Chapter 693

The spirit of Titan is not so easy to kill.

To be exact, in the face of this super creature that has already surpassed the imagination of ordinary people, even if you hold a sword, it is difficult to pierce their spirit.

For Dick, who has come to the last step of demigod's existence, it is very difficult to kill the spirit of Titan. He once talked with the creator about the existence form of Titan. According to Iona, the body and soul of Titan are not 100% linked.

They are more like two separate individuals, the spirit of Titan has become one, and the body of Titan is more similar to Dick's angel of order incarnation, just like a shell, a weapon, just to carry the existence of the spirit of Titan container, with this container they will be complete, but without it, they will not die.

This is the reason why nogannon can still collect the Titan's soul in a special way after he split the land of peace naharan in Sargeras. The spirit of Titan is actually the essence of Titan. After the soul is strong enough, the body will not become a necessary thing to maintain existence.

"It's hard to kill you."

Dick looked at the lightsaber of order which dissipated rapidly under the erosion of gray fog in his hand. Once again, he had a deeper understanding of the strength of Titan's soul. It was not so easy to die even if the soul was so tough.

Chaos was provoked by the order, surging more violently in agrama's body. Looking at the eyes that had completely turned black, there was no more time for Dick to consider. His hands retreated, and then he turned into claws and thrust into agrama's body.

The fusion of spirits is like the beginning of the fusion of bodies of both sides. Dick's figure becomes pale in the air, like a light turned off, melts and enters the spirit of fallen Titan in the form of flowing energy. The sword just now has proved that it is impossible to suppress the chaos of agrama only by simple order, Therefore, it is necessary to enter the spirit of Titan with this more excessive order, and suppress the chaos by the existence of Dick.

Cut off the chaos!

"Entering your body, entering your soul... This feeling is really bad!"

Make complaints about Dick's spirit before it melts completely. At the next moment, his environment suddenly changes, and from the burning magma of all around it becomes a difficult environment to describe the existence. The curtain of black and white intertwined light is like the control of the place of light, in the black and white conflict. The vanishing light is just like the gray streamer, which represents the track of infection.

This is the spirit body of agrama. Dick looks up and looks up. It's like a layer of flowing liquid, large black, the color of pathological changes, and a touch of white that is almost driven to the end. It's the distribution of the soul and the symbol of power. Dick half kneels on the ground and reaches for a handful of liquid in the "sea of liquid" under his feet.

But the strange smell of chaos and order made the paladin frown.

Every drop of liquid here is the condensation of agrama's power... Is this the real existence of Titan? This kind of soul has condensed into the form of entity, which is a little too terrible.

"Little guy... Surprised?"

The tired voice sounded behind Dick, and the paladin clapped his hands. He stood up and looked back. What he saw was a black-and-white virtual figure, which was the embodiment of agrama's will. Trapped in the dark body and chaotic soul, he could only show his weak will in this place of will.

He didn't wear a wing helmet or armor. What he was wearing was just an ordinary robe, which was often worn by the guardians of audur. With a wooden staff in his hands, he looked like an old man.

"Agrama, have you not bowed your will?"

Asked Dick.

"Bow? No, no, No. I've never bowed my head in my life. "

Agrama raised his hand and looked at his gray arm. He said with a smile, "at the end of his life, I will not bow my head like this. I still want to tell Sargeras that he can kill me, but he can't make me bow."

Dick pondered for a moment. He looked up at the old shadow. "Then how can I help you?"

"You see that?"

Agrama did not answer immediately, but reached out and pointed to the black-and-white mottled space around him. "That kind of erosion, I thought it was just an ordinary evil thought at first. After hearing the murmur of chaos, I found that things were more than I imagined. It was chaos... Our first and final enemy."

"Sargeras tried to infect me with chaos. After the defeat of neharan, my will wavered."

The voice of the spirit of Titan rings, and the light forms a past image in front of Dick's eyes. What appears on it is the war scene of neharan.

Facing the split sky and the broken earth, countless creatures can do nothing but kneel down on the ground and cry. Agrama's body has been seriously injured, but he still waves the brilliant tisaracher and rushes to the sky. Outside the sky, there is a big bear burning red flame. It is he who smashes the planet with one sword.

That's Sargeras!

"Come on, kill me!"

Agrama shouts and rushes to Sargeras. Tisaracher's flame is almost condensed into essence at this moment. It is probably the most brilliant moment of this magic sword. The flame light it brings covers the surface of the whole planet. It seems to represent the future and hope of flame burning in all the great fragmentation and destruction.

But he was too weak by Sargeras' surprise attack, and his will was like a real unyielding warrior at this moment. But at the moment when Sargeras turned back, a burning black flame sword was cut off from the starry sky, and agrama roared. But in Sargeras' sneer, the sword struck, and agrama's body was struck by lightning, The boiling dark flame burned his body.

