But he had no other choice.
Each rewritten rune emanated an ominous aura.
Gilvaradin gritted his teeth, squeezing out his remaining life force, pouring his last shred of magic and the final energy from the Well of Stars' core into that blasphemous summoning array!
"Come, come! Devourers of the Abyss! Legions that burn all worlds!"
His voice was hoarse, distorted, his eyes burning with a nearly insane light.
"With me as a sacrifice, with the Well of Stars as a sacrifice, answer me! Descend here! Drag this land of betrayal and that false god into the abyss!!!"
The moment his last roar fell, the magic array erupted in a dazzling, fel-green light!
The entire Well of Stars vibrated violently, space was forcibly torn apart, and a massive rift leading to an unknown world suddenly opened!
The scorching scent of lava and choking sulfurous smoke spewed forth from it.
Immediately following was a terrifying aura that seemed even more tyrannical, more chaotic, and filled with a pure desire for destruction than Obsidian's Dragon's Might, surging out from the rift!
The next instant, a gigantic hoof, covered in thick, dark-green scales and wreathed in hellfire, fiercely stepped out of the rift, heavily trampling Gilvaradin!
Flesh tore, bones shattered; he didn't even have time to scream before he was instantly crushed into a pulp!
A massive, distorted figure slowly extended its grinning head and upper body from the rift.
What descended here was none other than the Pit Lord Mannoroth, the Destroyer of All Races.
His body was like a moving mountain, covered in dark, moss-green scales.
In his deep eye sockets, an insatiable green fel fire burned, and massive ape-like fangs curved out from his grinning mouth.
Dark-green flames, like wild hair, rose and danced from his head and spine.
The aura of pure chaos and destruction even twisted the remaining arcane light within the Well of Stars, dyeing everything green.
Mannoroth seemed utterly indifferent to crushing Gilvaradin; his fel-fire-burning pupils greedily scanned the residual energy of the Well of Stars.
His nostrils twitched slightly, smelling an aroma long deeply imprinted in his memory—the scent of Azeroth.
He paused, his chaotic thoughts buzzing.
"No, why here? Sargeras once ordered not to interfere with this place for now, so why am I summoned here?"
A rare flicker of bewilderment crossed his hellfire-burning eyes.
He remembered the Burning Legion had invaded this world, but was ultimately defeated by the combined forces of the Night Elves.
He should have been in the Twisting Nether, conquering more worlds for the Dark Titan, but now he was forcibly pulled out by a mortal using a distorted array.
Was this possible?
Who? Why? Was it Sargeras's will?
He didn't know the answers, but he no longer wanted to think more; since he was here, it was time to destroy everything!
Then, through the collapsing Pale Tower, his gaze locked onto the sky—that black giant dragon that overshadowed the sun!
Mannoroth almost immediately confirmed: that dragon was more powerful than him.
But he didn't care.
He was born of chaos, steeped in destruction; even facing a god, as long as he could resurrect, he would never retreat.
Moreover, he sensed—this summoning was not merely the will of that foolish mortal council leader.
Behind him, there was a deeper driving force.
That will not only condoned but even—was the mastermind guiding him to descend here!
"Heheheh—hahahaha—hahahahahaha!!"
Mannoroth threw his head back and laughed wildly, shaking the crumbling ruins and stirring up chaotic magic.
He raised his massive double-bladed sword high, then, with a mighty roar, hurled it into the air, aiming directly for Obsidian's chest!
At the same time, Mannoroth roared, his chest vibrating as a dense mass of fel energy gathered in his throat, then erupted the next second!
Fel flames and the blade launched simultaneously, carrying the will of chaos and destruction, forcefully striking towards the god whose black wings covered the sky!
Facing this destructive strike, Obsidian's molten-gold, gigantic vertical pupils merely—flickered ever so slightly.
There was no earth-shshattering roar, not even a clear premonition of counterattack.
Just as the blade and flames were about to strike, one of Obsidian's dragon claws moved.
The movement seemed slow, yet it transcended time.
That dragon claw, towards Mannoroth's direction, casually—clenched into a fist in mid-air.
That world-destroying dual attack, merely a few feet from Obsidian's scales, silently annihilated!
A trace of shock flashed in Mannoroth's burning fel-fire eyes.
However, this shock lasted less than an instant.
"Poof—!"
A soft sound like a popping bubble.
Mannoroth's mountain-like body began to disintegrate and annihilate from its core!
His grinning head, massive fangs, hellfire-wreathed hooves, and vast, sulfur-reeking torso—everything, under the dragon claw's clenching motion, vanished instantly as if ice thrown into a scorching furnace, vaporizing!
There was no explosion, no struggle, not even a speck of ash left behind.
One second he was a grinning demon lord, the next, he was utterly reduced to nothingness, as if he had never existed.
Only the imprint left by Mannoroth's massive hoof at the core of the Well of Stars, and the lingering sulfurous stench in the air, proved that the Pit Lord had once descended.
Obsidian's dragon claw did not retract.
In his palm, a chaotic crystal, constantly struggling and roaring, appeared.
That was Mannoroth's essence.
This crystal contained terrifying power capable of corrupting a world, yet it thrashed fruitlessly, confined within the dragon's claw.
Obsidian's lips curved slightly, separating Mannoroth's chaotic primal force and his demonic essence, sending them to different parts of his divine realm.
The Pit Lord Mannoroth, utterly fallen, body and soul destroyed—or was he?
The entire process was as quick as an illusion.
From Mannoroth stepping out of the rift and attacking, to his complete erasure and absorption of power, it took mere moments.
Obsidian retracted his dragon claw, his gaze sweeping over the battlefield below, finally resting on the destroyed magic array and the lingering rift at the core of the Well of Stars.
His colossal body subtly turned, as if preparing to depart.
"My Lord—!" A hoarse cry of anguish, tinged with sorrow and confusion, pierced the battlefield's silence from below.
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