"Bang"

On the deserted planet where the body of the Elune Titan is stored, a brutal war is also going on.

Although the demons' destruction is directed at the world of Azeroth, the demonic fleet does not exist only in that world. The Dark Titan's order is to completely destroy Azeroth and the civilization of that world, so any world with the existence of Azeroth's lifeforms has been attacked by the demon fleet.

In this desolate world, Mimiron, the Titan Guardian from Ulduar, and his clansmen are also attacked by the Demon Fleet.

Hundreds of warships rushed into this world, which was deserted and there was no trace of life, so the commander of the demon fleet planned to completely destroy this world with a destructive artillery bombardment that went straight to the core of the world.

But they were met with sharp counterattacks.

Hundreds of thousands of mechanical gnomes, along with mechanical warriors from the Darkblade, have built a line of defense over the mountains of this world, and the moment the demon fleet enters the world, they are subjected to an unexpected surprise attack.

"Block them!"

Mimiron wielded a wrench and roared at the entrance to the cave beneath the mountains. Under its control and command, the dense small drones are like swarms of swarms, with suicidal attacks to buy time for the world.

And the Damned Fleet of the Dark Blade also crisscrossed the skies of this deserted world, and every minute, there were destroyed warships crashing to the ground, or directly crashing into the world's only mountain range.

But the main force of the Darkblade is still fighting demons in Azeroth, and even if the wrath fleet appears here, Mimiron has too little power in his hands.

They simply couldn't destroy more and more demon warships in the sky, but they couldn't retreat, and they could only use the brutal way of losing both sides to drag down those fleets to destroy the world.

Beneath the world's only mountain range, in the Great Hollow of the Mountains, Elune's Titan Body is stored there. It was a larger, more advanced mechanical creation than the current unicorn mech of the Darkblade Legion, still inheriting the geometric-patterned form factor and surreal futuristic sci-fi style.

It is fixed to a steel stand built against the mountain, with a height of about 20 meters, and next to the giant red and gold painted mech, there is also a huge black broken blade, which is the 'legacy' left by the fallen Titan Agrama, the annihilation weapon born at the beginning of the stars, and the only weapon equipped by this 'Goddess of Fate' body.

Every part of this armor is forged in the core of the sun. Its raw materials are derived from the bodies of two Titans, which are indestructible, and at least among the current stars, there are no weapons other than Gorebor in the hands of Tesharak and Sargeras that can damage this mech.

In addition, this mech does not have a design engine or pusher.

Because it doesn't need any of that at all.

"How long will it take?"

Mimiron looked back at Muradin, the spokesman beside him, as he watched the retreating formation in the sky, and he screamed:

"When will the Spirit of the World return?"

"I don't know! Don't ask me! ”

The Diamond Dwarf's tone was also fierce, he held in his hand the white crystal-like Tears of Elune, which was the Pillar of Creation that could carry the spirit of the world, and also the soul bearer of Elune, and in the face of the mechanical guardian's questioning, Muradin gritted his teeth and said:

"It could be now, it could be days, it could be hours... Damn it! Nobody knows! This is a matter of Titans, how can mortals like me guess? ”

"Can't you rush her?"

Mimiron picked up the high-energy ray gun beside him and pulled the trigger. In the scattering of dazzling thunder light, a shuttle full of demons was blown up in the air, and on the projection of the stars in front of the mechanical guardians, the dark titan Sargeras, who carried the Destroyer of Annihilation, was only one step away from the world of Azerol itself.

It can be seen that the Dark Titan is going very hard, and it is completely lacking the freehand chic when he crossed the stars before.

It is clear that there is some unseen force that is doing everything in its power to restrain the actions of the Dark Titan. It's like there are countless hands dragging the Dark Titan behind his back to prevent him from getting close to Azeroth, and every time Sargeras takes a step forward, the world-destroying fire on his body will dim a little, but even if there is no entanglement of the world-destroying fire, the Dark Titan's hand Gribor can easily pierce the world of Azeroth.

In this war, countless mortals and living beings are still fighting against endless demons, and everyone is fighting for the future, but this war is likely to end early.

It seems that there is no hope.

A hint of anxiety flashed in Mimiron's mechanical eyes, and he shouted:

"Wake her up! Fast! ”

"We're out of time!"

At the moment when Mimiron's roar sounded, the Tears of Elune in Muradin's hands suddenly shone in a dim moonlight, and the Diamond Dwarf could feel that an incomparably large, incomparably cold will returned to the Tears of Elune, which was the return of the spirit of the world.

"She's awake!"

