The point at which "differentiation" began was in 1989—this fact was only ascertained by the Titan Aiden after Amansur and Sargeras entered the game world.
Although this information is brief, its importance is beyond doubt.
Before this, both Sargeras and Amansur believed that the way to solve the invasion of imaginary world monsters was to completely eliminate all human modification schemes to the imaginary world, and to leave the imaginary world and return to the real world.
The only difference between the two was in how to deal with the imaginary monsters in this world before leaving the current game world.
Amansur was a conservative, believing that the main priority should be to stabilize the situation. Correspondingly, Sargeras was naturally a radical, believing that these imaginary monsters should be eliminated, and even the entire world constructed from imaginary energy should be destroyed.
However, if their common goal was to be achieved, there was a necessary prerequisite—that the method of eliminating all traces of human modification to the imaginary world over the past hundred years could indeed completely eradicate the crisis in the imaginary world.
But now Aiden tells them that differentiation started at the end of the twentieth century. At that time, Aiden had not yet brought the Eye of Sargeras back to the real world, and the "Eye of Sargeras" technology company, which later developed a series of fantasy technologies, had not yet been established. It was still more than two hundred years before human scientists led by Emma explored the imaginary world.
If the seeds of differentiation had already been sown at this time, then Amansur and Sargeras's methods would undoubtedly be useless.
They obviously realized this. Sargeras roared, "Then aren't we facing a dead end?"
He wholeheartedly believed that the simplified system he created could play a crucial, even game-changing role, but if the situation was really as Aiden said, this method would instead accelerate the process of the universe's destruction.
The change had already occurred. Although Sargeras was the creator of this simplified system, he could only activate it, not shut it down.
"Not necessarily," Aiden said. He looked at the other two brothers in name, and said in a deep voice, "I have a desperate, last-ditch solution!"
Amansur and Sargeras immediately stared at him with wide eyes.
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Who is the greatest enemy of the Pantheon?
It is the Old Gods;
Who is the greatest enemy of the Burning Legion?
It is the Old Gods;
Who is the greatest enemy of mortals?
It is still the Old Gods.
These Old Gods are cruel, evil, powerful, and numerous, spread throughout the universe.
The Pantheon is known as the most powerful force in the universe, but the Titans still haven't explored the edge of the universe. And in those countless worlds with intelligent life that they have discovered, almost all already have Old Gods, or the Old Gods parasitize the planet immediately after the Titans have just finished transforming it and left.
The Pantheon is only the most powerful force in the known universe. In the more vast and boundless universe, there are even more unknown Old Gods.
The power of the Pantheon lies in their mastery of the authority to release imaginary energy. At the same time, they can mass-produce giants and Titan warriors with considerable combat power, which they can use to consolidate their achievements and explore more worlds.
But when the potential system settings failed, and the prisons and defense facilities that the Titans had set up also collapsed one after another, the Old Gods, originally scattered across countless star fields and planets, fighting their own battles, and even suffering from severe infighting, gathered together under the call of a hidden consciousness.
They came to the Twisting Nether from different worlds, their numbers rapidly increasing from a few sporadic ones to dozens, hundreds, thousands, and then… infinite.
They roared madly, they were invincible. Wherever they passed, the powerful native creatures in the Twisting Nether fled in all directions, and even the primitive and violent arcane energy floating in the Twisting Nether was devoured by these Old Gods.
"Now who is the most powerful force in the universe?"
This title, which had belonged to the Pantheon for hundreds of thousands of years, was transferred from this day on to this group of evil gods who were about to subvert the entire order of the universe.
This group of fanatical Old Gods, gathered together to welcome the end of the world, the Twilight Hour, the End of Time… quickly assembled and consciously attacked the Pantheon and the Burning Legion's base camps.
To destroy the universe, start by destroying these two forces that claim to be the strongest in the universe!
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"Hey, you! That big bug!" When a group of Old Gods passed through a certain part of the Twisting Nether, the strongest one, covered in spikes and resembling a hedgehog, shouted at a "fellow" not far away who was wandering around.
That big bug was huge, only slightly smaller than the leading hedgehog-like evil god. It had a dark red carapace, its whole body was covered with spikes, and when it occasionally bared its teeth, its mouth full of fangs looked even more terrifying.
If there were heroes from Valoran here, they would definitely recognize that this was an enlarged version of "Void Terror" Cho'Gath.
"Me?" Cho'Gath's green compound eyes turned, staring at the hedgehog that called it.
It quietly swallowed, the hedgehog arousing its appetite—but despite Kog'Maw's massive size and seemingly clumsy form, it was actually a very clever and cunning predator.
It knew very well that the opponent had a dozen or so helpers of varying strengths, and its own power was inferior, so there was no chance to eat them.
At least, not now.
Just… 'I really want a feast!'
This thought grew stronger and stronger in Kog'Maw's mind, and it even felt an urge to drool.
"Of course, it's you, who else could it be?" the hedgehog shouted impatiently, "Hurry up and join us, the operation is about to begin.
Didn't you keep up with the other teams? Then follow us! Don't be a blockhead, use your head!"
"Oh, oh," Kog'Maw responded a few times.
It was under Aiden's orders to stay here and await changes in the situation of Xireth.
There was no specific concept of time in the Twisting Nether, but Kog'Maw could basically deduce that several months had passed since Aiden gave it the order.
In these months, it had not received any further orders from Aiden, and not long ago, it had also observed the Burning Legion withdrawing from here.
It had even sensed the presence of "old friends" Xerath and Kha'Zix.
However, these two guys left without leaving any information or instructions, so Kog'Maw didn't know what it should do, or what Commander Aiden needed it to do.
At this time, facing the invitation of a true Old God, Kog'Maw's clever brain turned, and it knew that the other party must have regarded it as one of their own.
Since there were no superior instructions, then it could only act freely!
Kog'Maw immediately had an idea, and it joined this temporary Old God team, becoming a "trainee Old God."
It didn't take much effort to obtain enough information—the Old Gods from all over the universe were gathering, preparing to overthrow the Pantheon and the Burning Legion, completely rule the entire universe, and begin the true "End of Time"!
As this small team expanded into a large army of thousands of Old Gods in a short period of time, Kog'Maw couldn't help but secretly worry about the fate of its commander.
You must know that these heroes from "League of Legends" had a contract with Aiden, and both sides shared honor and loss.
If Aiden didn't have a good time, these heroes would definitely not have a good time either.
