"Clang!"
Sun Wukong's Staff slammed heavily onto the Titan's head. The power of this strike was definitely enough to shatter gold and split stone, but before he could confirm the results, Wukong's hands were numbed by the force reverberating back from the staff. When he confirmed the results, he was so angry that his teeth were crooked—this strike didn't even leave a white mark on the opponent's head; instead, the staff bent!
What kind of broken artifact is this! Master Yi is simply a scam!
At this moment, he missed his Ruyi Jingu Bang immensely. Even if he couldn't recover his former strength, just having the Jingu Bang in hand would allow him to easily deal with this copper-skinned, iron-boned giant.
Uh, it would be even better if he knew the Law of Heaven and Earth—his size is too small, putting him at a disadvantage.
Wukong's encounter was a small interlude. After realizing he couldn't defeat this big guy, he vented his anger on the other small monsters, wielding the staff and charging in and out of the enemy ranks seven times.
Other heroes also gradually arrived from the portal and quickly joined the battlefield.
Nozdormu's arrival greatly relieved their pressure.
But no matter what, the Titan undead still threw a punch.
"Thud!"
The protective barrier shook violently, and the guardians standing in a pentagon inside the barrier also swayed.
If a true Titan were attacking the barrier, let alone five guardians working together, even fifty or five hundred might not be able to withstand a casual blow. Fortunately, what they were facing was only a puppet with a Titan's shell.
The true Titans, due to the authority held by Aman'Thul, were nearly omnipotent in this universe.
The Old Gods used planets as their homes, and when they grew up, their size was often larger than a continent. Able to be their opponents, the Titans were certainly not inferior, whether in strength or size.
When the Titans visited Azeroth in the past, they shaped the mountains and land with their own power, and opened up rivers and oceans. The entire planet was like a blank canvas on an anvil in their hands, allowing them to forge it according to their own wishes.
The undead Titan in front of everyone was just the most ordinary form of a Titan, and when battle and work required it, they could become incredibly huge—so huge that even adult Old Gods could only look up to them.
In the Taoist saying of Sun Wukong's mythological world, this ability is called "Law of Heaven and Earth," which makes one's body incredibly huge.
Monkey King originally knew it too, but unfortunately, his power is now suppressed, and he cannot use such high-end divine powers.
In the world of Warcraft, although the name is different from the Immortal Realm where Sun Monkey is, the Titans do possess such abilities.
They can achieve the purpose of becoming bigger and stronger by temporarily supplementing or modifying the settings of the system themselves.
Fortunately, after the Titan's death, this authority naturally disappeared. Although Yogg-Saron sent a parasite to parasitize on the Titan's corpse, allowing it to control it to fight, it did not have the inherent authority of the Titan, only inheriting the Titan's metallic body. Therefore, only one-tenth of its true abilities can be exerted.
Otherwise, with the strength of the heroes, wanting to defeat a complete Titan—absolutely impossible!
After the controlled heroes regained consciousness, they entered Yogg-Saron's skull through the portal one after another. Their arrival immediately curbed the frantic attack of the evil god's minions. Just now, some heroes were separated to delay the undead Titan, which led to the weakening of the power against other minions. The barrier was besieged by countless giants and elements, and it was somewhat precarious. The arrival of these heroes immediately changed the situation.
After the Titan undead's right wrist was pierced by the Disintegration Beam, it hammered twice with its left arm, and then it was hit by the fourth shot. In the end, it could only use its head to attack the barrier. Its metal head was almost half the size of the barrier. When it crashed down, it was like the sky was falling and the earth was splitting. With this headbutt, the defensive barrier suddenly shook violently. The five guardians felt unprecedented pressure.
"It can't hold on anymore!"
"Quick—stop it!"
However, Yogg-Saron's army was already frantically attacking the barrier under the master's command. Even if the other heroes tried their best, they couldn't stop it. These minions even completely ignored their attacks, only focusing on attacking the barrier.
After the second headbutt, the barrier shining with a light golden light finally shattered. The five guardians were severely injured and fell to the ground together.
Yogg-Saron achieved its long-awaited goal.
Unfortunately—it was too late.
