At this moment, everyone who heard this had shock written all over their faces.
This was especially true for Aman 'sur, the King of Myriad Worlds, who was trembling uncontrollably.
This was too shocking for the Titans.
This was the ultimate secret of the Pantheon, and they did not even preserve this method of nurturing Titans in any form.
In this world, no one would have such a powerful imagination to imagine something as shocking as a planet being a Titan.
Actually, Duque didn't know either.
Titans, as the name suggested, were huge humanoid beings.
Ordinary guys that were dozens of stories tall were huge for humans, but they still didn't have the right to be called Titans.
Just how big was the Titan?
When Duque traveled through time and space, he peeked at a certain scene. The background of the scene was Azeroth, but the huge humanoid figure attached to Azeroth was Sargeras.
Yes!
Sargeras was the size of a planet.
Coupled with the fact that during the Primordial War, Duque had personally opened the portal powered by the Well of Eternity to the size of dozens of stories tall, and Sargeras still couldn't pass through the portal, one could imagine how huge Titans were. Even if he used all kinds of spells and abilities, he still couldn't shrink his body to human size.
With a planet-sized body, the ability to change worlds and create life, and almost infinite power, this was Titan.
Through these conditions, one could see how bad the situation of the Titans of the Pantheon was.
Back then, Sargeras, the Titan who was the most capable of fighting, betrayed them and directly destroyed the Titans of the Pantheon.
Although it was called the Pantheon, there were actually only a few Titans, less than two digits.
Being defeated in a direct confrontation, Aman 'Sur and the others could be said to have lost all they had left.
That's right, Azeroth was their last pair of pants.
The seemingly invincible Pantheon Temple had its own laboratories and bases throughout the universe, leaving behind countless guardians. Unfortunately, apart from Azeroth, there was no other planet with an Anti-Titan Formation.
Most guardians were at the level of high-level Void Lords. Under the attack of the Burning Legion's sea of demons, the only outcome was death.
Duque calmly stated his conclusion.
"The Pantheon Temple may have been very strong in the past, but today, the only troops that the Pantheon Temple can command are the direct troops in the spaceship called the Pantheon Temple, as well as the Guardians and Dragon Aspects like Azeroth."
"It's no exaggeration to say that the battle in Azeroth is the Pantheon Temple's last hope to turn the tables. If even Azeroth falls, the Pantheon would have no choice but to leave this universe and search for hope and salvation in other universes. "
"I … am I right? Lord Aman 'sur! "
Duque's powerful voice silenced the entire Martyr's Palace.
His words attracted the attention of all beings in the air, including the guardians, dragon aspects, and all the low-level servants of the Pantheon. They wanted to know if their duties were still meaningful. Does my glory still exist? Was his almighty master really as distressed as Duque said?
Even Aman 'Sur, the King of Gods, was silent for a moment.
A fallen phoenix was no better than a chicken.
25,000 years ago, the Titans who had been glorious and destroyed anyone they saw would never have imagined that they would be in such dire straits.
It was not that Aman 'sur and the other Titans had not thought of other ways over the years. Unfortunately, the guardians who were loyal to them had been killed by the Burning Legion, and their strongholds had been uprooted.
When they realized that their creations could not withstand the Fallen Titans' demonic army, they had no choice but to hide the Pantheon Temple.
In the void of a certain galaxy, a gorgeous palace floated in a well-concealed spatial rift. That was the Pantheon Temple.
In the huge temple, several translucent figures gathered together and looked at the tiny human named Duke Marcus on the screen.
In the eyes of the Titans of the Pantheon Temple, the peak-level demigod that mortals could not reach was only at the level of a top-level guardian.
Faced with Duque tearing apart the Pantheon Temple's last shroud, the Titans were not angry, indignant, or ashamed. Instead, they all looked calm.
This was the Titans!
Their lifespans were measured in units of 100,000 years, and they were existences that surpassed mortals.
Because of their earth-shattering strength and methods that mortals could not imagine, they were called gods!
25,000 years had passed. Perhaps they had been angry, roaring, and complaining when Sargeras had betrayed them and destroyed them.
After such a long period of time, all that was left was peace.
Looking at Duque's ridiculously young and seemingly easy-going face, which was filled with stubbornness and stubbornness, the Titans chuckled in admiration at his audacity to challenge the Pantheon Temple.
Dreamweaver Nogannon laughed. "The guardians we created have their own thinking abilities and are very powerful. However, they have lost their variables. As long as they are not destroyed, there will be no difference between 25,000 years ago and today. Now, these mortals who have their own will have chosen a human from the Outerverse who is more ambitious and daring to negotiate with us. Don't you think that this is also a success for us? "
It was also because of Nogannon's words that the Titans recalled the past that lingered in the deepest recesses of their memories.
That was the era when the Pantheon dominated the universe, guiding all life and creating miracles.
Even after twenty-five thousand years, they would still dream of that good time every night.
Now, a seemingly insignificant existence had pierced through the illusion of the Pantheon Temple. Not only did this not anger the Titans, but it actually gave them a glimmer of hope.
Aman 'Thul spoke. His words were extremely profound.
This was because other than the guardians and the Dragon Aspect, only a mortal like Duque could hear him. The video and sound effects that the other Alliance leaders were watching were completely cut off the moment Aman 'Thul spoke.
"It seems like you also have a rather powerful ability to pry into time and space. Since you have seen the Pantheon Temple's predicament, there is no need for me to continue maintaining this false strength. Then let us have an honest conversation. After all, be it the Pantheon Temple or your world, they are all so fragile. Maintaining the status quo will not help us defeat the Burning Legion. "
Aman 'Thul pointed. Odin, Torim, Alexstrasza, and Duque all felt a part of them suddenly sublimate. It was as if their souls had split into a soul clone and were absorbed into a mysterious domain.
They could hear the voices of Aman 'Thul and the other participants, and they could also speak there. However, most of their senses were still in the Sky Fortress.
Aman 'Thul said, "Duke Marcus, tell me your plan. This will determine whether the Pantheon Temple will cooperate with you in the way you want. "
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