he would be stunned in surprise. The chain lightning magic released by Thrall clearly contained the smell of the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation! Of course, the real Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation was from lilac and red to dark black, rather than this purple-blue combination.

In any case, even if it is far inferior to the thunder tribulation of cultivation, this special attack cannot be taken by ordinary holy powerhouses, let alone the undead who fears thunder and fire the most. Accompanied by a wave of wails, the warlocks who turned into shadows were directly electrocuted into ashes!

In front of the high-level legendary powerhouse, the Holy Realm has no right to speak at all!

"Let's go."

The battle ended quickly as scheduled. Jian Xixin looked at Thrall deeply, and the latter replied with an apology.

No matter what, it is quite shameful to abandon your companions at the last minute. Onlookers are actually not much better than abandoning them.

He walked carefully towards the deep cave, and two figures, one tall and one short, were gradually swallowed by the darkness. Faced with the temptation of the Eye of Sargeras, Jian Xixin finally chose to go deeper. And Sar naturally had no objection.

"Bright moon, my sacrifice, wake up."

In the space where lilac is about to become normalized, the huge and majestic divine body in the sky city, which is the hub of the four continents, lowered its eyes for the first time.

The body of the true god, large and small, is completely condensed by divine power, and is the most exhausted.

However, this most perfect body structure cannot be tolerated in the world. Not to mention the ordinary mortal plane, even Chu Xiang’s own personal space, the four continents that were faintly divided. If the divine body forcibly descends, the only result will be the shattering of the continent!

Of course, even the power of destruction in the plane cannot be easily withstand even the true God's body. This behavior, when placed on the gods, is completely harmful to others and not beneficial to oneself. This is also the real reason why God never manifests himself in the mortal world with his body! The pervading world cannot tolerate purity.

Under Chu Xiang's majestic gaze, there is a cold jade platform two or three meters square. Judging from the pattern, it seems to be the altar used by monks in the temple for sacrifice.

Of course, what is placed on the altar now is not a tribute fruit, incense burner cattle and sheep, but a living girl...

The girl opened her eyes and happened to meet Chu Xiang's majestic gaze.

With an extremely familiar face and another more familiar resonance, Mingyue felt a silent happiness and satisfaction surge in her heart. The chaotic memories that often appeared in her mind had disappeared at some point, as if they were stripped away...

"Chu Xiang..."

With his hand stretched out, Mingyue seemed to want to touch the other person's face. Of course, in the end, the distance between thousands of feet was either a short distance or even when he really came to the front, the ratio between the ant and the elephant's body was like a huge gap that completely separated the two...

The true god does not intend to use his huge body to show off his extraordinaryness, and his glory does not need to be particularly highlighted through vision. However, the huge body of the divine body is indeed easier to allow the divine power to operate at the highest efficiency, thereby better processing information and exerting its power.

The body can be big or small, but it does not mean that it is exactly the same size. And the spirit will not deliberately shrink the body for any unnecessary external reasons.

As the Bishop of God, after realizing these things, Mingyue closed her eyes, put down her hands, and two tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

At this time, a warm palm stroked her face and wiped away her tears.

Opening his eyes, Mingyue looked at the person who came in surprise, wasn't it the man he was looking forward to.

But behind the man, the taller one, always standing with a giant sculpture that would not close his eyes, took back his last gaze...

Under the support of the huge body, Chu Xiang's incarnation seems so small...

"Chu Xiang, why do I feel confused..."

The bright moon, which was transformed into a sacrifice, did not actually be as stupid as Illidan and Arthas, or lost himself like the apostle Locke.

She kept her will intact, and even wanted to get more greedy. This kind of unsatisfied thought should not appear on a god sacrifice. It seemed that she just lost some memories and obtained another tacit understanding that was even more inseparable...

He lowered his head and kissed Mingyue's forehead. Chu Xiang's face turned cold, but his tone was another kind of gentleness that was obviously deliberately imitated.

"As a pope, you should not be confused. As the bright moon, you have already obtained expectations. Never separate, share life and death. Isn't this what you, or what you want?"
To be continued...