The moment Everything Unification Field was fully activated, the Origin Engine placed in World Heart began to burst out with thick Creation Force. These faint blue energies were given the characteristics of "Dissolution of All Things" after being adjusted by Titan Device. They surged like a surging river along the pipes connecting the stars.
Those trunk channels will send Creation Force to different terminals of Everything Unification Field, where they will be used as nodes for diffuse decomposition and coverage.
However, there are also small channels in the middle of the main pipeline for dispersion along the way, in order to increase the concentration of Creation Force to the standard threshold in the shortest possible time.
The formatting of the star will not officially begin until the entire star is covered with creation energy.
The process of decomposing all things will be completed in a short period of time. At that time, all matter existing on the surface and inside the Argus star will be decomposed into the most basic material particles, and the existing energy, no matter what kind of derivative of the Force, will be forcibly transformed into the ancient and pure creation element power.
When the last piece of matter that should not be left to the new era is decomposed, the second stage of star formatting, "reshaping", will come.
At this stage, Everything Unification Field will adjust the shape of the creation energy through various preset world modules. Just like the information that Titan responded to before, creation is a "technical activity".
At least in this universe, shaping a star is not as simple as finding an old man with a white beard and carving out a planet with a chisel.
Titans, with the assistance of the truth of the power of Arcane, have materialized this process in the form of various modules and protocols.
Although they have done many abstract things, in the field of "creation", you can always trust the strength of Pantheon. In other words, when these Titans gather together, they have actually formed the most outstanding "civil engineering team" in the world.
If they have been working intensively in this field, then it is estimated that the entire world will already be a world of "order".
But it is a pity that a group of natural civil engineering saints did not start the construction properly. Instead, they thought of doing some outrageous things and planned to re-plan the order and composition of the entire star sea. Then they suffered the iron fist of Fel.
This fully proves the truth that people should never work in areas that they are not familiar with, otherwise it will cause a series of disasters.
"So beautiful!"
Next to Exodar's navigation station, in the observation deck, Yrel is holding on to a device used to observe the ground.
She admired the surging process of Creation Force and clearly saw the magnificent blue energy emitting beautiful "vortexes" and "ripples" in several directions of Krokuun, Mac'Aree, Antorus and Eredath Sea.
Those large ripples continued to spread in a ring on the surface of the star, and when they intertwined with each other, they turned into the most perfect "interference ring", which temporarily blocked the entire Argus's misery and desolation that was ravaged by Fel to the point of being beyond sight, and seemed to wrap up this suffering world with the most perfect gauze.
Subsequently, in Yrel's sigh, more "small ripples" also surged up everywhere on the surface of the world.
Like a silent song, the beating waves of creation energy are like beating notes, converging into a silent but shocking chorus as they continue to spread and blend with each other.
Yrel was completely attracted.
There seemed to be some kind of "magic" in the scene before him, which made Little Hoof completely immersed in it.
She didn't really feel some "truth" from this process. As we all know, her brain is not suitable for this.
But Yrel always realized the "thriving" contained in the scene in front of her. She seemed to see a world with scars and aging standing up again at this moment, forgetting all the sufferings of the past with a smile, and running towards a bright future with cheers praising miracles.
This illusory but real scene made Yrel want to cry.
When she turned around while resisting the sore nose, she saw Archbishop Nali next to her holding a handkerchief and bursting into tears. The same was true for other Ancient Eredar who were usually very serious or bitter and resentful.
They acted like they were relieved when the most important mission and vows in their lives were finally completed. Many people knelt there praying and crying, but that was not sadness.
It's definitely not sad.
Tears of joy can only allow others to share the excitement.
"Why are you crying? This is such a good thing."
Yrel whispered something, and then Archbishop Nali hit her head with a knife on her head, which was not smart at all. The archbishop held her shoulders and sobbed:
"You can't understand, child, you can't understand the impact and comfort it had on our hearts when that heavy World Vow was completed, and you can't understand what it means to us to see our dilapidated hometown return to prosperity.
No need to care, no need to think, just share this joy with us."
"Archbishop Nali's tears are a symbol of happiness."
Archbishop Ishaana Although she also cried into tears, she still explained in a low voice in a hoarse voice at this moment:
"It's all because she and Diakum the Saint have made an agreement. Only when World Vow reaches it, and only after each other has fulfilled their responsibilities and missions to their compatriots, will the two of them share the rest of their lives with each other. These two guys are the kind of people who "put public before private", and what happened today means
Oops!"
Ishana, as the "Commentary NPC", had not finished speaking when she was hit in the head by Night Warrior's sharp knife. Neri showed no mercy. She really cried.
