MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-v2 Chapter 1894 22. Something seems to be broken

   Chapter 1894 22. Something seems to be broken

   Walking on the Yin-Iron bridge inside the palace of the ruling Sanctuary, Fenna, holding the little murloc, looked left and right at the silent and busy Abysssworn warriors.

   She was very interested in the Demon Abyss Colossus lined up in the hall waiting to be infused with energy.

Being sensitive to war, she can realize that those steel giants made of heavy spirit steel are very powerful weapons. They have no hands and are replaced by claw-clasp weapons shaped by chains and lantern-like spikes on their heads. Crowns, and howling souls are sent into them to make cores.

   That gloomy, powerful and rude aura made Fenna a little uncomfortable. She could imagine the brutal slaughter that these maw giants would cause once they appeared on the battlefield.

   Not to mention the scorched behemoths that are placed throughout the Sanctuary as guards.

  Those guys are just as tall as the Titan Thundercast Colossus, and their almost invincible brute force is shown by the viciousness and ruthlessness that flicker in their small heads shaped like steel skeletons.

   And there is a cold breath of death in the sturdy steel body, which shows that these war colossus can also manipulate complex and dangerous death magic.

   Such armies are scattered all over the Sanctuary of Domination, and every steel fortress built by Zovar in the Maw is full of pits and valleys, which proves that the younger brother's vigilance against the force of death is not groundless.

   At least as far as Fenna sees it, the Death Realm, which has not been paid much attention to, is indeed ready to deal with war. The undead natural disaster is just their vanguard, and their real army of destruction is still unleashed.

   This is a formidable group of enemies.

   But Fenna has other places to complain, such as:

   "Why are there symbols like 'chains' and 'spikes' on every type of soldier?"

  The idiot warrior walked forward, and Black, who didn't care about everything around him, complained:

   "Why does that sombre Zovar like these two things so much? Is it because he has been locked up by his own brothers and sisters for too long, so he has fallen in love with the chains that imprison him?

  Hey~ This Maw King is really a pervert. "

   "I advise you to say less."

  The pirate whispered:

   "This is other people's territory."

   "But I'm telling the truth."

   Fenna didn't care.

   Although these Deepsworns look fierce and terrifying, she has proven in previous battles that demigod warriors enhanced by the power of sin can still easily destroy them.

   In Fenna's simple thinking, what can be destroyed is never worth fearing by warriors.

   "Uh, about this, I think the warden's magic eyes who are floating behind your head and ready to give you a 'craniotomy' seem to have different opinions."

  The pirate threw the chain of **** in his hand and said something casually.

Fenna turned back suddenly, and saw three gloomy warden's eyes quietly emerging from the shadow of death, the eyeballs of those strange creatures shone with cold and ruthless light, and black energy gathered in the eyeballs on.

   "What are you looking at? Those big, uncomfortable eyes."

The    warrior grabbed the Titan killer by his waist and scolded coldly:

   "Do you believe it or not?"

   She followed Blake cursingly across the increasingly uncomfortable hall of the sanctuary, and finally entered the room the warden prepared for the guests under the cold gaze of a few demon eyes.

   I have to say that although Zovar is an idealistic and cold villain, he still has a superb understanding of enjoying things after experiencing betrayal and exile.

   At least the furnishings and layout of the room in front of you reflect the first-class luxury and comfort of the dead country, and even a bathroom is prepared for the guests.

   I don't know how He got these things in the lifeless ghost place like Maw.

   "Go take a shower."

  The pirate looked at the bright room in front of him, he nodded with satisfaction, played with the Chain of Domination in his hand, and said something to Fina behind him.

"Um."

   The elf warrior who was eager for rewards finally stopped complaining about this uncomfortable maw. She threw the little murloc out of her hand, hummed a song and walked into the bathroom, and soon there was a sound of water running.

   "By the way, brother, I just saw that the babbling guy gave you something? Is it a good thing?"

  Fina's voice sounded from the bathroom. Blake, who was lying on the sofa, looked at the chain of dominance in his hand and nodded and said:

   "Nice stuff, but unfortunately you don't have access to it, it's a real evil thing, you can use it to do some really evil things, never be curious about these things."

   "I know, I'll be out in a while."

   Fina's voice was filled with anticipation, but Blake's attention was all on the black chain in his hand:

   Name: Chain of Dominance [Incomplete]

  Quality: Death Artifact Divine Infusion [Psychic, Blight, Sin, Promotion, Judgment]

  Equipment attribution: Black Shaw the Silent

  Equipment effects:

   1. Chain of Binding:

  The Chain of Domination is specially created for the soldiers of the Eternals of Death to bind the exiled Zovall. The divine infusion from the Eternals makes it possess the most advanced [Binding] rule in the field of force.

