Perhaps Aman 'Sur had once gone against the heavens, the earth, and the air, destroying the stars with a flip of his hand, and creating a world with a raise of his hand. He was omniscient and omnipotent.
But that was an old story from 25,000 years ago.
If the Pantheon was so powerful, and the Titans had the ability to beat Sargeras, they wouldn't have had the Pantheon overturned by the traitor Sargeras, or been chased around the universe by the Burning Legion, looking for a place to hide.
"I am the master of the Pantheon, Aman 'Sur!"
It was a simple introduction, but the guardians already knew who the owner of the voice was from the soul connection.
Knowing was one thing, but it was another for their master to announce it himself.
Almost at the same time that Aman 'Sur announced his name, all the guardians and dragon aspects at the scene responded in unison.
"Servant Torim (XXX) pays his respects to the supreme master of the gods, Aman 'Sur …"
The loud voices turned into a torrent, and then converged into an incomparably exaggerated sound bomb that rumbled continuously between the four giant buildings connected by the spatial tunnel.
Not to mention the guardians, dragon aspects, and Titan creations that belonged to the Pantheon, even the Alliance leaders who were watching this scene through the video couldn't help but kneel on the ground.
For example, Danath Trollbane, the old wolf king Gene, and Moira Bronzebeard …
However, every single powerful existence noticed it.
Duque didn't kneel, and didn't even have the most basic etiquette. He just sat on the elemental throne on top of the elemental giant's head without moving.
Onyxia, who was beside him, was clearly scared to the point of peeing, but he still held the black dragon princess' slender waist with one hand, not giving her any chance to yield.
This was no longer a situation where he was the only sober person in a drunken stupor.
This was a situation where everything in the world submitted to him, and even if they were unhappy, they would avoid him. Only Duque showed his unyielding character.
"Duke Marcus, you are too presumptuous!" Odin was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. "Facing the supreme master of the Pantheon, why don't you kneel? Don't forget, you humans are also creations of the Pantheon. "
Duque looked at Odin as if he was looking at an idiot, then looked up at the gigantic figure in the void. If one were to ignore the powerful divine light surrounding his virtual image, Aman 'sur would look like a kind old man with white hair and a white beard.
Dressed in a long white robe with a blue shawl, he looked elegant and noble, unapproachable.
Duque ignored Odin and questioned Aman 'Thul instead, "Oh! Dare I ask, to the Pantheon Temple, does it mean that those who don't kneel are enemies? Or could it be that the name of the Pantheon Temple alone could make the billions of races in the universe kneel before them? If this sign is so effective, why don't you just ask Sargeras to tie himself up and come here crying and pleading guilty? "
Duque's words were simply devastating.
Apart from Odin, who was about to go berserk with rage, every guardian and dragon aspect was dumbfounded.
How dare Duque say such a thing!?
That was Aman 'Sur!
That was the Pantheon that had once beaten all the ancient gods into minced meat!
Even if Sargeras rose and almost destroyed the order of the entire universe, the Pantheon Temple was still the origin of most intelligent beings in the world.
The straightforward Torim was the first to lose his temper. "Duque, the origin of humans in Azeroth is actually closely related to the guardian of order, Tyr."
Alexstrasza, who was most concerned about Duque, also chimed in. "Duque, what are you doing! Didn't we swear to protect Azeroth together? We are the closest allies. What do you think you're doing right now? "
It sounded like a scolding, but it was actually a great concern from the red dragon.
Aman 'Sur's voice stopped for a moment. He was giving the creations of the Pantheon a chance to perform, and at the same time, he was observing Duke Marcus, a low-level intelligent being who had risen to fame in just 30 years.
Odin's irritable roar sounded again. "According to the laws of the Pantheon, your death should not be regretted. But on account of your contributions against the Burning Legion and the fact that you have severely injured Sargeras and Kil 'jaeden, I will give you a chance on behalf of the Pantheon."
"Submit to the Pantheon —"
"Or be destroyed."
When he heard Odin's words, Duque couldn't help but grit his teeth.
If he was still the noob from back then, he would probably have accepted it. Although he hated the feeling that his fate did not belong to him, and although it felt a little uncomfortable to be controlled by the Pantheon. After all, the other party was the legendary omniscient and omnipotent holy existence. Even if they ordered him to carry bricks, there was nothing to be ashamed of.
But today was different from the past!
I, Du, have managed Azeroth so well, and you want to pick the fruits of my labor?
To put it bluntly, the Pantheon felt that they were noble and refused to lower themselves to help the mortals like in the game.
Or rather, the situation in the game was what made Duque feel incredulous. Why did the Titans of the Pantheon have to work for the mortals?
So today's confrontation was actually a battle for dominance.
Cooperation was necessary, but who would be the leader was another matter.
The Pantheon couldn't let go of its pride, and the Alliance was not so stupid. The other party threw out the name of the Pantheon and had to kneel on the spot.
In the face of Odin's threat, Duque's reaction was …
"Hahaha! Hahahahaha! Odin, who do you think you are? How dare you represent the Pantheon? Aman 'sur did not utter a word. Do you really think you're a Titan? Alright, if the Pantheon is full of idiots who can't see the situation clearly, then we — don't have to cooperate! "
Duke's words were like a giant hammer smashing onto a large bell, causing all the guardians and dragons to feel dizzy on the spot, and they were thrown into a state of confusion.
Odin cursed, "Who do you think you are?!"
Duque retorted, "I killed Sargeras!"
Odin was indignant. "That's just his soul!"
Duque said disdainfully, "I killed Kil 'jaeden!"
Odin was rendered speechless. "…"
Duque was unforgiving and laid out his achievements like a machine gun.
"I destroyed the Archerons!"
"I blew up Sargeras's Void Fortress!"
"I even got Argus's Star Key!"
"I've done so many earth-shattering things in 30 years. What have you, Odin, done in 25,000 years?!"
Odin, the great manager of Audur, could not refute Duque's words at all. His face swelled to the color of a pig's liver.
At this time, everyone noticed that more and more huge figures were being projected down from the sky above the Martyr's Palace. They were the other Titans of the Pantheon.
Duque was not afraid at all. "The millions of people in the Alliance and I have fought for so long. Isn't it for freedom and the reproduction of our race? If it's just to change masters and continue to be slaves, we might as well sell ourselves to the Burning Legion. They might even offer a higher price! "
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