Aiden didn't not want to rescue Kayle, but he couldn't disregard the overall situation.
In terms of relationship closeness, Kayle was the first hero he summoned, while Amansul and Sargeras were nominally his 'brothers.' However, Aiden himself knew very well that he wasn't the 'Titan Aiden' who was separated from Sargeras' heart by Emma back then. He was the real Aiden, from the 21st century, a person of flesh and blood!
So, Amansul and Sargeras were not his brothers.
But even if he cared about Kayle, he couldn't abandon the more important Amansul, who was right in front of him, to rescue Kayle, who was further away. Because he couldn't afford to lose this war, and no one could afford to lose it.
"I'm sorry," he murmured in his heart.
He recalled the Battle of Shattered Ridge in his first year in Azeroth.
At that time, his strength was still very weak, barely reaching the level of an ordinary hero, but in that battle, he encountered an encirclement by three powerful undead heroes: the 'Crypt Lord' Anub'arak, the Death Knight Brox, and the Lich Dar'Khan. The situation was very critical at that time. If Quinn and Kayle hadn't shielded him from fatal attacks with their bodies one after another, he would have died in that battle long ago.
The Battle of Shattered Ridge wasn't the closest Aiden had come to death; later, in the Battle of the Ancient Courtyard, he had even perished once with the Chromatic Dragon Ouro, but it was definitely the battle that made him feel the most despair and helplessness.
After that battle, he realized that he must not become complacent just because he had the allegiance of more than a hundred heroes and millions of people in Valoran. He would never allow himself to be a burden again, letting those heroes who were loyal to him shield him from the wind and rain.
But now, he had to break his promise.
Just as Aiden was rushing forward, he suddenly sensed that a hero had lost contact with him—
"Quinn!" Aiden exclaimed.
The one who had blocked Anub'arak's fatal blow for him in Shattered Ridge. And now, Demacia's most outstanding scout, the female warrior who depended on the giant eagle Valor… had sacrificed herself!
However, Aiden didn't even have time to mourn for a second before he realized that two more heroes had lost contact with him: 'Gragas the Rabble Rouser' and 'Zyra, Rise of the Thorns.'
The former had defeated all the dwarves with good wine in two consecutive Winter Veil Festivals, making the forthright dwarves in Ironforge admire him to the point of prostration. The latter had a somewhat eccentric personality and opened a flower shop in Los Angeles, but few people dared to buy her flowers—because some unsuspecting customers who bought her flowers back home actually found that these flowers would play mischievously—those plants could move.
Aiden clenched the sword and staff in his hands painfully, his knuckles turning blue from exertion. He wildly brandished the divine sword, and the Old Gods blocking his path froze in place, being cut into pieces by him without resistance.
However, the heroes under his command continued to lose contact with him.
"Die!"
The silver-white judgment in his hand burst out with brilliant blue holy flames. The sword light swept across, and the holy flames drew a semi-circular arc, cutting more than a dozen Old Gods who swarmed up into several pieces.
Aiden rushed forward. The distance between him and Amansul had been shortened a lot. In just a few seconds, he could kill his way there and relieve the siege!
The surrounding crazy Old Gods were not afraid because Aiden killed more than a dozen of their kind with one sword. Instead, they attacked even more fiercely.
Aiden showed no mercy, raised the Staff of Time, and once again stopped time. Just as he was about to kill these frozen evil gods, an unexpected change occurred—in this gray space where time was stopped, a golden scorpion suddenly pounced towards Aiden.
This evil god was completely unaffected by time!
Aiden himself could not move freely in the stopped flow of time, but would always feel strong resistance, but this golden scorpion was extremely fast. Even if Aiden reacted and wanted to immediately release control over time, it was already a little late.
The golden scorpion used its pair of huge pincers on its forelimbs to firmly clamp the Staff of Time in Aiden's hand. At the same time, its tail flicked, and the poisonous stinger at the end pierced over, the target was not Aiden, but the Staff of Time!
Aiden was shocked and slashed at the scorpion's head with his sword, but the holy flames blooming on the sword had just radiated out when they stagnated in the void, and all of Aiden's movements were frozen at this moment.
His thinking could still function normally, but this made Aiden even more shocked—because this was clearly a means of stopping time!
And the caster was the golden scorpion in front of him that could still cast spells normally!
At the same time, the group of Old Gods that had been frozen by Aiden all resumed their actions and pounced on him.
Aiden could only watch helplessly as the enemy used the enemy's means to deal with him. He knew how to respond, but he couldn't do anything at all.
The Staff of Time—failed…
The divine power inside the staff was completely suppressed by the golden scorpion's venom. Aiden didn't know whether this was a temporary effect or permanent damage, but no matter which one it was, he needed to realize that he had reached a dead end.
He sighed in his heart. In these few seconds, several more Valoran heroes lost contact with him: 'Udyr, the Spirit Walker,' 'Galio, the Sentinel's Sorrow,' 'Poppy, the Iron Ambassador,' 'Rammus, the Armordillo,' 'Maokai, the Twisted Treant'… and 'Kayle, the Judicator.'
"I'm sorry, I have let you down…" Aiden wanted to close his eyes, but such an action was also wishful thinking in the stopped time.
The ferocious Old Gods pounced from all directions. Each of them was so powerful, let alone dealing with an opponent who couldn't resist?
They wanted to kill Aiden, just as easily as Aiden had killed more than a dozen of their kind before. All they needed to do was attack.
And just as these attacks were about to hit, Aiden's heart suddenly shook violently—a familiar thought was transmitted to his heart, belonging to 'Aman'thul, Father of the Gods,' who was not far from him and whose life was in danger.
"I entrust this burden to you, Aiden, my brother—"
Aiden tried hard to turn his head, but he couldn't.
"Boom!"
In that direction, the master of the Pantheon, the Supreme Titan Amansul's body suddenly disintegrated, turning into rolling thunder, and thousands of lightning bolts sped away in all directions.
The entire universe echoed with the roar of thunder.
Aiden seemed to see a wise and tenacious old man's unyielding gaze staring at him. At that moment, he regained his ability to move.
He stood there blankly. The Old Gods who were originally going to kill him were torn to pieces by the lightning from behind, including the golden scorpion that almost killed him.
These ten thousand lightning bolts all landed on the heads of the Old Gods. In just a few breaths, the densely packed, boundless Old God army became much sparser. Especially the area close to the center of the lightning, it actually became a vacuum zone of Old Gods—only the power belonging to the Pantheon Allied Forces remained in place, and all the Old Gods who had been fighting with them were dead!
Aiden took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down and not shed tears.
A white-gold disc and a staff with lightning surrounding the top appeared in his hand.
The former was Amansul's soul, and the latter was the supreme artifact in his hand.
Even Amansul had fallen…
It was only the fifth day, but even if Amansul sacrificed himself, how much time could he buy for the Allied Forces?
Aiden no longer expected to be able to break through the encirclement and persevere to the end. Now his only thought was to kill!
Kill the Old Gods, avenge Kayle, Quinn, Amansul, and all those who sacrificed themselves, until the moment he fell!
He clenched the Lightning Staff. This supreme artifact contained even more powerful power than the Staff of Time, which could help him achieve his wish and kill more enemies!