He fell to the ground like a meteor, but when he was about to fall to the ground, he was picked up by Sargeras. Of course, the dark Titan didn't want to save him. His five fingers were held together, and the burning black flame burned agrama's body. The badly injured Titan's body cracked and burned under this kind of pressure, and agrama uttered a painful cry.

He also saw Aona, the creator's figure in a flash, disappeared in space, her Titan's body had been smashed in the sword that split neharan.

This is a massacre!

"We made a big mistake."

Agrama's voice came to Dick's ears. "We never thought that Sargeras would become so powerful after he fell into the darkness. Even the father of the gods could barely fight against him. Moreover, he made a sudden attack, which was beyond everyone's imagination. We failed... My mind also collapsed in the Massacre... And then I became like this."

"Dick, I can see your heart... There are only three masters of order in this universe, Sargeras, me and you. When you master the strongest power against chaos, you are doomed to stand in a dangerous position."

Agrama opened his arms and his voice was like thunder from the sky,

"My experience has told you that order needs strength to support, but your strength is not enough... Come on, kill me, let me get rid of the order, inherit what I left behind, let me help you to complete everything you need, the seed of the final stage."

"Let me return to the world itself under the gaze of the spirit of the world, and let me push you forward with my death."

"AGUS... AGUS is the real decisive point in this war. Never ignore the power of revenge. Sargeras tried to transform us to form a dark Pantheon, but he has forgotten that the star spirit is the existence that inherits all good things and hopes, and is eternal opposition to the chaos that represents corruption and decline. He will never succeed."

Agrama stood opposite Dick, his hands open, like a cross standing in front of Dick's eyes, the black-and-white shadow, the final existence of the spirit of the star rendering like a mirage.

"I have looked up at this ancient starry sky countless times. I have tried to find the endless secrets hidden in it, but I have found nothing. Now, I will incarnate in the starry sky, and I will become a part of them. That will be the beginning of another journey."

Dick, who exists in the form of will, looks at the once vengeful Titan. He opens his mouth and seems to want to say something, but he can't say a word in the end.

"Don't try to save me, let me win the glory I deserve!"

"Don't be sad for my leaving, I'm there, I never leave..."

"The crystal that stores the souls of the father of the gods and other brothers exists in the depths of the universe. To find it, Dick, Elune, Iona, you and them, you are the real hope of rebuilding the Pantheon. This is your ultimate and greatest mission. Go on firmly."

Agrama came to Dick. The paladin held the sword shadow of order in his hands. Agrama moved forward and let the blade pierce his weak will,

"If the will lasts forever, the soul will last forever. The only way to kill the star spirit is to defeat his will, and his soul will be weakened and decomposed, leaving only a meaningless body. The body of Titan is only the carrier of the soul, and so is the meaning of the road of Titan. Only the strongest body can bear the heavy pressure of the huge soul."

"We are the spirit body, the existence and end of all things. All things have spirit, and the strongest spirit is Titan, star spirit Titan!"

The sword of order in Dick's hand melted in the embodiment of agrama's will, connected with the embodiment of fatigue, and began to dissipate from his feet, just like the quicksand blown by the strong wind. In the dancing of little light, his existence also quickly disappeared.

"Sargeras is on his way to Argus, dick... There's not much time left for you... Never give up hope!"

Until the last moment, Dick couldn't see agrama's face clearly. After the death of the incarnation of the will, Dick stood in the world which had begun to collapse quickly. Agrama didn't expect to live from the beginning. He insisted on it until his successor arrived.

In the place as like as two peas, the sword that was lost in the area of the gra Ma was almost identical to the salad that was held in the hands of the dark Titan. Dick knew that it was the last seed left by him.

With a sigh of relief, he leaned slightly towards the collapsing sky, and then stepped forward, holding the light and shadow of the sword in one hand. Unimaginable knowledge and some special understanding rushed into his will, just like opening a floodgate and releasing a flood, and broke his will in an instant.

When he came back to himself, he had returned to the incarnation of the angel of order, and the sword of order had been carried back behind him. On his left hand, he was holding the reduced tisaracher flame Ripper.

Dick held it in front of him, and the rusty dark red shell began to peel off quickly, just like rebirth, revealing the white and blue sword body below, as well as the Titan Rune engraved on the broken blade.

Tisaracher and his soul resonate like a humming song. In front of the crowd, in the endless void, the light of the pillar of fire in the dark red body's eyes has dissipated, just like a cold corpse. Agrama is dead, and the cage has lost its meaning of existence.

"Dick... He, is he gone?"

Elune's voice sounded, and the paladin nodded in silence, then looked at Azeroth,

"Start, with a war to crush the dark, for revenge Titan, for a great soul to see off!"