"I have to think of a way to ruin the plans of these Old Gods!"
Kog'Maw secretly decided in its heart.
Although its own power was insignificant in this endless group of Old Gods…
Kog'Maw was very self-aware, and it felt that it could just act according to circumstances.
As for how much it could do?
That didn't matter—anyway, there was still its commander, Aiden, the person who truly determined the fate of the world, standing in front.
What Kog'Maw didn't know was that Aiden was currently overwhelmed with work.
He had previously successfully mediated and prevented the fight between Sargeras and Aman'Thul, and told them his plan.
His plan was fundamentally different from the other two, and this had already been formulated when he last returned to the Imaginary Earth from the Eternal Kingdom's translocation device.
If all of this disaster was caused by the "differentiation" between the imaginary world and the real world, triggering the self-adjustment of the universe's rules, Aiden believed that as long as the real world and the imaginary world were made exactly the same, it might be possible to avoid the universe's forced intervention.
The universe's own adjustment method was to completely destroy the real world and the imaginary world, and then re-conceive a new universe; while Aiden planned to directly compile the real world and the imaginary world on the existing basis, and adjust the two worlds through the way humans once compiled the imaginary world, so that they would eventually become completely the same.
This method was worth a try—if this method could not succeed, the universe would inevitably be destroyed, and all other methods would be irreparable.
Before Aiden left the Imaginary Earth and returned to "World of Warcraft", he handed over a complete Titan corpse, as well as some artifacts and important information to Emma, entrusting her to re-develop a Titan platform based on the imaginary world.
Only if she succeeded would Aiden have the basic conditions to implement his plan.
Sargeras was obviously very clear about this, so he said at the time: "In that case, we will verify the permissions to the simplified system platform and open the mirror channel to let you return to the imaginary world to complete this matter!"
"I agree too," Aman'Thul said solemnly.
Aiden certainly agreed, but he felt that things would not be so simple.
Right now, the Old Gods were gathering on a large scale, and Aiden didn't think that he would be able to get out of this world so easily.
And the fact was just as he had guessed, when the three of them injected the highest authority into the simplified Titan system and opened the mirror channel connecting to the Imaginary Earth, a ruthless prompt sounded:
"Mirror channel is damaged and is self-repairing…"
Sargeras's green face turned cyan, then black.
"It will take more than ten days," he said.
But they could all sense that a large group of Old Gods were rushing towards them.
To achieve their goals, they must first face a great decisive battle!
A great decisive battle between the Pantheon, the Burning Legion, and the mortals united against the Old Gods!
Ten days?
Sargeras's estimate left Aiden and Aman'Thul at a loss.
The urgency of the situation now far exceeded their expectations. Countless Old Gods had gathered in the Twisting Nether, and they could engage them at any moment. Although the three of them possessed the highest Titan authority and could not be threatened by ordinary Old Gods, they were even more aware that if this was the prelude to the "End Time," these Old Gods would not be so easily defeated.
One had to know that these monsters could strengthen themselves by devouring their own kind. One, ten, or even a hundred Old Gods attacking any one of them would not be able to win, but if the power of hundreds or thousands of mature Old Gods was combined into one body, the result would be hard to say.
And the number of Old Gods was far more than tens of thousands!
Once engaged, let alone ten days, Aiden felt that even in the most optimistic scenario, they would hardly last more than five days.
Aman'Thul said, "Only by mobilizing all our power can we get through these ten days."
"That's right, I've decided to release all the demons in the Abyss and use my authority to enhance their power," Sargeras said, narrowing his eyes slightly, appearing very serious.
Before parting ways with the Pantheon, Sargeras had spent hundreds of thousands of years fighting the demons of the Abyss and the Old Gods, especially the former.
The demons in the Abyss were monsters by design, vast in number and endless. Sargeras spent countless time imprisoning and sealing them. Later, as his differences with Aman'Thul intensified, to the point where he left the Pantheon, these former defeated foes became his subordinates.
In fact, the Burning Legion was able to become a force in the universe comparable to the Pantheon in just over twenty thousand years because these endless demons in the Abyss had pledged allegiance to Sargeras. These demons are the main constituents of the current Burning Legion, including Doomguards, Nathrezim, Abyss Demons, Succubi, Voidwalkers, Imps, Felguards, Eye Tyrants… and hundreds of other species.
However, what is exposed is actually only a small part of the Burning Legion's true strength. Most of the Abyss Demons have always been sealed in the Abyss. Although Sargeras became the object of their allegiance, these demons were not all released as a result.
Sargeras did not completely trust these cunning demons—or rather, he did not trust these demons at all, but only wanted to use them to achieve his own goals.
And now, in an emergency, he could only resort to this tactic. Anyway, he would not feel sorry if these demons were consumed in the confrontation with the Old Gods.
Sargeras had already stated his position, followed by Aman'Thul.
The master of the Pantheon continued, "I will mobilize all the power of the Pantheon and summon the intelligent beings on all the planets that have established Titan order to support the battlefield here."
The Pantheon itself is the strongest force in the universe. In addition to the six high-ranking Titans of the Council, the Council also rules over tens of thousands of ordinary Titans. Below the ordinary Titans, there are also various Titan creations, including Storm Giants, Stone Giants, Mechagnomes, Earthen, Iron Dwarves, Vrykul, Tol'vir… and many other kinds of creatures.
When needed, the Pantheon can produce these creations through the creation engine assembly line. At that time, the Titan creation army will continuously join the battlefield.
The Pantheon, which controls the Void Energy Device, can do far more than that. They can even create infinite possibilities. This is why the Pantheon is the undisputed strongest force in the universe.
However, the three of them were well aware that releasing Void Energy would lead to an increase in the power of the Old Gods. Aman'Thul would not rashly use Void Energy to change the situation unless absolutely necessary.
After the two most powerful forces in the universe had stated their positions, the two Supreme Titans looked at Aiden.
"Don't look at me like that, I can't compare to you," Aiden couldn't help but smile wryly. "My influence is limited to the Angel Legion of the Eternal Kingdom, Azeroth, and I can also slightly call on the mortals of Draenor and Shyriss, as well as the Naaru in the Twisting Nether. Compared to the power you can mobilize, it's simply insignificant."
Aman'Thul and Sargeras smiled at each other, the former putting on a profound look and said, "That's because you haven't truly tapped into the authority you possess. As a Titan with the highest authority, how could your power only be what you say it is?"