The Eye of Sargeras' attack had gone a step further, and countless lines of law cut deep scars in Yogg-Saron's brain. Tissue fluid and brain matter continued to flow out of the cracks. Yogg-Saron was in agony. It only had time to issue an order to its minions to attack with all their strength before plunging into the pain that drove it mad.
Losing Yogg-Saron's remote command, the attacks of these minions suddenly became chaotic. The Titan undead, the greatest threat to everyone, was completely crippled. As long as they stayed away from its attack range, they could ensure their safety. Aiden dodged around with the scepter and gems, and the Titan undead slowly crawled on the ground trying to catch up, but such pursuit was obviously futile.
Aiden saw that everyone else was working hard to eliminate those puppets, and he could finally relax.
No matter what, their tactics were successful.
He heard Yogg-Saron's desperate wail. The God of Death was now heading towards death himself. Even if it was a god, it could not avoid the final moment.
"This is not the end, just a small setback! The Old Gods will surely win the final victory!"
"It's not over yet, it's not over yet!"
"N'Zoth, N'Zoth! You saw it, you saw it all…"
Aiden parsed the meaning from Yogg-Saron's frantic spirit. This evil god was extremely unwilling, and even fantasized about turning the tables, but how could it achieve its goal in the current situation?
He continued to inject energy into the gem. At this time, it was best not to stimulate Yogg-Saron as much as possible. Who knew if this guy would have any crazy counterattacks when he was about to die if he was stimulated?
Aiden was careful and low-key, trying to reduce his sense of existence as much as possible, but as the power of the Eye of Sargeras deepened, even if he left the other party's induction, Yogg-Saron would never forget who forced himself to such a point.
The spirit of the God of Death suddenly locked onto Aiden, and a violent mental force raged: "After I die, it will be your time of madness!"
Aiden curled his lips, not wanting to pay attention to this madman.
He was not prepared to argue with a madman.
Nearly one-fifth of Yogg-Saron's brain had been cut from the outside to the inside.
If it were a normal person, let alone one-fifth, even one-tenth of the brain damage would be unavoidable to die on the spot, or at least become a brain-dead vegetable. However, Yogg-Saron's brain was special. This was the foundation of its existence, and the Old Gods initially grew from small parasites to such a large size by absorbing the power of flesh and blood. In fact, their core was still a very small part.
The core that could truly kill Yogg-Saron was in the deepest part of its brain.
But even so, it had no way to prevent its death from coming. The straight lines of law that cut its brain were cutting at a constant speed, and no power could stop it.
"Then enjoy the last madness!"
Yogg-Saron roared wildly.
It released all of its power. A mental storm, after brewing from the deepest part of its brain, swept towards its entire brain.
The first to be affected by this internal force were not the heroes who came to crusade against Yogg-Saron, but its own minions. The black mist that permeated everywhere was blown away by the mental storm, and the giants, elements, and faceless ones that were constantly rushing out of the depths of Yogg-Saron's body were like undergoing a violent explosion, being blown into the air by an invisible shock wave.
"Careful, shock wave!"
Aiden sensed the powerful energy from afar, and he immediately reminded loudly.
He flew to the front of the crowd and stretched out his hand to create a huge mental barrier to protect the other heroes behind him. The other guardians and dragon kings also used their respective protections, and layers of guardian spells were cast with the help of the Time King Nozdormu's time magic.
However, Yogg-Saron's desperate blow was still too powerful. Even if he could analyze the mental shock through the Naaru password, he could not completely eliminate its power.
The heroes behind the barrier felt as if their heads had been hit hard by a hammer. Then, countless chaotic and crazy thoughts rushed into their minds like a flood, all of which were extremely terrifying and dark scenes, as well as Yogg-Saron's crazy whispers… Most people fainted instantly, and the remaining few people were also pale and bleeding from their orifices.
If it weren't for so many protective and restorative spells, almost no one could survive such a mental storm, and even those who could survive would mostly become madmen or idiots.
But no matter what, they still withstood it.
Aiden's mental barrier reduced nearly half of the power of this mental storm. The other layers of spells also played some more or less effective roles. Added together, the power of this storm ultimately only exerted one-tenth of its energy.
