" Lady Calindris, High Inquisitor Qormaladon, Gorewrath the Flesh Ripper."
Jiang Jie gazed at the three High-tier Legendary demons, a faint smile on his face.
Even within the Burning Legion, there aren't many Demigod- level powerhouses.
Tichondrius is the first lord of the Dreadlord, Mannoroth is the Pit Lord. They are already considered mid-level commanders of the Burning Legion, and there aren't many others on par with them.
These three in front of us are naturally not among them.
Therefore, their strength should not be greater than that of Tichondrius and Mannoroth.
The Burning Legion is largely a power-based organization; whoever is stronger holds a higher position.
Conversely, whoever holds a higher position will receive more resources and rewards, and will naturally become stronger.
Therefore, in the Burning Legion, there is almost no situation where a superior is inferior to an inferior.
These three are responsible for guarding an entire planet.
This planet is also a well-known Legion prison, one of the most important planets under the Burning Legion, second only to Argus, Mardum, and the ancestral planets of several other important demon races, such as the ancestral planet of the Dreadlord, which has been destroyed by Illidan.
To be qualified to oversee such a planet, these three must be among the best in the High-tier Legendary.
They are no less capable than Lord Jaraxxus.
But more importantly, each of them possesses a divine artifact.
The T'uure fragment in Lady Calindris's possession is undoubtedly a powerful artifact comparable to the Fist of Tyr. Although she hasn't yet fully controlled it or unleashed its full power, it's already formidable...
Jiang Jie could sense the two fused powers.
Without a doubt, Lady Calindris, combined with some of the power from the T'uure fragment, still possessed an energy level comparable to that of an ordinary Demigod. While not quite reaching the level of a true Demigod, she was certainly one foot in the fold.
He's on par with Uther now.
"It's mine now! Nicholas, I'm doing this for your own good! I helped you absorb the Shadow energy from the T'uure fragment so you can use it!"
On the Light and Shadow Taiji, Miss Xal'atath stared longingly at Nicholas, her expression saying, "If you don't let me make a move, I'll cause a scene."
"Alright, she's yours!" Jiang Jie chuckled.
There's nothing to worry about.
With Lord Jaraxxus around, they are already a formidable force against Xal'atath, not to mention Anveena and Fist of Tyr.
The fragments of T'uure do indeed contain Shadow energy and evil energy approaching Demigod level, but most of them are evil energy, and the Shadow energy is not as much as one might imagine.
After all, it hadn't reached the end of its life; it had merely been corrupted and controlled by Fel.
Even if Xal'atath absorbs this energy, there's nothing to worry about; it won't grow much stronger.
Moreover, T'uure's Holy Light still exists, only it is imprisoned.
That portion of Holy Light energy is stronger than that of shadow.
As for whether Xal'atath might want to directly possess the T'uure Shard, transform T'uure into Dark Naaru Shard, and then absorb its power?
impossible.
What good are the power of the Old Gods?
Xal'atath was ultimately not a true Old Gods.
As long as she is incorporated into the Three Talents System, and as long as the Three Talents remain unbalanced, she will never be able to rebel!
The young woman transformed into the form of a human female Priest, stepping out of Jiang Jie's body, holding her original dagger in her hand.
The dark dagger flowed with purplish-blue Shadow energy. The eyeball on its hand opened, and even a glance at it was enough to send chills down one's spine, as if falling into an abyss.
Countless Shadow Bolt were launched, transforming into Shadow Bolt Volley that the demons attempting to approach had no way to resist.
Xal'atath is an artifact that was sealed away by several other Old Gods, preventing it from using its full power independently.
But now, she belongs to Jiang Jie.
She was casting a spell, which meant Jiang Jie was casting a spell.
Therefore, she can exert a portion of her power, no more than that of Demigod, which is a power that the Three Talents System can control.
Any more than that, and it won't do.
Two spellcasters nearing Demigod status, and two artifacts imbued with both Holy Light and shadow, began their fateful clash!
Inquisitors are a special position within the Burning Legion, specifically responsible for judging prisoners defeated and imprisoned by the Legion, and extracting crucial intelligence from them.
Every Inquisitor is a powerful Shadow and Fel spellcaster.
These figures, shrouded in black trial robes and floating in mid-air like ghosts, had bull-like horns on their heads and exuded unsettling shadows and Fel.
Hundreds of judges gathered together, and the most powerful among them was the High Judge.
Even within the Burning Legion, such characters are rare.
Each high-ranking judge has received ample blessings and possesses Legendary- level energy fluctuations.
And the one before us is an outstanding high-ranking judge.
He was holding a longbow in his hand.
This is a longbow that resembles a phoenix spreading its wings.
Compared to the famous " Sunfury Bow of the Phoenix " and the even more famous " Quel'Thalas Golden Bow," this bow, though less well-known, is actually familiar to any High Elf:
Thas'dorah.
Shortly after the founding of the elven kingdom of Quel'Thalas, skilled craftsmen took a branch from the Mother Tree in Eversong Woods and carved it into Thas'dorah, which has since been a family heirloom that the Windrunner family is proud of.
Like the later Thori'dal, this longbow was nurtured in the Sunwell for a long time, flowing with the power of the Sunwell.
So when Anveena inside Jiang Jie saw it, she exclaimed in surprise, feeling a connection with him through blood.
Thori'dal was given to Jiang Jie's daughter by Anveena, and Anveena actually missed him a little.
"It's mine! It's mine!" Anveena shouted, gripping her staff, her eyes gleaming with a golden-white light.
"Then he's yours!" Jiang Jie smiled, and Anveena separated from his body, floating in mid-air.
Hundreds, even thousands, of demons have already launched their attack.
Among them were judges, Felguard, Succubus, and other miscellaneous demons.
There are more than a dozen varieties.
Each and every one of them is the cream of the crop.
Any one of them would be a match for a mid-level Paladin of the Order of the Silver Hand, let alone High-Ranking Paladin.
However, the surge of Arcane energy and Anveena's relentless barrage of spells Parry the demons.
"Don't run! You're mine!"
Anveena had no interest in the other demons and charged straight at the High Inquisitor.
She was only interested in the divine bow in the hands of the high-ranking judge!
"Then, I'll take the last one!"
Lord Jaraxxus emerged, holding the Scepter of Sargeras.
He was tall, standing at least seven or eight meters tall.
He was strong and muscular.
But the " Gorewrath the Flesh Ripper " standing in front of him was much more massive.
This was a gigantic monster, ten meters tall, and extremely robust, with an bloated body and a weight at least five times that of Lord Jaraxxus.
This one-eyed monster was enveloped in a ghastly green, malevolent energy. A seemingly rough but actually very sturdy suit of armor tightly bound his body, and the battle axe he wielded in his right hand emitted energy fluctuations almost as powerful as Scepter of Sargeras.
" Jaraxxus, I know you! You have betrayed the Legion, and you will be punished by the Legion! I will tear your body to pieces and devour you!"
The Fleshrender roared and charged toward Lord Jaraxxus.
Lord Jaraxxus clearly recognized him and was wary of him, having no intention of engaging in close combat.
He quickly created distance, launched a ranged attack, and began casting spells!
Two mid-ranking commanders of the Burning Legion were locked in combat.
Arcane, Fel;
Holy Light, shadow.
Four types of energy surged across the land and sky, creating torrents of energy.
Undoubtedly, most spellcasters cannot cast spells here. It is a magically chaotic area where spellcasters below the Legendary level are almost unable to cast spells, while spellcasters above the Legendary will also be affected.
Teleport?
Almost impossible!
Almost, but not all.
There are always exceptions.