"What else am I capable of?" Aiden blurted out.
After returning from Earth, he had already inherited all the authority from the Titan Aiden and mastered the relevant information. If he had forgotten some minor details, that would be somewhat possible; if he still possessed some power that he himself didn't know about, but could affect the battle—that seemed unlikely.
"You don't have to belittle yourself, my brother," Aman'Thul reminded him, "Carefully recall your authority and identity!"
Aiden thought about it, but still came up empty. He looked confused, "Give me a hint?"
Sargeras said, "We left our names in this world long ago, but you haven't."
The Dark Titan's hint immediately reminded Aiden of something.
Aman'Thul and Sargeras had once entered "World of Warcraft" from the outside world as Investigators, but when humans disconnected this imaginary game from the Titan system platform from the outside, the two highest-authority Titans became liberalized native characters in "World of Warcraft".
In a game-like way, they were NPCs.
Because of this identity, their behavior was restricted by the system and settings, so that many times they knew that some things would inevitably happen, but they still had to do them.
For example, the differences between Sargeras and Aman'Thul, the establishment of the Burning Legion, and Sargeras's forced entry into Azeroth, to the point of being killed by the Guardian Aegwynn when he was at his weakest.
Before they entered the World of Warcraft, they had already known the background information of this game, but after becoming NPCs, they still followed the settings step by step and did these things that they knew the results of.
And Aiden was different—he was transported in—to put it figuratively, he entered this world as a player. Therefore, although he was also affected by the system settings and plot, in most cases he was still able to control his own behavior, act according to his own will, and change the course of history after finding the right method.
He is a player—and players do have some special permissions, such as viewing NPC information.
Aiden had already used this "privilege" to accomplish many things, and he had obviously ignored another more important "setting" of his player identity.
Just as he suddenly realized, Aman'Thul had already said the answer:
"Players can get experience!"
Players can get experience—Aiden had almost ignored this matter.
He had actually almost forgotten this fact that had existed ever since he crossed over to this world.
All things considered, he had been in the World of Warcraft for less than ten years, including the two years he initially spent in the Emerald Dream.
When Aiden first came to the real world from the Dream and set foot on the Hinterlands, his strength was not even that of an ordinary hero. It was only after Kael'thas presided over the Holy Transformation ritual that he was elevated to the level of a hero.
And as he fought all the way, defeating powerful enemies, his strength also grew rapidly. Now, even without the authority granted to him by his identity as "Titan with Supreme Authority," his own strength surpassed that of the former "Defiler" Archimonde.
Aiden had never carefully considered why his strength was growing so fast. He subconsciously felt that it was the "Titan" identity that brought him this power. But now he finally understood that it came from his identity as a "player."
Killing monsters to gain experience, then leveling up, and then a significant leap in strength—wasn't this the privilege of a game player?
Aiden understood all of this and suddenly felt much more confident, but he quickly thought of another question: "Even if I can gain a lot of experience from this battle and increase my strength a lot, can this allow us to delay enough time?"
"Yes, of course, it can—but we need to act according to the plan!"
——
Here is a Titan observation station in the Twisting Nether.
This observation station was originally a front-line base for the Pantheon to monitor the Burning Legion's main camp. It was quite large and was a permanent defensive fortress group.
Now the atmosphere here is very serious, not only serious, but even a bit… strange.
Those who should be entering and leaving here are the Titans and Titan constructs of the Pantheon, but now there are demons of the Burning Legion stepping into this place, and the two are actually getting along peacefully, not fighting each other because the enemy is close at hand—they have received instructions from their respective superiors, but the long-standing opposition still makes them dislike each other, so that even though the Titans and demons are close, the air is still filled with the smell of gunpowder.
At the beginning, there were many frictions between the two sides, almost leading to accidental clashes, but now, only a dozen hours have passed, and the opposing emotions on both sides have obviously decreased.
This is not because they have abandoned their prejudices, but because a more dangerous enemy has already approached. Both the Pantheon and the Burning Legion have to focus their main energy on fighting this enemy—the Old Gods. The endless Old Gods and their minions launched an attack on them ten hours ago.
Aiden was in the command room of this observation station at this time. Besides him, there was also a staff team of more than a hundred people.
On his left was a group of Titans, operating Titan equipment, constantly recording important information into the system based on the intelligence returned from the battlefield, and marking it on the war zone map. On his right was a group of demons, doing almost the same thing.
The leaders of the two sides are "Avenger" Aggramar and "Deceiver" Kil'jaeden.
These two deadly rivals who had fought fiercely in Silithus not long ago are now Aiden's deputies.
Now the troops of the Pantheon and the Burning Legion are fighting fiercely with the Old God army on the front lines, while Aiden is staying in the rear, serving as the commander of this coalition—this is the plan provided by Sargeras and Aman'Thul.
The reason is very simple—because he is a player and can gain experience from battles.
So if he is the commander of this war, a portion of the experience generated by all the enemies killed on the front lines will be distributed to him in a team, and at the same time, the troops under his command will also gain some experience.
In other words, in the process of eliminating these Old Gods, Aiden only needs to move his mouth to continuously become stronger, and the soldiers on the front lines can also improve their strength by bravely killing the enemy—this is completely a win-win situation!
Aiden doesn't have to worry about harming others with his blind command—because the think tanks led by Aggramar and Kil'jaeden will give him the most correct advice, and he only needs to nod.
Even Aman'Thul and Sargeras are on standby on the front lines, and he alone, in the name of the supreme commander, has become an actual humanoid order-issuing machine.
Aggramar found him with a piece of newly acquired intelligence and said, "Lord Aiden, the mortal coalition forces from seventeen star systems including Z31, T04, and N57 have arrived in the Twisting Nether through the teleportation array. It is recommended to arrange them in the 17th war zone."
"Well, arrange it that way!" Aiden nodded mechanically.
After a while, Kil'jaeden also came over: "Your Excellency, the nine demon lords of the River of Sulfur and the Scorching Hell have led 4.2 million demons to the war zone. The 6th war zone has suffered heavy losses and needs to be replenished."
"Then send them to the 6th war zone," Aiden said.
"As you wish!"
Aiden rubbed his face.
He is not a battle maniac, nor is he someone who doesn't know how to be lazy, but everything must be divided into situations.
Although he is not on the front line, the map in this command room allows him to monitor all the situations within hundreds of thousands of miles around this observation station in real time.
