Chapter 694

Kil'jaeden realized something was wrong the moment Veron crushed the black crystal in his hand.

The underground of krokun is the site of the broken people who live like rats. The demons have not tried to disperse these disobedient rebels in the past two thousand five thousand years, but their sweeping effect is very little. On the one hand, the terrain of krokun mountains is too complex, on the other hand, the number of broken people is very small.

More than 2W broken, sounds like a lot, but sprinkling in the broken mountains is like sprinkling a drop of ink in the sea.

All the demons, including Kil'jaeden, have never faced up to the existence of krokun crushers, and they don't think these crushers will cause them any trouble. But at this moment, when the purple light shines in the zigzag mountain cracks under the surface of krokun, the great demons are shocked!

"Stop! I command you! Stop

He rushed to Veron. The fiery red flame gushed out of the surrounding space like a cracked volcano, and the shining shadow Nova was blocked by the holy light barrier under the old prophet's waving cloth. The great devil's anger was beyond words, but at least at this moment, his anger could not change anything.

"Boom!"

The unimaginable purple power storm exploded from the mountains below the crokuhn plain. Hundreds of thousands of magic bombs gathered together. Countless violent magic powers combined, pulled, fused and extended with each other. Finally, it turned into a chaos and crazy energy aggregation visible to the naked eye, tearing the crokuhn earth in the moment of appearance, It's easy to tear the demons running on the earth into pieces.

It's like a crooked purple storm. In a twinkling of an eye, it straddles the earth of krokun and the dark starry sky of Argus. When the magic converges to this degree, even Veron can no longer control it. It will swallow everything to maintain its stability. When this stability can't be maintained, it will explode, Tear apart everything around you, most of crokuhn's land!

"You lunatic! You'll be torn to pieces, too! "

The flames behind Kil'jaeden are constantly swaying under the rendering of this magic storm. Everything around seems to be in a typhoon of magnitude 10, deflecting in the direction of the storm. With the haze of AGUS, this scene is just like the end of the world.

His claws were pounding and tearing on the heavy wall of light, and he roared, but Veron was not too surprised.

"AGUS, I think it's better than destruction. Instead of letting him lose all his dignity in the deep torture, it's better to destroy him like this..."

Veron waved his left hand, and another heavy sword of light fell toward Kil'jaeden's head. His old voice was as loud as thunder,

"I will not let my world go to despair in your rampage! I'd rather destroy it! "

He looked at Kil'jaeden with a smile called sacrifice on his thin face,

"I've lived a long time, my friend, and Argus fall together, this is my glory!"

"Madman! You are out of your mind

Kil'jaeden's nostrils were full of flames. His left hand pointed to the sky and cried out,

"All starships, target the magic storm of crokuhn plain, destroy it before it reaches its most destructive power!"

At the next moment, the heavy hum resounds through the sky. At this moment, it even beats the sound of the magic storm. Looking up, the huge star ships appear among the stars in the sky, which is the symbol of their entering the atmosphere from the star field. The main guns of the assault star ships spin at high speed, and then start to charge.

The muzzle of the super large star ship ignited different colors of light. Looking from the ground to the sky, it was like a new star light in the dark.

It's like tearing up the light of darkness, but it's a sign of nurturing and destroying the future.

The purple magic storm is still shaking violently. It is expanding almost at the speed visible to the naked eye. Wherever it goes, no matter it is the earth or the demons who are running away in a hurry, everything can not break away from the terrible traction brought by the violent magic.

Those demons are floating in the air, dancing and trying to escape, but whether they are the lightest flame imps or the destruction demons with unparalleled brute force, everything is pulled into them, torn into dust by the violent magic. The land in the middle of the crokuhn plain has been smashed, like a rift valley to the core, and on the edge of the battlefield, The shatters and the spirits struggled back into the line.

It's like facing the natural calamity, no matter the evil demons or the righteous soldiers, they all choose to stop at this moment, and the voice of the great demons resounds throughout the audience.

"Shoot me!"

"Boom"

At this moment, thousands of light from the sky, dark green, shadow, hot, cold, all the energy with an irresistible madness pierced the expansion of the magic vortex, forcibly destroyed the stability of the magic storm, in the destruction light that lit up the whole night, the rapid expansion of the magic storm is like a mad balloon.

Expansion... Rapid expansion, like two sharp, central huge energy mass, where the internal magic rampant, at the moment of reaching the limit, when the external magic storm can not restrain the violent bombardment of magic, it will spray out the internal Destructive Magic in all directions in an irresistible form.

"Kuang Kuang"

The soldiers standing on the ground even felt that the earth under their feet jumped up at this moment. After two violent shocks, it returned to calm again. However, the mourning of the earth went deep into the ears of every survivor. The huge storm of magic spread wildly impacted on the left and right sides of the plain, and the huge floating city of varagal lost its balance, After the violent shaking, it finally stopped in the sky.

