Volume 9: Disaster Chapter 569: Four Gods Become One
Just as Murphy was observing the Abyss Fleet, the Abyss Fleet also discovered the Storm Dragon King Fleet.
"Lord Ner'zhul... we have discovered an Alliance fleet flying a four-winged dragon flag... do you want to... do you want to..."
The orc sailor asked fearfully to Ner'zhul who was floating on the bridge , causing Ner'zhul who was meditating in the void to slowly open his eyes.
He has already changed into a completely different person now. He continues to absorb the void power of the ancient gods, causing his body to undergo uncontrollable changes.
The orc's originally muscular body is now extremely bloated and deformed. His body is covered with eyeballs and black and purple blood vessels. Twisted tentacles extend from between his arms, and his two legs have transformed into huge wriggling appendages. His entire body is shrouded in a layer of void force field that seems to be real. The whole shape is distorted, disgusting and terrifying.
Ner'zhul could sense the fear and hidden disgust of his orcish subjects.
In fact, even he himself hated his ugly appearance. From the perspective of a traditional orc's aesthetic, this uniform was not beautiful at all.
Even among the abyss orcs who generally have deformed appearances, he is the ugliest one.
Orcs worship muscles and strength, and worship strong bodies full of power. However, the body before them can only be described as horrible and grotesque. It is strong, but it has nothing to do with beauty. There is absolutely nothing amazing and admirable about it.
But it's all worth it. Compared with the power you gain, being a little ugly is nothing.
This is how Ner'zhul comforted himself.
Moreover, when his plan is completed, when he has obtained all the powers of the ancient gods, gathered the power of the void into one body and became the incarnation of the void, then he will be able to freely shape this body of flesh and blood and create any appearance he wants.
Ignoring the orc sailor's frightened expression, Ner'zhul said in a strange voice, "Let me see."
He looked in the direction of the sailor's finger, and a thought moved Ner'zhul - Eye of the Void!
A huge purple eyeball suddenly appeared above his head, quickly bringing the distant scene closer so that he could take it all in.
"It's actually him! Aidandelon, the ancient dragon king, defeated Gul'dan's humans!"
Ner'zhul was a little surprised that he seemed to always run into this guy.
"Master, do you want to take action?" Gugar asked eagerly.
Ner'zhul shook his head. "No, there is no need to create unnecessary trouble. Stay alert. As long as they don't attack, we should not take the initiative to attack."
As Ner'zhul spoke, he smiled sinisterly. He was very interested in this King of Ancient Dragons. He had joined forces with the King of Centaurs to fight him to a draw. Now he was able to defeat Gul'dan. The opponent's strength must be extraordinary. He was only one step away from perfection, so there was no need to take risks.
Sooner or later, the King of Ancient Dragons will pay the price for his disrespect to himself.
But not now, I have already obtained the power of the three ancient gods. As long as I take the last one, I will be invincible. At that time, no one can fight against me.
The two fleets gradually moved away and disappeared from each other's sight.
As Ner'zhul looked away, a deep voice sounded behind him.
"You let that human go? Why? Why didn't you launch an attack? Don't you have a grudge against that Aidan?"
Ner'zhul glanced at Deathwing. His entire body, now in human form, was shrouded in the shadow of the void. His eyes no longer glowed like hot lava, but were as dark as the densest night sky.
His expression seemed unreadable, but Ner'zhul still caught a hint of the change in emotion.
"Do you have a grudge against that human? "
"Humph, just a little old hatred. It means nothing in front of the master's great cause."
Deathwing was of course filled with hatred. He still remembered how his body was taken over and toyed with by someone, and even his son Nefarian died at the hands of the other party.
Of course he didn't care about Nefarian's life or death, but he must pay the price for playing with the dignity of the Black Dragon King.
But the hatred in his heart had to give way to his master's plan. The power of the void healed the wounds on his body, but also completely eroded his heart.
Although Deathwing was once evil and mad, he still maintained the dignity of a dragon king, constantly trying to fight against the whispers in his ears and the will of the abyss.
But now, he has completely become a slave of the void.