Even so, facing the desperate attack of an evil god, one-tenth of its divine power was so terrifying!
"This thieving, feathered fiend! It hurts me, Old Sun, to death!" Wukong shook his head, supporting himself with the staff as he swayed and stood up, gritting his teeth. "It's just like having the Tightening Spell recited all over again!"
"What's that? I mean, the Tightening Spell," Malfurion asked curiously. This Arch-Druid had a very strong mental fortitude, and after multiple damage reductions, he wasn't suffering too much.
"It's a headband that Guanyin Bodhisattva gave my master to trick me, Old Sun," Wukong couldn't help but think of how naive and easily fooled he was when he was young and reckless.
"What's that again?"
The others also gradually regained consciousness. Many were in a state of listlessness and looked unwell, but now they didn't have to worry too much about the enemy—this mental storm didn't discriminate between friend and foe. They had the protection of the Guardians, but Yogg-Saron's minions didn't.
Just ahead of them, countless corpses of Yogg-Saron's minions were sprawled on the ground.
And after this final struggle, Yogg-Saron himself had become extremely weak. Aiden noticed that the shattering speed of the Eye of Sargeras had accelerated a lot, and it seemed that the model object was becoming very fragile.
"This... is... not... the... end..."
This was the last sound Aiden heard from Yogg-Saron.
Then, the brain of this God of Death suddenly shattered into countless pieces.
Aiden heard the response from inside the Eye of Sargeras: "Shattering command—completed."
The model of his brain, composed of countless thin lines, shattered into countless tiny pieces in an instant.
...
Yogg-Saron is dead—he can finally breathe a sigh of relief!
"Karthus!" Aiden suddenly thought of something and called out the name of the Deathsinger.
"I'm here, Commander," Karthus responded.
"Can you collect Yogg-Saron's soul?" Aiden asked, looking at him.
"This, this is a god!" Even Karthus, who possessed the composure to remain unfazed even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, was frightened by the boldness of his commander.
Collect the soul of a god? How crazy would someone have to be to make such a decision!
"That's right, this is a god!" Aiden's eyebrows danced with excitement.
If he could collect the soul of a god, how powerful would the Scroll of Necromancy become!
What's more, Aiden was more concerned about the secrets within Yogg-Saron's soul. Although he had already obtained a lot of information by analyzing the opponent's mental attacks, it still lacked the part he needed most—such as what N'Zoth's weakness was, and how to enter its domain.
That was the last Old God of Azeroth. Aiden felt that if he killed it, this "Free Script" might come to an end. After all, it was the Old Gods who launched the End Time and ruled the entire world. If the Old Gods were all dead, wouldn't that prove that the apocalypse had been ended?
So, even if there was only a sliver of a chance to gain insight into N'Zoth's weakness, Aiden had to seize it!
Karthus took out the Scroll of Necromancy and tried to use it to collect Yogg-Saron's soul.
The Deathsinger was a hero summoned by Aiden more than two years ago by transforming the Skull of Gul'dan. As of today, he had fully recovered his original strength. As a powerful demigod, even in Azeroth, he had a place.
But compared to a true Old God, his power was still far too weak!
Yogg-Saron's soul sensed the suction from the Scroll of Necromancy, and it immediately began to struggle, but this artifact could not effectively restrain it at all.
"I need some help!"
Karthus immediately asked for help.
"What to do?"
"A ritual!"
A group of mages stepped forward to help, injecting power into the Scroll of Necromancy. With their help, Karthus finally felt that Yogg-Saron's soul was finally locked in place. It struggled frantically until it was no longer able to resist the attraction of this artifact scroll.
Aiden didn't need to help here. He helped others who were seriously affected by the mental shock to recover and heal, and then saw Sun Wukong complaining to the Grandmaster at Arms.
"Look at this staff—what kind of divine weapon is this?"
The staff in his hand was bent when he struck the Titan with all his might. Leaving aside whether it could be straightened, at least it could be seen that it didn't match Wukong's strength.
Yi Master replied seriously: "You're wrong to say that, Wukong. That Titan's skin is so hard that even if my sword were to strike with all its might, it would be nicked! It's very possible that it would be broken."