Just as Aiden rushed towards the enemy, an extremely grief-stricken roar suddenly came from Sargeras' direction.
The 'Dark Titan' Sargeras also learned of the death of his brother.
Although there were differences between him and Amansul, they were never enemies. They had always had a common goal, but the means of achieving it were different. Moreover, this time, they took the opportunity to create a mirror channel to completely put aside their differences and unite to jointly resist the evil forces of the Old Gods.
But now, his closest brother was killed before his eyes!
"Unforgivable! You must all die!" Sargeras' eyes spewed out substantial anger, and the skin on his body cracked inch by inch. The flames of hatred burst out from the cracks. The green mist that had been wrapped around him seemed to have encountered a nemesis, and it actually dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After regaining his freedom, Sargeras roared and rushed towards the direction where Amansul had died. The Old Gods further away had already rushed up again, trying to stop his footsteps, but Sargeras in his rage displayed even more powerful combat power than usual. The 'Dark Reprisal' in his hand erupted with devastating black flames, and all the evil gods who tried to stop him were burned to ashes by this black flame, their bodies and souls destroyed.
The frenzied Sargeras shocked the Old Gods, and he quickly rushed to his destination. He saw Aiden holding Amansul's staff in his hand, and his eyes suddenly emitted a frightening light: "He's dead? Amansul is actually dead?" Sargeras' voice trembled slightly because of excessive excitement.
Aiden remained silent.
"He's dead?!" Sargeras raised his voice and asked.
"Yes, he's dead! But many people are dead!" Aiden roared, "If you want revenge, then rush over with me and kill these evil god scraps!"
Sargeras stared at Aiden and said word by word: "I don't believe it! Take out his soul disc, I want to confirm it with my own eyes!"
Aiden felt that Sargeras was too stimulated and couldn't accept the reality. Wasn't he the same?
If he could, he would also rush to the battlefield where the Valoran Allied Forces were located to protect his heroes and warriors. Aman'Thul's self-destruction here did not have a significant impact on the situation there. In just a short while, several more heroes have died in battle.
Each of their sacrifices made Aiden's heart ache, so he could understand Sargeras's current mood.
"Hurry up and take it out!" Sargeras roared again when he saw Aiden's silence.
Aiden sighed and took out the platinum disc that contained Aman'Thul's soul. He was about to show it to Sargeras when he suddenly noticed that Sargeras was reaching out to snatch it—he suddenly realized something was wrong—Sargeras seemed too obsessed with obtaining this disc, rather than wanting to confirm Aman'Thul's life or death!
No, this is definitely not right!
Aiden suddenly remembered that Sargeras had been enveloped in a cloud of dark purple mist, which contained some of N'Zoth's aura, and it seemed to want to control Sargeras.
Now N'Zoth is gone—Aiden doesn't think that this "God of Nightmare" would die so easily.
If Sargeras had the ability to eliminate that black mist, he wouldn't have waited until Aman'Thul died before erupting.
So it's possible that Sargeras has already been controlled!
This inference made Aiden's hair stand on end in an instant, but soon he knew that this was not an inference, but a fact!
He subconsciously retracted his hand, but Sargeras suddenly swung his sword at him eagerly.
Even if the real Sargeras was in grief, he would not have taken such a measure. It has been determined that Sargeras has been controlled!
Although Aiden understood all of this, he had just put away the Staff of Lightning in order to take out the platinum disc, causing him to be locked on by Sargeras's attack. If he couldn't control time through the Staff of Lightning, he knew that activating Divine Shield would be useless. The only way was to face him head-on!
Aiden reacted instantly and blocked with his sword.
"Clang!"
The black Dark Reaver heavily slashed on the blue Silver Judgment.
When the blade of that black divine sword was in Aggramar's hands, Aiden could easily parry it with Silver Judgment. This was not only because of the vast difference in strength between Aggramar and him, but also because the Dark Reaver was incomplete at that time. Now that the Dark Reaver has been reborn and is in the hands of Sargeras, and the sword can fully exert its full power, the outcome of this confrontation is obvious—
Silver Judgment was broken in half.
Not only that, Aiden's body was also injured by the black flames. His throat surged, and he spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards.
Sargeras took a few steps forward, but not to chase and kill Aiden, but to grab the platinum disc that fell from his hand.
"Hahaha, it's still mine! You lost. In the end, you still lost everything!" Sargeras's voice completely changed, sounding low and eerie, completely unlike the loud metallic voice before.
Aiden had heard this voice before, it belonged to N'Zoth, the "God of Nightmare"!
Just now, Sargeras was in great confusion at the moment of Aman'Thul's death, and could no longer resist the invasion of N'Zoth's vast mental power. The flames that erupted after his body burst did not burn away the black mist, but allowed the black mist to truly pour into his body along those cracks and completely control his will.
Now this body has been controlled by N'Zoth.
Aiden summoned the Staff of Lightning, holding the half-broken Silver Judgment in his hand, and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva fiercely. He was ambushed just now. If it were a fair duel, even if N'Zoth and Sargeras's power were fused into one, they might not be able to defeat him!
Because Aman'Thul's dying blow had killed tens of thousands of Old Gods, allowing him to gain a huge amount of experience, and his own strength had been greatly improved. Even if Silver Judgment's power is not as good as Dark Reaver's, he has the Staff of Lightning. Relying on his stronger strength, he can completely fight against N'Zoth!
Even if he is injured now, and Silver Judgment is also damaged, Aiden still has the strength to fight!
He didn't answer, but rushed up directly. This time it was his turn to take the initiative to attack!
"Eh? You still refuse to admit defeat? Want to struggle to the death?" N'Zoth controlled Sargeras's body, blocking a bolt of lightning unleashed by the Staff of Lightning with his sword, but the holy flames splashed from the broken Silver Judgment still stained his body, causing that part to be burned very painfully.
Aiden snorted coldly and continued to attack fiercely. In the blink of an eye, several new wounds were added to N'Zoth's new body. There were electric marks, sword wounds, and scars from holy flames and natural magic.
This cunning and evil Old God finally couldn't bear it anymore. He forced Aiden back at the cost of injury, retreated a distance, and then roared: "See how you lose this war, Aiden!"
N'Zoth issued an order in Sargeras's name, and Kil'jaeden and Archimonde both received the information: attack the Pantheon and the mortal forces!
After confirming that this was indeed an order from the master, Archimonde immediately began to execute it, turning his spearhead towards the mortal coalition forces who were fighting fiercely with the Old Gods beside him. But Kil'jaeden stopped him and shouted: "We can't do this!"
"Why can't we? This is the master's order. Aren't you always the most obedient to his instructions, Kil'jaeden?" Archimonde stared at his good brother.
More than twenty years ago, when Sargeras died in Azeroth and his soul returned to the Twisting Nether, Archimonde became the highest commander of the Burning Legion. He was an ambitious person and quickly set about establishing his authority, wanting to eliminate the huge influence of the original master Sargeras on the Burning Legion. On the contrary, Kil'jaeden had been carefully serving Sargeras, who was only left with a soul, and diligently looking for a "container" that could accommodate his powerful soul for him.