The dwarf screamed, and the mechanical guardian screamed as he held a ray gun to stop the demons who tried to rush into the cave:

"Quick!"

"Put the stone in the core of the body! Make her complete! Fast! ”

Muradin didn't answer, and the diamond dwarf turned around and threw a heroic leap, landing on the chest of the cold Goddess of Fate's body, and he slammed his fist into the surface of the body, and in front of him, a small chamber for Elune's Tears slowly opened.

All it takes is to stretch out her hand, and the will of the spirit of the world can return to her powerful body.

And at the same moment, above the sky, the destruction beam of the demon fleet also fell from the sky and bombarded the mountains of this world.

All...

Everything was shrouded in a scorching pillar of light of destruction.

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"Give it to me! Come back! ”

All the starlight of the Sea of Death was rioting, terrifying, enough to wash away the endless civilization of the death power to fill the body of the Great Lord, Tyrion looked hideous, his hands stretched out pale death chains covering the stars, each chain collapsed straight, even making an overwhelming tearing sound, and the other end of the chain was bound to the body of the Dark Titan.

His arms, waist, legs, and even his neck were covered with pale, cold chains of death, and he was like a giant bound by the Great Lord, the terrifying forces pulling him away from Azeroth.

But that's not enough!

Even with the power of the Sea of Death, the chains wielded by the Great Lord could not prevent Sargeras from approaching the world of Azeroth step by step.

The Dark Titan walked very hard, he needed to do his best with every step he took, and at this moment, the most terrifying creature in this group of stars was fighting against the power of another starry sky.

"I won't allow it!"

"So much effort! So many creatures! So much persistence! ”

Behind a hoarse Tyrion, the terrifying force of death condensed into endless wings of darkness behind him. The wings flapped with all his might, and all the demeanor of the Great Lord disappeared at this moment, and he was like a rough warrior with all his might, on his neck, on his face, on his arms, the green tendons burst out, and every bone clicked.

He carried the hopes and expectations of a whole world, and with his testimony and propulsion, that world had deviated from the fate of disaster, and he had come so far from that world, with Elune, with those creatures.

All this...

From the moment he died, to the moment he became the monarch of death.

From the fate of this world being pushed off the rails, to now about to step into the stage of the sea of stars.

From the sickly sick Elune, to now Elune can finally step into the fate of the Titans.

All this...

How can you stop at this last moment?

All this...

How can it collapse at this last moment?

"I won't allow it!"

Tyrion let out a hoarse pull of his chains, and the towed Dark Titan let out a final roar, half of his foot in the air, and with the last step, his raised blade could pierce Azeroth, and the burning expedition would be truly victorious.

"It's time to finish!"

He also gave so much...

From his own eyes, he saw the world corrupted by the Void.

From the time he cut off the world with his own hands, he ended the life of a fellow human with his own hands.

From his vow to completely strip the void from the stars.

He has abandoned his duty as a Titan! He abandoned his mission! He threw away his bottom line! He even abandoned himself ...

How can he give up at this last minute?

How could he allow all of this to fail right before his eyes?

"Perfect Times..."

Unable to take the last step forward, Sargeras roared and lifted Griebal. With the roar of the stars, he gave up his wrestling with Tyrion and instead gathered all his strength in his left hand, and under the heavy pressure, the pale chains bound to his arm broke inch by inch, and the hideous-looking Dark Titan threw the world-destroying sword in his hand at Azeroth in front of him.

"It's... Must come! ”

Sargeras delivered the final blow.

His body was slammed backwards by Tyrion's chains, and his whole body flew into the air, he was getting farther and farther away from Azeroth, but he saw...

Tyrion also saw...

Wrapped in the flames of extinction, the Dark Sword Gribel, the blade of annihilation born at the beginning of the stars, with the indomitable will of the Dark Titans, with the roar of destruction, rushed forward among the stars, this spiritual sword is bound to complete the final blow of its master.

It wants to completely penetrate the blue world in front of you!

The power carried on this sword was so huge, it roared and stabbed at Azeroth, the sharp blade rubbed against the air of Azeroth's world, bringing a crimson flame-like roar, and the noisy fire of destruction shone so wildly, the next second... In the next second, the world will perish.

"No..."

On the battlefield of New Stormwind City, the fierce human emperor Varian raised his head with a feeling and saw the blade of Grebour's longsword stabbing towards the world like a meteor.

The majesty of destruction made the whole world quiet at this moment, and even those crazy demons stopped attacking.

"No!"

Varian roared and rushed into the sky, swinging his sword in an attempt to block the falling blade, forgetting for a moment that he couldn't fly.

