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Chapter 584 Welcome to the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj

Silithus boiled in the darkness, the yellow sand was covered with multicolored liquid, the shriveled corpses of the insectoids were carelessly discarded on the ground, and the Obsidian Destroyers and Anubisaths, after their deaths, turned into broken statues, standing behind Rune.

The Qiraji's numerical advantage, which they were so proud of, meant nothing to Rune. Their strength was too weak, so much so that when Rune finally unleashed his full power, watching these insects burst open actually gave him a kind of—stress-relieving pleasure.

Rajaxx, Moam, and other leaders did possess some abilities, but they were nothing more than larger insects. They were defeated by Rune with just two punches.

The Devourer, Bru, was surrounded and killed by the Hellfire Golems. The Hunter, Ayamis, was too conspicuous flying through the air and was personally targeted by Rune. A large amount of dark magic transformed into countless fine threads, slicing him into even pieces.

The deaths of the leaders also hastened the deaths of the soldiers on the outskirts of the Dark Empire. The rampaging Fiendfire cleared away large amounts of creep and insect nests, with flames and smoke shooting into the sky.

However, Rune had already put all of this out of his mind and continued toward the southwest corner of Silithus.

There stood a huge temple, covered with scarab symbols, while the main hall doors were tightly closed, and the massive stone doors were covered with murals.

If this were in a peaceful world, such ancient artworks would be thoroughly protected, but here, it is merely a guardian of a dark empire.

Rune raised his hand, and a dark red sphere condensed in his palm. He then flicked it lightly, and the energy sphere instantly transformed into a huge black slash, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through space, and slammed into the stone gate.

With a loud crack, a deep fissure appeared on the massive stone door, which then shattered, sending huge chunks of stone flying and dust billowing everywhere.

"Are you welcoming me here?" Rune smiled, and opposite him, amidst the smoke and dust, countless insectoids had already gathered. They brandished their sharp limbs, emitting piercing hisses, and their green compound eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty light.

Although it was dark, Rune could still recognize familiar faces among them.

The Prophet Skeram, Lord Kree, Princess Y'rki, and even the Twin Emperors—they should have been scattered throughout the Temple of Ahn'Qiraj, awaiting the arrival of those greedy adventurers.

But the ones causing trouble now are not legends or demigods in the conventional sense, but otherworldly visitors who are truly capable of killing their masters. Under such heavy pressure, the rulers of the Dark Empire and the generals of Moxia are making a desperate gamble and gathering in the temple entrance area.

Of the Twin Emperors, the wise Emperor Vek'lor gazed upon Rune with his own eyes, "Outsider, you have trespassed into the sacred Temple of Ahn'Qiraj, disturbing Lord C'Thun's slumber. Your fate has already ordained that I will grant you a merciful death!"

"Mercy?" Rune sneered. "Death is anything but merciful."

The Force of Death is currently raging across the Eastern Kingdoms. Quel'Thalas and Dalaran have mostly fallen. In the resistance, the soldiers who bravely died not only failed to receive the peace they deserved, but were instead pulled back to work by the Force of Death.

No matter how you look at it, Death Force has nothing to do with mercy; it's more like an evil boss who makes his employees work like 007.

However, these creations of the ancient gods were completely unaware of this news. These shut-ins, forced to stay in their own little world with no entertainment other than having children, thought that Rune was provoking them.

These elite Zerg soldiers and leader-level monsters rushed towards Rune, attempting to kill the blasphemer.

The first to be attacked was the war guard, Shartura, who charged toward the mage with three guards and an intense killing intent.

This powerful warrior looked like a human woman, even somewhat delicate, but this was just a disguise. When it came to Rune, it waved its sleeve, revealing the murderous intent hidden beneath its brocade robes.

This insectoid possessed scythe-like blades, incredibly sharp. However, this direct attack struck Rune's magical shield. Sartura then felt a tremendous recoil, his shoulder going numb.

"That's it?" Rune sneered, reaching out with his left hand and grabbing the other's hand before it even noticed. With a gentle twist, the scythe was snapped in two, and a surge of pure dark energy flowed into its body through the wound.

The war guard's body stiffened instantly, green fluid flowed from its seven orifices, and black corrosive spots began to appear on its carapace.

It tried to call for help from the other insectoids, and they did indeed intervene, attempting to rescue it with natural shockwaves, poison arrows, and...

Sandstorms and other attacks struck the Seraphin shield.

The Sartura Royal Guards outside the shield were blasted into a bloody mess by this series of attacks, but the Serafin Shield remained completely unscathed.

These insectoids could only watch as Shartura let out painful hissing, his body convulsing, until finally, under the corrosive influence of dark energy, he turned into a pool of green pus.

The hissing of the insectoid army paused for a moment, stunned by Rune's ruthlessness. But Rune would not stop his actions.

Rune waved his right hand at Princess Yarki. An invisible magical energy enveloped Princess Yarki, instantly slowing her speed tenfold. Then, he condensed dark energy in his left hand and punched her in the abdomen.

The princess, who had been neglected by the royal family, spat out a mouthful of green blood. Her huge body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground. After twitching a few times, she stopped moving.

Her carapace was shattered, and her internal organs and eggs were reduced to a pile of minced meat under the impact of the dark energy. Even the creation of the ancient gods could not withstand the terrifying power of Doomsday.

Seeing his wife die at the hands of outsiders, Lord Kerry was enraged. He desperately fired poisoned arrows, but Rune neither dodged nor avoided them.

Compared to that guy who's about to become Satan—my friend, your gas attack is utterly weak.

Rune flashed in front of his opponent and rammed Lord Kree's shoulder into him. Under the watchful eyes of the other insectoids, Lord Kree's massive body was forced back several steps, and the ground beneath his feet cracked with spiderweb-like patterns.

Then, he gathered dark magic in his right hand and casually flung it out. Under the effect of the Transfiguration spell, the ball of dark magic instantly transformed into a sharp spear, easily piercing through the already shattered chitinous carapace and exploding deep into Lord Kree's flesh.

With the death of this royal relative, two dreamlike creatures, identical to the twin emperors not far away, emerged from the shadow of the dead Lord Kree.

Unexpectedly, Lord Kree's greatest fear was actually the ruler of the Dark Empire, his father-in-law, the Twin Emperors.

"Wow," Rune glanced with interest at the ruler of the Dark Empire deep within the army, and immediately imagined a palace intrigue drama of hundreds of thousands of words in his mind.