But now, Archimonde was resurrected by Eonar's hand, faithfully and without discount completing the tasks Sargeras gave him, but he didn't expect Kil'jaeden to go against Sargeras!
"This is not an order that a commander should issue!" Kil'jaeden stared at Archimonde, "We can't do that, this is a false order!"
"Then you stay and deal with the Old Gods, let me execute the false order!" Archimonde showed a mocking smile, and then shouted to the Burning Legion troops under his command, "First, third, fourth, and sixth legions, follow me to attack the mortal forces! Destroy them! Kill these reptiles who caused the proliferation of the Old Gods!"
Kil'jaeden could only watch as Archimonde led more than half of the troops to attack the mortal allied forces, completely exposing their flanks to the Burning Legion.
He didn't directly stop it, because he fully understood that whether this was a false order or not, it didn't matter. In the face of foreign enemies, infighting could only result in them failing faster.
But whether they fail quickly or slowly, they cannot escape the fate of failure. Since that's the case, let Archimonde do what he wants!
As for those mortals, they never thought of defending against attacks from the flanks, because although there were demons there, they were their comrades this time.
How could they defend against their own comrades?
—
"Now the Burning Legion is launching an attack on the mortal and Pantheon forces." N'Zoth didn't forget to stimulate Aiden, who was chasing and killing him, while retreating rapidly, "Ha, do you want to see the scene of them killing each other? That must be wonderful!"
I have to say, he still underestimated Aiden's strength. Although he successfully destroyed the opponent's weapon by means of a conspiracy and sneak attack, and also took away the crucial soul container of Aman'Thul, Aiden's strength is still higher than that of Sargeras, the strongest warrior in the universe, who wields the strongest weapon in the universe.
Aiden knew that the other party was not lying. Now that N'Zoth has completely controlled Sargeras, possessing all of his authority and power, he can naturally command the Burning Legion to act according to his will.
But he couldn't control that much anymore.
Aiden completely cannot see the hope of lasting until ten days later, not to mention that Sargeras, who controls the mirror passage, has fallen into N'Zoth's hands. The thing he was most worried about before has happened—when the time comes, the mirror passage will not be the passage for him to leave "World of Warcraft" to carry out his plan, but the passage for the endless Old Gods in the Twisting Nether to spread to the real world!
At this time, Aiden's only thought was to keep killing before he was completely submerged by the Old Gods.
Since it is destined to be a loss, do you still have to kneel down and beg for mercy?
"You madman!" N'Zoth was chased and killed again for a while, and became even more annoyed. He summoned a large number of his kind to block Aiden, but for a while, he couldn't find a few Old Gods in the clan who could restrain the Staff of Lightning. The others who came only had the fate of being killed.
The body of Sargeras that it now occupies is already riddled with holes and full of scars.
If this continues, it is likely that Aiden will kill him!
No, of course not—
N'Zoth fled for a while, and finally led Aiden to the pre-arranged encirclement.
This is a defense zone close to the Burning Legion, and the Old Gods are attacking here fiercely.
Before, N'Zoth ordered the Burning Legion to attack the Pantheon and the mortal allied forces in the name of Sargeras, and Archimonde was doing just that, but Aiden quickly informed them of the situation on the main battlefield in his capacity as the supreme commander of the battlefield, and ordered the Burning Legion not to act rashly, and everyone must remember that their only enemy is the Old Gods.
But it was still a little late. Archimonde suddenly attacked the flanks of the mortal camp, resulting in hundreds of thousands of casualties. Although the General Staff Headquarters subsequently clarified everything in Aiden's name, the seeds of distrust have been sown, and the mortal camp can no longer expose its flanks to the demons.
N'Zoth rushed here and immediately shouted: "My servants, Aiden betrayed us, block him for me!"
But this is just an excuse. N'Zoth doesn't expect these demons to really respond to the call, because Aiden has already exposed its identity in advance.
His trump card is the several Old Gods in this direction, several Old Gods with special abilities, powerful strength, and who specialize in restraining Aiden!
Speaking of powerful traits, "Void Terror" Cho'Gath certainly fits the bill.
In the "League of Legends" background setting, Cho'Gath, who comes from the Void, may not be the strongest Void creature, but his strength is definitely among the best. However, in the "World of Warcraft" universe, his strength seems relatively ordinary, but he has been compensated with talent growth.
This is also why, from the time he was summoned until now, in just a few short years, he has grown from an ordinary hero-level Void creature to the point where, before the War of the Twisted Nether, other passing Old Gods judged him to be at the level of a growing Old God.
And now, the war has been going on for five days, and he has taken the opportunity to devour many Old Gods, and his strength has long since crossed the "growth period" and evolved into a fully mature Old God, and his size and strength are still growing wildly.
The strength he displayed successfully attracted the attention of N'Zoth.
"Remember, we will create an opportunity for you to devour Aiden. As long as you eat him, I can kill him and seize his supreme authority! By then, we can subvert the entire universe!" This was N'Zoth's exhortation to him at the time.
N'Zoth summoned a total of five powerful Old Gods, including Cho'Gath, with the aim of ambushing Aiden and eliminating the last Titan with supreme authority.
"Eat, eat!" Saliva dripped from Cho'Gath's mouth, like a gluttonous monster that could see nothing but appetite.
N'Zoth was very contemptuous of this big guy who only knew how to eat, but this plan still needed Cho'Gath's help, so it just despised the other party's stupidity in its heart.
At the same time, it was also very clear that Old Gods as clever and cunning as it, and as powerful, were only a minority after all. If every Old God was as smart as it, how could it become the leader of these fellows?
Thinking of the imminent elimination of the last threat, N'Zoth felt much better.
It sensed that near the Burning Legion's defense zone, the five Old Gods, including Cho'Gath, were ready, while Aiden was still chasing madly behind it. Just now, his back was hit by lightning again, which made it feel intense pain and paralysis.
After all, this body came from the mortal hybrid Med'an. Although he was extremely talented, he was still a mortal body. Although he had become countless times stronger under the blessing of Sargeras's powerful strength after being occupied by Sargeras, it was still much weaker than Sargeras's original bronze body.
It glared fiercely at Aiden, who was chasing closely behind, and thought to itself: "I'll make you look good later!"
It originally shouted to the surrounding demons of the Burning Legion out of a mentality of teasing the enemy, "My servants, Aiden has betrayed us, stop him for me!", but N'Zoth was very clear that Aiden had already informed the Burning Legion that Sargeras's body had been occupied by it, so N'Zoth did not expect any demons to really respond to it.
However, it didn't expect that someone in the Burning Legion actually responded—it was a demon warlock who controlled lightning and arcane energy. He teleported behind N'Zoth, and just when N'Zoth thought that this demon warlock would attack it, he didn't expect that the other party would block a bolt of lightning fired by Aiden's staff for it!
"I'll stop him, Master!" the demon warlock shouted.
N'Zoth retrieved Sargeras's memory and quickly remembered the identity of this demon warlock—he seemed to be called Xerath, the legion commander of the Fourth Legion, a demon commander who had risen rapidly from the War of Shifting Sands.
