Volume 9: Disaster Chapter 577 Everything is...over
The rock-like body suddenly grew larger, and powerful force surged out of it. Murphy felt that the power in his body exploded like nuclear fusion, uncontrollably transforming his rock-like body and his blood like liquid gold.
The Ancient Dragon King's body continued to expand. As it expanded too quickly, the dragon scales that originally tightly covered his entire body could hardly remain intact. Cracks appeared on the Ancient Dragon King's body, and red lightning gushed out wildly from between the cracks, as red as blood.
Because of the experience from last time, this time, the crack did not look so ferocious. The surging dragon thunder surrounded the Ancient Dragon King and attached to the Ancient Dragon King's body in the form of red ions.
That terrifying aura easily overwhelmed the ancient dragon at its peak state.
Morpheus froze there completely, his mind was blank and there was only despair in his heart.
But instinct still drove him to launch a final charge. This time, the Ancient Dragon King did not confront him head-on, but instead spewed out red thunder.
boom!
The scarlet dragon thunder illuminated the entire sky, casting a scarlet glow over the sky city.
Dragon thunder baptized the body of the Black Dragon King, destroying its dragon scales and burning its flesh and blood.
The Black Dragon King had difficulty moving forward, but still marched forward tenaciously.
The violent impact produced a huge shock wave, razing everything around it to the ground and shocking the entire sky city. Ancient rock dragon lizards fled in panic, dragon thunder elements made excited sounds, high walls, temples, and buildings, everything was slowly collapsing.
It's like the end of the world.
When the vibration disappeared, when the red light disappeared, and when the smoke and dust dissipated, the Black Dragon King finally fell to the ground with a bang, and his huge body took on a gray hue.
The huge black basalt-like body was constantly turning into dust, which was falling to the ground.
His body quickly shrank and eventually turned back into human form.
Lying on the ground motionless.
Time is up.
A great dragon is dying.
The eight ancient dragons watched this scene and felt unprecedented fear and sorrow in their hearts.
Although countless dragons have died in the past years, none of them have truly died of old age or natural causes. Their long lifespan makes them seem as immortal as the world, but that is just an illusion after all.
The dragons will also die. Now when this scene really appears, they suddenly realize this.
Is this the death of the dragon race? Turning into dust? Disappearing between heaven and earth... What a humble way to die.
Morpheus' eyes were hazy for a moment, and he could hardly feel his own body. He was like a soul wandering in the world, between existence and non-existence.
He vaguely recalled this feeling when he awakened from ignorance. When Murphy played a black dragon, he gained his own rationality in that dramatic moment, gradually found his own cognition, and understood his own existence.
That's the feeling.
It turns out that birth and death are so similar, the only difference is that with birth the world gradually becomes clearer, while with death the world gradually becomes blurred.
Morpheus's vision blurred for a moment, and when it became clear again, a figure appeared in front of him, overlooking him.
Murphy looked at the extremely familiar face in front of him, and the eyes looked directly into his.
Morpheus opened his mouth and said, "Father, is everything finally...over?"
Murphy was startled. Father?
Morpheus said calmly, "You created me... Although I don't want to admit it... but..."
Yes, it was I who created this strange life in front of me.
Murphy sighed, he squatted down and held Morpheus' head on his knees. Morpheus' lower body had turned to dust, only his head and upper body remained relatively intact.
"It's all over." Murphy said gently.
"Am I a... respectable... opponent?" Morpheus asked expectantly, his voice intermittent.
"Yes, you did well. You are the strongest opponent I have ever faced. A respectable opponent."
"Hehe... I finally got your recognition..."
A hint of relief appeared in Morpheus' eyes, and his gaze gradually became vague.
Murphy suddenly thought of a question, perhaps this is the last chance.
"What are you doing all this for?"
"Of course it's for... freedom."
"But you are free, right? From the moment you left Dalaran."
"No... As long as these chains remain... As long as the world is still in the hands of the Invisible Mother... there will never be freedom."
Perhaps it was a last gasp of inspiration, Morpheus' voice suddenly became coherent, "When I got rid of you, I thought I was free, but no, I just moved to a bigger prison, nothing has changed.
As for others, they faced an even more tragic fate...
But they had no idea of the impending disaster.
You understand what I'm saying, right, father...
But I can change all this. There must be a reason why I was created. It was fate that chose me. At least that’s what I thought…
Maybe it's just my illusion."
His waist and abdomen also turned to ashes. One of his hands turned into the color of mud, but the other hand tightly grasped Murphy's right hand, looking unwillingly at the Dragon God Throne not far away.
