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In this place filled with mystery and solemnity, Killer Killer sat enthroned on a throne that shone with technological light, as if she were the ruler of this world.

The walls surrounding the throne are covered with sacred religious patterns that shimmer with a faint light, seemingly telling some ancient story.

This throne room was built by Killer Sargeras himself when he was bored, and this is the first time Killer Sargeras has come here since it was built.

She couldn't understand why she had built such an ominous thing; it was a replica of the throne room of Holy Terra.

At this moment, the throne she is sitting on was originally just a figurine of hers—the Golden Throne.

However, when she discovered that the throne could become a powerful will enhancer after being modified, she did not hesitate to transform it into its current form.

Now, sitting on this throne, her will has become stronger and her mind clearer.

“It’s time to begin, Helena,” Kirsage said softly, her voice echoing in the empty hall.

Her gaze drifted through the windows of the throne room to the distant, endless starry sky, a view blocked from view.

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Azure Star: ?

Azure Star: Is something big about to happen?

Renault: Promise everyone, don't do anything stupid. @Kirsage

Chen Huijie: Wishing you success. @Kiersal

Seeing the concerns and blessings from the chat group members, Kearsarge smiled slightly, a hint of emotion flashing in her eyes.

This care warmed her heart, but she knew she had to keep going.

"Are you ready?" Helena replaced HLN-A, feeling that Kilsager had gone from planning to execution far too quickly.

Kil'jaeden nodded: "The Corruption Overlord won't interfere with us."

Her tone was firm, revealing an unquestionable confidence.

Looking at the confident Killer Killer, Helena sighed, and a data stream appeared in mid-air.

"You will have your own future, instead of clinging to a dead human civilization."

An ethereal voice echoed in Killzag's mind, and at the same time, HLN-A was pushed out of the Throne Hall.

An ordinary human female head appeared in the air, and mysterious lines outlined her body. This was the form of the goddess Helena, and her appearance made the entire space mysterious.

“This is the first and the last time I’ll help you,” Helena said.

On the other side, Rockwell was unaware that Kirsage was about to attack him; he continued to repair the damage on the Genesis with corrupted energy.

"Ok!"

The hideous monster raised its head, sensing that the giant towers had been activated again.

Killer Killer controlled his consciousness form and slowly descended to the ground in the control center.

She raised her head, her gaze fixed firmly on the direction of the Corruption Zone, where Rockwell's enormous, twisted body was rising with corrupting energy above the "surface" of the control center.

"Looks like you don't value your life." Rockwell's voice echoed through the air like thunder, accompanied by a burst of maniacal laughter.

At this moment, it seemed to be unrestrained, and the amount of corrupting energy it could mobilize was exceptionally large, like an endless dark abyss.

Even if the corruption cannot immediately consume Kirsaën, it can at least leave her with irreparable corrupted scars.

Corruption energy surged from Rockwell's body like a raging tide, rushing toward Kirsage who stood still at an astonishing speed.

Kirsa watched all this without making any move, simply closing his eyes gently.

Rockwell watched all this with smug satisfaction, his eyes gleaming with madness.

As a large amount of corrupting energy surged into Kirsaji's body, the corruption began to spread from her left arm, like a terrible plague.

Her skin gradually turned black, as if covered by a thick layer of rotting flesh.

The dark black strips of meat were tightly connected, creating a gruesome sight.

At the same time, an eerie purple light emanated from the cracks in the rotting flesh, emitting a nauseating stench.

The skin that was once so smooth and delicate has now turned into dark black rotting flesh, devoid of any life; the once charming and beautiful clothes have lost their former luster, like rags draped over rotting flesh, looking particularly desolate; the once dazzling thunder can no longer arouse anyone's interest.

"Hahahaha!" Rockwell laughed wildly, his eyes flashing with madness.

He continuously released corrupting energy, and waves of surging corrupting energy flooded into Kirsaji's body like a tide.

However, to Rockwell's surprise, the corruption only engulfed half of Kirsarge's body, while her head remained completely unaffected.

Rockwell was quite surprised by this scene; he didn't understand why this was happening.

Does Kilsager possess some special ability or protective mechanism?

Rockwell stubbornly sent wave after wave of corrupting energy into Kil's body, but no matter how hard he tried, Kil's body remained unchanged.

After sensing that the corrupting energy was almost gone, Killer Killer opened his eyes. They were deep purple pupils, like an abyss, profound and mysterious, as if containing endless power and wisdom.

"Impossible! This is impossible!" Rockwell stared into Kirsage's eyes and screamed in despair.

It could not accept the fact that Kilsazzi, who should have been corrupted, still possessed self-awareness.

Those eyes were so majestic that Rockwell seemed to see the shadow of the Corruption Overlord in Kirsage's eyes.

It trembled, trying to escape, but found itself already enveloped by Kirsaj's oppressive aura.

"It's time to end this, Rockwell." The repeated voices echoed in Rockwell's mind like thunderclaps, making him dizzy.

It trembled its decaying body, resisting Kirsaj's telepathic transmission, but the voice grew clearer and clearer, as if it were piercing directly into its soul.

"No! No! No!" Rockwell screamed in terror, frantically tearing at its eyes with its tentacles, trying to break free from Kirsar's control.

But no matter how hard it tries, it cannot change the status quo.

In its vision, Kirsaji's deep purple pupils filled the entire space, those terrifying abysses were devouring its consciousness.

“You are nothing but a tool, whether you are the clone Rockwell or the corrupted apostle Rockwell,” Kirsage said calmly, as waves of corrupted energy carrying psionic power assaulted Rockwell’s consciousness.

"Death is your destination, corruption is not your future, He never cared about you."