Demon Assassin Akali screamed with a distorted face:

"You've been pestering me for almost 4 years! Why don't you just die!!"

"Give me what I want...and I'll let you go! You 'delicious' little girl..."

Black Shore's scarlet tongue licked her lips. The crazy gesture made Akali feel as cold as a poisonous snake. But before Akali could retort, there was another one behind her.

The sharp breath rushed straight to the back of his heart.

It's Shore!

Shore took advantage of the opportunity!

The deadly killing formation formed by the two Shores made the Demon Assassin feel the impermanence of fate. But unfortunately, under the extremely malicious force of fate, she had no way to escape.

On the other side, in the city of New Lordaeron, Arthas holds the justice of the holy light and the knights in imperial power armor, like a man of justice shining with the holy light, slashing and killing crazily in the demonic position. Behind the Grand Duke,

The citizens of the empire who were encouraged to have courage also instinctively charged forward following the shining holy light.

But there are too many demons...

There are so many that even the shining plains are filled with crazy demonic armies. This time, they are coming in full force. This time, they are coming for complete destruction.

"Holy light is above!"

Pope Chaldea Morgan held up a shield of holy light at the White Tower City Port to keep the demons out of the city, but when he saw this doomsday scene as predicted in the scriptures, even this

The Chosen One of Holy Light, who had seen countless big scenes, felt his mind swaying.

Is this the true strength of the Burning Legion?

Is this the terrifying sight of the stars?

Azeroth, facing these endless demons, does it really have a chance of winning?

As if...as if in response to Chaldea's question, at the next moment, cracks in the world of death suddenly appeared, cracking open over every city in this world.

Black, cold cracks, a completely different force from the real world, echoed in this world of death and on this battlefield. Chaldea and the demons besieging the White Tower City Port raised their heads and saw the cracks.

Above, a mechanical giant in the color of holy light is holding a heavy mechanical staff and looking at the world from the clouds.

Alonsus Fao.

He was reborn in another form, right here, right here, returning from the world of death and continuing to defend his people after death.

But he is no longer him, no longer the Holy Light Pope, no longer a Holy Light believer.

"No need to be afraid anymore! No need to be afraid anymore!"

"We, the dead...are back!"

Faao's low, metallic voice echoed in the White Tower City Port. His "righteous" body took a step forward, like a legend patrolling the clouds. Behind him, the neatly arranged metal warriors, dimly

The descendants of the mechanical gods of the Blade Legion are like endless meteors falling from the sky. They are the dead. They obey the will of death. Whether it is destruction or salvation, they will follow it forever.

"Devil! Surrender to the Dark Blade Army!!"

"justice..."
Chapter completed!