"This sword does not belong to you. I am retrieving it on behalf of my master." Kil'jaeden bowed slightly, holding the sword with both hands, watching Aggramar being swallowed into the belly of the giant centipede.
Golganneth and Eonar were instantly enraged, but what could they do?
Kil'jaeden's gaze swept across "Flame Ripper," and demonic flames ignited in his hands, engulfing the entire divine sword. In the blink of an eye, the sword had already disappeared from his hands.
Aggramar used all his strength to prop open the giant mouth of the centipede, preventing it from biting down. He turned his head and happened to see Kil'jaeden sending Flame Ripper away. The bronze titan was extremely unwilling, his eyes almost shooting out flames of anger, but he still couldn't stop this from happening.
He felt a sense of loss in his heart. He had a feeling: Flame Ripper—the tip of the universe's strongest weapon—this sword was probably lost to him forever.
Aggramar guessed correctly. Under Kil'jaeden's magic, Flame Ripper tore through the void and was teleported outside Shirethess. In the Twisting Nether, a green-skinned "freak" burning with flames of hatred reached out and caught it.
The divine sword trembled incessantly in his hand, as if unwilling to be held by him.
And hanging on his waist was a broken sword.
Without a doubt, this was the Dark Titan Sargeras, reborn in Medivh's body!
"Rules? Settings? Just a joke." Sargeras held the hilt of Flame Ripper in one hand and pinched the tip of the blade with the other. Then, using all his strength, he bent the indestructible divine sword into a huge arc. Finally, with a "clang," it broke in the middle.
He casually discarded the part with the hilt, then wiped the broken blade with his hand. The broken sword was immediately stripped of its original bright appearance, revealing its black and red true colors.
Sargeras drew his Dark Seether, and pieced the blade and hilt together. At this moment, the tip of the sword began to tremble violently, extremely repulsed by this action.
Twenty-five thousand years ago, when Sargeras betrayed the Pantheon, his sword "Gorshalach, the Dark Render" was unwilling to fall with him. The divine sword, possessing a spirit, split into two halves on its own. The tip of the blade was reforged by the Pantheon into Flame Ripper, while the blade and hilt remained with Sargeras.
Now that Sargeras was still the Dark Titan, the "Flame Ripper" chosen by the Pantheon would certainly not choose to merge with the blade.
But a sword has its will, and a person also has their will.
Before Sargeras, an Eredar demon's soul was kneeling to the side. If Aiden were here, he would definitely recognize that this was Archimonde, the "Defiler" who died in Outland.
His soul had returned to the Twisting Nether, waiting for a chance to be resurrected.
"What is corruption, and what is justice?" Sargeras seemed to be asking Archimonde, and also seemed to be talking to himself.
Even if Flame Ripper resisted, Sargeras still forcibly spliced its broken end with the end of Dark Seether.
In Archimonde's view, this question was obviously not something he should answer, so he buried his head even lower.
"How can ignorant people know that destruction does not necessarily represent evil, and order does not necessarily represent justice?" Sargeras snorted coldly, his eyes bursting with a terrifying light. This light directly shone on the broken end, and Flame Ripper's trembling was immediately completely suppressed. The divine sword, which had been broken for twenty-five thousand years, began to repair itself.
"My cause has always been just!" Sargeras sneered.
Although Sargeras possessed the identity of the Dark Titan and was not on the same path as the Pantheon, he never considered himself to be evil or fallen. He formed the Burning Legion and constantly destroyed planets in order to curb the invasion of imaginary monsters into the real world by killing the Old Gods. As for the act of destroying planets, although it might seem incredibly evil to mortals, Sargeras was very clear that everything constructed by imaginary energy in this universe would lead to the growth of the Old Gods' power. By eliminating a part of it, he reduced the difference between the real world and the mirror world, and the error-correcting force from the universe's instinct would be reduced by a part.
Without a doubt, this was definitely a correct and just act.
On the contrary, in his view, the Pantheon was the truly evil and fallen—they controlled the valve that released imaginary energy, and used it to construct dream blueprints, planetary protection systems, defense systems, and so on, and did not seek to completely eliminate the Old Gods, but instead acted cautiously because of the existence of mortals.
Every time the titans transformed a planet, every time they used imaginary energy, it would ultimately lead to the growth of the Old Gods' power.
To say that the Pantheon was an accomplice of the Old Gods was completely without any error!
The so-called fall of Sargeras, the so-called self-obscuration of the divine sword, these were just frameworks forcibly imposed on them by the damned game designers back then.
Before Sargeras created that simplified titan system with his own soul, even if Sargeras obtained Flame Ripper, it would be impossible to directly confront the "system settings," but now he could.
