The surface area of ​​the Neorossa Sleeping City is not large, it is more like a floating island in the void that cannot be seen directly.

According to Saratas, this fallen city was rebuilt from the ruins of the Dark Empire that ruled the wild world millions of years ago. Perhaps it was sealed in the Battle of Lords after the Titan Guardians defeated Enzos, and its original body.

But the Guardians obviously made a mistake that cannot be considered a mistake.

The cage they left for Enzos was a bit large for a vicious and thief-hearted prisoner.

This is actually not a problem. If the changes in Azeroth's world evolved according to the "perfect blueprint" left by Titan, allowing the Titan creation system to last forever, no matter how capable Nzos is, he can only spend the rest of his life in his cage.

But the problem is that the Titan Guardians' system soon collapsed.

It was not caused by the attacks of foreign enemies, but a sad disintegration from the inside. There is a saying that the empire destroyed by the enemy can make a comeback, but the world that collapsed from the inside can only end in a sad way.

Traitors emerged from the Titan Guardians, causing the mythological era to end. In the countless times after the world's dominance was brought to the hands of ordinary people, these cages were not effectively supervised and managed.

So millions of years later, the cages of the three ancient gods were damaged, like rusty shackles. Just one opportunity was needed to reign over the material world.

"Cthun and Yug Salon are relatively simple. Their idea is to corrupt the world, fulfill their mission as an ancient god, and to trap Azeroth forever in the dark ages.

But this guy, Enzos, thinks a lot."

After finding Deline, Black and Saratas spent some time throwing him from Neorossa back to the storm furnace of the material world, and then continued to move towards the shell of Enzos, which was being attacked like a madly like a falling star, the mountain of flesh and blood standing deep in Neorossa.

While advancing on the increasingly rugged road, the pirates talked to Saratas about the ancient gods.

He said:

"Enzos not only wanted to regain power, but also ambitiously trying to rebuild the dark empire in the fallen era. For this reason, after the seal was loosened, it constantly sent its subordinates to search for the fallen land and unite with other sins. What exactly did it want to do?

Is this a plan to take away the poor family business of the other two 'brothers', complete their own 'coronation', and become the monarch of the Dark Empire even in the cage?"

“This is actually very normal.”

Saratas said casually and lazyly:

“Azeroth was sent to five ancient gods’ void seeds, but they shared one of them when they fell into this world. The ancient gods were in a cooperative and competitive relationship, my little master.

Only one ancient god is destined to enjoy the heart of the fallen world to swallow the world's nutrients and complete their promotion in the void system.

Nzos is the most cunning of us.

It is natural to plot against other ancient gods, especially after the most powerful Seven Evil Demon Yashaji was killed, its ambitions have expanded more and more during this million years of imprisonment.

To be honest, seeing Enzos secretly create such a big scene makes me feel proud and jealous... Maybe I have really wasted too much time on boring 'entertainment'."

The Essence of the Void said sadly:

"As the only free ghost of void, I should have been the one with the greatest advantage, but unfortunately, I have achieved nothing for millions of years."

"Didn't you meet me?"

Black "comforts" to:

"Serve me well, you and me are one. When I rule the world, isn't it equivalent to you having the authority of Azeroth?"

"But you wanted to 'kill' me just now."

Saratas' tone was even more sad.

She said:

"You don't love me at all, you're just using me, you're no different from other unfaithful people who hold me, and you're just as lacking in vision, you're just more cunning and mysterious than them.

Maybe I should abandon you ruthlessly when you need me the most like I was abandoning others."

"Are you willing to bear it?"

Black smiled and the stinky pirate looked at the "Void Battle Clothes" that were shrouded in his body, and said in a gentle tone:

"Aren't I already falling into the void? You have won a lot. Just work harder and I can be tempted by you and become your minister."

"I have deep doubts about this."

Saratas lost interest in speaking, her voice dimmed in the pirate's ears, saying:

"But the damn temptation that comes from your soul makes me unable to stop... Alas, you are my nemesis of the fate. I am tired and want to rest for a while, and wake me up after finding Mavie.

I'll remind you one last word, little master.

Mavie Shadow Song is more complex and mysterious than you think. The woman is superb and has taken root in your heart after just two contacts.

You may not have found out, but you are falling.

You should probably learn some lessons from my failures and stay away from her...Believe me, it's for your own good."

Black shook his head.

This Saratas is the Son. Why did this "fraud" skill suddenly slip away so much after going to the foreign domain?

All said, don’t say “believe me” when you lie.

It seems that getting along with the black dragons will reduce IQ, and always playing simple modes is harmful to intelligence.

He complained a little, then quickly moved forward again, and in a few minutes he reached the foot of the Flesh Mountain where Enzos' shell was located.