Murphy followed his gaze and said, "Even if you step onto that step, the Dragon God Throne will not accept you. Without the immortal body of an ancient dragon, you cannot bear the power of the Dragon God. You are doomed to fail."
The corner of Morpheus' mouth twitched in self-mockery, "I know..."
He slowly closed his eyes.
However, as if remembering something, he opened his eyes again.
He looked at Murphy with a hint of hope.
"Promise my father... to give freedom to this world... this is my only request as a son."
Murphy did not respond. He never made promises easily. Until Murphy's eyes gradually became disappointed and gloomy, he sighed. "I promise you."
At the last moment, he seemed to see a glimmer of relief in Morpheus' eyes.
However, perhaps it was just an illusion. Morpheus did not respond to him again. His remaining body turned into dust and was blown away by the wind.
Only the hand that was tightly holding Murphy's still maintained a relatively complete shape. When Murphy spread out his hand, a piece of rock fragment appeared in his hand from the ashes.
Dragon Soul!
For some unknown reason, Morpheus did not use this artifact until the last one.
It should have been an exciting thing to obtain a divine weapon so easily, but looking at the dragon soul in his hand, Mo Fei's heart was as calm as water, with neither sadness nor joy.
Morpheus is like his past, a forgotten game character, a past lost in time.
Its existence has never been paid attention to or valued, but when this virtual character was deleted, Murphy still felt a little sad.
[System prompt: Black Dragon King Morpheus is transferring the power of earth protection to you. Do you accept it?]
The power to protect the earth? Murphy hesitated for a moment and accepted it!
The power of the earth—cast!
At this moment, eight ancient dragons slowly landed around Murphy and bowed their heads to him in a gesture of submission.
Lysajes said in a deep voice, "Lord Aidandelon, the prophesied moment has arrived. Please ask the Dragon God to return to his throne."
"I still need authority." Murphy said lightly.
The four guardian dragons looked at each other, but Kalecgos remained very calm. Lord Aidandelon already had the arcane authority, so he should be fine.
Alexstrasza and Ysera were both a little nervous. It would be too frustrating if they fell at the last moment before the Dragon God returned.
But he couldn't leave even if he wanted to, because Morpheus was gone, and now only Aidandelon had the qualifications to ascend to become a Dragon God.
If they run away, they will become rebels of the Dragon Clan.
Nozdormu, on the other hand, seemed to have anticipated everything and was not nervous at all.
Murphy glanced at the four guardian dragons one by one, but ultimately did not take any action.
As a dragon god, one must have the tolerance of a dragon god. Maybe they had been his enemies before, but the moment he became a god, these guardian dragons would all become his subordinates. There was no need to sacrifice a general for the sake of power.
Besides, he still has a magical weapon in his hand that he can use.
Murphy gently stroked the Ring of Domination on his ring finger, and the pleading cry of the remaining soul of Sargeras rang in his ears.
"Don't kill me, you promised me."
"I lied," Murphy said.
Snap, the Ring of Domination shattered instantly.
The authority of evil energy - forged!
Murphy walked slowly towards the Dragon God Throne. The ancient stone steps that had originally rejected Murphys were no obstacle to him. One step, two steps, three steps.
The throne was getting closer and closer, and Murphy felt an indescribable ancient breath, as if he was returning to his old home, kind and familiar. He felt as if he was walking towards the starting point of the universe, and as if he was walking towards the end and destruction.
But Murphy felt neither sad nor happy, and his mind was as tough as ancient rock.
He slowly walked to the throne, and the moment he touched the throne, his figure turned into a white light and disappeared into the throne.
"It's time for you to go away, Ner'zhul." Deathwing's calm voice suddenly contained a hint of impatience.
"Deathwing, you dare to speak to me like this. Don't forget that you are a servant of the void..."
Deathwing turned his head suddenly, and light was flowing in his dark eyes .
"It won't be that soon. The Dragon God has returned. My sins will soon be redeemed, and the power of the void will no longer be able to control me. While I am still a member of the void camp, I suggest you get out of here. Otherwise, stay."
Ner'zhul was stunned for a moment. He could see that Deathwing was not joking. Deathwing always made him feel lifeless, but at this moment, this guy seemed to come back to life.
"Damn it, let's go!"
Gate of the Void!
He waved his hand violently, and a void rift like a black hole appeared out of thin air. The Faceless Men and Void Orcs all rushed into the rift in panic.
Ner'zhul took a last angry look at Deathwing and followed him in.
The black hole disappears.
Deathwing also stayed calmly again.
"It's time to meet the Dragon God."