On all battlefields of the world, there are shining lights rising into the sky, not just Varian... All those who are able, under this apocalypse, have reacted in the same way.

Compared to the Dark Titans, they are just the most insignificant ants...

But the ants...

Can't you resist?

"Bang"

Behind Varian, Berval's Prince of Judgment burst into the sky with a burst of energy, and the mechanical giant grabbed the falling Varian and placed it on his shoulder.

In the Endless Sea, Queen Azhara wields her magic and awakens the entire sea, turning into an icy spear that rushes into the sky.

On the left shoulder of the Banshee prototype stood Myra, the Prince of Blood. Dawnblade, with Kael'thas on his right shoulder. The Sunchaser, the beating of blood and flames, covered the body.

Between the spatial flashes, the Evil Hammer that stretched out the shield was placed across the sky under the Graybol stab, and Illidan was holding the Fist of Calamity. Fury Wind stood atop the ship, letting the demon's long hair be blown up by the winds of destruction, and beside him, Tyrande. The Wind Whisperer stared directly at the blades falling from the sky, and Illidan stepped forward, arms outstretched, as he had done countless times before, blocking Tyrande.

Terenus controls the 'Prince of Dawn', his son Arthas and daughter-in-law Gianna are held in his hands, and the trail of light and ice fills the sky.

On Jean's 'Prince of Killing' shoulder, Liam held a sword, and the warrior's fury fluttered like the sun.

The 'Princes of the Clan' of the Seven Heroes of Draenor lined up, blasting the power of Azerit into the sky with all their might.

The spirit of the Panda Man Emperor Shao Hao raised his hands. Under the danger of the end of the world, he once again turned into a mist, hoping to sacrifice himself again after 10,000 years to save the world.

All of the X-52 war rockets in the Black Iron Zone's inventory were launched into the sky, and even the prototype rockets prepared by the Federation for the exploration of the stars were launched as weapons.

The only three remaining guardian dragons have summoned all the Titans' authority and made the sky colorful.

The Dalaran Floating Island unfurled its most powerful violet shield and appeared next to the Evil Hammer, and the mages and warlocks looked at the sky, the light of destruction was so terrifying.

The Knight of Damnation and the Death Hydra emerged from the Dead Realm one left and one right, and in the void, Viren roared and hugged the stabbing blade, trying to delay it for even a second, while Hela opened her nine heads and bit on the blade, although in the next second, her body was burned to pieces by the fire of destruction.

The Darkblade Valkyries flapped their wings, fearlessly slammed into the falling blades, then melted into the scattered light.

The Blood Mistress kissed Queen Tiffany one last time on the cheek, and then flashed into the sky as Griebor smashed it, her wings spread out behind her back, and a blood moon changed the world like a curtain. But in the next moment, the blood-red curtain was completely torn.

Outside the Land of Fire, Yuna wiped her tears and shouted something to a strange spar in her hand, but was slow to get a response.

The seed of life of Kurtilas tore through the sea, stabbing endless green tentacles into the sky, and Ansu, Rukma, all the demigods of life, even the four holy beasts, roared and rushed into the sky, trying to stop the scourge of the world with their own bodies.

Even the gods of Luoa, who have always been afraid of death, have made a choice of sacrifice at this moment, and in the roar of the lizards who slaughtered the demons, their demon toads are also out of their bodies, dedicating their meager strength to the salvation of this world.

Even Bonsandy is in the sequence of the world's salvation.

The whole world... All capable people appeared in front of the blade of destruction, the battleship was shattered, Dalaran was annihilated, the body of war was torn apart, the body of the gods dissipated, and everything disappeared in front of the blade like boiling water.

"Ah!!h

Brox, the old orc, leapt from the surface of the melted body, the rage of his body entwined into a real entity, propelling the mighty old warrior into the sky, his hands clenched in his battle axe, all his will and all his fighting intent into the blow.

It's like... It's like trying to split the entire sky in half with the sword of destruction in front of you.

Finally...

After devouring so many sacrifices, the speed at which the blade fell was a little slower... A few seconds slower...

"Bang"

It slammed into the dark shadow that suddenly covered the world, and the collision of the Blade of Destruction and the Guardian's Heavy Shield sent a sonorous sound through the stars.

"No!"

Sargeras's angry roar rang out immediately, and the Great Lord's eyes finally showed a hint of relaxation.

Before their eyes, behind Azeroth, a pair of steel wings covered with endless moonlight suddenly unfurled, like the warmest of hands, sheltering the world.

Luna, Elune...

War!

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors