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Chapter 558 I'm going to tattle on Sargeras, Xavius!

Having witnessed this horrific scene, the surviving four Nightmare Dragons completely lost their will to fight. Even the whispers of the Nightmare Demon seemed to be dispelled by this pure violence.

These fallen guardian dragons no longer possessed their former pride and conviction. Instead, they struggled, filled with endless fear and grievous wounds, and fled in panic into the depths of the Emerald Dream, no longer daring to linger for even a moment.

At this moment, Rune pointed his finger at Terrar in the distance.

The mage's movements were casual, as if he were merely cleaning the dust off his body. He didn't even chant lengthy incantations or draw complex magic circles.

Then, time seemed to freeze. All sounds—the howling wind, the dragon's wailing—seemed to vanish. Immediately afterward, an extremely dark dot suddenly appeared.

Centered on this black dot, a ripple of indescribable color silently spread outwards. Wherever the ripple passed, reality was completely distorted and rewritten; the powerful dark forces' shapeshifting magic revealed its destructive force at this moment.

If polymorphism driven by white magic symbolizes creation, then polymorphism driven by black magic symbolizes destruction.

The target, the guardian dragon Tyral, most corrupted by dark power, also sensed Rune's movements and the terrifying surge of power. He once again used the power of his clones, sending three clones and his main body flying in all directions, attempting to evade Rune's attack.

However, there was no way for Teral to dodge it.

Before those clones could even utter a mournful cry, they were like bubbles thrown into a raging fire. With a pop, their bodies, constructed from dark primal forces, shattered inch by inch from the edges, turning into the most basic energy particles and disappearing into the spreading ripples.

At the very instant the clones vanished, the deadly ripple struck Terrar's main body.

Although Terrar is now a ghost dragon, as a former guardian dragon, his anima power remains strong. In fact, due to the excessive infusion of dark power, he can evade physical and magical attacks by burrowing into the shadows, but this tactic is ineffective against Rune.

Because the power they wield comes from the same source.

The dragon's body was as fragile as a dried-up sandcastle. The head, which was the first to come into contact with the ripples, instantly dimmed its dragon eyes, which burned with corrupting flames. Then, the hard skull began to disintegrate silently, turning into fragments that flew into the Emerald Dream.

Now, the four dream dragons have become three dragons, and the terrifying fluctuations also affected them. Fortunately, they were not Rune's main target, so although they were seriously injured, they still managed to escape.

Rune did this for a reason. Terrar had been completely captured by the Emerald Nightmare, and his body had been disintegrated by the immense dark power. Even Elune could not expel the Nightmare's power from him, so the mage gave him a quick death.

However, the other three dragons still have the potential to be purified. When facing the Forsaken, Rune will never abandon any one he can unite with.

With the departure of the leaders, the abandoned dragonmen were also being completely wiped out. Even if some of the created alien insects defected, under the continuous support of Rune's dark magic, these traitors were nothing more than a minor ailment.

Rune watched silently as the valiant dragonkin fought to the last man, shedding their last drop of blood. Even in death, they believed they were protecting Azeroth. They refused Rune's attempts to persuade them to surrender, and their actions exemplified their resolve.

Such unnecessary sacrifices are heartbreaking, and the mage blamed Savas for it.

The last dragonman died under the siege of the leaping insects. His swordsmanship was excellent, but when facing hordes of leaping insects, the long-handled weapon proved clumsy.

The moment he died, the Zerg that had killed them were dispersed by Rune.

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, these biological weapons transformed back into the soil of the Emerald Dream, driven by dark magic, gently burying all the dragonmen's corpses.

Rune then headed deeper into the nightmare realm. There were so many portals, but fortunately, not many enemies dared to block his path along the way.

In other words, Savis had realized the danger and understood that sheer numbers of enemies meant nothing to a mage skilled in puppetry who could devour flesh and blood and convert it into magic.

Therefore, he was gathering the energy of those nightmares to ensure that he could face this "usurper" in the most perfect form.

Deep within the Emerald Nightmare lies the Rift of Arryn, where the boundary between reality and nightmare completely dissolves. Gnarled tree branches writh like spasmodic limbs, and the air is thick with a sweet, cloying stench of decay. Every breath feels like experiencing the terror of all living beings in Azeroth.

The language used in those dreams is enough to drive any ordinary person crazy.

"Ah—a fellow traveler in the pursuit of true power."

Savis's voice came from the void, his tone chillingly gentle. As the King of Nightmares appeared, the surrounding corrupted trees drooped their branches, like subjects paying homage to their monarch.

He had become a satyr, but still retained the elegant demeanor of a High Elf. However, given his current ugly appearance, this originally graceful posture seemed affected, like a nouveau riche learning etiquette for the first time, full of flaws.

"The Emerald Nightmare is a good place; it's mine now," Rune said with a smile.

"Oh, look! Every young person who has just gained power thinks they can do better. But do you know why I have to bear this curse?"

Rune raised an eyebrow. "What, are you going to defend your crimes? But if I remember correctly, after you are defeated in the future, you will switch sides again and become a dog for the demons, right?"

Xavius's figure rippled through the air, conjuring images of the Burning Legion's invasion ten thousand years ago: "I witnessed true destruction. What were the so-called Dragon Aspects doing when Sargeras's army swept across our world? They were trembling in their lairs!"

Then, the scene in the sky changed again, and the phantoms of the corrupted Green Dragonflight members instantly appeared. "So, I gave them a new mission, to make them the strongest weapons against the Legion. This necessary sacrifice, however, is called...corruption by mortals."

Xavius's tone grew increasingly impassioned, "Because the Burning Legion will surely descend once more! The master of those demons, that terrible monarch, has his sights set on Azeroth. Do you expect those cowardly mortals and useless dragonflights to fight them?"

"No, we have better options!"

The scene changed instantly. In the picture, the corrupted green dragonflight was fighting with those abominable dream creatures and demons. Whether it was Hakkar the Hound King, Mannoroth, Darkseid, or Kil'jaeden, they were all in a fierce battle.

Even the colossal, terrifying giant was covered in nightmare creatures and eventually collapsed.

Finally, Rune's expression turned strange; the madman had actually shown him the scene of Sargeras being killed by a nightmare creature.

Damn it, it's a real shame I didn't bring a camera, otherwise I would definitely have recorded this and sent it to Sargeras.

Rune was very curious: after watching this recording, would the Dark Titan laugh his head off, or would he fly into a rage and drag Xavius ​​out to be burned alive, or perhaps—

Both?