Arathi people's violent attack obviously exceeded N'Zoth's plan, and Thousand Tentacle Demon and Vigilant's "air-based fight" on King Daelin made N'Zoth furious.
It may have realized that the damn "Sha Power" has infected itself through the node of King Daelin, but the plan has advanced to this step. When the monarch of N'yalotha arrives at his throne, the reflection of the Dark Empire and the royal kingdom of Material World are "bound".
So the next moment, reality and illusion began to be reversed.
It's like the "shadow" of Kingdom of Kul Tiras is emerging from the darkness and trying to replace the land of Material World.
This is obviously some kind of metaphysical concept, but considering that N'Zoth started planning today's events from the moment Dark Empire was defeated by Titan Keepers, it can be regarded as an extension of the conceptual power of "Dream of All Beings" controlled by N'Zoth.
That's another path. Vigilant is right to say he doesn't understand.
After all, even the noble Sun God cannot be omniscient and omnipotent. In this sea of stars where Six Forces forms the foundation of the universe and checks and balances each other, if a guy who knows everything really appears, then something will really go wrong.
It will take some time for the mutual conversion of N'yalotha·Slumbering City and Kul Tiras to be fully realized, but this is meaningless to Arathi people who rushed in today just to "eliminate demons and defend the way".
They don't care where they are fighting, anyway, these are Holy Flame's enemies!
Look at their depraved and blasphemous appearance, look at the malice of the evil gods chanting in their mouths, they are simply the enemies of living beings that only appear in nightmares, so let's do it!
"Under the flames Confession!"
Exalted One Kairon waved the flail burning with holy flames, letting the heavy Holy Light meteor hammer smash the octopus head of K'thir Warlock in front of him. Faceless One Brute behind him wanted to sneak attack, but was blocked by the well-trained State Priest with his sacred heavy shield.
Although Kairon was pushed back into the deeper and deeper darkness, General Stiltek came out from the side. She dragged the flaming sword forward and struck Cleave to chop the tendrils of Faceless Ones into pieces. The low sound of gunfire echoed amidst the splatter of black blood.
Admiral Daelin got "good stuff" from Arathi people.
Now the barrel of his gun is filled with single-point bullets made of melted Holy Flame. This thing has amazing lethality at close range, and it obviously has extraordinary restraint and special attacks against Void Creature and demons.
The Faceless Ones was hit right between the eyebrows, and its ugly head exploded instantly. The huge body hit the ground, but did not die quietly. Instead, it turned into a large disgusting black-blooded beast and gnawed around. The next second, the monastery dean Halsey Mupley summoned the hot and sacred Consecration fire and burned it to ashes.
The flame warriors of Arathi pierced the flames Battle Standard, which were scarred by battles and looked like "holy relics" at first sight, in the center of the dark hall. This sacred Battle Standard took root, and then spread the light outwards in the form of a halo waterfall.
The rays as bright as the sun will bring bright blessings to Holy Light's Warrior, but those Void Creature who are under the impact of the halo will scream tragically.
The lower Void Creature is directly ignited by the super aggressive Holy Flame. Although the upper Void Creature can resist incineration, it will also be put into the "burning" and "purification" states, making it difficult for them to deal with the fanatical and terrifying conquest attacks of these State Priests.
But there is a problem. King Daelin seems to be within the attack range of the light.
He ascended the throne of N'yalotha·Slumbering City and became the king of Shadowkin. This is already a "half-Void Creature", and it is normal for him to be restrained by Holy Flame.
But King Daelin is protected by "Three Abyssal Relics", so there won't be any big problems for a while. While he used Void Gods to prop up the abyss shield to protect himself from being burned, he had already noticed the mutual transformation between N'yalotha and Kul Tiras Material World.
The things in the dream are emerging in reality, and the things in reality are being sent into Waking Dream.
"Its conversion rate is accelerating!"
King Daelin shouted:
"The entire Kul Tiras will be dragged into the illusion of the Dark Empire. I have been to N'yalotha. There are not only the Void Army that N'Zoth has accumulated over the years, but also many dangerous things.
The cult masters summoned by it from all over the world also lurk in the nightmare with their respective followers.
They are preparing to devour all People of Light who enter this dreamland. Be prepared, Storm Temple will be the first to fall into the disaster of Waking Dream.
Sleepless Cabal and their leader Utna Herald of the Void are waiting for you!"
"You're quite a half-body person."
General Stiltek and General Daelin were fighting enemies back to back. The dashing adventure master joked:
"He has fallen into the abyss, and he is still reminding us to be careful of the void."
"That's right! Don't even look at whose half that is. How could such a good man like me, who is such an awesome fighter, be captured by the evil god so easily?"