"This iron-skinned thing is really worrying!" Wukong knew he was right, but he couldn't help but kick the Titan's corpse again in anger.
When the mental storm swept through, the parasites inside the Titan's body were also killed by the mental shock. Now all that was left was a pure shell.
But this reminded Aiden. He glanced at the Titan and felt that it should be of great research value. He could consider taking it out. Perhaps he could analyze some Titan technology from inside its body—at least if it were smelted, it could create a large number of divine weapons!
No sooner said than done, Aiden activated the space storage ability of the Heart of Valoran, trying to put the Titan's corpse inside. It took a lot of effort to succeed—after all, this thing was too heavy, weighing hundreds of thousands of tons. It was only successful with the combined efforts of everyone using magic.
"There won't be any problems, will there, Aiden?" Hearing that he was going to study the Titan's body, the Red Dragon Queen couldn't help but worry.
The Titan's status was supreme. To put it bluntly, this was simply blasphemy, and could even be regarded as a challenge to the Pantheon!
"There won't be any problems, don't worry!" Aiden didn't care.
After all, this was just an ordinary Titan. His own identity was also extraordinary. Would the Pantheon really hold him responsible?
Besides, if the Old Gods could use it, why couldn't he?
After loading this body, they should retreat. After Yogg-Saron died, its body began to rot quickly, and the flesh was collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye. If they didn't leave as soon as possible, they would probably be submerged in rotten flesh in a while.
What's more, Loken was dead, and now the observer Algalon from the Pantheon was definitely waiting for them at the observatory.
"Prepare to retreat!" Aiden nodded.
He saw the giant hammer used by the Titan and suddenly became interested.
Just now, others had tried to move it, but no matter who it was, even the combined forces of everyone could not move it at all.
You should know that even a Titan weighing millions of tons could be sent into the Heart of Valoran. This warhammer couldn't possibly be heavier than the Titan itself, right?
Tyr explained: "This should contain some kind of rule, limiting that only its owner can pick it up—our permissions are insufficient, so we can't... Huh? This!"
Before he could finish speaking, he saw Aiden easily pick up the warhammer.
"It's a good thing!" Aiden successfully obtained the usage rights of this warhammer. This was like Thor's warhammer, only those with sufficient permissions could pick it up. The hammer was very light in his hand, but the power it unleashed was terrifying—if there was enough energy, it could output at least a million tons of power!
In the hands of the Titan, with just this warhammer, he could shatter an entire continent!
Its holder originally used this warhammer to forge the rocks, Gobi, and deserts of Azeroth.
Unfortunately, in the war with the Old Gods tens of thousands of years ago, it perished together with another powerful Old God, and the artifact has been covered in dust ever since.
Aiden could use it, but he was not used to using a hammer. This was a two-handed weapon. In comparison, Aiden still felt that the Staff of Time was more suitable with the Silver Judgment, especially the former.
And besides him, no one else present could use this warhammer—was it going to continue to be covered in dust?
He looked at it for a while, and then saw the bent staff in Sun Wukong's hand, and suddenly had an idea.
He twisted the hammer handle and separated it from the hammerhead. Wasn't the hammer handle a stick?
"Wukong, try to see if you can pick it up?" Aiden said to the Great Sage Equaling Heaven.
After the giant hammer was separated, no permissions were needed. Whether or not it could be picked up depended solely on strength.
"I'll try, I'll try!" Wukong ran over impatiently, scratching his ears and cheeks, looking at the stick, his eyes were red—
Aiden handed over the hammer handle, and Wukong took it in his hand, only feeling a slight heaviness, but it didn't seem too heavy. Wukong tried to dance with it a few times, and the more he danced, the more handy he felt it was.
"Hehe, haha, good treasure, good treasure!" Wukong became more and more happy, and simply threw away the staff, happily putting away this hammer handle.
"Thank you, Commander, thank you! Old Sun likes this stick!"
I was muddleheaded, and forgot to put the three hundred words I wrote yesterday in this chapter. Um, if you find that the plot is not coherent, please refresh and download this chapter again.
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