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

"Don't try to succeed!"

Erwin roared, no longer holding back.

It was as if a holy furnace of light within him had been completely ignited, and a vast and boundless divine energy surged forth like a tsunami!

A dazzling golden light burst forth from every pore of his body, making him look like a statue made of pure gold.

Golden wings of light suddenly unfurled behind him, and with a gentle flap, they lifted his body off the ground and suspended him in mid-air—the divine form descended once more!

"The ultimate penance!"

Several holy light orbs rained down on Cho'gall and the altar in front of him like a storm!

The holy light blast tore through the air, emitting a chilling whistling sound, determined to purify the target along with that evil object into the most basic particles!

However, Gugal's cunning mind seemed to have anticipated this.

Just as the holy light barrage was about to hit him, his disproportionately fat body displayed astonishing agility. With an extremely clumsy yet effective roll, he narrowly avoided the main area covered by the holy light barrage.

At the same time, he suddenly stretched his arm forward and grabbed the item on the altar firmly in his hand!

“BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!!”

Dense barrages of holy light struck the empty altar and the ground where Cho'gall had just stood, creating a series of explosions!

The golden holy light blasted the rocky ground apart, sending shards flying and smoke billowing everywhere. The entire altar was completely destroyed in the roar, turning into dust.

Ultimately, due to the great distance, the Holy Light Missile failed to hit Cho'gall directly!

"Hehehe, hahahaha!!!"

Gugal got up from the ground, covered in dust and looking somewhat disheveled, but his two heads simultaneously let out a maniacal laugh.

Their four eyes were filled with the madness of getting what they wanted.

He held the object in his hand high—it appeared to be an irregular, dark purple object that exuded an extremely unsettling aura.

"Got it! Finally got it!!!" the left head roared with ecstasy.

"Insignificant human! Do you see this? This is fate! You cannot stop the twilight from falling! The next time we meet, the next time we meet will be your death!" The right head roared at Elwin, who was suspended in the air.

"You're not getting away this time!"

Erwin was furious, and even in his divine form, his voice trembled like metal.

He would never allow Gugal to leave with such an evil item!

He abruptly pointed the Naaru Beacon in his hand at Gul'dan, the holy light highly compressed and condensed—

A radiant wheel, composed of pure holy light and spinning like a roulette wheel, emitted a melodious yet deadly hum. It detached from the staff and, at a speed beyond visual perception, spun toward Cho'gall's neck!

This strike contained his determination and rage to kill!

Just as the halo radiating an aura of purification was about to sever the cunning head of Gugal, Gugal remained unfazed. Instead, both heads simultaneously revealed eerie smiles of triumph.

Goodbye, insignificant humans!

Just before the halo reached his body, Gugal's figure twisted violently, as if forcibly erased from the real world by an invisible hand, and disappeared completely!

"Shh-!"

The light wheel sliced ​​through the empty air, missed its target, and after circling half a circle in the air, flew back into Elwin's hand.

Alvin froze, his golden eyes filled with disbelief.

He suddenly landed on the ground and rushed to the place where Gugar had disappeared. His Holy Light perception was fully activated, scanning every inch of space.

"Where is he?! How is this possible?! There was no fluctuation of spatial magic! How could he have vanished into thin air?!"

Suddenly, a memory from the past surfaced in his mind.

The Warlock's Summoning Ritual!

Gul'dan did not teleport away himself; rather, it was a forced pull initiated by his warlock subordinates who had been pre-arranged outside!

"He's recruiting people! He already arranged for his men to meet him outside! Damn it!"

Elwin instantly understood, and in a fit of anger, he punched the broken stone pillar next to him, the holy light energy causing cracks to appear in the pillar.

It's another conspiracy!

These are the same shady methods we use again!

He felt like a fool being played, possessing power but having nowhere to vent it.

With nowhere to vent his anger and frustration, he suddenly turned around, faced the ruins of the destroyed altar, and unleashed a holy fire!

A pillar of incandescent fire erupted, further purging the already reduced altar ruins. The scorching heat surged, as if only in this way could he slightly quell the resentment in his heart.

But anger doesn't solve the problem.

Elwin forced himself to calm down, took a deep breath, and slowly dispelled his divine form, the wings of light on his back turning into specks of light and disappearing.

Now that things have come to this, regret is useless. Gugal has already escaped with that unknown evil item. The most important thing now is to deal with the mess in front of us.

His gaze shifted to the battlefield on the other side of the hall.

If it weren't for that madman Tosedrin's interference, he would have had a chance to stop Gugal!

Thinking of this, his anger toward the fallen prince intensified.

However, he was slightly surprised when he saw the battle between Stella and Tosedrin.

Stellagra, like an elegant yet deadly frost dancer, completely gained the upper hand!

Instead of engaging in a pure energy clash with Torsedrin, she used her superior mage control skills to continuously weaken her opponent.

Ice condensed from the void and coiled around Tosedrin's legs. Although he melted it with fel flames, it greatly slowed his movement.

Arcane barrages, like living birds, attacked from all sorts of tricky angles, forcing Thosedrin to constantly raise his fel shield and deplete his power.

Polymorph: The light of the sheep occasionally flashes, and although it cannot completely turn a powerful demonized elf into a sheep, it always succeeds for a moment, interrupting the large-scale spell that Torseidrin is preparing, making him roar in anger.

Whenever Tosedrin gathered a powerful surge of fel energy, Stella would always be able to teleport away in time, appearing in another location like a ghost, and at the same time unleash a barrage of ice spears, leaving deep ice marks on his body, freezing the fel blood that had just flowed out.

Despite his powerful fel energy, Torseidrin was hampered and left in a sorry state by Stella's exquisite tactics and endless control spells.

His robes were torn in several places, revealing skin cracked with lava beneath, and his aura was far less powerful than before. Clearly, the demonic power he had obtained from Cho'gall was insufficient for him to contend with a serious blue dragon mage.

"Looks like I won't be needed."

Alvin felt somewhat reassured and prepared to look for an opportunity to work with Stella to deliver a fatal blow to Tosedrin.

Just when he thought victory was assured and that Tosedlin's defeat was inevitable, a sudden change occurred!

Unable to break through after a prolonged siege, and instead being so easily toyed with by a mere mage, Tosedrin's humiliation and rage finally reached their peak! He suddenly let out a mad roar!

"Enough!!! You ants!!! Die!!!"

He abruptly stopped all his attack and defense movements, and plunged one hand into the densest part of his chest where the fel energy patterns were most concentrated!

With his other hand, he picked up the crystal bottle from Gugar, which contained a deep green liquid.

"Go to hell, ant!"

Tosedrin drank the liquid in the crystal bottle in one gulp.

"Ughh ...