  Any life bound by the Chain of Domination will enter the [Weakened] state. This effect ignores all power interference, and the duration depends on the target's godhead strength.

  The Chain of Domination has the compulsory effect of saving throw resistance to the life below [God].

Notice:

   The Chain of Dominance is incomplete, and after Zovar breaks free, the Chain of Domination becomes less useful to the Dead Eternals.

   2. The Chain of Judgment:

  Zovar was once the arbitrator in the Eternal Death. He was responsible for judging all the souls that fell into the shadow world. As an artifact that has coexisted with Zovar for countless epochs, the Chain of Domination also has the same power.

   All souls bound by the chain of **** will suffer the effect of [judgment]. The user can use the pull of the chain of **** to pull the target soul out of the body, and impose different degrees of punishment on the target to achieve the purpose of judgment.

   The duration of the [Judgment] effect only depends on the user's will. Since the chain of **** is not complete, the duration of this effect will be reduced when targeting [God].

  The Chain of Domination has the compulsory effect of saving throw resistance to the life below [God].

   Currently the number of targets that can be tried at the same time is: [20/20]

  3. Chain of Torment:

  The Chain of Domination is a torture tool. Any target bound by the Chain of Domination will feel pain. The residual power from the sin godhead can make the user apply [Soul Torture] to the target.

  The pain caused by this penalty is not exempt, and can be gradually increased according to the user's will until the soul is broken.

  Item Description:

  The Chain of Domination is the highest-grade artifact that can be born in the shadow world. It is an extension of Zovar's dominance. The warden gave it to you to represent his attention and goodwill to you.

Notice:

   This item can be regarded as a forging material, and by applying the power of different godheads and supplementing other materials, you can make a special artifact for the gods.

   "Compared to the generous you, Denathus the Great is really a stingy miser."

   On the sofa, Blake grabbed the Chain of Domination in his hand with a satisfied and happy expression, and shook it like a toy in front of him.

   There was contentment in his eyes.

   I also have a very good impression of the gloomy **** of Zovar, if nothing else, it depends on the extent of his lavish spending, which is enough to crush all the objects that Black has served before.

  Well, he's almost as generous as Mrs. Elune, Bai Fumei's boss.

  Send artifacts when you meet.

  If possible, Black would very much like to dedicate his fiery loyalty to Lord Warden without reservation, but unfortunately that gloomy bald head might not accept it.

   Those who are immersed in ideals are so difficult to deal with. They are not necessarily very smart, but most of them are not very willing to take advantage of others, which makes it difficult for many methods of the evil **** to be effective.

   "Brother, what are you giggling for?"

  The bathroom door was pushed open, and Miss Fenna, who was wearing a black nightdress she stole from Xalatas, stuck her head out and looked at the stinky brother who was laughing weirdly like a moron on the sofa.

   She doesn't hide anything, for warriors who go straight to the front, if you do something, you will get the reward you deserve.

   "I'm just thinking about how to cause some trouble for Mr. Zoval, you know, a bad guy like me is either harming people or on the way to harming people."

  Blake replied, without resisting Fina's approach, he raised his head and looked at her, unlike other beauties who maintained an abnormal relationship with the chip pirates, the skin of the elf warrior was not perfect.

   She always has such scars on her body, which are the traces left by the battle.

  Fina also never cared about maintaining her skin, she felt that these scars were proof of honor, all warriors thought so, and Blake was also a prodigal son who could appreciate all kinds of beauty.

He also thinks that such Fina has a unique charm, just like a panther queen walking in the forest, she does not win the appreciation of males with her weakness, her strength is enough to show her own The alluring temptation.

   From this point of view, Fina is by no means a stupid girl who doesn't understand fun.

   She is actually very smart, she knows the difference between herself and other women, and shows this difference as her sharpest weapon in front of her stinky brother.

"boom"

  Black was pushed on the sofa by the warrior queen.

  The war-hungry lady looks down on him like a hungry female leopard. She likes to take the initiative in any battlefield, and she is the only one who regards conquering the evil gods as a goal and realizes it.

   Today is another duel of warriors, and Fenna is as confident as an unyielding warrior.

   "Where's my reward?"

  The Warrior Queen asked.

  The suppressed pirate shrugged, his left hand shook slightly, and the chain of dominance he had just received wrapped around the confident Fina's sturdy thigh like a snake.

   This thing made Fenna let out a weak scream.

The momentum she had just accumulated also suddenly collapsed like a castle on the beach, and the irresistible curse of weakness erupted, making her lacking even the strength to lift her fingers, so she could only fall down like a doll. On the carpet in front of the pirates.

   "Evil stuff!"

   She scolded, obviously disliking this feeling

   But the evil **** likes it.

