Chapter 928

"As you wish!"

Like the towering Pangu giant, the huge dark Titan (Azeroth is proportionally smaller than the earth) roared and jumped on Fisher.

The golden sword in Fisher's hand soared to tens of thousands of meters long. The blade tore space and latitude and drew a cut.

The golden psionic blade hit Sargeras and opened a huge wound on the other party's body. The shining hot energy spewed out from the wound, but Sargeras didn't realize it. When he approached Fisher, he punched out and hit Fisher backward.

"This is not your war. Why should you intervene!"

"Because I have nothing to do with sin!"

Fisher waved his guns and swords together, stabbed, chopped, stabbed and slashed, drove Sargeras back, and opened several wounds on him. Although Sargeras had no weapons, his body was placed here, and his fists came down. Fisher's ears were dizzy, and the surface of the golden armor warrior Avatar was also cracked one after another.

However, these cracks were quickly repaired. As a super Saal Naga, who inherited all the essence and inheritance of sarnaga, Fisher now has no need to consider whether he will die or not. The Big Bang is also a matter of 30 to 50 years when he goes back to the void. Sarah's attack is enough to kill a passing Oman Suhl, but he wants to kill him. It's far from it!

Unlike Fisher, the wounds he had opened to him were not deep, but the essence of his life had been running away. The power from the void prevented the healing of wounds, and even tortured him like bony gangrene. Fisher also pulled out a holy light from time to time, not treating himself, but treating the wounds.

It's hard. After choosing to degenerate, Sargeras has completely lost touch with the holy light. Fisher's holy light can instantly pull Arthas, who has become the king of meow, back to the paladin and take the scalded Sargeras to grin.

Knowing that he might lose again, President Sargeras tried to destroy the core of Fisher's Avatar. As a result, the flame heavy fist hammer evolved, but there was an empty space in his body, because there was no core at all and it was condensed by Fisher's psionic energy. Sargeras punched down and hit a wound comparable to the East African Rift Valley, which could heal in an instant.

Fisher took his chance, stabbed Sargeras in the stomach with a sword, and then stabbed Sargeras in the knee with a long gun.

With a painful cry and cosmic shock, Fisher twisted his long gun and forcibly broke Sargeras' leg.

Titan's blood like magma spewed out and fell into Azeroth. Finally, it rained magma on the Dragon sleep temple, so the shivering guard dragons hiding in the temple lost more than half of their mouths in an instant. Sargeras's blood is highly toxic to them, and they will die if they get a drop!

SA, who had broken his leg, was even more angry. He urged his life force to repair his limbs. On the other side, he fought back against Fisher more and more madly. His waist was stabbed. He ran into Fisher and was ready to pull out the sword and cut it back, but the next second, the blade caught an empty space.

Looking at the big sword inserted in his body, but he couldn't touch the entity at all, Sargeras really blew up.

"What magic is this?"

"It's just the transformation of sub space and real space. You're also the boss of the Burning Legion. Don't you understand?"

"Poof..."

Mr. SA, who had been stabbed by Fisher before and had no call for a broken leg, was sprayed with blood at this moment. These blood beads soon condensed into a dense meteor shower and hit Fisher opposite. Then Fisher pulled amansur in front of him.

The father of all gods, who was sprayed by Sargeras, ran away with disgust on his face. While running away, he also looked at Fisher with sad eyes, but what could he do? He couldn't beat Sargeras, let alone Fisher.

Sargeras, who was hit by the sword, only felt that his eyes were dark and he was a little overwhelmed, but he still pulled himself together and tried to fight fisher to the death. Then the next second, his right leg disappeared again.

Master Fei, who was determined to fix President Sa's feet until he died, began to attack the road. He didn't want to defend. Let him fight. Now they just open a blood tank to change blood. President Sa can't change Fisher.

The leg was cut off again and again and repaired again. Finally, President Sa couldn't carry it. He climbed in front of Fisher and tried to hold Fisher's neck with both hands. Instead, Fisher broke his wrist a little bit, and then he was caught on his shoulder armor and lifted it.

"Now, it may hurt a little!"

Fisher grabbed Sargeras, fixed him, and then opened Sargeras with a half charged main gun.

"You!"

Looking at the supreme glory that appeared at an unknown time, Sargeras knew that he had completely failed this time, and the Titan would die, but he didn't think that his death would be killed by his opponent.

"Never!"

Sargeras, who was inexplicably burning in his heart, roared and stimulated every trace of strength of his body, and his whole body began to turn blood red. Then he used his last strength to drag his body to the Pantheon Titan hiding aside.

"Don't come here!"

Amansur looked at Sargeras with a crazy look. His beard was almost scared. He and the Titans behind him kept attacking to stop Sargeras, but the other party was determined to pull his back. Even if he was scarred, the goal remained unchanged.

Oman sur tried his best to suspend Sargeras, but the explosion could not be stopped. Although the self explosion of the dark Titan was not comparable to the star, there was still a huge shock wave, pushing out the entire imperial fleet. Azeroth also shifted a little because of this.

As the shock wave dispersed, the seriously injured omansul appeared to cry without tears. Although Sargeras's self explosion did not take him away, it took away the weakest Titan in the Pantheon, while the rest were injured, missing arms and legs.

Although these can be repaired, I don't know how long it will take for them now.

The Pantheon has little power now. The surviving Titans need to cultivate themselves and take care of Azeroth. It can be said that the era of Titans is over.

"What's next, your majesty?"

Returning to Azeroth, Fisher, who changed his robe, lay leisurely under the world tree listening to the song. When the prophet asked him about his next work arrangement, Fisher raised half of his body and pushed away his sunglasses.

"After fighting for so long, of course, it's music and dance!"