"Haha, that's good. We will soon arrive in Ny'alotha. The essence of the Old Gods has finally been gathered. I think your master can't wait for this great gift."
Deathwing did not answer, but looked into the distance with his dark eyes. A huge roar came from the front, and the maelstrom was coming!
The fleet stopped in the vast fog and looked for the edge of the whirlpool. A strange island appeared in front of the fleet.
The island is not big, but is covered with rugged rocks. It stands on the edge of a huge whirlpool. In the black mountains in the center of the whirlpool, you can vaguely see a dark cave leading to the underground.
Over there is a secret entrance to the sea floor.
When he accepted the call of the abyss, it was here that he met the ancient god N'Zoth, who gave him the Blade of Xal'atath the Black Empire.
Now that my mission has finally been completed, it's time to deliver the 'task'.
"Gurgaard, you stay here with the fleet, and the rest of you - follow me."
Ner'zhul, Deathwing, and a group of Ner'zhul's most powerful abyss priests followed him into the dark underground cave.
The dark tunnel was slimy and slippery, and the rock walls of the cave were covered with black-green mucus. The weird protruding stalagmites were like biological tissues. Walking in this tunnel leading underground was like walking inside the body of a monster, heading towards the monster's bottomless stomach.
Several Abyss Priests exchanged glances with each other.
Players who have been able to follow Ner'zhul to the present are basically all heavy taste types, either fans of Crimson horror novels or experts in horror games.
This strange scene before them not only did not make them feel nauseous, but instead made them extremely excited.
"Oh my god, this passage has such an atmosphere. The walls, the smell, and the decoration are so fucking cool."
"Yeah, yeah, it feels like an adventure in the Cthulhu mythology. Hey, did you hear the whispers of the ancient gods?"
"What whispers? I didn't hear them."
"Tsk, you're obviously a perceptive guy. I heard it all. It was so exciting. I even got goosebumps."
"If anyone has a psychic potion, give me a bottle. I want to listen, too."
Ner'zhul ignored the whispers of his men. At this moment, his ears were filled with the whispers of N'Zoth.
The voice was sometimes low, sometimes whispering, sometimes full of terrifying thoughts, and sometimes whispering with temptation.
Those whispers were meaningless, and no words could be heard at all, but they seemed to be communicating with him intimately and touching his soul.
It disturbed his mind, tempted his inner desires, and intimidated his will.
But Ner'zhul was extremely determined. He had experienced so many hardships and obstacles along the way and defeated so many terrible enemies. Nothing could shake his determination.
He learned this crucial lesson on his first day as a Shadowmoon Priest: to control power, rather than be controlled by it.
Suddenly, everything in front of me became clear.
The deep tunnel finally reached the end.
What appeared before everyone's eyes was an extremely magnificent city.
Looking from where they were, the city was of an incredibly large scale, filled with grotesque stone buildings, strange pyramids, towering obelisks, walls and temples engraved with strange characters, which were dazzling.
The dark red sky makes it hard to tell whether this is the bottom of the sea or hell.
The towering obelisk is engraved with strange symbols and words, and no one can understand their meaning.
The city seemed deserted, but if one looked closely, one could see tentacles and limbs wriggling among the lifeless buildings, twisted lives, and nameless creatures covered with eyeballs wandering in the shadows.
The whole city seemed alive.
And deep in the city, in a huge lake made of blood and lava, a huge monster like a mountain can be seen.
The Sleeping City of Ny'alotha!
Everyone was deeply shocked!
The players started taking photos hurriedly.
This is a mysterious map that no one has ever set foot on. Every photo in it can be used as a promotional poster for a horror movie.
When the group passed through the empty streets and arrived at the lake under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes in the dark, they finally saw the owner of this city.
The mountain-like ancient god opened its thousands of eyes and waved its thousands of tentacles. The overwhelming power of his will made everyone breathless. Just a glance was enough to make everyone seem frozen.
However, this did not include Ner'zhul. Ner'zhul and N'Zoth looked at each other with the largest eyeball in the middle of their bodies without fear.
N'Zoth (Old God): "Ner'zhul, you are finally here. You have done a great job. I can sense the vast essence of the void in your body. You have taken the essence of C'Thun, Y'Shaarj, and Yogg-Saron. Yes, you have taken the essence of those ancient traitors. You are worthy of being the one I chose.
It seems that giving Xal'atath the Blade of the Black Empire was the right choice."
Ner'zhul bowed slightly and said, "Of course that is correct. I have brought back all their essences according to the task you gave me."
N'Zoth (Old God): "Then, give these essences to me, and I will grant you great power, endless knowledge, and the secrets hidden in the depths of the void..."
Ner'zhul gave a grim smile, "No need, En'zoth, I will get it myself.
As soon as he finished speaking, the power of the void in his body was instantly released, and the powerful energy field made the surrounding light dim instantly.
N'Zoth (Old God): "You ignorant orc, you have no idea what a great existence you are facing. Do you think you can be fearless after defeating those weak traitors? I will let you understand what is the terror from the heart.
There is no hope for you in the Waking City of Ny'alotha. Come forth my servants, come forth my followers."
Countless twisted monsters poured out from the surrounding buildings.
Those are the Faceless Men, twisted monsters created by the Ancient Gods with their own flesh and blood. They all have octopus-like heads and faces.
Some are tens of meters tall, with a shell covered with spikes on their backs and a pair of huge claws.
Some are about the same height as humans, but have tentacle-like limbs, like soft-footed animals that have grown into human form.
They made indistinct grunts and rushed towards Ner'zhul and his followers like a tide.
"Stop them!" Ner'zhul ordered immediately.
The players immediately cast void magic, summoning an invisible barrier that surrounded the surroundings.
But Ner'zhul simply floated into the air and flew towards N'Zoth.
Without any fancy magic or sorcery, he simply gathered all the void power in his body and condensed the phantom of C'Thun behind him.
C'Thun's Death Gaze!
The huge shadow of C'Thun appeared behind him, and C'Thun's huge eyeball shot out a purple eye beam.
A purple ray also shot out from Enzos' largest eye.
The two void energies collided with each other, silently annihilating each other.
The surging void power in Ner'zhul's body poured out madly, but N'Zoth was also extremely powerful, especially in Ny'alotha, the city that belonged to him.
And its physical strength has an absolute advantage.
Countless tentacles swept towards Ner'zhul.
But Ner'zhul immediately released a second spell.
Yogg-Saron's Wheel of Fortune!
The violent magic power was instantly awakened, and all kinds of powerful magic began to be automatically released in the air around him.
Although it could not cause fatal damage, it successfully disrupted N'Zoth's rhythm and repelled the attacking tentacles.
Boom! The void barrier summoned by the Abyss Priests was finally broken, and the Faceless Ones surged towards Ner'zhul like a tide.
But Ner'zhul remained calm and released void energy, which turned into dark mist that seemed real.
The evil mist of Yashaji!
The pitch-black fog spread in all directions, and those faceless men instantly fell madly. Their eyes emitted a bloodthirsty red light, and their flesh and blood began to collide violently. They fought and devoured each other, and blood and flesh flew everywhere for a while.
All the abyss priests were also hit. Originally they could barely maintain their orc appearance, but now their flesh and blood expanded and they joined the monsters fighting each other.
"Master—don't."
The players cried out in fear, but Ner'zhul paid no attention. He had already sacrificed too much for this moment, so what if he sacrificed a little more?
The scene was in chaos at this moment. Only Deathwing stood there as if it had nothing to do with him, watching the fighting around him.
"Deathwing, kill him!" N'Zoth whispered in horror.
"Deathwing, don't interfere. What he can give you, I can also give you." Ner'zhul roared.
Continue to infuse the power of the void into the illusion of C'Thun, and the power of the Void Eye will become stronger.
Deathwing showed no intention of moving. "Don't worry about me. I will only serve my master."
Ner'zhul was stunned for a moment. Isn't N'Zoth the master of Deathwing?
But the battle left him no time to think.
The power of the void was released crazily. After all, N'Zoth's one eye could not surpass C'Thun's super big eye. The collision point of the void eye edge kept moving towards N'Zoth's body.
Closer and closer.
N'Zoth's thousands of tentacles were dancing wildly, and his thousands of eyes were opening and closing wildly.
