Seer: I, Miris, have no obstacles in my evolution

Malorne is the super-evolved form of Malfurion. He has shed the super powers that are useless to him and regained the power of ancient times. His attributes are ancient grass.

The overall shape is still a human-shaped deer, but compared to Malfurion's unfriendly evil aura, the assassin's aura appears to be more kind and gentle.

His fur is brown, his tail is very hairy, and he has a huge beard under his neck. He wears ancient gold armor and has a green cloak draped over his back.

"Thank you, Qilin. I will never forget your kindness!"

After completing the evolution, Malorne thanked the Skyfire Qilin respectfully.

"Go, protect the Titan core. Perhaps an Elf King will come to help, but perhaps not. Be careful."

Skyfire Qilin reminded.

"Well, I'll be careful."

With that, Malorne rushed towards the Titan Core in the distant Titan system.

Before that, Miris and the members of the King's Alliance also set out quickly under the guidance of the speed slime and rushed to the Genesis Star.

But it seemed that they came too late. When they landed on the Creation Star, the Demon King Smoyati had already mastered the power of the Creation Bell.

Everyone moved away to allow Blake to have a good talk with his uncle.

"Uncle, why did you seize the treasure of the underworld and slaughter the entire Slime Kingdom for the Eternal Tree? Are you so thirsty for power?"

Blake looked at the Demon King Smoyati with gloomy eyes and asked with great confusion.

Although Blake was asking, the Demon King Smoyati's current behavior was completely within his expectations.

It was because Blake's father often told him about the past of his younger brother Smoyati.

In his father's words, Smoyati was an elf who was extremely eager for power. The most obvious portrayal of this was that he took away the evil spirit staff from the evil spirit clan and then left without saying goodbye.

Although all Guardians of Light throughout the ages possessed the power of shadow, none of them chose to plunge into true darkness, with Smoati being the only exception.

While devoting oneself to the power of darkness does not mean that the elves are dark, it does reveal Smoati's desire for power.

There's nothing wrong with simply desiring power, but taking away someone else's heirloom just to gain more power is unacceptable, even if that person is evil.

So, from the very beginning, Blake had a filter for Smoyati, a filter that put Smoyati's interests first. He did not foolishly immerse himself in the joy of family reunion, but had been silently observing Smoyati.

From the details Blake observed, it seemed that what his father said was true.

It can be seen from their first meeting that Smoaiti did not come out to recognize him immediately, and even helped the Dark War God Alliance, which was hostile to them, in order to test the strength of him and his companions.

It seems that you are too weak to be my nephew. Smoyati is not recognizing relatives at all, but choosing a powerful subordinate or ally.

Perhaps Smoyati's emotions when he wanted to seek revenge on Dean after hearing the news of his father's death were real, but he could only do so for his brother. Everything else was a resource he could use.

From then on, Blake had some resistance to his uncle Smoyati from the bottom of his heart, which was why he had plenty of time to spend with Smoyati but never did so.

"Of course, only when you possess absolute power can you truly possess yourself. Blake, if you had power back then, how could your family have fallen prey to Wesker's brutal hands?"

"In this universe, only power is eternal!"

The Demon King Smoyati spoke bluntly.

"No, there's nothing wrong with wanting power and believing in power, but it can't be based on hurting others."

Blake shook his head, showing extreme resistance.

"But if you don't use your strength to hurt others, others will use their strength to hurt you."

"Silly child, give up your hypocritical justice and join my camp. Together we will rule the entire universe, and the Dark Night Clan will become the most powerful race in the universe. How wonderful it will be."

The Demon King Smoyati extended an olive branch to Blake.

He admired Blake's potential very much. He could see the image of his brother in him, and the blood relationship between the two made him feel good about Blake.

"Impossible. The Guardians of Light, or the Dark Night Clan, believe in using shadows to drive away true darkness and bring more light to the universe."

"It's impossible for me to join you unless you lay down your butcher knife and we remain uncle and nephew."

Blake shook his head in a resounding refusal.

But beneath his powerful exterior, who could understand the pain in his heart? He was about to stand against his only relative.

"No, Blake, you are my only remaining relative in the world. I believe you will understand me."

The Demon King Smoyatis kept muttering to himself, looking like a madman.

However, the next moment, a golden cup suddenly appeared in the hands of the Demon King Smoyati, which was the giant jar of the dead.

A terrifying force of chaos burst out from the giant jar of the deceased, forming a highly contagious chaotic air wave that swept towards everyone.

Of course, the main target is Blake. He wants to turn Blake into chaos and make him his slave, no, to be more precise, a relative who fully supports him.

"Here we go again!"

Miris, who had been prepared, was the first to notice it. He couldn't help but curse in his heart, and then a piercing light shot up from his body into the sky, turning into a giant statue of light.

"Golden light shines brightly!"

The image of the Giant of Light quickly flashed in front of Blake, gathering pure light energy to form a shield.

However, no matter how close the relationship between light energy and holy spirit energy is, they cannot be confused after all. In the face of the almost crushing corrosive force of chaos energy, they are completely useless.

The light shield released by Miris only slowed down the distance and speed of the chaotic power splashing, successfully preventing Miris himself and Rey and others behind him from being eroded by the chaotic power of the Barrel of the Dead. Blake, who was standing in the front, was still eroded by this energy.

Even if Miris achieved this, everyone else, including him, suffered some minor injuries to varying degrees.

Although the power of the Vat of the Dead appears to be the power of chaos, its true power is actually the power of the dead. In addition to the effect of chaotically transforming other elves, it is also a powerful offensive weapon.

Miris was so numbed that he could hardly count how many times Blake had been controlled by the dark energy.

"what!"

Blake let out a heart-wrenching scream, and the next moment, his pupils suddenly turned red, and his whole body was wrapped in thick chaotic power, turning into a cocoon with a chaotic aura.

As the power of chaos surged, the cocoon gradually cracked, and Blake's appearance had changed drastically.

His body was covered with more strange white and purple, which symbolized chaos. The two magic balls floating beside him were completely covered by chaos, and violent chaotic forces were floating around him.

Looks scary and ferocious.