It's all over the place.

The devil, who could barely stand, looked back and could not help but take a breath at the miserable scene.

Crokuhn plain is no longer... The second line of defense connecting the crushers has become a crack in the earth. Looking down from the sky, it is like a smiling face that has been blown open. The layered crust completely disintegrated in the explosion, leaving only the burning magma at the bottom.

The deep crack is hundreds of meters and the radius is nearly hundreds of kilometers. This is a natural chasm that the ground forces can't surmount. This big explosion was obviously intentional. It didn't even destroy the main body of the crokuhn mountains. It just destroyed the plains full of demons. It was like a black forest cake sprinkled with chocolate crumbs, and the most delicious part was bitten off by one bite.

A blow... Just a blow, it destroyed nearly a third of the demons in the crokuhn plain, more than 100000 elite demons, so it was buried.

"Cough..."

Lying on the ground, Veron coughed and struggled to get up from the ground. Just now, the magic storm with a huge force hit the city defense of varagal. Veron distracted himself to control the city's defense shield, causing himself to be impacted by the magic storm.

But before he got up, Kil'jaeden's claws hit him in the face. The burning evil fire hit the prophet's body from the ground into the air, and then hit the ground hard. The black gem rosary beads in his hands scattered on the ground in this impact, like some kind of clear sound.

"Devil! Let go of the prophet

The heroes fighting below see this dilemma. They rush to the big platform of varagal. Torrim, the most violent character, holds up the hammer of Northland storm in his hand and attacks Kil'jaeden in the form of lightning. However, torrim is slapped by the devil who has been burned to the extreme by the anger stimulated by failure.

Demigod's power is a limit. Whether it is hodir, torum, Freya or heimdar, they can't defeat Kil'jaeden in the battle of 1v1. What's more, cunning demons won't give them a chance to fight fairly.

Hodir set off a cold and piercing storm, as well as torum's thunder. Under the leadership of heimdar and Al, who are burning with golden flame, they rush towards Kil'jaeden, but they are forced to retreat by the burning flame of the great devil in the air.

"Come out, my servant, stop these guys! Don't let them disturb me

The huge portal opens on the big platform of varagal, and two huge figures come out of it. One is the oversized ganerger devil, whose body has more than 75% of its limbs modified by special offensive weapons, just like a flesh and blood spreading robot. The other is the form of the Dreadlord, but without the unique bright color of nasrezim, It's white, and it looks like it's been transformed.

"Don't let me down, jingalos, walimassas!"

Kil'jaeden gave a command, and he no longer cared about the battle between the guardian and the Demon Lord. He took Veron by the neck with his left hand, pulled him to the edge of varagal, and pointed to the cheering broken and the spirits below,

"Look, the people you've sheltered are cheering their victory... Yes, you've played some amazing gadgets, but do you really think you can win and see hope?"

"Veron, I know..."

Kil'jaeden lifted Veron's body into the air. His vicious eyes were full of indescribable madness. He bit his teeth and whispered,

"I know you're going to encourage them with hope or something, but I tell you, I'm going to let you see with your own eyes how I'm wearing away their hopes bit by bit! I won't just kill you... I'll let you experience the taste of despair first, Veron... I won't kill you, I won't... I'll let you watch the day when the Burning Legion invades Azeroth, and I'll let you live to see that day! "

With that, the great devil raised his left paw and stretched out a finger. As he and Veron watched, the main guns of the demon starship, which were densely existing in the atmosphere, began to adjust their direction and aimed at the gathering position of the destroyers and spirits under the city of varagal.

Kil'jaeden had a cold and cruel smile on his face. He looked at Veron and his finger bent slightly.

"Bang"

Two people in front of the sky suddenly lit up at this moment, all the darkness is illuminated, the endless light gathered into a dazzling white light, people can't help but close their eyes.

Veron struggled to get rid of Kil'jaeden, but the great devil didn't mean to relax at all.

After the light of the bombardment dissipated, Kil'jaeden snorted. The defense line under the city was not completely destroyed in the bombardment. On the contrary, a layer of energy shield with colorful light curtain was placed horizontally in the sky below the city, blocking the salvo fire of the main gun of the star ship.

Veron's eyes flashed a glimmer of happiness. This is the big energy defense device that dick bought from the star consortium. They have been preparing for Kil'jaeden to command the main gun salvo of the star ship for a long time. Fortunately... Fortunately, they were prepared in advance.

"Ah... The virtual spirit thing, you are really prepared enough..."

Kil'jaeden gave a cold snort, stretched out a finger again, and bent it hard. "Let me see, Azeroth's iron will can withstand several artillery attacks!"

"Boom!"