The reinforcements from the Pantheon and the Burning Legion have been continuously joining the battlefield, but in this short period of ten hours, the battlefield has been eroded by 14% of the area by the Old Gods. And the smaller the battlefield, the more unfavorable the situation will be for them.
According to the calculation of the think tank, they will completely collapse in at most four days.
The situation is very serious. Even if more reinforcements arrive, and the soldiers on the front lines gain experience and improve their strength because they are in a team with Aiden, the time of this collapse will not be much longer than the think tank's estimate.
Ten days?
Sargeras said at least ten days, maybe twelve days, half a month is possible. But even if it is ten days, Aiden can't think of any way to delay it for so long.
He frowned and thought hard, but for a while, he still gained nothing.
Everyone staying in this command room is the smartest and most militarily proficient staff in the entire universe. Aiden believes that their judgment will not have too much error.
The power to change the war situation must not be within the strength estimated by these think tanks.
Then what exactly is it?
Just as he was frowning, Prophet Velen stepped into the command room.
This highly respected Draenei elder first glanced at the busy "Deceiver" Kil'jaeden—his former best brother, who also looked up as if feeling something.
Kil'jaeden grinned, revealing a strange smile, not knowing if it was friendly.
Prophet Velen lowered his head slightly, walked over and said to Aiden: "Lord Aiden, all the Naaru have responded to your call."
He paused and continued: "One hundred and eight thousand Naaru are waiting for your dispatch!"
The Naaru Legion was the first force from Aiden's camp, but it certainly won't be the last. Previously, Aiden was brought to the Twisting Nether along with fourteen other heroes. He went alone to pursue N'Zoth, while the others, according to his orders, established bases and contacted other forces.
Now, with the addition of the Naaru, the speed of establishing bases has greatly increased. Within Aiden's sphere of influence, countless races and warriors have been teleported to this base. Every warrior is ready for battle, prepared to join the fight against the Old Gods and their minions!
This base is formed by connecting one hundred and eight thousand Naaru fortresses. It stands in the Twisting Nether like a giant sun, emitting an eternal and indestructible holy light.
Inside this light sphere, the leaders of various factions are gathered together.
The situation near the observation station has been transmitted here in real-time through the Titan Watchers, so the leaders understand the perilous battle they will face next.
Victory means continued existence, failure means complete annihilation!
Everyone within the giant Naaru fortress is mentally strained.
Currently, the leaders are holding a video conference with Aiden from a distant location. Aiden's projection has directly descended into the meeting hall from trillions of miles away.
Naaru leader Xirel communicates through telepathy: "The Naaru Legion is ready."
Xirel was the first Naaru Aiden encountered. It recognized Aiden as the Changer, the Revealer, and today, everything that has happened to Aiden proves its foresight.
Judgment Angel Kayle says: "The Eternal Kingdom's Angel Legion is ready!"
The Angel Legion is Aiden's most powerful and reliable force, without a doubt.
Fallen Angel Morgana is unwilling to be outdone: "The Fallen Angel Legion is ready to depart at any time."
Thrall pounds his sturdy chest: "The Orcs are ready to fight!"
"The Council of Three Hammers will fully support this war; no Dwarf will refuse this battle!" Muradin Bronzebeard's voice is rough, and his eyes are sharp.
Admiral Daelin Proudmoore says: "The Seven Human Kingdoms are ready to heed your call at any time!"
Anasterian says: "The High Elves do not fear bloodshed!"
"All of our Gnome engines are waiting to be ignited!"
"The Tauren will always be your most steadfast allies. The Earthmother protects us."
"The Trolls never evade war."
Sitting next to Troll leader Vol'jin is a Goblin Trade Prince. This neutral race, which always believes in the supremacy of profit, has historically had a bad reputation in Azeroth. For money, Goblins dare to do anything. Swindling, cheating, and shoddy goods are minor offenses. To make money, they even sell slaves, over-exploit resources, engage in pornography, and speculate in wars… As long as it's a profitable business, there's nothing Goblins wouldn't do.
However, during the Cataclysm, some Goblins who placed their bets on Deathwing finally lost everything. Later, the Goblins had no choice but to join the Alliance. If they hadn't done so, the Alliance might have eliminated the Goblins, who were defined as Deathwing's accomplices, after killing Deathwing.
The leaders all look at this Goblin Trade Prince. He slowly adjusts his hat, revealing his bloodshot eyes under the brim, and says fiercely: "Let's put it this way, several of us Trade Princes have already filed for bankruptcy with the bank! All of our munitions and explosives will be provided to friendly forces free of charge. Let those damned Old Gods taste the power of our Goblin technology; we'll bury them with gold coins!"
The Goblin's statement amuses the leaders, and a burst of low laughter echoes in the meeting hall.
Then, Archdruid Malfurion Stormrage says in a deep voice: "The Night Elves will also go all out."
"If I don't go to hell, who will?" The Pandaren leader, Taran Zhu, says solemnly.
The Valoran Allied Forces don't need to state their position; Aiden's orders are their mission. Demacia, Noxus, Ionia, Freljord, Bandle City, Piltover, Bilgewater… All countries and forces now belong to the Valoran Federation, and Valoran's warriors were the first to be teleported to this giant Naaru fortress.
In addition, the Wyrmrest Accord, the Earthen Ring, the Cenarion Circle, and other organizations have also announced their participation. Everyone understands the significance of this war; any behavior that preserves strength is naive and laughable. Going all out may still lead to failure; shrinking back offers even less chance of victory.
Halfway through the meeting, several more guests arrive in the hall.
"It seems I'm late." The speaker is a giant whose size exceeds most of the leaders present—this is the Gronn demigod Gruul.
Aiden smiles: "It's not late if you've arrived!"
Gruul says loudly: "Ogres and Gronn will also join this war!"
Several of Aiden's old acquaintances walk out from behind him: Arakkoa leader Terokk and Draenei Defender Maraad are among them. Several Void Elf node princes have also come in person, expressing their full support for this war!
They also indicate that they have brought their troops here and are ready to participate in the battle at any time.
And soon after, reinforcements from Shyrk arrived here.
This meeting hall brings together all the races and forces within Aiden's sphere of influence. He is delighted to see everyone fully supporting this war.
This was a heavy burden of trust, and Aiden felt an even greater responsibility on his shoulders. This was no longer just his own affair; the outcome of this war would even affect the entire universe, including, but not limited to, the universe within the current "World of Warcraft" worldview, as well as the outer Imaginary Earth and the real-world Earth, and even more potentially existing unknown civilizations.