However, faced with the powerful force of the three gods combined, he could only watch death approach.
N'Zoth: "No, Ner'zhul... you have been deceived... stop... or you will—"
Boom! The scorching flames burned N'Zoth's mountainous body, and his flesh and blood turned into charcoal under the scorching dragon flames.
Deathwing finally took action, but his target was not Ner'zhul, but N'Zoth.
It transformed into a dark dragon, spewing raging flames wantonly, as if venting the anger that N'Zoth had whispered in its ears for thousands of years.
N'Zoth was finally unable to withstand the power of Ner'zhul, and the Void Eye ray suddenly pierced through his huge single eye and penetrated his huge body that was as big as a mountain.
Ner'zhul was overjoyed. He had no time to think and immediately began to absorb the void purification in N'Zoth's body.
"Give me your strength, your flesh and blood, your essence. Come into my body and become one with me!"
The power of the void was madly extracted from N'Zoth's body and injected into Ner'zhul's body.
N'Zoth (Old God): "You fool... you have been... used..."
The sound was intermittent and became lighter and lighter.
His huge body, as big as a mountain, gradually shriveled up, and his flesh and blood lost its vibrant color, turning into black ash and disappearing.
When the last eye slowly closed, N'Zoth - was finally dead.
Perhaps it will regenerate tens of millions of years later, but at least now, it has lost its body and power.
“Hahahaha, I finally succeeded! I have obtained all the power of the void, I have seized all the ancient gods, and now I am the real god, I am - the will of the void!”
As Ner'zhul was excited, his body suddenly swelled up.
Something was stirring inside his body, and the violent power of the void seemed to want to tear his flesh apart and explode.
"No, what is going on? Obey me! I have obtained all the power of the ancient gods, why-"
Ner'zhul struggled to suppress his swollen and deformed left arm back to its normal size, but the power of the void immediately shifted to his right arm.
His body kept changing shape. The endless power of the void made it difficult for his body to bear and he was at risk of self-explosion at any time.
"No, you haven't obtained the power of all the ancient gods. There are not just four ancient gods, but five. There is also an ancient god - Xal'atath, whose power you have not yet obtained. Because of this, you cannot achieve balance in your body."
"Xal'atath? But it's already dead." Ner'zhul said in shock and anger. Xal'atath, the Blade of the Black Empire, was made from the remains of Xal'atath.
Deathwing said calmly: "The Old God will never truly die. The reason why it cannot be resurrected is because its heart has been taken away and sealed. As long as the Heart of Xal'atath is released, the power of Xal'atath will be reunited.
Only by absorbing the void essence of Xal'atath can you truly become the incarnation of the void."
Ner'zhul asked doubtfully, "Where can I find the Heart of Xal'atath?"
"The city in the sky - Kamyatra, that is a city belonging to the ancient dragon clan. Is the Heart of Xalatas sealed deep in the city?"
The city in the sky! Ner'zhul suddenly realized, "Then go and seize it, go and rob it." No, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, why was everything so coincidental?
It seems as if there is an invisible hand of fate driving everything.
He originally thought that the voice he encountered in the dark abyss was N'Zoth, but now he found that it didn't seem like it.
"How do you know all this?"
Deathwing smiled and replied: "Is this important?"
This smile made Ner'zhul feel like he was being plotted against.
"Say, I am your master, and you must tell the truth."
"As you wish, my 'master', I was once a member of the ancient dragons before being corrupted by the curse of the Old Gods. When the invasion of the Old Gods was defeated, Xal'atath was killed by the Dragon God, and its heart was sealed.
The Dragon God once foresaw everything in the future. The power of the Ancient Gods would be united into one and transformed into the will of the Void. In order to stop all this, he ordered his most loyal subordinates to take the Heart of Xal'atath to the Sky City and seal it.
If you want to gain the final power of the Old Gods and truly become the will of the Void, then you must seize the Heart of Xal'atath."
Ner'zhul felt the violent power of the void in his body and knew that he had no choice.
If he cannot tame the power of the void in his body, he must suppress this power at all times.
"So be it, Deathwing - take me to the city in the sky!"