The defense systems and restrictions set by the titans were failing, which was actually the game system itself collapsing. It was ultimately weakened in the confrontation with the simplified titan system and could no longer operate as efficiently as before. Because of this, Sargeras could confidently recast his original sword.
In any case, he was still in the game world, and the restoration of the divine sword meant that he would once again become the most powerful warrior in the universe. This would bring greater convenience to his subsequent plans.
There was no concept of time in the Twisting Nether. After an unknown period of time, the divine light in Sargeras's eyes converged. At the same time, the broken blade in his hand was completely united.
He reached out his finger and gently flicked the sword, and the universe's strongest weapon immediately emitted a clear and melodious sound.
This sound spread throughout the entire universe. Even Aman'Thul of the Pantheon widened his eyes in surprise, and the eternal golden light flowing in his eyes seemed to become a bit more intense.
"Is this ultimately right or wrong?" The Father of the Gods, who possessed eyes that could penetrate the past and future and see through all the fog, also revealed a moment of confusion.
The world before him was no longer the world he understood.
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The divine sword "Gorshalach, the Dark Render" was the strongest weapon in the universe. Sargeras once wielded this sword to traverse the universe, unmatched by anyone. Now that this sword was reborn, of course, he had to find worthy enemies to offer as a blood sacrifice.
Sargeras chose Shirethess.
At this time in Shirethess, the Pantheon was in a slightly better situation than when Kil'jaeden launched his sneak attack.
Just now, Golganneth sounded the horn, using powerful sound waves to injure Kil'jaeden, preventing this guy from causing them trouble again for the time being, while Aggramar was still wrestling with the centipede.
He had to use all his strength to prop open the centipede's giant mouth, otherwise his arms or head would be bitten off. The centipede Old God coiled its huge body like a snake wrapping around its prey, trying to strangle Aggramar to death.
Fortunately, the titans did not need to breathe. Although the centipede had the upper hand, it was not so easy to win. Coupled with Eonar's powerful healing spells, they withstood the pressure for a while.
But Kil'jaeden might recover at any time and launch a second sneak attack. At that time, the Pantheon would really be in trouble.
However, they did not wait for Kil'jaeden, but waited for an even more terrifying opponent—the true master of the Burning Legion, the "Dark Titan" Sargeras!
Wielding the reborn Dark Render, he descended majestically from the sky and landed directly in the center of the battlefield.
The wounded giant snake Old God in the sky was the first to discover this "uninvited guest." Its mental sensing ability was the strongest among the strong present. Sensing the people of the Burning Legion, it naturally launched an attack at the first moment.
However, the difference in level between the two was too great, and this mental shock did not have any impact on Sargeras at all.
And the giant snake quickly discovered that it was Sargeras's primary target.
After discovering that its attack was useless, the giant snake's first reaction was naturally to defend. Cautiously, it used magic to create the strongest shield, presumably able to delay for a while. Then, it planned to lead this Burning Legion outsider to the slime monster Old God, and it could escape.
It had to be said that the plan was quite perfect, but it did not have the slightest effect.
Sargeras slashed down with his sword, then landed on the ground without even looking at the giant snake, just happened to smash into the giant centipede Old God, and at the same time stabbed his sword into the opponent's nape.
After the sword was pulled out, the centipede twisted frantically for a while, but quickly stopped jumping around, and fell to the ground like a dead snake, completely losing its breath.
This Old God, which had almost stumped the three titans of the Pantheon, died just like that.
Two breaths later, two roars came from not far away, and the earth trembled violently for a while. Golganneth's eyes twitched wildly, because he had clearly seen that what caused this violent tremor was the body of the giant snake Old God that had been broken into two pieces—at this time, it fell from the sky, also dead beyond death.
What made Golganneth even more unable to calm down was the person who had killed the two Old Gods so easily—he had a layer of light green skin, a pair of horns had just grown on his head, and his jaw had the iconic fleshy tentacles of the Eredar, and at the same time had teeth closer to the orcs, and an overall body shape close to humans.
If it was just a simple mixed-race warrior, even if the other party was powerful, he would not care too much, but this mixed-race's aura made him feel fear—yes, fear!
Because this was the aura exclusive to the "Dark Titan" Sargeras!
His mother, "Life-Giver" Eonar, had an even more ashen face—although she was a bronze titan, it was difficult to show an "ashen" face, but Eonar must be gnashing her teeth. She gripped her staff, sometimes tightening it, sometimes releasing it, then tightening it again, then releasing it again… It could be seen that her heart was absolutely incomparably tangled at this time.
The reason for the entanglement was easy to guess—that was whether or not to take action!