N'Zoth was very moved, never expecting that there would be such a loyal fool in the Burning Legion—and then it very decisively abandoned Xerath, taking this opportunity to successfully distance itself from Aiden.
It's just that N'Zoth didn't know that this Xerath was in cahoots with Aiden—the two fought, but in reality, Xerath took the opportunity to pass an important message to Aiden, a message from Cho'Gath.
Xerath told Aiden through telepathy about N'Zoth's arrangement for the Old Gods to ambush him ahead.
Aiden's mind turned, and he immediately decided to play along. He pretended to slap Xerath away with his sword, and then rushed headlong towards N'Zoth's encirclement. And under Xerath's reminder, Aiden almost immediately sensed Cho'Gath's location and made contact with him.
Through telepathic communication, he told Cho'Gath his response plan.
—
"The show is about to begin!" N'Zoth suddenly turned his head and happened to see Aiden stepping into the trap it had carefully woven.
It turned around and walked back, shouting: "Take good care of our guest!"
At this moment, Aiden suddenly felt as if his thoughts were being stripped from his body. All kinds of illusions appeared in his mind, and a voice was saying in his ear: Now it is July 21st of the 24th year of the Dark Portal…
"No, that's impossible—" Aiden shouted in his heart.
When the War of the Twisted Nether began, the time in Azeroth had already reached September of the 25th year of the Dark Portal. According to the time calculation, it should be September 9th now!
"This is an illusion!" Aiden recalled the plan that Xerath and Cho'Gath had told him through telepathy, N'Zoth's conspiracy to plot against him.
The first step of the plan was to let an evil god who was good at manipulating illusions invade Aiden's mind, thereby weakening his strength.
Aiden had been prepared in his heart, and even planned to launch a Jedi counterattack in cooperation with Cho'Gath when the other party's plan reached the last step. Before that, he told himself not to act rashly.
But when N'Zoth's plan began to be implemented, Aiden realized that he was a little careless.
Even with precautions in his heart, this evil god who manipulated illusions still succeeded.
This illusion was not to make him indulge in a fake and real situation, but to make him believe that he was one year ago.
A year ago, Aiden's strength was far different from today. He had not fully inherited the authority of the Titan Aiden, nor had he gained a lot of experience from the subsequent earth-shattering battles, especially the recent battles.
The power of this Old God lies in the fact that if Aiden believes that he is really a year ago, then his physical condition and strength will also regress to the level of a year ago.
Aiden resisted with all his strength, but he still felt his strength receding rapidly. Although it was not exaggerated to the point of being reduced to the level of a year ago, it basically forgot the strength gained from killing countless Old Gods in the past few days.
He was shocked in his heart. At this time, his strength was no longer his greatest reliance. Whether he would play along with the plan or be killed by N'Zoth in one fell swoop would depend on luck…
And after the first Old God successfully cast an illusion, another Old God immediately followed.
Aiden suddenly felt as if he had been thrown into the Antarctic at dozens of degrees below zero. Intense cold feedback came from every nerve in his body, and the chill instantly spread throughout his body, making his body stiff, his movements stiff, his reaction sluggish, and even the operation of his thinking became very inflexible.
"Time, the power of time—" Aiden was about to use the power of time at all costs to get himself out of the predicament when the third Old God took action—Aiden suddenly felt that he had lost the application of divine power. Not only the ability to control time, but even the Holy Light and the power of nature became unusable.
The one who cast this ability was a grayish-white ghost-like thing. It made a series of Cold mocking voice: "Invalid field, this is my ability—isn't it a surprise?"
At this time, Aiden had almost completely lost his resistance, but N'Zoth's plan had not yet been completed.
Under its instructions, the fourth Old God came to Aiden.
This is an evil god covered in eyeballs, and its appearance is somewhat similar to the Old God C'Thun in Azeroth. Aiden knew that the other party's ability was strong hypnosis—Cho'Gath had told him before that no one could resist the hypnosis of this eyemonster.
"Sleep, you will reach a new world after you wake up." The eyemonster's hundreds of eyes were turning, conveying such thoughts to Aiden.
Aiden only felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and he couldn't open them anymore.
Before falling asleep, he could only pin all his hopes on Cho'Gath.
If something goes wrong with Cho'Gath, he will really be dead—
"alright, he has been hypnotized by me and will not wake up within a day no matter what stimulus he receives." The eyemonster said to N'Zoth after completing the hypnosis.
"Very good. You did a great job!" N'Zoth was very satisfied, "Now there is only the last step left."
It looked at the big bug Cho'Gath, who was larger than the other Old Gods combined and was staring at Aiden's body with a big drool, and said: "Cho'Gath, now he is yours, enjoy this feast! But you have to remember to leave the disc in his body!"
"Eat, eat!" Cho'Gath's saliva was dripping.
Before Cho'Gath swallowed Aiden, N'Zoth stepped forward to take away the lightning staff in the opponent's hand, and then sneered: "You will see that new world—a world completely ruled by the Old Gods! I will eventually become the master of the universe, and you are just a stepping stone for me!"
After saying the victory declaration, N'Zoth turned to Cho'Gath: "Eat it!"
Cho'Gath swallowed Aiden in one bite, without even biting, and swallowed it directly into his stomach. It showed a very satisfied look, as if it had tasted the most delicious delicacy in the world.
"Is one day enough?" N'Zoth asked.
"No, no—small piece of meat, just a snack! Still want to eat, still want to!" Cho'Gath played the role of an Old God with only elementary intelligence vividly.
Only the Void-type heroes from Valoran know what kind of cunning is hidden in the heart of this ferocious-looking big bug!
It successfully deceived all the Old Gods, including N'Zoth, who has always prided himself on his outstanding wisdom.
"Very well, you will get a lot of meat." N'Zoth was very satisfied.
N'Zoth, seeing that the overall situation was settled, lowered its guard.
The only beings capable of threatening its life were the most powerful of its own kind, and the three Titans who possessed the highest authority.
Now that almost all of its own kind obeyed N'Zoth's commands, it wasn't worried about an Old God attacking it at this time.
And with one Titan already dead, another occupied by it, and the last on the verge of death, there was no one else in the entire universe who could threaten it. Why would it still be afraid?
No need.
"Then let us begin the next phase of our plan!" N'Zoth revealed an extremely wicked smile.
"C'Thun, stay here. The rest of you, go and hunt! Eliminate all enemies on this battlefield who are still resisting!"
The other four Old Gods with powerful characteristics had been waiting for these words. Hearing N'Zoth's command, they immediately left and went to the battlefield to hunt—both hunting enemies and devouring their already deceased brethren.
As long as it could increase their power, the Old Gods were willing to use any means.
Moreover, the battlefield was fierce, with food everywhere. This was a great opportunity to increase their strength. Who would want to stay here with N'Zoth?
Only N'Zoth and C'Thun remained in place.
N'Zoth took out the platinum disc belonging to Aman'Thul's soul, examined it carefully for a while, and then said to itself: "The door to Void energy has completely opened to me! The true Twilight Hour will be initiated by my own hand!"
It wanted to use this platinum disc to plunder Aman'Thul's highest authority, and use it to open the Void energy device, relying on the omnipotent Void energy to help it achieve its goals.