He couldn't afford to lose, and neither could anyone else!
He looked at the leaders and said with utmost sincerity, "I can't express the excitement in my heart. Your trust fills me with strength and makes me even more confident that we will overcome all obstacles and triumph over all difficulties! But we must not shy away from the grim situation—as you have all seen and heard, the situation is very unfavorable to us!"
His words made everyone's expression solemn. After all, here, everyone could observe the battlefield situation through the remote information system, as well as the intelligence summaries from the Titan Observation Station, which was Aiden's headquarters. The vast majority of them had experienced wars, and some were even outstanding military leaders. Precisely because of this, they could better see how unfavorable the situation was to them!
Not to mention anything else, Azeroth, Silithus, and Draenor could easily gather mortal armies exceeding two million in scale. Such a number would be unimaginably huge for any race, but in the entire Twisting Nether battlefield, this number was only equivalent to the number of Pantheon and Burning Legion troops that were currently being killed in twelve minutes during this battle.
Ordinary soldiers could only fight against the minions of the Old Gods in this war and could not play a role in changing the battle situation at all. Everyone was very clear about this.
If all these forces were Investment into the battlefield, the most elite combat forces of the three planets might be wiped out within a few hours!
Aiden changed the subject and said, "The Old Gods are indeed powerful, but they are not invincible. Although the road ahead is rugged, there is still a glimmer of hope. What we have to do is to go all out and snatch this glimmer of hope from the hands of the Old Gods!"
"It is my greatest honor to fight alongside everyone." He stood up and bowed, and then the image disappeared.
—
Aiden's morale-boosting behavior certainly had an effect. He himself firmly believed that there would be a glimmer of hope, but he just hadn't thought of it yet.
Prophet Velen was not the only one who came directly to the Titan Observation Station to find Aiden himself. In addition to him, Aiden also had another guest—Medivh, the Guardian.
This prophet with a troubled fate found him but hesitated to speak. Aiden knew what he wanted to say. He sighed, looked at Medivh, and said in a low voice, "I know what's troubling you, Prophet. I can guarantee that if this war goes smoothly, I can return Med'an to you!"
"Thank you! I…" Medivh hadn't cried since he was fourteen years old, but now his eyes were sore, and tears welled up in his eyes.
What he wanted to ask about was indeed this matter, but he also understood the current situation even better—even the Pantheon and the Burning Legion had united. Strictly speaking, the Burning Legion and Sargeras were now protecting mortals, after all, the power of mortals did not play a significant role in this war, and could even be said to be cannon fodder—except for the absolute top transcendents among mortals who were qualified to face the Old Gods, everyone else could only use human wave tactics to fight against the minions of the Old Gods.
Before this, Medivh was still trying to find ways to save his son Med'an from Sargeras' clutches. After thinking about it, the only way to revive Med'an was to expel Sargeras' soul from his son's body again, but how easy would that be?
Sargeras was the most powerful warrior in the universe, there was no doubt about that. In the entire universe, only Aman'Thul and Aiden, as the Titans with the highest authority, could compare with him. No one else was even qualified to fight him.
Medivh's power was considered very strong among mortals, but in front of Sargeras, he was not even as good as an ant. It would be effortless for the other party to kill him.
Therefore, to expel Sargeras' soul, he could only ask Aiden to take action.
But now the situation was so dire, how could Aiden possibly take action?
This was precisely why Medivh felt embarrassed.
But he didn't expect that before he could even speak, Aiden directly gave a promise.
Although the situation was precarious, Medivh's heart was now full of longing for the future.
Aiden would definitely not deceive him. As long as this war was won, he would be able to get his son back.
From then on, he, Garona, and Med'an could truly retire and enjoy the family happiness of an ordinary family—how wonderful would that be!
As for Aiden—the reason he could agree was not to boast.
If this war was won, Sargeras would inevitably have to leave this world. By then, Med'an's body would naturally no longer be needed, and returning it to Medivh would just be a matter of a word.
Of course, the prerequisite was to win this war.
This goal seemed almost impossible to achieve at the moment!
Sargeras was on the front line, and he felt this most deeply.
Sargeras possessed the authority to modify and delete system models, which was the fundamental reason he was known as the strongest warrior in the universe. When he unleashed his full power, even Aman'Thul would give way.
His 'Dark Reaver' was characterized by attacks that always hit and ignored any means of defense. Combined with his immense authority, no one in this universe could confront him head-on!
But that was all in the past. Now, in this war raging in the Twisting Nether, he felt a sense of helplessness.
The simplification of the Titan system's damage to the World of Warcraft system not only led to the Old Gods breaking their seals and gathering here but also significantly weakened Titans like him and Aman'Thul, whose strength relied on authority.
The war had already lasted for three days, and some particularly powerful Old Gods were gradually emerging from the ranks of the Old Gods.
Sargeras was currently facing a colossal Bone Demon—an Old God pieced together from countless corpses. It was initially just a spiritual monster but possessed the ability to extract nearby bones to create a body and gain power. As a result, only three days into the war, it had already assembled a body larger than ten Azeroth planets combined.
Compared to this Bone Demon, even if Sargeras expanded his body to its maximum size, he would still look like an infant facing a giant.
Sargeras had been fighting this Bone Demon for over three hours. Before this, the strongest opponent he had killed only took five or six minutes. The Bone Demon's characteristics were simply too restrictive for Sargeras, preventing him from fully exerting his powerful attack.
He was struggling, and Aman'Thul was in a similar situation.
His opponent was an invisible monster named the 'God of Silence,' whose characteristic was to completely block all of the enemy's senses.
This characteristic was exceptionally powerful. Those enveloped in the Silent Domain could not see light, hear sounds, smell odors, or feel external temperature changes, and even their own bodies!
When enveloped in the Silent Domain, a person wouldn't even feel it if their heart was silently removed by an enemy.
Aman'Thul was trapped by this domain.
Although he wasn't worried about being silently killed by the enemy, escaping the Silent Domain was clearly not an easy task. Unable to sense his own body, he couldn't move, and without movement, he couldn't escape. This had almost become a stalemate.
But the continued presence of the battlefield leaders, Aman'Thul and Sargeras, the leaders of the two largest forces, could have boosted morale and inspired their warriors to fight bravely, but now they were both unable to free themselves.