Admiral Daelin laughed and took advantage of the cover to load bullets into his repeating handgun, but the next moment he felt the evil wind coming. He rolled flexibly to avoid it, and then heard a bang, and an icy-cold trident filled with dim light and reverberating with the tide was inserted at his feet.
It almost impaled him.
"What happened to you riding on the horse?"
The admiral turned back and glared at the king. The other Daelin's limbs and body were being dragged by dark energy tentacles, as if he was about to sink into another world.
He did not struggle and shouted to the admiral as he was dragged into Waking Dream:
"He is there. The civilians of Tandred and Boralus are trapped in dreams. I am going to bring them back, but I am not good at fighting. I need you to come with me. I will go first! Bring that weapon and be careful of its temptation. You can only use it if you are determined enough.
As long as you break down once, then you will come to keep me company.
General, your son and the people are waiting for you, come to Boralus to join me.
Better get there before I can't hold on any longer"
"Buzz"
The vortex of the void swallowed King Daelin into it, leaving only an empty shadow on the throne.
When the rift was about to close, more terrifying whimpering mixed with the sound of a giant beast swallowing water sounded from all directions. The mental oppression from N'Zoth made even the toughest Arathi people cry out in pain.
All kinds of depraved, weird and cruel visions bloomed before the eyes of these warriors, allowing them to see the reflections of shipwrecks, sunken ships and drowned ghosts.
The surrounding dark hall that was supposed to be Storm Temple was also quietly changing.
The dispersion of cold sea fog was accompanied by the sobbing prayers of thousands of descendants of the void. In the intertwining of reality and reality, Admiral Daelin endured a headache and grabbed Abyssal Trident in front of him.
Just when he was about to pull it out, Exalted One Kairon rushed over and grabbed his wrist.
"You are People of Light! Do not use this corrupted thing!"
Half Elf Priest scolded:
"This is the power bait of the void for the corrupted, yet all you ask for is in the light."
"My son was stolen by the void, Priest."
The admiral pulled away Kairon's hand and whispered:
"Although I have forgotten the boy's face or even his name, I vaguely remember that I lost my family once, and I will not allow the same thing to happen to me a second time.
Most importantly, haven't you discovered it yet?
I met you in a shipwreck, and under the guidance of the sun, I came here to fight these void creatures. This was the inspiration of Holy Light!
I am indeed People of Light, but I can't chant sutras for everything I want and fully expect Holy Light to deliver it to me, right?
Holy Light shines on my soul, that's enough.
The rest of the stuff is for me to do, not for me to ask some god to do it for me, so let's just think of it as a "trial."
With his fingers, he pulled out the cold trident from the ground that had turned into a strange place of flesh and blood.
This thing is worthy of being an artifact of the abyss. The moment he took possession of it, the admiral felt the drowning and tidal power of the sea pouring into his body, raising his destructive power to a level unbelievable for a legend.
In the surrounding cold fog, more ferocious Faceless Oness came out howling and screaming, and a large group of Satyr Warlocks who ran out of nowhere were commanding them.
The nightmare has arrived.
"Death!"
The admiral holding the trident stepped forward with a Whirlwind, letting the abyssal blade tear apart all the flesh and blood around him smoothly, and the subsequent tidal impact strangled and drowned K'thir Warlock who was hiding in the distance and casting spells.
This terrifying destructive power shocked Daelin, but then he felt that this thing took a bite out of his spirit.
Hmm, so every time you kill an enemy, will you cause a certain Mental Shock to yourself?
The longer you hold this thing in your hand to kill enemies, the higher the possibility of being defeated. No wonder King Daelin reminds himself that he can only use this thing if he is determined enough.
Once Abyssal Trident is corrupted by the psychic impact, he will probably be immediately sent to N'Zoth to become "Faceless Ones General", right?
But whatever.
The admiral grinned, grabbing the trident and observing the battlefield around him that had already completed the alternation between reality and reality.
N'Zoth That bitch sent him and Arathi people into a hideous place in Waking Dream, as if they were in the stomach of a gluttonous creature. Those walls made of flesh and blood exuded a smell that was so disgusting that it shocked the mind. In some suspected "digestive tracts" there were the wreckage of the ship that sank in Material World.
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Daelin Raised his head, he vaguely saw a spiral staircase of flesh and blood, and higher above his head was the light of a pale "sun" without heat.
This is the stomach of some monster!
As the flesh shrank, black blood dripped down beside Arathi people. Every drop of blood would shape a Void Monster.
"The place you were thrown into is called "Storm Furnace". It is the digestion place for Waking Dream that N'Zoth uses to steal the mass that has devoured Material World to nourish it."
King Daelin's voice rang in the admiral's ears, seemingly far away, along with the roar and echo of the Thunder storm.
