Well, we must know that in the era of the Mythical Era, there were indeed unlucky gods who fell together because the gods died in a bad life, but such guys were basically unlucky guys with low or even weak divine power. However, the bloodthirsty king Pakens is different. In the era of the Mythical Era, when he was still serving as a god for Ragbar, he was highly valued by the God of enslavement and tyranny because he dared to fight, kill, and chop, and of course, it is different to be valued as a coolie cannon fodder or be favored as his own people. This is probably the reason why Pakens is dissatisfied.

Then, before the end of the Mythology Era, he had already taken charge of the army of God slaves of Ragbar. As the gold medal thug under one of the three great demon kings, the Double Flower Red Stick, officially promoted from a weak divine power from a god to a lower divine power. Then, Ragbar's divine kingdom was destroyed by the Titan giants and fell. Pakens then intercepted some of the divine power of the lord, and then mastered the protection and faith of many races. After the end of the war between gods and demons, when he advanced to medium divine power, he was already considered a "overlord" in one side and had the qualification to establish his own belief, divine power and divine magic system. It is even possible to create heroic spirits and divine envoys belonging to his own domain.

And today, the orcs who dominate Orgrimmar can be considered a very powerful racial force. As its patron saint, Pakens is actually only one step away from the higher divine power.

Of course, such an existence cannot be suddenly killed just because the God-Subdued One dies.

Bagasa's way of sacrificing himself was of course a heavy blow to Pakens. The power of the Pale Fire Hell of the Demon Sword not only burned Miss Shaman's own body and soul, but also completely destroyed the soul and memory fragments attached to her by the Bloodthirsty King. In that moment, the ancient demon not only felt the rise of the Death Star for a long time, but also the annihilation of part of the soul of his clone, which also made him cold. For a moment, his senses, thinking and even movements were slowed down, as if he had been frozen from the soul to the body.

His huge body gave the bloodthirsty king the destructive power to crush all enemies in the wilderness, but at this time he suddenly felt that his huge body seemed to be filled with lead in every inch of blood vessels and even bone marrow. Even if he had to move it a little, he would have to use the power of a tiger. What's even more terrifying is that he was obviously in his own kingdom of God. In theory, every grass, every tree, flower, leaf, and even a little fluctuation of the airflow in the kingdom of God should not be hidden from his perceptions. But now, he was clearly stepping on the ground of the kingdom of God, but he still felt empty under his feet.

Pakens understood that this was a feedback warning that the soul was severely damaged. Not only was the control and senses of the body greatly weakened, but the direct link between the spirit and the kingdom of God was also greatly affected. For a moment, he could only hit all his mental power on the trauma of restoring the soul... He knew very well that his soul had indeed suffered a great blow. The more often it was regarded as an indestructible existence, the more difficult it was to recover once it was traumatized. The soul of the true god was one of this "indestructible".

He had no idea how much time it took, how many killings he had to create, or how much faith power he absorbed to recover. He only knew that it was a long time that could be calculated in epochs. If it were to the eyes of mortals, it could almost be considered irreversible damage.

This feeling is probably like I finally saved up several houses and was about to spend my life comfortably as a landlord, but one of them was burned to death. What's even more sad is that this house was bought on the territory of the US imperial court and you haven't bought insurance yet. In this case, anyone will feel that life is in vain and miserable for a while, right?

In this case, it is understandable that you are hit hard for a while and can't move. Of course, it is probably understandable that you can let a group of mortals beat them unilaterally... It's strange! For a true god, being ridden by a mortal like this is of course a great humiliation. And what feels more humiliated than this is naturally that these mortals were their own believers an hour ago.

Am I so unwilling to you? I’ve just become a 25-year-old, but I’m still so reluctant?

Yes, in order to strengthen my strength, I have indeed forced the clans to fight each other, established a blood sacrifice ceremony, and even led the entire Orgrimmar to war for a long time. In the end, I even destroyed your comrades and totem bemons. However, my field is blood and disputes. I am your patron saint. I am stronger. Will your life be better? Why don’t you understand such a simple truth?

Even the uncle could tolerate it, but the aunt couldn't. She felt that the bloodthirsty king who had suffered great grievances and was also the enemy of the world. At this moment, she was like a lonely wolf forced into a desperate situation. She licked the wound that might never heal again, and began to bite it wildly.

The silent, breathless and invisible divine power condensed into a stand sword, floating beside Pakens. In the present moment, when he was in a trance, this is all the power that the Bloodthirsty King can mobilize.

Even if you abandon your ability to be a true god, Pakens, you are still the greatest warrior in the world, and even no one. The hard-trained combat experience has turned into the most refined combat skills. Every weapon, including fists and feet, will exert the most deadly and exquisite attack in his hands. He does not even have to use his body as a carrier, but can use his spiritual power to condense his divine power to exert the power of the Martial Saint-level power. What's more terrifying is that in his own realm, every grass, wood, earth, stone, and even a little slight storm in the Kingdom of God can be regarded as an extension of divine power. In such a world that belongs to him, the fluctuations of divine power will be suppressed to a point that they almost do not exist.

