God!
What was a God?
In the eyes of the primitive and ignorant natives, any existence that could use a bit of Extraordinary power was a God.
For example, a mage that only knew level-0 spells.
Or even a modern person that knew how to make fire by rubbing.
But the Burning Legion did not have such a country bumpkin.
Over the past 25,000 years, the Burning Legion had seen countless civilizations in their expeditions, and they had also destroyed a planet with this number as their base number.
In this vast and boundless universe, the only recognized God was the Titan.
They had the most exaggerated power, able to move mountains and seas, wantonly creating life and destroying life.
It felt as if a random thought had appeared in the minds of the Titans, and it could easily trigger the birth of a brand new galaxy.
It was as if a universe was born and destroyed in the blink of an eye.
In a sense, the Burning Legion was the successor of this distant legend.
There were a total of three Fallen Titans in the legion.
Under the Fallen Titans, even if it seemed chaotic, there were different levels of Demons that took charge of different laws and orders.
It was the same for the Pantheon Temple. They weaved different laws and orders, allowing them to interweave with each other, forming all the mountains and rivers, the sun, moon, and stars that could be seen in the mortal world.
Complementing the change of seasons on the planet, the awakening of day and night, the four major elements that flowed and operated gave birth to new life and civilizations.
Perhaps, only at this stage could one be called a God.
Everything that happened around Antorus Burning Throne could actually be called a miracle!
After the four Elemental Lords of Azeroth obtained the elemental authority of Argus, the result of their combined might was to destroy more than half of the region by the Stygian River in a short span of a few dozen breaths.
Other than the Demons that were patrolling outside or had left the camp due to various reasons, the Demons that stayed in the camp were unable to escape the fate of total annihilation.
Those that were lucky enough to not be crushed to death by the first wave of falling meteorites were drowned by the elemental army or died in the incomparably huge Forged Gods Sea.
Duke Hydraxis led the Hydraxian Water Elementals and hunted the Demons in this shallow sea.
Only the one in ten thousand lucky ones were able to rush into the sky before the waves covered the Stygian River.
Even so, they were unable to avoid becoming bait for the Wind Elemental Army. They were killed by the Wind Elemental Army under Thunderaan's command.
Duque sensed everything within a thousand miles and heard Neptulon's apology, "Apologies, My Lord! I have too little water elemental energy at my disposal. We can't break into the Burning Throne. "
Duque then cast his Divine Will towards the entrance of the Burning Throne.
That incomparably majestic super gate, which was at least fifty stories tall, looked like it could not be submerged by the tide at all.
Neptulon channeled water elemental energy into the throne, but the extreme heat from the throne evaporated every single drop of water that passed through the door.
It was like an active volcano erupting from the bottom of the sea. A huge amount of water vapor rushed out of the water surface, and the rising water vapor column was actually a thousand meters high.
The water vapor column, which was full of dark energy, had become the new wonder of Argus.
Duque comforted Neptulon. "Don't worry. You've done well."
It was different from the 71% water body on Earth. Argus might not have been like this in the past. Ever since the Burning Legion took charge, the entire planet had been walking further and further down the path of no return.
Even though Neptulon had found a lot of underground water with the help of Therazane the Stone Mother, the volume of underground water was less than ten percent of the entire planet.
Most of them were water bodies that could not be used. With too little water, the entire planet would lack cohesion, and without any external force, it would fall apart as the planet rotated on its own.
If Neptulon were to attack the Burning Throne, the carrier of the Astral Soul, with so little water elemental energy, it would be difficult for him.
At that moment, the Balrog Lord, Modron, came. He knelt on one knee, raised his hands, and paid tribute to Duque.
It was a small pinch of fire elemental energy.
It looked really, really small, especially when compared to his huge body.
No one dared to underestimate this elemental energy that was only the size of a human campfire, because this' tiny flame 'was as bright as an entire star.
It was impossible for a mortal hero to look at it directly. With that brightness, one would definitely go blind if they stared at it for two seconds.
Even though Modron had tried his best to reduce the destructive power of this fire elemental energy, it was still shocking.
With a gentle wave of his hand, Duque wrapped it in a purplish-blue Titan Rune Weave.
At some point, hundreds and thousands of mages hovered in the air around Duque.
Their faces were still clear, but their bodies had become translucent.
They were once the mages on the frontlines of the Alliance. After falling on the battlefield, they chose to integrate their souls into the Weave.
In the sky, a Titan Rune Magic Circle appeared.