He reminded:
"N'Zoth has sent its most capable subordinates there to kill and corrupt you. Get rid of them and come as soon as possible. Boralus Lothar and his army need your help."
"Even if I get out of here, how can I get there?"
The admiral complained:
"Even if Waking Dream and Material World are on a one-to-one scale, I can't run from Stormsong Valley in my dream to Boralus with my legs. Do you think I'm a Scud? I can circle the world in just one fart?"
"Come out of Storm Furnace, and Sea of Darkness calls you and my battleship in the reflection of Waking Dream."
The king's voice became lighter and lighter, as if it was forcibly cut off by some force.
He used his last moment to remind:
"Sea Sovereign also got a "rebirth" in the dream. You may need some time to let it remember you again, but I don't think this is a problem for you. Don't give in, sailor."
"Humph, that's rude! Call me "Captain"!"
Admiral Daelin cursed.
But I heard that my ship that sank in the South Seas storm also got a new life in the Void Realm, which made Daelin feel ecstatic. Just at this time, the servants sent by N'Zoth to kill the invaders also appeared in this Waking Dream fog.
The two leaders of Sleepless Cabal, "Zaxasj the Speaker" and "Fa'thuul the Feared", appeared with a large number of arrogant followers.
But before he even finished his opening remarks, the admiral jumped up to him and dropped his sword, and then those fanatical Arathi people shouted "Holy Flame's glory" and launched a wave of Holy Light's Waaagh against them.
Hello!
You have fallen into the fatal trap of Thousand Tentacle Demon. You have been transferred to the territory of the Dark Empire. This is Void Sanctuary! The longer you stay here, the more you will be assimilated into the void.
You are finished!
Your Holy Light can't shine in this place at all. Shouldn't you despair at this time?
What is the strange principle behind this sudden surge in morale?
You behave at Void Sanctuary as if you are surrounded by us servants of the abyss!
These Holy Light madmen are really rebelling against Tiangang!
"Sober Dream has arrived, N'Zoth has exchanged the concepts of truth and falsehood. It is truly an evil force!"
Lothar was leaning on Emperor's Sword and looking around among the unfamiliar ruins. He could vaguely see that the surrounding city was very similar to Boralus, but it was very dilapidated, as if it had been weathered by time for thousands of years.
When you raise your head, you can see the dark purple ominous starry sky. The very depressing dim starlight has dazzling void cracks that look like a gloomy Milky Way. There are dense void beams everywhere, making this place look like a certain "Horrific Vision".
The emperor was surrounded by killed nightmare monsters, and he could still hear the sneer of Nightmare King Xavius in his ears.
Considering that the two have fought against each other before at Northern Borderlands, this wave can be regarded as a reckoning of old and new grudges.
But Lothar is not worried about Xavius's attack.
The Heart of Azeroth Gleam on his chest shines with a faint blue light, and the fact that World Power can also be blessed shows that this Waking Dream does not break away from the category of Material World.
Thinking about it, N'Zoth had to go through a lot of trouble to replace Kul Tiras into Waking Dream to release the reflection and afterimage of the Dark Empire. Thousand Tentacle Demon is obviously not powerful enough to create things out of thin air.
"So, after the dream and reality were reversed, when Kul Tiras was transferred to the dream, Dark Empire stood up in Material World?"
Lothar touched his beard and made a very shocking judgment.
Void Creature's "Holy Empire" has reappeared in Azeroth after countless eras of silence. Although plans have been made for this situation, it is still frightening that such a bad thing actually happens.
If Dark Empire that appeared in Material World cannot be destroyed in time, I am afraid that the spread of void forces in Azeroth will really be unstoppable.
"Fortunately, we made preparations in advance."
Lothar let out a sigh of relief.
Just as he was carrying Emperor's Sword and preparing to find other Saviors to meet in this familiar yet unfamiliar city, he suddenly heard a scream.
That was the scream of Xavius.
Nightmare King obviously suffered an unexpected attack, which made the emperor smile delicately.
He even hummed a song, as if the Sober Dream in front of him was no longer a difficult place.
On the other side, somewhere in this Waking Dream, Nightmare King Xavius, who had a living wood arrow stuck in his head, stared dumbly at the Dream Rift that was constantly opening in front of him, as well as the elves and Tauren Druid that were rushing out of the cracks.
Even Trolls Druids.
It had an expression of extreme disbelief on its face like a hanged ghost.
It growled:
"You! Why are you here? You shouldn't be here!"
Facing Xavius's question, General Shandris Feathermoon, who had just shot a wonderful arrow, shrugged and said:
"If your defense is broken by our appearance, then I think you should be mentally prepared. After all, we are not the only ones here today."