"This is your punishment for choosing to blaspheme as Holy Light Walker!"
Neri said with a straight face:
"How can a mortal be honored to be the bride of the gods? My whole life was still given to my people by Consecration. It was not until I was absolved of my duties by death that I was able to fully dedicate myself to my Diakum."
"Well, good love is the same as "sacrifice", you Ancient Eredars!"
Ms. Vilara, who was passing by, couldn't help but make a sharp comment, completely ignoring that she was actually a member of the "Ancient Eredar" group.
"Neri, Ishana, come over for a meeting!"
Veilara called:
"Don't bring anyone else with you. There is something important that I must inform you before Argus's reshaping is completed. Yrel, forget it, come on too. As Grand Executor in the future of the Draenei Clan, you must also understand the importance of this matter."
Little Hooves didn't want to leave. She really wanted to have a good debate with Ms. Vilara about what the sighing "forget it" meant?
Good guy, there is not a single curse word, but the curse words are really dirty!
Moreover, she has not yet finished watching the magnificent reshaping of the world in front of her. Yrel is certain that there is a high probability that she will never have the opportunity to see such a beautiful scene from the sea of stars for the second time in her life.
However, Ms. Vilara's serious face and voice meant that the news to be announced to the leaders of the clans and the archbishops was definitely heavyweight. Therefore, she could only give the instrument of the observation window to her good sister Samara with regret and sadness.
He also told her to record the entire process so that she could watch it again and again when she was in a bad mood.
She likes this supreme scenery full of "new life".
Just when all the archbishops on Exodar, including Penitents's "temporary Grand Executor" Dina·Krokuun, were summoned to the conference room, the crowd on the navigation platform suddenly burst into cheers.
There is Warrior shouting there:
"The Conqueror is going to be killed! That big devil is going to be killed by the prophet Execute! Ah, the sins of 20,000 years must be fully liquidated today!"
Many people are cheering for this.
But when Yrel was about to turn around, he was stopped by Veilara:
"You don't need to care about it, let alone witness it. It's just a symbolic process, which means that they are entering their next eternal duty. Let's mourn their sacrifices. What we are going to talk about next is also related to them."
"Buzz"
Another miserable Greater Demon was "deleted" in the face of the surging waves of Creation Force. That was the inevitable outcome of the power of astral formatting falling on the individual level.
It was captured by the surging blue light, and it made an unformed roar with difficulty while "melting".
It sounded like a big rooster with its neck cut off, and its weak neighing was the last stop of its long life.
But the battlefield of Burning Throne did not stop fighting because of the surge of these Creation Power.
Those Undeads, those silent Undeads continue to fight with an attitude of expectation and desire, and open their arms in the surge and capture of Creation Powers. That is the most dignified sacrifice.
To be able to stand up and fight the invaders after sleeping in humiliation for more than 20,000 years, and then return to their hometown in glory amidst hearty confrontations and executions, and to integrate with the world they defend, is the best ending for them.
Because the Undeads' "death frenzy" has been activated, the demons cannot escape even if they want to. What's more, in this world that has been restarted and formatted, where is there a safe place for them to escape?
This is the last moment.
Although some demons lost their will to fight in the collapse, there were also many die-hard thugs who let go of their hands and feet in this reshaped apocalypse to engage in a final fight with the enemy.
A wild Abyssal Lord ran across the battlefield, trampling on the unyielding dead.
It was finally restrained by several Necromantic Knights with the power of death, and then was involved in the waves of Creation Forces while fighting with the roars of the endless undead that climbed onto its body. Until the moment it was decomposed and melted, this big-assed demon was roaring with satisfaction and enthusiasm.
More demons choose to face their own destruction with this attitude.
They even threw away their weapons, pounced on them and used their claws to enjoy the most primitive pleasure of fighting and destruction. They just wanted to kill one more opponent before being swallowed up.
This kind of destructive craze obviously made Fel Force feel satisfied and appreciated, so at the more noisy moment when Creation Force was surging, the strengthening given by Fel to these final demons was constantly improving.
This is so painful Kil'jaeden.
Even though its battle at this time was really just a "cut-through", its performance in persisting in fighting in the apocalypse still won it the blessing of Fel again.
The Conqueror did not become weak just because it was at the end of the final battle. On the contrary, before the final destruction came, it actually became more and more brutal as Great Demon Lord should be.
The Butcher double blades in his hand were cut off by Frostmourne, so he used the magic claws to fight against it.
The resonance of destruction causes Kil'jaeden to tear apart Fel Rift nearby with every claw strike, summoning more violent demons to rush into the battlefield.
