"A few months ago, my legion and I killed Archimonde, the great demon who invaded the world. The dead saved the world with great difficulty, but you stupid living people made it a mess again! Me and

My subordinates wanted to protect you, but you chose foolish confrontation and regarded it as a kind of bravery!"

Tyrion's voice was full of sarcasm. He looked disdainfully at the war world below, and his voice became louder:

"It is easy to forget the people who have protected you, to easily forget the despair when life is left and the gratitude after being saved. This is human beings, no... This is the ugly commonality of all living people, night elves, high elves, orcs, dwarves

, it’s all the same, your stupid lives are worthless to save! So I launched this war, I want to crush you disgusting bedbugs to death!"

"But... a "great man" prayed to me, let me give you a way out, give you a chance to prove yourself... He is your emperor, Lothar... A man who is willing to help you cowards

The man who sacrificed everything is willing to trade his soul for your survival!"

"Frankly, it's a pleasant deal..."

"Wow"

Tyrion lifted the human emperor whose body had begun to decompose rapidly into the air. His weight was as light as a feather, but at such a height, few people could see the truth. Lothar's eyes and Tyrion's eyes

Looking at each other, the Dark Blade King whispered in a voice that only two people could hear:

"Have a good trip... Lothar."

"You too... and help the War Destroyer find a good master."

"Shua"

The Ashbringer, who was haunted by darkness, pierced Lothar's heart fiercely as hundreds of thousands of people watched. This scene made all human soldiers and civilians scream, with anger, pain, despair, and fear.

All emotions.

Some of the dizzy soldiers grabbed their swords and pounced on the nearest undead, but they were tired and easily repelled, knocked unconscious, or directly executed by the undead.

"Wow"

Lothar's "corpse" was thrown down from the top of the Dark Temple by Tyrion. The corpse seemed to be entangled in dark magic and began to burn in the air. When it fell into the air, it had been completely burned by the scorching flames.

It was swallowed up and turned into dots of star-like light, which sprinkled in the cold air, and the darkness was torn apart at this moment, and a scorching sun jumped out from the end of the sea.

In the rays of the rising sun, the last traces of Emperor Lothar's existence were completely melted like a feather of light blending into the sunlight.
Chapter completed!