  Evil guys like to watch this kind of story of a powerful queen falling into a weak and desperate situation, and it has the same sense of taboo as the fall of the holy priestess.

   For the brave warriors who want to conquer the evil gods, the ruthless evil gods never show mercy.

With the powerful effect of the Chain of Domination, he made the confident warriors who came to crusade the demons fail unexpectedly without even moving a finger. Under the weak oppression of the evil artifact, Fina was quickly defeated. into a mess.

   "bang, bang"

   The knock on the door sounded at this moment, saving the despairing end of the sad warrior from being completely engulfed by the power of the evil god.

Blake, who was neatly dressed and did not move his feet, curled his lips and glanced at the frail idiot whose eyes were lost as if they were broken. He shrugged, put away the "Finner Noble Phantasm" and wrapped it around his wrist, and strode to the room. in front of the door.

   Outside the door stood a Lich-like Archmage of the Deepsworn, holding a weapon that Black was very familiar with.

   "Ah, I love her new look, so cool!"

   The evil **** nodded with satisfaction, stretched out his hand to take the Sarameni Divine Sword from the Deepsworn, and took it into the room, admiring it carefully.

  After the strengthening of the power of dominance was completed, Salamaine still retained the scorching shape of the past, with two sharp blades, one long and one short, perfectly integrated into the common blade.

There are more shining death runes on its double blades, which are almost the same as the inscriptions on the Frostmourne sword, probably to express the sincerity of the Maw King. The **** rune of this Mourning Blade is more More Frostmourne.

   On both sides of the once smooth blade, more savage and destructive shark-like serrations have also been reshaped, giving the once elegant fairy sword a more brutal sense of power.

  The hilt and gauntlet were also remodeled in Maw style, and the dull thorns shone with a gloomy light, making her look even more indifferent.

The whole sword radiated a faint blue light in Black's hand, and the cold wind blew his mind without waving it. Wen also lit up with a faint purple light. Obviously, she retained the perfect fit for power that she possessed.

  The pirate held the cold blade of mourning with both hands, and as a purple ball of light emerged from the dent in the center of the sword, the blade of mourning split into two with a slight rubbing sound with both hands.

   is still the original feeling and the original taste.

  Blake became more and more satisfied with this sword, he let go of his hands and let the two swords float beside him, and said again:

   "Why so silent? My dear sword girls, shouldn't the reunion with the master be more warm?"

   "We are so sad, badass master!"

   The unruly Eremeni said in a dull tone:

   "You left us in this hellish place and let those undead do something to us"

   "Hey, don't be so outrageous."

  Blake rubbed his forehead with a headache and said:

   "Besides here, I can't find any other place to make you complete, right? Besides, you guys are weapons, isn't it common for contacts in forging?"

   "But there are other women around you when we meet again!"

  The always well-behaved Shalator also became angry. She made a sharp noise in the air, and her cold blade hovered in Blake's ear, and said in an indifferent voice:

"Maybe our sisters should kill that shameless woman to guarantee our place in your heart. We're not boasting, dear master, even an ancient **** like Xalatas can't resist our sisters. the blade."

   "That's right."

   Black Sword Swordsman screamed harshly, and she shouted:

   "The master belongs to us. According to that strange engraver, as long as we kill enough powerful souls and devour their hearts as much as possible, we will one day have a perfect spirit body.

  We can do some shy things with the master when we have a body. You no longer need other women, we can meet all your needs. "

   "Hey! You two!"

  Blake grabbed the trembling hilt of the double sword with both hands, frowned and said:

   "Did the engraver instill some strange power into you when he completed the final completion for you? Why is there such a crazy idea?"

   "No, that's how we are, Master."

  Salator whispered in a soft voice that made Blake tremble:

   "Only when the weapon and the user truly become one can we unleash all our potential and destructive power. We only understand 'love' and, by the way, the beautiful emotion of 'jealousy'."

   "We know the taste of sadness."

  Eremeni's blade was close to Blake's neck, and the second girl Jianniang seemed to transform into a sad young woman of literature and art, and said softly:

   "We long to be by your side, and do not wish to share your glory with other souls, please use us to your heart's content, Master, you will eventually know that all the feelings in the world are no match for the company of weapons.

  Only we have 100% loyalty to you. "

   "Frankly, your change scares me."

Blake combined the two blades in his hand into one, wore it behind his back, and hid it with the Luna Armament. He looked at Fina who got up from the sofa and tried to escape. make a sound.

   He rubbed his chin and said:

   "Looks like I'll have to talk to the engraver. Of course where are you going after punishing the less docile warriors? My Fina, don't you want a 'reward'?

   I was about to talk to you about this, about you who have been more and more indulgent lately

come over! "

   (end of this chapter)