The mysterious purplish-blue light connected the edges and passed through the heads of the magic staffs in the hands of the soul mages. The light shot back and forth between the staffs, forming a huge Titan Magic Circle made up of countless smaller Titan Runes.
This magic circle formed a huge concentric circle above the head of the Burning Throne. It was a huge inverted conical three-dimensional magic circle that was almost tit for tat with the Antorus Burning Throne.
In the end, Duke raised his artifact staff [Atiesh, Legendary Staff of the Guardian], and the three crows circling and dancing on the top of the drumstick drew the last and thickest stroke on this mystical giant magic circle that looked like it was about to pour down the sands of time.
Duque's gaze transcended time and space.
It was the gaze of judgment that looked down on the billions of evil creatures in Argus.
It was the gaze of pride and anger that looked down on this scorching, stinking, and decaying world.
"It's not that I don't want to, it's just that it's not time yet!
"When the time comes, I'll report everything!"
Saying a proverb from the ancient Celestial Empire, his voice added a touch of mystery to the activation of this huge Titan Magic Circle!
Duque looked at the huge door that was constantly spewing flames with a cold, black gaze, and tilted the magic staff in his hand slightly.
"Fasoho — Te!" (Authorization from the Pantheon)
"Kehoooayo!" (Backlash from the Endless Universe)
"Zqrfjo!" (Summoning the resentment of billions of creatures)
"QTdaazjojow!" (Guidance of the Stars)
The last sentence was surprisingly in the common language, "Retribution with destruction —"
The small cluster of flames that was just offered by Smodron stretched to its maximum length in the short span of a thousandth of a second, turning into a huge flame spike that was more than a kilometer in length.
This spike pierced through the center of all the conical magic circles.
Finally, it pierced down!
The Super Fire Elemental Core, which was formed by the aggregation of the most surging fire elements on this planet, was driven by the Titan Array and strengthened layer by layer in a way similar to nuclear fusion before being shot out, forming a destructive power that could destroy the world.
A bright beam of light with a diameter of at least 300 meters shot out from the layers of inverted conical magic circles, pointing straight at the center of Antorus Burning Throne.
Inside the Burning Throne, the demons were already in a state of chaos.
Only the Four Great Matriarchs of the Witch Coven gritted their teeth and tried their best to maintain everything in the throne.
The defense system of the Burning Throne was activated.
A huge green flame rune first appeared on the throne. With it as the center, green light suddenly burst out, forming a series of evil green halos. The halos quickly expanded into rings after rings. Countless evil runes naturally formed runic chains between the rings. Then, 108 magic circles were formed one after another.
The elemental spear that Duque mobilized the entire planet's Fire Element and used it as the foundation collided with the flame shield that the Burning Throne had accumulated for tens of thousands of years.
Did the spear pierce the shield?
Did the shield break the spear?
The answer to this question was soon found.
Heaven and earth lost all other colors, and all that was left was flames.
The pure crimson flames and the evil green flames mixed together in the void, almost indistinguishable.
In the deepest part of the Burning Throne, Argus the Silencer's voice rumbled like thunder, "Duke Marcus! Do you think you can easily defeat me by stealing my Fire Element? You underestimate the power of a Titan! "
In the air, Duque smiled. "No, I know very well what a Titan can do. If you were a real Titan, maybe I really wouldn't dare to come. Unfortunately, you're not. You're just a slightly larger watchdog of Sargeras. Do you think Sargeras will allow you to have the full power of a Titan? "
Argus was suddenly speechless.
The truth was always cruel.
Argus the Silencer had fallen, but it did not mean that he was really stupid. He knew very well that he was far from reaching his peak and limit, and he would never reach it in this lifetime.
Sargeras was so scheming, so how could he nurture a subordinate who had the strength to rebel against him in the Burning Legion, and who could very well be a potential traitor?
Countless history had proven that rebels did not necessarily want to rebel, but because they had the strength to rebel.
This was a kind of tragedy.
As long as one of the king's subordinates had the strength to overthrow the king, even if he did not want to, there might be people with ulterior motives who vented their dissatisfaction with the king by nurturing rebels.
Therefore, from the moment Argus' astral soul was born, half of his astral soul was devoured by Sargeras.
This meant that unless Argus could get back the original part of his astral soul, he would always be incomplete, and would never be able to reach the height of a true Titan.
He, the fallen Titan, would always be in shape.
He could not even control a complete planet of Argus.
All elemental control was suppressed to less than 30%.
For ordinary enemies, this ratio was definitely enough.
Duque was not in this category.
A god who could control the four elements was the only nemesis of Argus.
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