The Heavens Collapse and the Earth Shatters (4)

What is depravity?

Is it the helplessness of being the only one sober while everyone else is drunk?

Loken shook his head. Although he was the Guardian of wisdom, he did not believe that his wisdom surpassed that of the other Guardians by much.

It's really just a matter of conscience; at crucial moments, some people are willing to stand up and face difficulties head-on.

Most people, however, remain on the sidelines and observe; this is called rationality.

Those who dare to stand up and face the truth are the ones who have fallen, because they are different from others.

What is called depravity can also be described as courage.

Yogg-Saron left the cage, and Loken knew he would have to face the accusations and difficulties from the other Guardians.

Mistakes need to be taken responsibility for.

N'Zoth's body, larger than the moon, collided for the first time with Aman'Thul's hand.

The cunning N'Zoth had already planned it all out. He was willing to sacrifice a part of his body and let Aman'Thul destroy it, so he would have countless tentacles tightly entangle Aman'Thul and cling to him, keeping him immobile.

Unfortunately for N'Zoth, he miscalculated; the moment they made contact, N'Zoth's body began to shrink continuously.

"What's going on? What happened?"

N'Zoth was terrified, finally realizing the terrifying power Aman'Thul possessed over time.

Time was mercilessly erased. N'Zoth's body, nourished by the magic of the Well of Eternity, grew to an enormous size. This period of time was lost, and he returned to the helpless and weak state he was in within the Titans's seal.

With a single blow, N'Zoth's weakened body shattered into pieces, and thousands of tentacles broke off. In the final moment, he unleashed his special ability, voluntarily detaching some of his tentacles.

The God of a Thousand Tentacles is known for his tenacious vitality; he will not die as long as one of his tentacles is alive.

N'Zoth fell into the sea like a meteor. Most of his tentacles had been destroyed by the Titans Power. The remaining tentacles swam rapidly in the water, trying to gather together. N'Zoth was unwilling to accept defeat.

"What a frustrating gap! The power of the Highfather, Aman'Thul, is simply too great."

Neltharion, the Black Dragon King, dared not look directly at the sky, but he could feel its terrifying power.

N'Zoth's defeat came too quickly; it was thought he could buy some time.

A brief moment of respite appeared, Neltharion's heart bled; he had to make a decision.

Aman'Thul is gathering power, and it seems no one can stand up to him.

"I am the Guardian of the earth, one of the Dragon Aspects, and my duty is to protect this world."

Neltharion looked back at his people, at the vast, dark mass of Black Dragons, his bloodline, his people.

"I need your strength."

"No, it is Azeroth that needs our strength," one of Neltharion's consorts said solemnly.

The Black Dragons gathered here now make up the vast majority of the Black Dragonflight, with only a small number remaining on the newly discovered planet. The Black Dragonflight now has hope and a future, Neltharion feels very gratified.

"Come, my people, my children, let us offer our last drop of flesh and blood for Azeroth, the secret art of the Black Dragonflight, the Flesh Symbiosis."

All the Black Dragons present sacrificed their flesh and blood. Most could not withstand the heavy price and died directly. A small number of the stronger ones also fell into extreme weakness.

Flesh and blood converged toward Neltharion, most of them his people, his descendants, sharing the same bloodline. Neltharion's body rapidly expanded, the flesh and blood and magic of the Black Dragonflight converging on him alone.

"He's gone mad, he's really gone mad." The Red Dragon Queen stared in astonishment at Neltharion's terrifying and grotesque body.

"What a pointless act, why bother?" Bronze Dragon Aspect Nozdormu squinted, seemingly indifferent to worldly affairs. By the time Aman'Thul approached Azeroth, Nozdormu had already lost control of time.

He knew in his heart that time had created a fork in the road, one of which was a hopeless End Time.

The other is a minuscule hope, just as the very existence of life itself is a minuscule miracle.

Neltharion flapped his enormous wings and slowly flew into the air. With the support of the blood and flesh essence of many Black Dragonflight, his power was temporarily enhanced, and he was now able to look directly at a god.

"From this day forward, my name is Deathwing, and I will face the cold, merciless face of death."

"Neltharion, how dare you betray me?"

Aman'Thul gritted his teeth in anger. The Five Dragonflights were originally Guardians appointed by the Titans, their eyes and ears left on Titans, or in other words Azeroth, their hounds.

Betrayed by his own dog, Aman'Thul's heart was filled with pain; the scars left by Sargeras had not yet healed.

"So you had already fallen into darkness." Aman'Thul's insight was certainly extraordinary; he recognized that this ability of Flesh Symbiosis actually originated from the Curse of Flesh of the Old Gods.

"Die, you damned the Betrayer."

Deathwing flapped his wings and struggled upwards. Before the incredibly terrifying and immense Highfather, he felt like a tiny moth.

It was another silent collision.

Deathwing's body was torn to pieces, and the Black Dragon's flesh and blood splattered onto the earth, raising a rain of blood.

"Haha, I saw it, I felt it, Highfather Aman'Thul, you also have your limits. The gap between us is not so insurmountable."

Deathwing was prepared for defeat. If he could survive this attack, he knew how to escape with his life. He was the Guardian of the earth and knew this land very well.

The Earth Elemental Plane, the Deepholm —this was the place he had prepared for his escape.

Aman'Thul was furious at Neltharion's betrayal and intended to kill him outright.

Neltharion suddenly vanished. Aman'Thul knew the cunning Black Dragon had gone into hiding, but that didn't matter. Once Azeroth was destroyed, no one could escape the final judgment.

In the Elemental Plane, Deathwing's shattered body lay scattered, his head resting in a cold basin, still stubbornly spewing Flames from his mouth.

A bulky, enormous shadow approached. It was Therazane, the Stone Mother, ruler of the Earth Elemental Plane, who always wore a silly grin, looking down at the tattered Black Dragon.

"Oh, Neltharion, I thought you'd be the first to run away, but even someone as cunning and wise as you can make a fool of yourself. Look at your pathetic, mangled state."

Deathwing said with difficulty, "This world needs people to be foolish."

"Indeed, how cruel it would be if everyone were intelligent. It seems I have to make a foolish mistake for once. To offend a Titans for your sake, how foolish of me."

The Stone Mother Therazane picked up Deathwing's head, casually hoisted it onto her shoulder, and ran swiftly across the land, violently jolting as she gathered the Black Dragon's mangled remains and pieced them back together.

"I said, can you be a little gentler? I'm a seriously injured person."

"Why be gentle?" Therazane asked, puzzled, forcing an awkward smile.

"Neltharion, you should learn from this experience. You looked directly at a Titans, and you'll suffer the consequences. The Titans's power will corrupt you, will tear you apart for at least ten thousand years, but it's also a rare opportunity."

"Of course, I already understand the future of the Black Dragonflight."