There are no traces of obsidian-built buildings here, which are like the culmination of the weird and disgusting "ancient god-like ethics" like the Storm Furnace.

The purple-black horny flesh and blood formed the mountain, and the stalks of the eyes that grew everywhere seemed to be degenerate, while the abyss tentacles covered with flesh and blood armor and pale barbs were squirming.

Countless filthy blood was flowing backwards, and those sticky blood drops like flesh and beast formed the outer edge of the mountain.

They curled, roared, and swayed to form the strongest direction to the body of Enzos consciousness.

Countless flesh-and-blooded shapes that blend with fear meandered out of the towering dark bodies, chanting the depraved words of Enzos, spreading everywhere in this mountain of flesh-and-blood.

If you want to meet the gods and blaspheme the gods, you have to pass them first!

This is the core of Enzos's Dark Empire, this is the throne of power that the corruptor dreamed of. It learned from the lessons of the last failure and realized its lack of combat effectiveness.

So it took millions of years to build flesh and blood walls outside its throne.

And its essence, like a real god, stands on the top of the flesh-and-blooded mountain, observes everything with its black and yellow eyes and rulees everything.

If an ordinary person comes here, just looking at this dark peak will make his mind cramp and die of fear. Even the strongest among mortals will kneel under the depravity of Enzos when he has no external force to protect his mind.

Even though Black was covered with the power of the essence of the void, the moment he stepped on the mountain of Darkness, he still felt a suffocating pressure on the void that was almost suffocating.

Everything that you hear, see, smell, and sense is squeezing his mind, and even causing illusions to appear in front of the pirate. A white light flashed in front of his eyes.

In the white light, a huge eyeball could be vaguely seen staring at him.

"I saw you..."

The whispers of the fallen void lingered in the ears of the pirates, but Black was not afraid. He knew it was just an illusion. At the moment when a moonlit war god was killing here, Enzos couldn't do anything to deal with him.

As long as he is not afraid, this illusion will not hurt him.

So facing Enzos's depraved whisper, Black stretched out his left hand and gestured a universal friendly gesture, continuing to strode forward to climb the heights of the Dark Mountain.

Many flesh and blood beasts surged out from the terrible scars surrounding the fallen stars and the dark moon, and they rushed towards Black in an attempt to stop him.

The pirates don't even look at them.

With a turn of fingers, the tide scepter fell into his hand.

With a wave of his hand, the howling void creature was evaporated to death by screaming.

Perhaps it was Black's illusion, but after he stepped into Neorossa, the tidal scepter became very "active". In addition to the few magic locks unlocked by Dean Blue Moon, the magic locks closed by Queen Azshara quietly opened a trace of it for him.

This greatly increases the power of the Tide Scepter in the hands of the pirates.

The originally obscure magic flow also became smoother, as if the power of the scepter was completely open to him. This discovery made a fleeting smile bend the corner of Black's mouth.

He knew there must be something wrong with this.

But he didn't want to pursue this problem now, so he waved the scepter in his hand and danced forward like a magic wand.

"boom"

The water column that quietly appeared was strangled like a sharp knife, guarding the faceless man who was chopped and rushed to the pirate. He then quickly cooled down the hot magma-like fallen blood.

There was even a stream of cold air that frozen all things gushed out from the scepter, wrapping around the pirate, and any flesh and blood that approached him would be ruthlessly frozen.

At this time, Black was like a high-speed moving turret, and more like a magic demigod with full firepower, making his way to climb the Flesh Mountain extremely smooth.

It was even overdoing the stage.

"boom"

Black, who was advancing at high speed, flickered away from the spot. At almost the same moment, a meteorite wrapped in hot moonlight roared and smashed into the place where he was before him.

The meteorite fell at a high speed on the mountain wall of the fallen flesh and blood and blasted a magma-dreaming wound, and the subsequent burning of the hot moonlight caused the creations that surged from the fallen blood to be burned in an instant.

The pirate raised his head and a dark and deep moon appeared in the sky shrouded by the glory of Enzos. Around the reflections of the galaxy, there were falling meteors falling from the sky every moment.

This scene was shocking.

The pirates knew that this strange scene was the supreme magic of the Moon God's belief system - the falling of stars. When Prince Farodes, who specialized in the "meteorite" magic, taught him, he also gave an example of this magic.

This magic is the most powerful of all meteorite-related magic. Only the high-level Moon Sacrifice can be favored by Eluen and be given such power.

Black looked back at the cracks that were blasted behind him.

The meteorite just now did not attack deliberately, but because the pirate had entered the effective range of the magical magic of falling stars. He no longer stayed and advanced towards the flesh and blood mountain in front of him.
To be continued...