This was the ultimate goal of all Old Gods, and now that it was about to complete this great undertaking, it didn't realize that there was no one cheering, no one worshiping, just it alone here.
Oh, and a silly, big worm-like creature of its own kind beside it.
Although this listener was a bit dim-witted, N'Zoth couldn't help but indulge its desire to show off. It raised the platinum disc in its hand and said, "Do you know what this is, C'Thun?"
C'Thun stared at the platinum disc, tilted its head, and looked at it for a while before asking, "What is it?"
N'Zoth was about to explain, or rather, show off, but it didn't expect the big worm to ask again, "Can it be eaten?"
N'Zoth was stunned.
"Is it delicious?" Saliva almost leaked from C'Thun's teeth.
N'Zoth was speechless and laughed.
"How could I ask such a question to an idiot—" N'Zoth shook its head, "Look carefully, this is the soul disc of Aman'Thul, the 'Father of the Gods'. It cannot be eaten; nothing can destroy it!"
"Oh—" C'Thun was instantly disappointed.
"But I have a way to make you eat your fill through it!" N'Zoth's eyes darted as it said, "Do you want to know how to do it?"
"How to do it?" C'Thun's spirits lifted, and it immediately asked foolishly.
N'Zoth was finally satisfied with the other party's reaction. It seemed that to attract the attention of a foodie, only delicious food would do.
"I saw that you also put in some effort when ambushing Aiden just now. The other few ran away, and only you stayed behind, but I guarantee that this is not your loss, but their loss!" N'Zoth smiled mysteriously, shaking the platinum disc in its hand.
"I will use it to open the Void device and release powerful Void energy. When the time comes, giving you a little bit will make you stronger than all of them combined!"
"Really?" C'Thun's eyes glowed green, showing extreme excitement.
"Do I need to lie to you?" N'Zoth sneered.
"Quick, quick release it, I want to eat, I want to eat... Void energy!" C'Thun hurriedly urged.
"Don't worry, you won't be shortchanged. Just stay by my side and don't let anyone disturb me. I'll release it now."
"alright, alright!"
N'Zoth saw that this big worm was very simple-minded and suddenly felt a little fond of it.
"I will use Void energy to break the barrier between the Twisting Nether and the real world, and completely merge them into one. Then I will be the master of the entire universe. Be diligent, and I won't mistreat you!" N'Zoth said heroically.
"alright, alright, quick, release the energy!" C'Thun urged anxiously, looking even more anxious than its master, N'Zoth.
Of course, N'Zoth also wanted to hurry. Becoming the master of the universe was its lifelong wish, and it had formulated a very detailed plan for this purpose. If these plans went smoothly, it would gradually rule Azeroth, then counterattack the Pantheon, eliminate the Titans and the demons of the Burning Legion, and finally become the master of the universe.
Now that the supreme leaders of the Pantheon and the Burning Legion had been eliminated, and there was also a supreme Titan representing mortals, Aiden, who was about to die, its once almost unattainable dream was now actually before its eyes, within easy reach.
The urgency in N'Zoth's heart was no less than that of C'Thun, who was an "onlooker."
It mobilized the power within Sargeras' body to activate the platinum disc. Soon, it explored the path to deploying the Void energy device.
"Yes, yes, it's here, this is how to do it—let me complete this unprecedented great undertaking! Hahaha... Huh?"
Just as N'Zoth was so excited that it was almost mad, an unexpected change occurred. It was suddenly swallowed whole by C'Thun.
N'Zoth, enraged, didn't expect that this "little brother" it had originally designated would be a hero under Aiden—obviously, it felt that something like what happened in Azeroth could not happen a second time.
It absolutely could not encounter another major blunder like Vel'koz's defection.
When gathering manpower to ambush Aiden, N'Zoth even specifically investigated the details of these kindred who participated in the plan, including C'Thun's, but it didn't find anything unusual. It also didn't find any connection between the two through some special means.
When it was just swallowed, N'Zoth still thought that C'Thun must be insatiable, thinking that it could seize the platinum disc by swallowing it, and then open it itself and enjoy endless Void energy.
"That's a good plan, you have some courage, I was even deceived by you!" N'Zoth sneered.
"But you miscalculated one thing—I am not so easily defeated!"
After detaching itself from the system controlling the Void energy, it immediately prepared to counterattack.
Now that it occupied Sargeras' body and possessed the supreme artifact "Gorshalach," even though this big worm's body was quite special, did it think that its stomach walls, muscles, and carapace could withstand the destruction of Gorshalach?
Wishful thinking!
N'Zoth put away the platinum disc, and the lightning staff also appeared in its hand. One sword and one staff, both were the most powerful weapons in the universe, held in the hands of the most powerful warrior in the universe. How could N'Zoth not have confidence?
However, just as it was about to activate the divine power of the lightning staff to control time and release lightning at the same time, an unexpected change occurred—the lightning shot from the staff head did not strike N'Zoth's stomach wall as it wished, but hit its right hand holding the sword!
"Ah—" N'Zoth screamed.
Caught off guard, it completely took the damage from the lightning. The black greatsword in its right hand almost slipped and fell.
N'Zoth didn't understand why the lightning staff would attack it. Could it be that there was some hidden mechanism inside that would attack unauthorized users?
However, the answer soon emerged—it was Aiden!
He silently jumped out of the time barrier and punched N'Zoth's sword-wielding right arm heavily. Gorshalach finally slipped out and was grabbed by Aiden.
At the same time, he reached out and summoned the entire lightning staff, which turned into a bolt of lightning. N'Zoth's left hand was almost electrocuted, and it hurriedly let it fly away, flying into Aiden's hand.
One sword and one staff, the two strongest weapons in the universe, had now returned to Aiden's hands.
And Aiden—was the most powerful Titan in the universe.
During the time he was swallowed, he had fully recovered his strength with the help of C'Thun!
N'Zoth now understood that it was not that C'Thun's ambition had swelled and betrayed it, but that C'Thun had always been Aiden's man!
It had actually fallen in the same place twice!
"It's you again!" N'Zoth was both shocked and angry.
"It's me," Aiden sneered. His body suddenly disappeared from the spot, and the next moment he appeared directly next to N'Zoth. Gorshalach bloomed with blazing black flames in his hand, slashing at N'Zoth's head. The lightning staff was activated, freezing time and preventing N'Zoth from moving.
"Too late!" N'Zoth roared angrily.
It hated Aiden and C'Thun, who had acted as an undercover agent to deceive its trust. Moreover, losing the lightning staff and Gorshalach with Sargeras' body made it impossible to fight Aiden. Therefore, it decisively chose to self-destruct—just like Aman'Thul had done.
Its main body slipped out of Sargeras' body, turned into a black-purple mist, and passed directly through C'Thun's body.
Aiden's expression changed. He saw N'Zoth escape and also felt the dramatic changes taking place within Sargeras' body.
He gritted his teeth and directly activated the time power of the lightning staff, freezing time here. He could escape before Sargeras self-destructed, but that meant C'Thun and all the creatures nearby would suffer.
He was unwilling to witness that tragic scene again, so no matter what, he had to try to stop the process.