With the two strongest Titans in such a predicament, the situation of others was imaginable.
Since the appearance of these two troublesome Old Gods, the situation on the front lines had become very unfavorable for the Pantheon and the Burning Legion.
Sargeras swung his sword, and the Dark Reaver unleashed a beam of black flames, severing a large arm of the Bone Demon from its root. But just as he withdrew his sword to evade the opponent's attack, when he turned back, the severed part of the Bone Demon had regrown a bone arm with a similar shape.
The only change was that the Bone Demon's volume had shrunk by about one-thousandth.
Sargeras was furious. He glanced in the direction of Aman'Thul and took in the situation of the battlefield.
"Let Aiden join the battlefield and support us, quickly!" he roared at the Doomguard Legion Commander beside him.
"Yes, sir! Yes, sir!" The Doomguard flapped its wings and immediately flew away from this land of death.
According to the original plan, Aiden should have joined the battlefield on the fifth day. But the speed of the situation's deterioration far exceeded their expectations. The Old Gods grew stronger with each battle, while they grew weaker, leading to today's outcome.
It was foreseeable that as more Old Gods joined the battlefield, there would definitely be Old Gods with even more terrifying characteristics than the Bone Demon and the God of Silence. At that time, it might not just be a question of whether they could hold on.
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When the news reached the command center, Aiden immediately prepared to go to the battlefield.
Aggramar said, "I'll go too. I'm not very useful here."
This was not a humble statement. Although Aggramar was very talented in commanding large armies, in such a situation, personal strategies and tactics were of little use. Ordinary military command and dispatch could be completed by the advisors here.
Kil'jaeden also said, "I'll go too."
The reason was the same as Aggramar's. Kil'jaeden's functions almost overlapped with Aggramar's, but they belonged to different camps. It was undoubtedly a fantasy for a Burning Legion commander to command the Pantheon's forces.
Aiden thought for a moment and pointed to Swain, who had only been working in the command center for two days, and said, "I intend to let Swain take my place in strategic deployment. What do you think?"
Kil'jaeden's heart stirred, and he spoke first, "We have no problem. The Burning Legion will accept Lord Swain's command."
Aggramar thought for a moment and nodded, as this was acceptable.
Aiden patted Swain on the shoulder and said, "I'm counting on you."
"I will do my best, Commander!" Instead of being overwhelmed with gratitude, Swain answered very seriously.
"I also authorize you to command the three planets of Azeroth, Silithus, and Draenor, as well as the Ethereals, Naaru, and Angels. You can decide when to deploy these forces to the battlefield based on the situation. However, they can't join until at least one day later!" Aiden authorized Swain through the mental imprint, and the other allied leaders immediately sensed this transfer of authority.
After finishing the last few instructions, Aiden immediately rushed to the battlefield. Aggramar and Kil'jaeden followed closely behind.
Before the system of the World of Warcraft was damaged, although Aiden, like Sargeras and Aman'Thul, had the highest Titan authority, he knew that in terms of absolute power, he was still far behind the other two.
Aman'Thul is the manager of the imaginary world, and Sargeras has the strongest attack power. He can't compare to either of them.
But as the system gradually collapsed, the authority of all three of them was greatly weakened, and Aiden's characteristic as a "player" allowed him to gain a huge amount of experience in this war, and his personal strength increased instead.
Now, Aiden has full confidence that his absolute strength is no weaker than Sargeras and Aman'Thul.
So his joining is indeed an important weight to change the battlefield situation.
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What is the Bone Demon God most afraid of?
Its main body is actually just a spiritual monster, so Aiden judged that it should be more afraid of mental attacks.
After making up his mind, Aiden immediately separated a mental clone and launched a powerful mental shock directly at the Bone Demon God.
...
He was very correct. With just one tentative shock, countless bones clinging to the Bone Demon God fell off. This result was more brilliant than Sargeras's attack in an hour!
Sargeras's eyes lit up when he saw this. It's not that he couldn't use mental attacks, but he certainly wasn't as good at it as Aiden. What's more, the Bone Demon God's main body was a spiritual monster. Although it had such a weakness, it was obviously not so easy to break through. If Sargeras himself were to use mental shocks, he might exhaust himself to death and still not be able to tear the opponent apart.
So Sargeras knew that what he should do was to attract the Bone Demon God's attention so that Aiden could tear the opponent apart as quickly as possible!
Because Aiden found the right method, it didn't take too long to eliminate this troublesome Bone Demon God. Only three minutes later, the Bone Demon God's huge body collapsed with a bang. The psychic monster hiding in the core power wanted to escape, but how could Sargeras, who already hated it to the bone, let it get its wish?
The Dark Reaver bloomed with a captivating black flame, burning the psychic monster that had escaped thousands of miles away to ashes.
"I'm going to help Aman'Thul!" Aiden didn't stop for a moment and immediately rushed to the Father of the Gods, who was entangled by the God of Silence.
The battle situation here on the main battlefield was successfully reversed due to Aiden's appearance. And the two powerhouses who came from the headquarters at the same time as Aiden rushed to different directions respectively.
Aggramar observed in the headquarters that the Pantheon's Third Legion was in the midst of a fierce battle. It was close to the defense zone of "Dream Weaver" Norgannon, which was originally led by Aggramar's deputy, a powerful Titan, but a group of unusually powerful Old Gods suddenly attacked here, and his deputy had already been killed in battle.
The Third Legion is in a desperate situation without a leader, and Aggramar must rush there to stabilize the situation!
And Kil'jaeden went in another direction. That was the defense zone responsible for the Burning Legion, and the defense line was still very stable. It was one of the few sections of the huge battlefield that had not fallen into a disadvantage.
This is thanks to a very outstanding commander among the demons of this part of the Burning Legion—"The Destroyer" Archimonde!
Archimonde died in Outland a few years ago, and his soul returned to the Twisting Nether. His resurrection was entirely due to this sudden outbreak of war.
If the Pantheon and the Burning Legion had not reached a consensus to jointly resist the invasion of the Old Gods, Iona, the "Life-Giver," would have died rather than resurrecting Archimonde, this old enemy.
Due to the urgency of the situation, plus Aman'Thul's order, Iona finally reluctantly resurrected Archimonde.
"Oh, why are you here, my brother?" Archimonde sensed Kil'jaeden's approach from afar.
Because the battle situation here was good, Archimonde had the leisure to greet Kil'jaeden.
