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Thor arranged all the dark experiments to be carried out in the underground temple of self-cultivation, including a huge eyeball monster - Durum the Forgotten, a deformed lizard man Primotheus, and a brutal mechanical creation - the dark will .

  Because Eragon already had the task of taking on the mount, Yu'lon returned to the White Tiger Temple in Kun-Lai Mountains first when Azadas and Charlemagne entered the underground waterway leading to the Temple of Self-cultivation.

   Next, the four gods are going to go to the Nalaksha Engine to observe its operation and discuss the reopening of the Valley of Eternal Blossoms.

  Charlemagne and Azadas took the shrunken Eragon together and entered the underground waterway from the Hall of the Former Kings to the Hall of Self-cultivation... I have to say that the environment here is really bad.

   After all, no one has cleaned it for more than 10,000 years. The dirty waterways are densely covered with various mosquitoes, and there are even some scavenging lizardmen living here.

  Azadas was fine. As a stone creature, he didn't have to smell the smell as long as he didn't want to, but Charlemagne could only wear a towel as a mask on his face with a bitter face all the way.

   "This smell...is more annoying than the monsters in it."

   Hammering a lizardman casually, Charlemagne complained irritably in a dull voice because his mouth and nose were covered.

"Ha ha!"

   Azadas did not join the battle because he was carrying three oil bottle corpses. At this time, he still had time to joke with Charlemagne, "It can't be helped, who let this so-called temple of self-cultivation be underground."

   Immediately, his face suddenly became gloomy, and he turned his head to look at Thor's corpse, which he tied to his hands with a rope and dragged forward.

   "This damned traitor dared to lock Lai in such a dirty and deep underground place. If Lai didn't want to execute him himself, I would have wanted to annihilate his body with a single blow."

Charlemagne shrugged his shoulders and continued to move forward. Mr. Bigworth on his chest whined non-stop because of his keen sense of smell. The kitten buried its head completely in his leather armor and curled up into a ball, as if trying to escape from this situation. The pervasive stench.

  Charlemagne looked at the cat on his chest with some distress, and the small Eragon floating beside him seemed to be completely unaffected.

   "If I knew it earlier, I should have left Eragon and Mr. Bigworth outside. In terms of the animal's keen sense of smell, this place is too much for the cat to suffer."

  In fact, what Charlemagne didn't know was that Mr. Bigworth's reaction was not only because of the smell, but also because of the smell, which reminded him unconsciously of the miserable life of Naxxramas.

   After all, the place where rotting undead gather together...the taste is naturally not much better.

   After passing through this long and flavorful underground waterway, Charlemagne finally breathed a sigh of relief.

  Although the inside of the Hall of Self-cultivation deep underground also had a faint strange smell due to poor air circulation, it was much better than the suffocating stench of the sewer.

  Entering the first hall inside the Hall of Self-cultivation made Charlemagne feel strong discomfort, and the whole hall was bright red like blood.

   This disgusting red liquid is still flowing out of the four strange large glass tanks on each side, and all of these liquids are gathered in the center of the hall from the grooves built on the ground.

  A suspended **** ball in the center is very eye-catching, and beside the blood ball stands a huge strange mechanical creation.

Charlemagne looked at the mech-like mechanical body, frowned and said to Azadas, "I didn't expect this place to be still in operation after more than 10,000 years. The mechanical creation in the middle should be the experimental product of Thor. —Dark Will."

   "It hasn't been activated yet, what are we going to do? Demolish it or bypass it and move on?"

"snort!"

   Azadas snorted coldly, untied all three dragging ropes tied to his hands, and took out the Hammer of Kazgros from his waist.

   "Of course it is to tear it down, this dark creation cannot let it stay here!"

  Charlemagne nodded, seeing Azadas's angry face, he gave up his seat with interest.

   "Okay then, I'll leave this robot to you. According to my guess, it should be automatically activated whenever it is attacked."

  Azadas waved the holy hammer in his hand nonchalantly, "Ha! Don't be so troublesome, I'll just kill it with one hammer!"

  Although most of the power in the Hammer of Kazgros has been infused into Onyxia, Azadas can still use it to exert the same power as Dagul used it.

"Wait a minute!"

Charlemagne took a step back in horror, "Don't you want to cause the earth to pulsate deep in the ground? This is no joke. Although the roof collapsed and we couldn't die, being buried alive in the ruins is not an interesting experience. .”

   Azadas replied with a smile all over his face, "Don't worry, I will be careful!"

   As he spoke, he yelled and slammed the holy hammer on the ground. Feeling the vibration from the ground, Charlemagne left the midfield with two consecutive flashes.

  ‘I hope you really have a sense of proportion...’

   Sure enough, feeling the vibration of the earth, the will of darkness quickly absorbed the huge blood cells suspended in front of it, and the originally empty heart was immediately filled with blood cells.

   This strange liquid seems to be its energy source. As soon as the blood cells entered the body, the dark will immediately moved its two mace-like arms, as if adapting to the body that had not moved for more than 10,000 years.

  However, Azadas didn't give him this chance at all. The extremely thick ground thorns had already emerged from the ground at this time, and effortlessly knocked the dark will that was stretching its arms and legs into the air.

  The ground thorns made by the hammer of Kazgros are much more terrifying than Charlemagne's pocket version. Charlemagne can already see many damages on the mechanical body of the dark will.

   This is not over yet, Azadas has already jumped towards the will of darkness with the holy hammer in his hand, and hit the giant container with red liquid flowing on the opponent's chest with a hammer in mid-air.

"boom!"

A crisp cracking sound resounded in the hall. Azadas's blow obviously hit the vital point of the dark will. With the **** liquid that drained out, the dark will that lost its power source moved more slowly. When it landed, it had already Completely unresponsive.

   "Boom boom boom!"

  Azadas did not simply let go of this strange mechanical creation. After landing, a sledgehammer 80 and a small hammer 40 were struck, completely dismantling the mechanical body of the dark will into inseparable parts.

   "Hmph! A monster made by Thor, but that's all."

  Azadas snorted with his nose, and Charlemagne, who was watching the battle from a distance, twitched a bit, "What pride do you have in winning against a counterfeit product as a titan guardian..."