Time was stopped, and Aiden used his mental power to violently impact Sargeras' soul in the gray space: "Wake up, wake up!"
"I..." A response came from the depths of Sargeras' mind, "The heavy responsibility is entrusted to you, Aiden, my brother. Remember, the Trinity is the real highest authority!"
"Hold on, I'll help you restrain the self-destruction!" Aiden shouted loudly. At this time, only Sargeras himself could interrupt the self-destruction process; no one else could help him.
"I am not important. Remember the mission, my brother—" Sargeras' voice became distant, "Was I wrong? Mirror channel, decades of effort—" He suddenly opened his eyes. In this stopped time, this was simply an incredible act. Sargeras' eyes burst out with brilliant light, staring at Aiden: "Reverse all of this, please!"
The self-destruction process was halted. Aiden stared blankly at the bronze disc floating in the air before him—this was Sargeras's soul.
Just now, this bronze Titan, the master of the Burning Legion, endured immense torment, forcibly separating his soul from this body.
Fel energy and Titan authority existed because of Sargeras's soul. Therefore, after the soul was separated, the body's mutations gradually returned to normal.
Its cracks gradually healed, the demonic horns on its head gradually disappeared, the metallic skin turned back into a light green similar to that of an Orc, its limbs returned to human form, and its eyes no longer blazed with eternal light.
This was originally Med'an's body, and after many hardships, it was finally gradually returning to its original appearance.
Aiden used natural magic to heal the wounds on Med'an's body, and holy light magic to protect his fragile soul, then said to Kogas: "Return this child to his father."
"Yes, Commander," Kogas responded, then asked, "Who is his father?"
"… Medivh."
"If I am still alive after the war, I will find this person," Kogas said. "But now, I think we should do more important things."
"This is the more important thing," Aiden emphasized seriously. "I promised this father to return his son to him."
"If you insist."
"Alright, go ahead, leave the rest to me." Aiden waved his hand at the Void Terror, then turned to leave.
At this moment, a voice rang out nearby: "Lord Aiden!"
It was Kil'jaeden.
Aiden turned his head.
"Your Excellency, the entire Burning Legion now pledges allegiance to you!" Kil'jaeden knelt on one knee. "This is the Master's last wish, hoping that you can lead us to victory!"
Aiden glanced at the infamous "Deceiver," then turned his gaze to Archimonde, who was fighting the Old Gods in the distance. Sensing Aiden's gaze, the former loser turned his head away guiltily.
Archimonde couldn't help but feel guilty. Years ago, in a shattered world called Outland, he was killed by Aiden and a group of mortals. This time, he finally managed to resurrect, but against Kil'jaeden's advice, he carried out Sargeras's "chaotic order" under the control of N'Zoth, attacking the flank of the mortal army, leading to continued distrust between the two sides.
Now, Aiden's power was more than ten or a hundred times greater than his! Even worse, this former "arch-enemy" was also Sargeras's personally appointed next master of the Burning Legion. Archimonde couldn't help but feel guilty, fearing that the other party would immediately settle his debts.
"I accept," Aiden nodded. "I have only one order, and I hope you can abide by it."
"Please command, Master."
"Trust me," Aiden calmly gazed at Kil'jaeden, who was looking up at him. "When I need you."
Kil'jaeden solemnly said, "From this moment forward, you can achieve whatever you desire!"
"Good, go!" Aiden waved his hand, and was about to leave when several people came together for the same reason.
Aggramar took the lead and knelt on one knee: "Lord Aiden, please accept the allegiance of the Pantheon!"
Aiden raised the Staff of the Lightning, gently placing the head of the staff on Aggramar's shoulder: "I will complete what Aman'Thul has not yet accomplished."
Aggramar didn't originally have the sentimentality of mortals, but now he really had the urge to cry.
In this short period of time, the Pantheon suffered unprecedented heavy losses. Aman'Thul, Golganneth, and Eonar were all killed in battle, and most of the other Titans and Titan constructs were lost. The Old Gods, however, were killed more and more, and stronger and stronger. At this rate, they would lose their last line of defense in a few hours and face the slaughter of the Old Gods.
At this time, only Aiden, only this Titan who also possessed the highest authority, could save them!
Then Aiden turned his gaze to the several people beside him. These were all acquaintances of his—"Fallen Angel" Morgana, "Priestess of the Moon" Tyrande, "Ice Crystal Phoenix" Anivia, Paladin Tirion Fordring, High Priest Zachariah of Shiraseth, Nether-Prince Herald, Orc Warrior Garrosh Hellscream…
"Kayle…" Morgana looked up at Aiden, her eyes filled with infinite grief and anger.
"I know." Aiden's heart twinged fiercely.
Kayle had died in battle.
"Why did she release the final Holy Bulwark on me, Commander, why?" Morgana asked in a hoarse voice, desperately.
"She never regarded you as an enemy. You have always been her sister," Aiden knew what had happened.
At that time, a group of extremely powerful Old Gods suddenly attacked their position. Morgana and many other heroes were forced into desperate situations. The Dark Shield she cast on herself blocked many evil spells that would have killed her, but the shield was eventually broken. Just when she thought she was doomed, she was protected by a layer of golden holy light, and then swept away by a huge tentacle.
However, Kayle was submerged in the Old Gods' furious offensive and never came out again.
Tyrande also had a look of grief.
She also encountered something similar to Morgana, but more than one person sacrificed for her: Illidan and Malfurion both died to protect her, as well as her most loyal Sentinel guards, and the Priestesses of Elune of the Sisterhood of Elune.
The Night Elves were almost completely wiped out.
As for Anivia—this powerful guardian, the phoenix who once froze all life on Valoran, had sacrificed four times in this war, and had also been reborn four times.
Tirion Fordring was now the only survivor among the original paladins. Uther and Turalyon had both fallen. He now carried the Ashbringer, the divine sword of Highlord Alexandros Mograine, his close friend, which Mograine personally handed to him before his death. It was this sword that helped him cut a bloody path.
Garrosh glared with blood-red eyes. He was undoubtedly a true Mag'har Orc, and had never drunk demon blood or anything else. These red eyes were because he had witnessed too much bloodshed, sacrifice, despair, and anger.
The ancestral artifact great axe "Gorehowl" was already in Garrosh's hands, the blade still stained with undried blood, and the handle even more covered in fresh blood. Because of the special physical properties of the Twisting Nether, this blood condensed on Gorehowl, neither flowing down the blade nor being pulled away by other forces.
That was the blood of his father, Grom Hellscream.
Aiden knew why they had come, and he also knew what he should do.
"We only have one chance."
Suddenly, a strange rhythm was transmitted into the souls of everyone present, accompanied by the familiar and evil laughter of the Old God N'Zoth.
"I need you to trust me unconditionally!"
Tyrande, with tears in her eyes, suddenly raised her head, thinking of something. Subsequently, everyone who came from Azeroth did the same.
Tirion said in a deep voice: "Is this possible?"
"Yes!" Aiden replied affirmatively.
Is it possible?
In fact, Aiden did not know the answer. Because no one had ever tried it before, he had no objects to learn from or refer to.
Logically speaking, the probability of success was very, very low.
Not because that method was not powerful enough, but because the enemy was too powerful.