To put it bluntly, this is equivalent to a sword saint who completely hides himself and does not even have a breath. He holds a magic weapon that cannot see the form to cut you down... What kind of experience is this? The old orc sword saint Muro Thunder Roar is probably the most say?

Of course, his five senses on the physical level could not sense the formation of the Divine Power Stand Sword, but the sixth sense of the sword saint felt great danger at the first time. He simply closed his eyes... To put it bluntly, a skill like "Mind Eye" that sounds particularly high-end is basically a basic skill for the extraordinary people of this martial arts school. The mysterious sixth sense, or the eyes at the spiritual level, made Muro Thunder Roar capture the trajectory of the invisible sword at the first time. He quickly crossed the pale fire hell in his hand and had a head-on confrontation with the Divine Power Sword.

At that time, there was no sound of gold and iron clashing, and there was not even a sound of wind. The old sword saint felt halfway through lightning, and the numbness spread directly from his wrist to his half body, so he almost wanted to vomit blood.

Immediately afterwards, the sharp sword that was finally opened suddenly dispersed, and bypassed the old sword saint like countless tiny needle tips. Then they gathered together again and directly formed a heavy hammer form. Then, a huge explosion from Duang was heard, and it hit Muro Thunder's roaring chest.

The old sword saint floated away from the sky like a kite with broken strings, and then he lay on the ground with his whole body in his arms, not knowing life and death. However, even after being hit with such a heavy blow, he still held the Pale Fire Hell firmly, probably expressing an attitude of "even if I die, I will never surrender"?

Well, it's really tragic.

Immediately afterwards, Pakens finally pulled out an iron hoof that had been trapped in lava. He didn't care about the burns on his legs, but just shook his lightly, and directly threw away the lava that was still burning on his legs, and then stepped heavily on the ground.

At that moment, it seemed as if the whole earth was about to expand. The solid ground was like the surface of a balloon. First, a heart-pounding bulge appeared, and then a crack quickly formed, constantly expanding. The boiling flames rushed out of the crack, forming a heat wave that stepped on the sky. In an instant, three trolls, Gopang, the Tianling Shaman, and the Tartar Priest Torunyaen were involved.

The three trolls closest to the Bloodthirsty King also suffered the strongest impact instantly. Such a huge body, like a weightless piece of paper, was lifted up on the spot. He seemed to want to struggle in the air, but the shock waves that were fatal than the sharpest swords between the scorching waves cut his torso into two pieces along his abdomen, and his internal organs and blood flowed out like this, sprinkling everywhere.

This state is probably a painful death for others, but it is far from fatal injury for a three-headed troll. This animal is probably an earthworm. As long as the head is not fatal, no matter how bad the body is, it will lose its power of movement at most. In other words, if it evolves to the three-headed stage, even if there is only a little active substance left to the brain, it will not be considered death. It is just a simple "headshot", which is actually not very useful to the rare and strange species among this troll.

Of course, the dignified God of War could not make such a mistake. It just picked up the iron hoof again and stomped down hard. The iron hoof, which was almost as huge as the temple pillar, hit Gopang's body like a collapsed mountain, and crushed it hard for a few more times. When Pakens let go of his hoof, there was only a pool of flesh and blood that could only be mosaic-filled. It is really difficult for you to associate this mass of flesh and blood with his life.

Well, the first mountain troll to successfully evolve the third head in the rest of the year ended his life. As a clergyman of Pakens, he reached the peak of his life and fell from the clouds. He was favored and guided by God in confusion, allowing his spirit to go further, but he betrayed his God in his later years and eventually died at his hands. Such a life is really ups and downs! Although it sounds like a very meaningless life.

The power grid wrapped around the Bloodthirsty King had also disappeared, and the lava and flames that rolled out of the sinking and stalagmites also stopped rising in an instant.

In the hot air waves, Ronsas and Toronyaen, who were covered in blue halos, fell out together, staggered for a few steps, and finally barely stood firm, but they were holding their weapons and gasping for breath, and their bodies seemed to be a little sloppy. The blue light lingers on the bodies of the two, and it seems that some phantoms appeared in the light. This should be the armor of the ancestral spirit, which belongs to the top defense method among shaman spells. These two top spell casters finally activated their shield at the critical moment. They were finally not overturned out like the three trolls and killed on the spot, but they were still inevitably severely injured.

Asoge seemed to be really anxious and waved the banner in his hand that represented the ancient glory of the orcs. The endless spiritual energy shook down from the banner and turned into a solemn halo, quickly covering the seriously injured Tianling Shaman and the Taurus sect.

The two legendary powerhouses of Orgrimmar slowly straightened their bodies under the realm of the halo, and vaguely recovered some of their spirits.

