American comics: From Hogwarts to God on Earth

Chapter 581 Why does this magic barrier have no smell?

The Beetle Wall was a barrier to prevent the Ragnaros from attacking other weaker races, a troublesome Titan creation, but to Rune it was nothing more than a fragile membrane.

For him, tearing this thing apart wouldn't be much harder than peeling a banana.

Rune slowly raised his right hand, and a huge black vortex appeared in his palm, emanating a terrifying suction force. He was attempting to devour the magical barrier on the beetle wall.

Realizing this, the golden runes on the beetle wall began to twist and deform as they attempted to retaliate. However, such attacks were far too weak before this terrifying mage. A few seconds later, the ancient seal cast by the guardian dragons and night elves vanished completely like a spiderweb scorched by flames. Although the wall itself did not appear to have collapsed, the magic on it had lost its power.

However, this monk's focus was clearly misplaced.

Unappetizing.

Rune frowned. He had originally thought that the defensive barrier that could stop the Qiraji would be quite delicious, but when he actually tasted the magic, he couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

Like a baguette that's been sitting out for too long, this magic is hard and cold, and aside from filling your stomach and having no strange taste, it has no other advantages.

After consuming the magic, Rune poured more magic into the wall. Under his guidance, the terrifying dark magic began to emit a dark red light, then spread out in countless branches, like blood vessels covering the entire wall.

"Open it," Rune commanded softly. As soon as he said this, he saw the central part of the beetle wall begin to dissolve, just like salt dissolving in water. Strangely, the dissolved part left nothing behind.

Don't be fooled by how easy Rune's entire process seems; the operation is actually quite difficult. Forget about high-difficulty operations like absorbing magic power; most mages can't even unleash enough magic power to trigger a counterattack from the seal.

This is the Beetle Wall, tasked with sealing an entire Dark Empire and an Old God, and it did a good job. But this thing, which could almost be called a Warcraft version of the Wailing Wall, was eaten by Rune—eaten by him—

Tyrande turned to Malfurion beside her and said softly, "I didn't quite believe he could defeat an entire Dark Empire before, but now I do—"

Malfurion was somewhat prepared. When Ysera took him to repair the Emerald Dream's borders, she had revealed some information to him. From this Dream Lord, the Archdruid had gained some insight into the strength of the runes.

"That's the one who helped Ysera overcome the Emerald Nightmare's corruption—" Malfurion whispered to Tyrande, "Ysera once told me that even Ra-den, who was personally empowered by Aman'Thul, the Allfather, probably couldn't do better than him in combat—"

Just as the young couple were being all lovey-dovey, Goldrinn had already walked up to Rune.

"This time you're facing someone tough as nails. Are you sure you don't need any help?"

Rune laughed. "No, I don't need it."

He looked up to the other side. "Dear Goldrinn, you can think of this as a civil war among the dark forces."

In this universe, some see the evil of the Dark Force, while others see its generosity.

"But God of Wolves, the dark forces and the life forces that focus on you are the same; the law of the jungle is an unshakeable and eternal truth in the sea of ​​darkness."

He pointed to the inside of the door, "The Dark Force is generous to everyone, and look, C'Thun already knows why I'm here—"

Not far away, a Qiraji flew over. It was covered in a scarlet chitinous substance and looked like some kind of strange insect, presenting a unique visual effect that blended aesthetics and horror.

"Step back! The great C'Thun has no intention of being your enemy, and we can grant you your request! Don't let the other Forces laugh at us—"

Rune chuckled softly. "I want C'Thun to stop corrupting Azeroth. Can he do that? I want C'Thun to stand with me through this difficult time. Can he do that?"

"No! I have long known your true nature. Go, go and bring C'Thun the news of his impending destruction—"

Watching the insect fly away, Rune stroked Goldrinn's soft fur. "See? The Dark Force is so generous; it's even willing to give a piece of trash like a Supreme Star Soul that has been unable to corrupt for tens of thousands of years a chance."

"But I fear this is a trap." Goldrinn's tail swayed restlessly from side to side. "No one knows what C'Thun has created in this short time—their flesh curse once corrupted the steel bodies of humanity's ancestors—"

"Heh, if I don't enjoy the delicious food that my master has painstakingly prepared, wouldn't it be a waste of all their efforts?" Rune's expression was very calm.

"Actually, I was very happy when I came to this universe," the mage said, lifting his leg and striding forward, "until I killed with my own hands a man who was destined for greatness, who was supposed to be the embodiment of hope, but whose fate was turned upside down."

"Someone bent his destiny by destroying an entire universe, someone else used empty promises to make a desperate hero fight for his dirty goals —"

When he looked down at Goldrinn, the Wolf God saw only a pair of eyes so calm it was chilling, with dark red light flickering deep within the pupils, and the air itself began to distort around him.

"So, I need something tough to vent my anger."

Dark magic was enraged by his anger, and the intense shadows caused light to bend and split as it passed around him, forming an eerie halo around Rune, like the corona of a solar eclipse.

That wasn't all. The clouds above Rune's head gathered in a way that defied meteorology, gradually forming a terrifying vortex with a morbid dark red hue, staining everything with an apocalyptic hue.

The night elf soldiers who had followed Tyrande began to panic. The unusual celestial phenomena terrified them, and the shadows, which had become particularly active, seemed to be trying to tell them the secrets of darkness.

Even so, they continued to try to calm the Nightsaber beneath them until Tyrande shouted the name of Elune, and the beautiful moonlight, shining through the eerie atmosphere, enveloped all the night elves, at which point the soldiers began to calm down.

They sang hymns of praise to Elune in hushed tones, struggling against the power of the shadows, while Tyrande herself, who was guiding Elune's power, broke out in a cold sweat.

Rune's anger wasn't directed at the night elves, but it had already made their lives extremely difficult.

"That is—the god among men."

Malfurion said in a deep voice, making his judgment: "I am increasingly certain that he is the one who will end C'Thun—"

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