"Trust me, it must be possible!" Aiden exuded strong confidence, which infected everyone. Whether they were Titans or demons, humans or orcs, at this moment, they all believed that the person in front of them, who had repeatedly created miracles in desperate situations, would continue to create even greater miracles as always.
Just as he finished speaking, everyone heard a crisp "crack" sound, accompanied by a very clear shock.
"Drip, drip…" Garrosh suddenly felt a sensation on his toes. Looking down, the blood that had originally condensed on the axe blade was dripping down, drop by drop, onto his war boots.
Garrosh was stunned.
If it were in the real world, this would be a perfectly normal phenomenon, but in the Twisting Nether, it was an incredible miracle—because this unique place had no clear sense of time and space, and perception of the surroundings relied entirely on mental induction.
Gorehowl in Garrosh's hand existed, and could kill enemies, but this "killing" existed more within the realm of the spiritual world.
And now, the laws of this spiritual world were failing, and the laws of the real world were invading here.
Garrosh was not stupid, and besides, he was surrounded by extremely intelligent people, and they immediately realized that something was wrong.
Finally, they all turned their gaze to Aiden.
Aiden gave a wry smile: "It's N'Zoth. It plundered some of Aman'Thul's and Sargeras's authority, coupled with its own characteristics, that caused all this."
He paused, and continued: "It's merging the real world and the Twisting Nether—the Twisting Nether will no longer exist in the future."
"This…"
What the Old Gods wanted to do was definitely not what all the resisters present wanted to see. Moreover, the vast forces of the Pantheon and the Burning Legion, based in the Twisting Nether, were fully aware of how serious the consequences would be if the other side succeeded.
Those who had experienced the "Nightmare Invasion" in Azeroth also understood very well that N'Zoth had instructed his servant, the "Nightmare Lord" Xavius, to do something similar—merging the Emerald Dream with the real world. Once the fusion was complete, he would become the master of the world!
Now N'Zoth was replicating what he had done before, but this time the scene was much larger: because it would affect all the worlds under the Warcraft universe, rather than the "small-scale" affair in Azeroth back then.
However, the "small-scale" affair almost destroyed Azeroth.
Aiden said: "There is only one way to deal with it—how we defeated it back then, we will still do it now!"
Back then, the Nightmare Lord Xavius plundered the authority of "Dreamweaver" Ysera, forcibly merging dreams and reality. At that time, his true form was despairingly powerful. Almost all the heroes of Azeroth participated in the battle, but were almost helpless against him.
In the end, it was Aiden who requested the descent of the "Will of the World" that finally killed him.
What is the Will of the World?
It is the collective of the will of all living beings in Azeroth. Aiden transformed himself into a vessel, a vessel capable of containing nearly infinite spiritual power.
To be precise, it was not him, nor the warriors and heroes who participated in that battle, who defeated Xavius, but all the living beings in the world working together.
Now, N'Zoth is recreating the methods once used by his servants, and amplifying their power countless times. Therefore, Aiden can only try to counterattack using the same method as before.
This time, he can only stop N'Zoth by borrowing the "Will of the Universe."
Just thinking about how he must unify the chaotic wills of countless worlds in the universe, Aiden felt despair—he was indeed powerful, but how easy would it be to gain the trust of the thousands upon thousands of worlds and the endless living beings in the universe, and to have them willingly lend him their strength?
Even if he could be fortunate enough to gain the approval of all living beings, his body would almost be unable to withstand such immense power.
This is almost a dead end.
—
N'Zoth has already begun to merge the Twisting Nether and the real world, and the Old Gods and their minions have also suspended their attacks. The world-shaking war that lasted for five full days was thus brought to a halt just as the Allied Forces were about to be completely defeated.
However, how could people not know that this was merely the calm before the real storm?
Losing the war in the Twisting Nether would only mean the death of all of them. But once N'Zoth completes the ritual, the flames of war will completely spread to their respective worlds, and thousands upon thousands of worlds will be completely destroyed by the Old Gods.
Aiden took out the soul discs of Aman'Thul and Sargeras, looked up at the Allied Forces that had fallen into silence, and at the twisted Old Gods opposite them, and finally sighed: "Everything started because of me, then let everything end because of me!"
The platinum disc and the bronze disc radiated intense light. Aiden tightly gripped the Staff of Lightning and the Dark Repayer in both hands, his forehead veins bulging, his face extremely ferocious. His clothes, almost soaked with sweat, and the violent trembling of his body showed that he was enduring unimaginable pain at this moment.
He was merging the power belonging to Aman'Thul and Sargeras, and pain was only a very small price to pay.
While gaining this incomparably powerful force, he would lose even more.
"N'Zoth is doing something similar."
Aiden could clearly sense that the reason the Old Gods had suspended their attacks was because N'Zoth was borrowing the power of these kindred to forcibly merge the real world and the Twisting Nether. Although it possessed decent strength, it was at most on par with Aiden. If it wanted to make its power shake the entire universe and shake the fundamental rules of the "system", it would undoubtedly need incomparably powerful power.
N'Zoth's own power was certainly not enough, so it was also borrowing the power of all its kindred to help it achieve its goal.
It is no longer simply an Old God, but a concentrated embodiment of the will of all Old Gods.
Only in this way can it forcibly reverse the rules of the universe!
Now Aiden has to use the same method to confront N'Zoth, to confront all the Old Gods.
But—he discovered a huge problem:
It's full.
His body could no longer contain anything else.
The three highest authorities have been integrated into one body. This is already the most powerful and highest-level power in the universe. No matter what other power, it can no longer be integrated into this body.
The so-called "Will of the Universe" requires him to use his own body as a vessel to accommodate the will of all living beings, but now his body itself is already filled with incomparably powerful power, so how can it accommodate lower-level spiritual power?
Aiden turned his gaze to N'Zoth's side again, who was waiting for him.
"You have lost, completely lost—even if all the highest authorities are integrated into your body, you cannot stop me!" N'Zoth's voice was filled with complacency. "Want to know why you lost? Because only we Old Gods represent the true will of the universe! We who conform to the will of the universe, even if we do nothing, can achieve final victory; and you, as a 'mistake' that must be corrected, cannot stop your own destruction no matter how hard you resist!"
"Have you felt it? The taste of despair—so fragrant, so wonderful!"
Even as an enemy, Aiden knew that what N'Zoth said was not wrong.
The reason why imaginary monsters invaded reality was because humans did not understand the rules of the universe itself, and rashly used imaginary energy to transform the newly explored imaginary world in order to seek longevity and enjoyment.
But people have forgotten a famous saying: Born in hardship, die in ease.
Humans are, after all, humans. How can mortals not incur punishment when they touch the realm of gods and touch the rules of the universe?
"World of Warcraft" is one of the remnants of human transformation of the imaginary world, which is of course within the scope that the rules of the universe itself do not allow to exist.
The mirror image and reality must be completely unified, which is in line with the rules of the universe.
Now there is a huge deviation in the historical process of the real world and the imaginary world. The mirror has not made a mistake, so the only thing that can be wrong is the person looking in the mirror.
How to eliminate this deviation?
Very simple, recycle and rebuild—simply destroy both worlds.