Although those demons with unclear minds will be captured and decomposed by Everything Unification Field the moment they rush in, does Fel care about you?
Kil'jaeden's final fighting posture made Him very satisfied. Such a glorious and symbolic destruction was the "grand sacrifice" that Fel wanted to see and could greatly please Him.
Perhaps in the eyes of Fel, Argus's rebirth is based on the destruction of the "old era". The cry of an entire galaxy era being destroyed is enough for Twisting Nether to get more feedback from this "ritual".
There is no way, all conceptual stuff is so crude, effective and unreasonable.
"Rebirth" is the antonym of "destruction", but every rebirth means that old things will be destroyed. Therefore, Fel can also get the feedback he needs from each rebirth process.
From this perspective, the formatting of Argus was a tragic failure for Fel, although it lost the base camp of the Material Star Sea, but the destructive meaning contained in the formatting itself was still enough to please the will of Fel, which was being suppressed and besieged by other forces.
No wonder all the demons have brain problems.
Based on the unique and twisted criterion of Fel's will, the fact that the demons' thinking has not been twisted into twists is enough to show that their minds are firm.
But Kil'jaeden and its brothers no longer care about this.
The Conqueror and its opponents no longer listen to the cheers and scolds of the Force, they only have each other in their eyes.
If this was a ceremony, it would have come to an end.
Frostmourne's roar was accompanied by Velen's brutal Slashed Strike tore Kil'jaeden's left arm, and Kil'jaeden's right claw wrapped The explosion of Fel fiercely pierced Velen's heart, and then the ignited flames melted Oathsteel's armor and swept White-clad Death God into the flames.
The indifferent deceased waved the biting cold wind to disperse the flame, and stabbed Demon Sword into his brother's heart again with a thrust that refused to retreat but advanced.
Kil'jaeden It's like being struck by lightning.
It roared, raised its head and hit Velen on the head with a ferocious headbutt, knocking the latter's undead crown away. It then used its remaining claws to clasp Velen's shoulders and pull him towards itself, spitting fire to burn the god of death in front of it. However, the closer Velen got, the more exaggerated the force of the magic blade piercing Greater Demon's heart.
Until the last attack, Frostmourne finally let out a whimper of satisfaction. The bloody blood showed its sharpness, and the soul-eating Demon Sword stabbed to the end, finally tearing Kil'jaeden's heart apart completely.
Fel's blessings are still surging, allowing Great Demon Lord to continue fighting without a broken heart.
But Kil'jaeden no longer intends to do this.
It knew that its curtain call had been completed, and it knew that such a tragic death was enough to comfort the cold minds of those demon slayers. At the last moment when they saw the Conqueror die in the old place, Burning Crusade declared its complete end.
Eredar's World Vow has also come to a perfect end.
"Hehe, hehe, I also shoulder that oath."
Kil'jaeden clasped Velen's shoulder with his blood-stained right paw, and rested his severed head on his brother's shoulder as if resting.
It gasped and said:
"I also swore to Star Soul Lord that I would kill every demon I saw. Just like now, the last demon has died in your hands."
"You're home."
Velen said dumbly:
"You don't have to fight anymore, you can rest, my tired and poor brother, I'm here to take you home."
"I have waited for so long that I have almost forgotten my past self."
The Conqueror's body shook and fell to the ground.
It was supposed to hit the completely "melted" ground under its feet and be decomposed into the foundation of the new era, but the moment it fell, it was embraced by Velen's cold arms, making Great Demon Lord fall into the arms of his own brother.
With its face covered in blood, it looked at the sky that was being reshaped, and in its dying gasps of pain, it said:
"But I have fought the battles I should fight, and I have walked the path I should take. I have kept the path I should keep with difficulty. I don't expect any glory or praise to last forever for me. I can finally go home.
Accompanied by my brother and guided by my brother, I will embark on my own destiny.
Can you pray for me?
Velen.
Just like we did before, every troubled night, let me find peace in the sound of scripture."
"Of course, my brother."
Velen, whose body was mutilated in the fierce battle, hugged his brother tightly, surrounded by the gentle Creation Force, under the calm gaze of Sarkir in red, and under the call of the kingdom of the dead.
He released Frostmourne's sword hilt and reached out to stroke Kil'jaeden's lost luster eyes.
He said warmly like those nights 20,000 years ago:
"May Holy Light bless you and me"
"Buzz"
Like the last surge of an ocean wave.
In the package and engulfment of Creation Force, White-clad Death God and Great Demon Lord disappeared on the surface of the surface where Gleam was enveloped in a faint blue luster, like a curtain slowly closing, announcing the eternal end of an era.