I traveled through time and space and became the Archbishop of Stormwind!

Alvin was not feeling well at this time either.

His shadow form became increasingly unstable. If it weren't for Xal'atath strictly controlling the output of shadow energy, Alvin would be in danger of being swallowed at any time.

Just like last time on Stormwind Wall.

The black energy storm was like an invisible giant beast, roaring madly and tearing the surrounding air into pieces.

These black energies penetrated through his skin like thick ink.

From a distance, Alvin no longer looked like an ordinary human being, but a living being composed of shadow energy.

His body seemed to be swallowed by the darkness, leaving only a translucent outline.

Like a little black man!

He just stood there blankly, like a black clay sculpture, as if he had lost his soul.

Alvin in the shadows struggled to open his eyes, his gaze fixed on Solanlian, the elf who was once as beautiful as an angel but was now eroded by the shadow energy to the point of being almost unrecognizable.

Half of Solanlian's body had been swallowed by darkness. Her fair body turned into deep sea blue, and her eyes flashed with a cold red light.

The Scepter of Sargeras flickered coldly in the darkness, like the tip of a spear from the void, ready to reap Elvin's life at any time.

The figure of the black elf grew larger and larger in Alvin's sight.

Her staff is already raised high,

Prepare to deliver a fatal blow to him.

Alvin still stood there stupidly. Although others couldn't see it, his face was full of struggle and pain. He was experiencing an unprecedented war in his heart.

His heart was filled with self-blame towards Solanlian. He was careless and underestimated the enemy and failed to protect his lover.

He hated the cruelty of his enemies, allowing Gamaran to turn Solanlian into what she is now.

He also hated his own powerlessness, unable to stop all this from happening.

Various thoughts and emotions filled his brain and fought against each other, making his mind even more unstable.

Should we fight back or give up?

Should I die at the hands of my beloved, or end it all with my own hands?

"Idiot! Kill him now!"

Sarthas's voice suddenly rang in Alvin's mind.

The voice no longer sounded as if everything was under control as usual, but rather rather anxious.

"But, I...can't..."

"If you die, everything will be over!"

Xal'atath roared loudly.

"Your current state is extremely unstable! If you continue like this, your spirit will collapse!"

"me......"

"Shut up! Leave everything to me! The body belongs to me now!"

As Sartharion said this, he drove Alvin's weak spirit back into the depths of his consciousness and forcibly took over his body!

Weird things started happening...

Alvin didn't dodge. His body floated up as if swallowed by darkness. He trembled slightly, and then the shaking became more and more violent.

Suddenly, the priest in the shadows let out a strange, shrill laugh, full of madness and ominousness.

In the distance, the prophet Jamalan, who was watching the battle nervously, narrowed his eyes. He quickly sensed the ominous aura.

His brows were furrowed, his hands were clenched into fists, and his mouth was half open.

He looked at Alvin and muttered to himself: "This is... this is..."

As a priest who had always served the evil god Hakkar, he immediately felt that things before him had changed dramatically.

The aura emitted by that human being at this moment,

It is an existence that is much more terrifying than the pressure exerted by the Blood God Hakkar when he descended into the real world.

The troll's face turned pale in an instant.

His throat seemed to be blocked by fear, and he could only let out a low roar.

He stamped his feet vigorously and shouted to Solanlian: "Kill him! Long ears! Kill him!"

Hoarse shouts echoed in the air, as if foreshadowing the impending disaster.

When Solanlian heard the order, her body immediately accelerated, aiming straight at Alvin like a sharp arrow.

However, a cunning smile appeared on Alvin's face, which was obscured by darkness. It was a smile that would never appear on his face, the smile of Xal'atath.

Sartharion floated in the air supported by shadow energy, and a black round hole suddenly appeared behind her, like a portal to an unknown world.

Without hesitation, she dove in and disappeared into the darkness.

Solanlian's attack missed instantly. She stood there in a daze, looking around for any trace of Xal'atath.

At this time, Jamalan, who was watching the battle, also realized that something was wrong.

He called out to everyone to look for Xal'atath.

However, a black round hole opened silently behind him!

Sarthas floated out with a smile, his arms surrounded by darkness, tightly hugging Jamalan's head from both sides.

The arrogant Jamalan was instantly grabbed by the head by Xal'atath like a powerless hen.

The troll was terrified. The cold touch of those hands was like the deep chill from hell, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

The troll, unwilling to give up, immediately launched a counterattack, using his signature skills.

Brainwashing magic came out from his hands and hit Sartharion's body.

However, the troll's magic, and his hands...

It seemed weak and powerless in front of the shadow storm raging around Xal'atath and was torn apart in an instant.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The troll let out a shrill scream. His hands had disappeared, leaving only two broken arms with visible bones!

"How dare you attack a god?"

Sarthas sneered and began to absorb Jamalan's energy.

"I heard you're very good at sacrificial rituals. Why don't you sacrifice your soul to me?"

She held Gamaran's head tightly in her hands and began to pull the troll's soul out of his body!

The troll's eyes rolled up quickly, his saliva flowed, and his body began to tremble violently!

His vitality and soul were quickly pulled out of his body between Xal'atath's hands!

Transformed into the energy of Xal'atath.

In just a few seconds, Jamalan's body stiffened, his soul was completely sucked away, his body hung limply on the ground, only his head remained in Sartharion's palm.

"Is it over so soon? How boring!"

With a flick of his hands, Sartharion tore Jamalan's head off his body, and held his fangs in front of his eyes to take a look.

"It's ugly and disgusting, and has no collectible value at all!"

Just say it, with a pinch of both hands, crush the prophet Jamalan's head to pieces!

"who is the next?"

As Sarthas looked around, he saw not only Solanlian not far away, but also the stunned Atal'ai priests and the giant bear Green Shadow under the altar.

When he saw the green shadow, Sartharion frowned.

"It's a pity that you've lost your power, otherwise you would be good nourishment for me. But if I were to attack you, I'm afraid Alvin would not agree, hehe."

"You, who are you? Do you know me?!"

Green Shadow had already noticed Alvin's mutation.

She keenly felt that the person inside Alvin's body at this moment was not Alvin, but another ridiculously powerful being!

"As for the rest of you, come here!"

Sartharion ignored the green shadow. She raised her arms high, and shadow energy raged around her, as if a dark ocean was surging in her hands.

Suddenly, countless tentacles stretched out from the invisible shadow energy and rolled towards the trolls under the altar!

These tentacles are like octopus tentacles, with amazing strength. After pulling the tied troll down, they quickly open the suction cups on them and stick to the troll's body!

The suction cups were like huge mouths in the abyss, instantly sucking up all the trolls under the stage, leaving only pale shells.

The Atal'ai priests who had resided in the sunken temple were devoured silently and completely...

"Looks like there's still time..."

With a sinister grin, Sartharion floated out from the black hole that appeared behind Solanlian, and held Solanlian's head with his hands as before.

"I need to deal with this elf who wants to kill me..."