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Benedictus, having revealed his true form, was like a harbinger of shadow, exuding a strong aura of darkness.
Some of the Priest witnessed all this panicked and shouted wildly, while others remained silent and directly attacked the ordinary Priest who had no idea what was happening.
But just as they made their move, invisible sword energies spread out, instantly piercing through all the fallen Priest, those despicable Twilight Cultists, and then Jiang Jie's voice rang out:
"I am Grand Duke Nicholas Jiang of Grand Duke of Stromgarde. Go outside to heal the wounded and deal with the dragonkin; you are not needed here. Your archbishop has joined the Twilight's Hammer and is now the Twilight Prophet; you cannot handle him. He is mine!"
Grand Duke of Stromgarde?
Nicholas Jiang?
This title instantly stunned everyone.
In this day and age, is there anyone more Legendary or prestigious than him?
Even Uther the Lightbringer couldn't outshine him; everyone knows his heroic deeds.
A large group of people ran out, and a few who hesitated were quickly pulled away by their companions. In the entire underground tomb, only Jiang Jie and Benedictus remained.
"You should know that you are no match for me. Otherwise, you wouldn't have fled in such a hurry when Onyxia revealed your identity."
Looking at the Twilight Prophet him, and sensing the Shadow energy still emanating from him at the High-tier Legendary level, Jiang Jie smiled faintly, "You're not even as good as Onyxia, let alone compared to Cho'gall. I defeated both Cho'gall and Onyxia, and you still want to try?"
" Nicholas, mind your own business!"
Benedictus was dressed in a magnificent white priest's robe, holding a matching white Priest's staff, yet he was surrounded by dense Shadow energy.
He had transformed into his Shadowform, and his scattered spiritual energy constantly assaulted Jiang Jie's soul, but to no avail.
Benedictus's soul, in theory, shouldn't have reached the Legendary level at his age, considering that his teacher Faol, was only a regular Legendary.
It is likely that after becoming the Twilight Prophet, he gained some of the power of the Old Gods, which greatly enhanced his soul and spiritual power, making it seem almost tangible and enveloping the entire underground tomb.
But this is not the essence.
If Benedictus's mental power was like a dense, pervasive fog, then Jiang Jie's soul was like a solid rock, unmoved by any mental attacks from Benedictus.
"I told you, don't waste your energy. You can't even hurt me, let alone defeat me."
Holy Light spread, and everything around Jiang Jie began to turn from black to white, quickly pressing down on Benedictus.
Throughout history, the only ones who could rival Jiang Jie were those with higher energy levels.
Because of their numerous part-time jobs and the versatility of martial artists, only a very few Aegwynn Jiang Jie Medivh, can rival or even surpass Jiang Jie at the same energy level.
Even the Wild Gods or the Loa, when embodied with the same energy intensity, are no match for Jiang Jie.
Who does Benedictus even belong to?
Under the suppression of the Holy Light, the Twilight Tide retreated step by step. Benedictus's Twilight Shockwaves were shattered by Jiang Jie's Fist of Holy Light. Before long, he and the Shadow energy around him were compressed into an egg shape, powerless to resist.
Just as Jiang Jie said, he never took Benedictus seriously.
The only thing he cared about was the dagger that Benedictus had put away.
" Nicholas, you forced me to this! The Holy Light will inevitably dissipate, the Void will inevitably descend, and everything in this world will be plunged into darkness. I didn't want to touch the taboo, but you forced me to!"
Benedictus suddenly pulled out a dagger that resembled a claw, with a purple eyeball on its hilt.
The rotating eyeballs radiated an indescribable malevolence, and an even more terrifying darkness.
It carries endless illusions. Looking at it is like witnessing the end of the world.
Jiang Jie narrowed his eyes slightly.
The reason he didn't kill Benedictus immediately was that he wanted to see just how powerful this dagger was, and what kind of brilliance it could radiate in Benedictus's hands.
This is the real cat-and-mouse game, blatant flirting.
Even with the power of Xal'atath, Benedictus could not possibly be his match. No artifact could elevate a person's strength to such a terrifying level, and neither could Xal'atath.
Everything was under control, which is why Jiang Jie dared to give it a try.
Because once this dagger falls into your hands, you'll never have another chance.
" Xal'atath, the fifth Old Gods... I need your power... I will become your most loyal servant... I will serve you with all my might... to help you against the other four... The world belongs to the Void, to the Void under your control..."
A hint of hesitation appeared on Benedictus's face.
He had possessed the dagger for many years and had learned of its origins through various means, but he had never used it. Instead, he chose to seal it in the underground crypt of the Cathedral of Light, using the abundant Holy Light energy there to suppress it.
At that time, he had not yet joined the Twilight's Hammer Church and was still the beloved Archbishop of Stormwind City.
But later, he joined the Twilight's Hammer Church and still did not use the dagger.
Because of fear.
He gradually realized that his eventual joining of the Twilight's Hammer and becoming the Twilight Prophet was also due to the subtle influence of Xal'atath.
The Cathedral of Light itself contained Holy Light energy, the Holy Light energy of so many Priest, plus the spirits of the dead, yet it still couldn't suppress this dagger. This dagger is truly terrifying!
But now, he has no choice.
Under Jiang Jie's watchful gaze, he had no way to escape or fight back.
He could only place his hopes on this dagger, and on the legendary fifth Old Gods.
Xal'atath responded to his request.
An even denser Shadow energy emanated from Xal'atath and permeated his body.
His energy intensity increased rapidly, quickly reaching the peak of the High-tier Legendary level, but he did not advance to the Demigod level.
Because that's a different level, a level that can't be reached by relying solely on divine artifacts; he's still far from that level.
Even so, he was still very happy and overjoyed.
" Nicholas, let's see if you kill me today, or I kill you!" Benedictus roared furiously.
Jiang Jie's expression was solemn, yet tinged with excitement.
This is exactly the effect he wanted.
He wanted to see just how terrifying Xal'atath's power truly was.
It now appears that the energy contained within this dagger has reached the level of Demigod.
As for what level of Demigod he had reached, that was beyond his comprehension.
Jiang Jie stretched out his hands, clenched them into fists, and Holy Light and shadow condensed.
The two fists, one of light and one of darkness, are not simply a condensation of energy; they also contain an intertwined dragon shape.
Although it failed to achieve the True Dragon Form, it has completed eight of the Nine Resemblances of the Divine Dragon. The Light and Dark Twin Dragons are almost complete and possess about half the power of the True Dragon Form.
Their structure is far more complex than many Legendary spells.
Then, facing Xal'atath and Benedictus, Jiang Jie unleashed his most powerful double punches ever.
The next moment, the same look of astonishment appeared on his and Benedictus's faces. The difference was that, in addition to astonishment, Benedictus's face also showed deep fear and resentment.
Because of the energy fluctuations on Benedictus's body, he instantly plummeted from the Peak High-tier Legendary to the level of an ordinary Legendary level, even less than he originally possessed!
"No!"
With a piercing scream, the twin dragons of light and darkness pierced Benedictus's chest as easily as a bullet through a piece of paper, without any resistance.
The energy explosion collapsed many walls and completely shattered Benedictus's body.
Jiang Jie looked puzzled and asked softly, "Why?"
The energy dissipated and disappeared.
Amidst the ruins, a busty female human Priest, seemingly in her early twenties, tidied her disheveled sideburns, her face filled with melancholy.
"We can't win, so we're not fighting!"
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