"Come to support you." Kil'jaeden replied.
"You don't have to stay in the headquarters?"
"No need."
"But I don't need support here for the time being. I heard that the battle situation on the Eastern Front is a bit bad, why don't you go there?"
Kil'jaeden shook his head and said, "The situation there is not urgent, I am needed here more."
Archimonde didn't quite understand, but he knew that his brother had always been extremely intelligent, and what he said was generally correct.
And soon this guess was verified, another group of very powerful Old Gods attacked here.
It is now the fifth day since the start of the war, and the third day of Aiden's official participation.
The allied forces' defense line has shrunk by sixty percent since the beginning of the war, already showing a clear disadvantage. On the other hand, although the Ancient Gods have also suffered countless casualties, they seem to be growing in number as the battle progresses. The massive Ancient Gods and the countless minions of the Evil Gods fill every corner of the allied soldiers' vision, with no end in sight.
The sheer number is despairing!
Because Aiden has become the supreme commander of the allied forces, everyone in the alliance enjoys the special privilege of teaming up with "players." They have gained massive experience from the nearly five days of fighting, and the strength of the surviving warriors has increased exponentially. Even Sargeras, the Titan with the highest authority, has greatly improved his strength, not to mention Aiden himself.
But even so, the battlefield situation is still extremely unfavorable to the allied forces.
Firstly, the Ancient Gods are too powerful, and some very difficult characters are constantly emerging, some even more terrifying than the previous Bone Demon God and the God of Silence.
Secondly, the allied forces cannot be replenished, and their war potential is about to be exhausted.
According to the rational analysis of the General Staff, the conclusion is that, under the current circumstances, the allied front line can only hold out for a maximum of twenty-four hours.
This is the most optimistic estimate. If unforeseen circumstances occur, it is very likely that all front lines will collapse within an hour.
What are unforeseen circumstances?
For example, one or several Evil Gods, even more powerful than Aiden and the other two Titans with the highest authority, suddenly emerge from the Ancient Gods' camp and kill or seriously injure the three of them with overwhelming force. As long as the mainstay collapses, the allied forces will immediately collapse!
The situation assessment was issued by the General Staff led by Swain. As an agent, Swain is naturally well aware of the grim situation on the battlefield.
Now, he has to send the allied forces from Azeroth, Draenor, and Xirese, plus the Ethereals and the Naaru, to join the battlefield.
Although bringing these forces in at this time undoubtedly pushes them into the abyss of destruction, the battlefield is so cruel. The civilizations and races that have perished in these five consecutive days are countless, but people still follow one after another. Because once this war is lost, no one will be able to survive.
Dying on the battlefield is better than dying in a massacre.
This is the thought in the hearts of many warriors.
"I order: The Naaru Fortress to move to the Fifth War Zone and join the battlefield immediately!" Swain clenched his staff and issued the order word by word.
After receiving the order, the warriors who had been resting for the past four days rushed to the Fifth War Zone in this super-massive Naaru Fortress.
Swain did not act selfishly to preserve the strength of the allied forces. The Fifth War Zone is the war zone closest to the main battlefield.
The main battlefield is the area where the fighting is most intense. Aiden, Sargeras, and Aman'Thul, who possess the strongest combat power, are responsible for dealing with the most powerful Ancient Gods on this battlefield.
Their left wing is the defense zone of the Pantheon. "Sculptor" Khaz'goroth and "Shouter" Golganneth lead the Titan Legion to face other Ancient Gods.
"Life-Giver" Eonar is responsible for healing, and "Dream Weaver" Norgannon is responsible for mobile support.
The right wing is the Burning Legion's responsibility. "Destroyer" Archimonde leads several Demon Lords who have just been released from the abyss in a fierce battle with the Ancient Gods.
The main battlefield attracts eighty percent of the firepower, and the mortal forces from various galaxies only need to contain the remaining one-fifth of the Ancient Gods and their minions.
This sounds much easier compared to the other two major forces, but mortals are not having an easy time at all.
Mortals come from thousands of galaxies. Even though they all obey the command of the Pantheon, different races and different civilizations find it very difficult to cooperate seamlessly and work together in such a war. In addition, the inherent disadvantages of mortals lead to even more tragic conditions here than on the main battlefield. Every second, tens of thousands of mortals are buried in the Twisting Nether, and the Ancient Gods seem to be endless.
Swain, authorized by Aiden to command, sends the mortals from the three galaxies in the Naaru Fortress to the battlefield, which almost means that these millions of troops will disappear in the next few hours, or even be completely destroyed.
But against such a background, the survival of a race, a civilization, or even a galaxy is already insignificant. Because once they lose, it will be the destruction of the entire universe.
Aiden certainly does not want to see his warriors die in such a war of unequal strength, but he can't care about those things now.
He has been in the war for three days, and he has killed no less than a hundred Ancient Gods with strange characteristics, even more powerful and difficult to deal with than the Bone Demon God and the God of Silence from the day before yesterday. Now they have finally encountered the biggest crisis.
The Ancient Gods can gain more powerful power by devouring their own kind. This characteristic is possessed by all Ancient Gods.
When Aiden uses the authority of "player" to gain strength by killing the Ancient Gods, some Ancient Gods also greatly increase their strength by devouring the corpses of their own kind. Among them, those Ancient Gods with very powerful characteristics and extremely fast speed in digesting or transforming the power of their own kind have grown rapidly in these few days. The previous Bone Demon God and the God of Silence were like this.
Now, among this group of particularly powerful Ancient Gods, there is also an old acquaintance of Aiden—"Nightmare God" N'Zoth!
Aiden killed N'Zoth's body at that time, but because Sargeras and Aman'Thul's war failed to destroy N'Zoth's soul in time, this guy found an opportunity to send signals to those Ancient Gods who regained their freedom in the real world, guiding them to the Twisting Nether. This is why this war happened.
N'Zoth, as the key BOSS of the universe's doomsday in the original "setting," will not completely die before it completes its mission, no matter what happens to it.
N'Zoth has endured for a full five days. It has been carefully absorbing the soul power of other dead or dying members of its own kind. Coincidentally, its characteristics allow it to convert these powers into its own energy at an extremely fast speed.
Now is the time.
N'Zoth generously revealed its true strength, instantly shocking countless members of its own kind on the battlefield.
At the same time, it sent out important information: "It's time to end all this."
