After eating all the food, you were dead from the beginning, leaving only a weak soul. That may have been a disaster, but now, you should feel lucky for it."

"I will not allow a true ancient god to exist in Azeroth, but you...maybe you deserve to be spared by me..."

Tyrion looked at Xalatath's purple eyes that seemed to be able to speak. He coughed lightly, nodded towards the purple-haired beauty with no hair in front of him, and said in a matter-of-fact tone:

"Then, kneel down."

A trace of resentment appeared on Xal'atath's face. She knew what Tyrion's request represented. The arrogant elf in front of her was asking her to give her loyalty. However, this was not a great, powerful one who shouldered the void.

The mission of the ancient gods should be done. Before her, in the journey of the void corroding several universes, in the wars in which countless stars fell, no ancient god had ever succumbed to other forces.

She... doesn't want to be the first traitor!

That is not only embarrassing, but also... very dangerous! There is no room for traitors in the void.

"I can't do this!"

Xalatas used a seductive voice and assumed a pitiful posture. She shook her perfect body that was so dazzling that it was difficult to think about, and she begged:

"If I betray the Void... my fate will not be easier than death. I can't do this! Please, I can do things for you, but I can't... I can't..."

The sobs of the beautiful woman in front of him made the great lord sigh. The tender Tyrion seemed to be moved. He straightened up and stretched out his fingers towards Xal'atath. The fifth ancient god did not dodge, letting the cold fingers touch him gently.

Touching her cheek, the great lord caressed that face. He pulled Xalatath's body close to him. In a very ambiguous gesture, he was like a lover, stroking the hot ears of Miss Fifth Ancient God.

Bian whispered:

"My dear Xal'atath..."

"If you die...or if you don't die, what will be your fate..."

"Does it have anything to do with me?"

This question caused the naked body of Miss Xalatas, who was caressing the great lord's chest like the most gentle lover, to suddenly stop in place. At this moment, all the emotions on her beautiful face disappeared and were replaced by

With a cold attitude, she pushed the big lord's chest with a look of disgust, letting herself stand in front of Tyrion again.

She snorted:

"This is the man...ha"

The next moment, the young lady knelt down in front of the great lord very decisively. She lowered her head, like the most loyal guard. Seeing this action, a satisfied smile flashed across Tyrion's cold face.

, he stretched out his hand and stroked Xal'atath's long purple hair, as if stroking his own pet.

"So good..."

"Bang"

The power of death touched the body of the fifth ancient god. Behind her, the Blade of the Dark Empire that originally existed as a body... suddenly collapsed!
Chapter completed!