Lu Xi didn't know whether this thing was used to recover blood or add buffs, or both. However, the orcs who sacrificed the heaven and earth and followed the tradition of ancestor worship. Shamanic magic originally did not come from the bloodthirsty king, but the ambitions inherited by the ancestors. The inheritance of its power was originally unsystematic. However, perhaps because of this, some unexpected hidden tricks often appear.

However, Lu Xi was destined not to know what the effect of this hidden ultimate move had.

The light of spirit lingers on the two legendary powerful men, but before they can even play a greater role, the bloodthirsty king suddenly opened his mouth and made a deafening shout. The roar turned into a boiling airflow, which condensed into a furious storm. However, the storm formed a terrifying power like a collapse of mountains in the bloody sky, sweeping overwhelmingly, and even the rocks on the ground were blown up, just like the end of the world.

Even with Lu Xi's ability at this time, he could hardly stand in the face of the huge storm formed by the sound waves. He expanded his realm of nothing to the most, quickly applied a dragon scale armor technique to himself, and finally quickly opened an eight-ring arcane magic "impact neutralization". The biggest effect was the energy fluctuation of the nature of the shock wave. He tried his best to maintain his body in the face of the destructive hurricane, and casually turned his head slightly to observe the surrounding situation.

The two legends, Longsas and Toronyaen, are in good condition, but they are just a little worse than Lu Xi. Although they start to bleed in seven orifices, they should not be able to hang up for a while. However, the few unlucky guys behind the back were not that easy. Kaizo, the martial arts chief of the Rift Clan who was directly under the roar, and Blin, the guardian of the Temple of the Earth Mother Temple, seemed to have rushed into the stove, and from the body to the flesh and bones, they all turned into ashes in an instant.

The Master of the Witch Doctor, Mo Sha, was not as reckless as these two. He hurriedly stood down the big shield in his hand, and the barrier of light expanded several times along the edge of the shield, forming a magic wall, blocking him and several comrades behind him. But even so, relying on his body to hold back the big shield, he was still blown back by the wild storm, and a painful expression appeared on his face.

The inspiration above the battle flag could no longer be maintained in the storm formed by the roar. It seemed as if it had encountered snowflakes exposed to the sun, and it disappeared instantly. On the blood-red bottom of the flag, there were even a very sudden dark scars, as if they were burned out by flames.

Ahsog's face turned pale in an instant, it was probably difficult for the orcs with green and yellow skin to show such a pale technical expression. In short, we only need to know that this guy's skin has faded a lot. Looking at the blood-red banner in his hand, he sighed quietly: "Is it still difficult to gather all the holy objects of ancestor heroes, but they still have difficulty in the power of the gods?"

"...It's not just the power of God. You are progressing and preparing. Pakens, who has just cut off a golden bloodline, is also evolving!" Lu Xi looked at Ahsog who was devastated, and had a subtle sympathy, and sighed: "As far as I know, Pakens was not proficient in the way of war cry... But, this kind of battle cry that relies on the roar that caused several high-level gold powers to die, and made the mystery of the holy objects you have prepared for a long time lose their effectiveness. What did you think of?"

"Bemon!" Asog began to grit his teeth, showing such explicit hatred in front of Lu Xi for the first time. He looked at the latter, and the earnestness in his eyes was no longer concealed: "We are enemies, but at this time, the position is consistent! If we all die here, do you really think he will keep his promise?"

"You have to be calm, otherwise your calm, steady, atmospheric and intelligent personality will collapse! My brother Asog. Since the beginning, I have been playing soybeans and watching the show without using defense to protect myself. What do you think I am doing?" Lu Xi looked at the other party, still smiling relaxedly: "In this Ethereal Ocean of the multiverse, it is quite difficult to locate the specific coordinates of a kingdom of God, even I need time. Oh, in terms of operation in the space field, I am indeed not as good as the wind!"

"If you know that you are not as good as me, you shouldn't rush in alone to show off your strength!" The dimensional magic circle unfolded next to Lu Xi, and a fully armed magic girl king appeared in the kingdom of the bloodthirsty king. Well, as the main palace, ah... As the most capable friend, almost Jifeng would never miss it.

"Is this your backup plan?" Asog looked at Jifeng, not knowing whether it was disappointment or surprise, but he couldn't hear any changes in his tone.

"No, she also came here to watch the show. I think it would be great to sit with the person she loves the most and enjoy it quietly."

"You, it's amazing to say such sweet words at this time! Lu Xi, you dare to take it for granted by this trick, right?" I wonder if the main palace, Miss Jifeng, who is the best among the friends, is arrogant. Anyway, from her expression, she is still the impeccable smiling face.

"However, I have already made the positioning, and we can really sit upright and enjoy this eternal wonder."

At this moment, in the distant sky, the rolling clouds boiled and flowed. The dazzling light like flames overflowed from the gaps of the clouds, coating the dim bloody sky with a layer of brighter colors.
Chapter completed!