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

Alvin flew forward and cut off a piece of the jigsaw puzzle on Muru's body with one knife.

Muru screamed violently, but Alvin remained unmoved.

The robe of eternal light billowed in the light leaking through the dome of the hall.

He picked up a crystal that Muru had dropped on the ground with one hand, and golden light dust seeped out from between his fingers.

"Look at your hypocritical face!"

Alvin's bloodshot eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he suddenly thrust the greatsword in his right hand into the Holy Light Core in the Naaru's chest. "Ah, I forgot, you have no face at all! We saved you, yet you dared to kill us just because of a disagreement? Did you ever imagine this day would come?"

Muru's broken face suddenly twisted into a human-like expression of pain: "Stop... I, I can grant you almost eternal life..."

Alvin was stunned.

Is Muru talking about what happened to Turalyon and the others in the original world, or what happened when they became Lightforged Draenei like those Draenei?

"Eternal life? You keep saying that others are dark, but what's the difference between you and the ancient gods who tempted mortals to fall?"

Alvin's teeth chattered, and the sword blade stirred three more clockwise circles in Naaru's body.

"And turn us into your puppet minions?"

Muru's crystal-like body made a crisp sound like broken porcelain, and Alvin cut off two more pieces of the jigsaw puzzle that made up his body.

"I don't know why guys like you always think you are righteous and others are evil?!"

Dark red energy surged along the sword, cutting off the crystal joint on Muru's left side.

Muru let out a high-frequency scream, and the remaining part of his body shot out another holy light arrow, piercing Alvin's throat.

The moment Alvin dodged by turning his head, he reached directly into the opponent's chest with his left hand and pulled out a handful of fragments that were shining with golden light.

"While there is light in this world, there is also darkness. How can you be the only one who has the final say? Who gives you the right to judge others? I think you are just an emotionless machine!"

He held the fragment before Muru's eyes, and the sacred fire ignited in his palm, causing the fragments to crackle.

"Now it's your turn to be dismembered."

For the next moment, the hall was filled with the crisp sound of crystal breaking.

Every time Alvin broke off a piece of the jigsaw puzzle-like light, Muru would howl in pain, until the sound became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a vague whimper.

His voice finally stopped until it was completely broken into pieces.

Spiderweb-like moonlight filtered through the dome of the hall. Alvin looked up and discovered that at the end of the hall were three huge transparent glass covers.

It feels like the cockpit of a spaceship.

At this moment, Alvin was mechanically wiping the light dust off the dagger.

Until the scent of orchid came from behind - that was the unique herbal fragrance of Green Shadow.

The Kaldorei stopped five paces away.

This night elf who has lived for tens of thousands of years is now at a loss.

She seemed frightened by Alvin's appearance just now.

But in the end, she hugged Alvin from behind.

"it's over."

Green Shadow gently rubbed Alvin's temple with his vine-wrapped left hand, and wiped the sweat off his face with his other hand.

"Let me see Yrel first."

The unconscious paladin was lying on the ground, and the little red dragon was taking care of her.

The wounds on his body have healed - it was Alvin who forcibly used the healing spell to save him.

The Kaldorei noticed the twitch in his eye. "Yrel woke up ten minutes ago, but she saw a mad priest and frightened him back into unconsciousness."

"Uh... She must have just exhausted too much energy."

Green Shadow suddenly shook her hair and pulled out a tender green branch hairpin from the top of her head.

Then he began to chant the spell.

When the last syllable of the spell faded away, the hairpin had transformed into a two-meter-long emerald staff, and the tender buds blooming on the top of the staff were sucking the light dust floating in the air.

Alvin asked curiously, "What is this?"

"This is a young branch I plucked from the World Tree a long time ago and used as a hairpin."

Green Shadow picked up some large pieces of debris from the ground, and then continued to chant the spell. The branches of the emerald staff began to grow, and the treetops rolled up the fragments on the ground one by one and brought them back to the staff as if they were alive.

The branches continued to grow, picking up pieces of Muru from the ground.

Soon, a miniature version of Naaru appeared at the tip of the staff, emitting golden light.

"Damn..." Alvin rubbed his eyes and looked at the morning star-shaped halo gradually taking shape on the top of the staff.

I killed a corrupted holy creature, and Green Shadow created an artifact that a priest dreams of?

Isn’t this the Ture Naaru Beacon?

Green Shadow looked at Alvin with his mouth wide open and looked silly, holding back his laughter as he stuffed the staff into his arms.

"Now it is tempered with your rage and reconstructed with my natural power. You have never had a suitable staff. Now it is yours. Give it a name!"

Alvin took the staff in his hand and pointed at the Holy Light inscription that automatically appeared: "Look at this-"

"It's like a miniature Naaru! I guarantee that when I return to the Cathedral of Holy Light, those priests will be absolutely envious! Well, let's call it the Mulu Naaru Beacon!"

Irwin smiled and said, "That's perfect."

The little red dragon was supporting Yrel. He looked up and saw Alvin approaching with his new staff on his back. He said in surprise, "Brother Alvin, you found a weapon too?"

"It was your sister Green Shadow who made it using the body of that guy just now."

The miniature Naaru's staff poked out from behind Alvin, looking very beautiful as it flashed.

"Compared to this, how is Yrel doing?"

"It's okay, I just passed out."

At this time, Rexxar had already woken up Misha, and the man and the bear also came over.

"Brothers! I don't think anything's wrong here. What should we do next? Do we really have to hand this spaceship over to those Hollow Spirits from the Star Consortium?"

"Of course not! We have a history with them, and I personally don't like those space human traffickers."

Alvin touched Yrel's forehead and made sure she was okay before standing up.

"The next step is to fly this spaceship back to Nagrand."

Green Shadow poked his head out from the side, "Alvin, do you know how to steer this ship?"

Everyone looked at Alvin.

He laughed heartily, then suddenly stopped laughing and shook his head.

"No... the only one who can sail is on my back..."

Everyone was speechless for a moment, but Alvin pointed to the glowing runes on the console and said, "But these are all Draenei characters. When Yrel wakes up, she should recognize them. We can ask her then."

"Yes, that is indeed the Draenei writing!"

Iriel's voice rang out. It turned out that the sound of everyone talking had woken her up.

She struggled to stand up, and the little red dragon quickly supported her.

"It says it's a Holy Light authentication system, triggered by the energy of Holy Light..."

"Holy Light? Well, you and I are the only ones here who can use Holy Light. Let's give it a try?"

Yrel shook his head.

"I'm definitely useless, it's this that's useful."

As he spoke, Yrel pointed to the Naaru beacon on Alvin's back.