The Ancient Gods believe in the law of the jungle, where the strong are respected. Now, the strength N'Zoth has shown undoubtedly exceeds that of other members of its kind. What's more, these Ancient Gods will not forget that it was N'Zoth who summoned them to the Twisting Nether a few days ago.
So now N'Zoth has become their leader.
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The first to notice something was wrong was Aman'Thul.
He was originally engaged in a fierce battle with three other Ancient Gods whose strength was no less than that of the Bone Demon God from the previous day. If his strength had remained at the level of the previous day, he would have undoubtedly been defeated long ago. However, benefiting from the "team" effect, he had greatly improved his strength due to the massive experience gained, allowing him to handle these three enemies with ease.
He had calculated every step of his actions, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, the most severely injured spider demon-shaped Ancient God would be killed by him in at most two minutes, and the other two wouldn't last more than five minutes.
But just as he was preparing to launch an attack with a bolt of lightning, he suddenly lost his connection to Eonar.
Aman'Thul's heart skipped a beat.
Such a mental connection, unless his perception was completely shield, like what the Silent God had done before, could not be severed no matter how far apart they were, even across the boundaries of reality and the Twisting Nether, isolating the past and the future.
Aman'Thul was certain that his perception was not shield, so there were only two possibilities:
One was that Eonar was isolated in a place he couldn't perceive; the other was—Eonar had met with misfortune!
Aman'Thul felt somewhat uneasy, which was a first for him.
Because he possessed the secrets of time and could perceive the past and future, he was already aware of all changes.
Although his authority was limited due to the system's collapse, preventing him from seeing clear outcomes in the future, he could still predict some small details.
Aman'Thul was absolutely certain that Eonar's death was not among them.
Eonar had been his wife for hundreds of thousands of years, and although this relationship was given to him by the "system," Aman'Thul had no complaints.
"If something happens to Eonar..."
Aman'Thul became even more uneasy at the thought of this.
Before he could get an answer, he lost his connection to his son, Golganneth, just a dozen seconds later.
Aman'Thul's heart immediately grew cold. He knew something major had definitely happened.
He immediately sent a warning signal to Aiden and Sargeras.
Just as the signal was sent, the light of a teleportation spell appeared before him.
Coming from the other side of the portal was an aura very familiar to Aman'Thul, that of "Dream Weaver" Norgannon.
The platinum Titan quickly stepped out of the teleportation array, his originally stiff face displaying lingering fear. He came to Aman'Thul's side and first released an incredibly powerful arcane blast, blasting away the spider demon-shaped Ancient God that Aman'Thul had already half-killed, and then temporarily froze the other two with frost magic.
"Eonar and Golganneth... have perished," Norgannon said in a hoarse voice.
His knuckles gripped tightly the two discs in his hand, one bronze and one platinum.
Aman'Thul looked over in great shock—Titans were metal constructs with a rather unique body structure. Their souls were metal discs of the same color as their skin, housed inside their heads.
The auras of Eonar and Golganneth emanated very clearly from the two discs in Norgannon's hands.
With their soul discs removed, these two Titans had obviously perished.
Aman'Thul couldn't believe it and reached out to take them, his heart filled with grief.
These were the souls of his wife and son.
If he could win this war, he would have a chance to revive them in the future, as long as he kept their souls safe, anything was possible!
But just as his hand touched the soul discs, a warning suddenly sounded in his heart!
Almost simultaneously, a gray-brown energy filled with evil and corruption spread out through the two soul discs, and then the platinum and bronze discs exploded with a bang, the terrifying energy engulfing everything around!
Aiden turned his head abruptly and saw that the area around Aman'Thul, within a radius of hundreds of kilometers, was filled with an energy that extinguished life.
And Aman'Thul had become incredibly weak in his perception.
Aiden's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He immediately waved the Staff of Time, releasing the power of time to hold back the enemy he was currently fighting, preparing to go to the rescue, but just as he put his plan into action, another enormous energy fluctuation came from the direction of Sargeras.
He turned around and saw a mass of black-purple mist entangling Sargeras.
Sargeras roared in the black mist, frantically waving his great sword, trying to shatter the black mist, but the effect was not obvious, and his own body was instead surrounded by more black mist.
Aiden was greatly alarmed because he clearly felt that the black mist contained a very familiar aura—the aura of the "Nightmare God" N'Zoth!
Although only a small part of it belonged to N'Zoth, Aiden was sure that his feeling was absolutely correct!
His heart sank, and with the situation suddenly deteriorating to its current state, he no longer had any optimistic feelings.
Aiden didn't weigh things too much. Sargeras didn't seem to have suffered any obvious damage at the moment, but several very powerful Ancient Gods were swarming around Aman'Thul, taking advantage of his weakness, obviously intending to kill the master of the Pantheon.
Without much thought, it was definitely Aman'Thul who needed support more now.
He immediately said to Sargeras through mental communication: "Hold on to your heart, Sargeras! I'm going to support Aman'Thul, I'll be over in a moment!"
Sargeras immediately responded through gritted teeth: "Go quickly! I'm going to tear these bastards apart!"
Aiden immediately flew towards Aman'Thul's direction.
This was obviously a carefully planned operation by the Ancient Gods, otherwise it wouldn't have been so well-timed, causing Aman'Thul and Sargeras to encounter huge crises at the same time.
Aiden even knew that there must be a part of it aimed at him. It must be during his rescue of Aman'Thul. Maybe on the way, maybe during the rescue.
But he had to do it, otherwise, let alone holding on until the mirror channel opened in ten days, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold on for the next ten hours.
He did encounter many Ancient Gods coming to stop him on the way to the rescue, but fortunately, they were all delayed by the power of the Staff of Time.
Just as he was about to arrive, a holy angel struggled to break through the encirclement and came to him, saying in a very flustered manner: "Commander, Commander—the Queen is in danger!"
Angel Pamyel, Kayle's adjutant.
The Queen she spoke of was undoubtedly the Judgement Angel Kayle, the Queen of the Eternal Kingdom, and Aiden's first hero, and most trusted partner, even friend.
Aiden took a deep look at Angel Pamyel, confirming the other party's identity.
Aman'Thul had just told him what had happened to him through mental communication, and he had to be on guard against whether another Ancient God who was good at imitation had turned into Pamyel to deceive him.
But he had confirmed that this was Pamyel, and what she said was true.
"I know," Aiden just pursed his lips, gritted his teeth and continued to rush forward.