Countless billions of years later, perhaps new intelligent life will be born in the new universe under various miracles.
But Aiden is a human being. He can understand the rebound of the rules of the universe, but he cannot accept it calmly. If humans lose their curiosity and dare not explore the unknown, then humans will have no civilization, and everything will still be in the era of drinking blood.
The rules of the universe did not explicitly write that humans are not allowed to transform the imaginary world, and no "god" came out to stop them when humans did so.
Humans are not wrong.
In the great universe, no one acts as a judge, so how can humans accept this unreasonable judgment?
"You are not a judge, and the Old Gods cannot represent the will of the universe." Aiden responded calmly, "Only the billions of living beings struggling to survive in the universe are the will of the universe!"
"How ridiculous, are you just trying to be glib at this time?" N'Zoth's voice was filled with endless mockery, "Then open your eyes and see how I will destroy this world, and the worlds outside the mirror channel, and your so-called real world!"
N'Zoth was not trying to scare people. Just as it said this, the minions of the Old Gods suddenly turned into pools of pus and quickly disappeared. The Old God camp suddenly became much sparser.
However, the disappearance of these minions, mainly composed of Faceless Ones, was only the beginning. Then, a part of the weaker Old Gods' bodies also shrank sharply, eventually following the same fate as their servants. Then came the larger Old Gods, until only the last Old God remained in the universe—
N'Zoth, it will become the collective of the wills of countless Old Gods and their minions.
Aiden released his hands, letting the Staff of Lightning and the Dark Reaver, the two most powerful weapons in the universe, float in the air. He closed his eyes, allowing his spirit to completely relax.
Under the gaze of all those who placed their hopes on him, his body began to undergo tremendous changes: his hair turned into specks of light, followed by his fingers, and then the skin on his body's surface, all flying in the air like diamond dust.
Tyrande reached out to catch them, staring blankly at the tiny fragments that stuck to her skin and radiated brilliant light.
Everyone saw that Aiden's body—disintegrated.
Only two weapons and three discs remained in the place where he had been: the platinum one belonging to Aman'Thul, the bronze one belonging to Sargeras, and the last one, a jade disc with a vibrant green color—that belonged to the Titan Aiden.
Two translucent hands stretched out from the air, gathering the three discs, and then the discs gradually disappeared, replaced by a familiar figure—a translucent Aiden.
That was his soul.
"Haha, you thought that by breaking free from the shackles of your physical body, you could compete with me? How foolish and naive!"
En'Zoth's mockery came from afar once again.
Clearly, it had been paying attention to the situation here as well.
Aiden did not respond.
He grasped the Dark Reaver and slashed it towards the void in front of him, instantly forming a spatial rift where the blade passed.
Then, a figure walked out of the rift.
Tyrande exclaimed, "Elune, the Moon Goddess!"
Saint Zachariah also revealed an incredulous expression: "Lal, the Moon God!"
In the mortal camp behind them, countless mortals were loudly calling out her name. Although the names were different, the title was exactly the same: Moon God!
Mortals from different worlds saw different images of her, but she looked the same in Aiden's eyes.
"Your Excellency," the Moon Goddess smiled, "I have come at your call."
Aiden smiled and nodded to her.
"Before everything begins, I would like to ask that question again—can I see that world?" the Moon Goddess asked.
Aiden knew what she was asking. When he and Chromatus perished together and waited for resurrection in the dream, the Moon Goddess Elune learned the truth of the world from him. Since then, she had longed to break free from her cage, to break free from the shackles of the rules, to experience the taste of freedom, and to see the outside world.
However, the system rules placed too many restrictions on her. As a true god of countless worlds, she was more imprisoned than the countless mortals who believed in her.
But now, the Old Gods' launch of the "Twilight Judgment" and Sargeras' simplified system's impact on the original system had caused these shackles to gradually lose their effectiveness. Now, the Moon Goddess could finally act freely.
It was just that the situation was very serious. If Aiden could not succeed, this would be her last freedom.
"Yes!" Aiden confidently responded to the Moon Goddess.
"That would be the best!" The Moon Goddess's expression was filled with longing and fantasy for the future.
"Wishful thinking!" At this time, N'Zoth poured cold water on them again, "A mere puppet-like god, is this the helper you found? Your trump card? It seems I really overestimated you, Aiden."
The arrival of the Moon Goddess made Aiden feel much better. Facing N'Zoth's mockery, he replied, "No, my helpers are not limited to just this one, and my trump cards are much bigger than you see. How about it, want to see them?"
"Hmph!" N'Zoth snorted coldly.
It didn't believe that Aiden had any trump cards left, because what was in the Twisting Nether now was all of Aiden's power: the Burning Legion, the Pantheon, the vulnerable mortals, and a clay-sculpted true god—even if Aman'Thul and Sargeras were resurrected now, and all the forces around Aiden were restored to their peak, they would not be able to stop it from executing the true Twilight Judgment, let alone just the remnants in front of them?
"You will never be as lucky as you were before. No matter what you do, the final outcome will be the same. The end of time is coming, open your eyes wide and watch all of this!" N'Zoth accelerated the fusion of the other Old Gods.
Although it didn't think that Aiden really had any means to turn the tables, N'Zoth had suffered several losses at Aiden's hands, and it didn't want any more accidents to happen.
Aiden then said "Let's begin" to the Moon Goddess, ignoring N'Zoth's provocation and mockery.
The fusion of reality into the Twisting Nether accelerated. Just now, it was only a change in gravity, but with N'Zoth's spellcasting, stars appeared in the Twisting Nether, and people's blocked senses were gradually recovering.
The Naaru created huge Holy Light barriers to protect everyone within them, shielding them from meteorites and various harmful cosmic rays, and maintaining their life support, so they didn't have to worry about breathing and hunger.
When N'Zoth saw these enemies' responses, it finally completely relaxed.
"So that guy was just bluffing." N'Zoth thought.
It felt that it had worried for nothing, and then it ignored the changes on Aiden's side, instead focusing on fusing the power of its other counterparts. As its mental power rapidly expanded, its mental tentacles extended to every corner of the universe, entering every planet that had once and currently had an Old God.
"Now, only the last step remains."
N'Zoth thought excitedly.
Launch the "Twilight Judgment" and completely destroy all living beings on these planets!
Its mental power surged wildly, and various violent forces began to spread everywhere on these planets where its mental tentacles reached.
In Azeroth, people saw various terrifying visions appear in the sky, the sea was also turbulent, and even the earth began to tremble constantly.
The light of the sun was blocked, and the entire world fell into darkness.
A terrifying voice resounded in their hearts: "Weep, despair, go mad! The Twilight Judgment has arrived, your pathetic fate has come to an end, the end of time has arrived!"
In Draenor, in Silithus, and in countless known and unknown planets, the same scene was happening.
Endless living beings were plunged into fear and despair.
Just when all the light and hope of the people had vanished, a gentle and loving voice resounded in their ears: "My believers, now is not the time to despair. Our savior has come, and he will surely lead us to overcome despair, overcome terror, and overcome the enemies who bring us misfortune, pain, and torment!"
"Moon God!"
"It's the Moon God!"
"The savior has come, where is he?"