The war between the Burning Legion and Azeroth had entered its final stage.
In order to destroy Planet Azeroth, Kil 'jaeden alone was no longer enough. Sargeras, the army's highest combat power, had to enter the battlefield. Sargeras' resurrection was in its final stage. If Sargeras resurrected first, with his omnipotent abilities, he might be able to rush back and block Duque and the others at the Burning Throne.
On the other hand, Duque and the others had already fought their way to the end of the Burning Throne, facing the four matriarchs and two fallen Titans.
For 25,000 years, due to the lack of souls and bodies, the Pantheon couldn't be activated normally at all. It had become a name with no substance.
Once the Allied Forces successfully raided Planet Argus and rescued all the imprisoned Titans' souls and bodies, the Pantheon's combat power would undergo a fundamental change. From providing indirect assistance, they would become the strongest combat power that could directly participate in the battle.
Even if it was a shrunken version of their bodies, if Aman 'Thul and the others could use half of their combat power, they would be able to take care of Sargeras, who had forcibly resurrected on Azeroth with his remnant soul and clone corpses.
This was undoubtedly a mutual destruction!
Let's see whose home would collapse first.
Now, no one could say for sure who would have the upper hand.
In the Tomb of Sargeras on Planet Azeroth, Kil 'jaeden couldn't take it anymore.
Even a brave woman was afraid of taking turns.
Moreover, the ones taking turns weren't the 25 footmen in the game, but a group of super powerful people who were not much weaker than him. Almost all of them had the template of a Boss.
Among them, they were either Titan Guardians or Demigods. Even the mere mortals in the eyes of the eggs were mostly veterans who had experienced the 20-year war and killed a bunch of Demigods and Great Demons.
The Gemini Twins, who had been completely taken advantage of by Duque and Eredar, realized in despair that once they made a move, they wouldn't reveal any of their moves. The group of mortal powerhouses had already made their moves.
Then, the Titan Guardians rushed forward to fight.
Come on! A head-on confrontation! Those who didn't fight head-on were idiots without balls!
Whether it was Odin, Torim, or Hodier, they were all the same.
Unfortunately, Kil 'jaeden could not bypass these big guys and kill Freya who kept healing from behind.
As the portal closed, the Void Dukes around him fell one by one, and Kil 'jaeden's condition worsened.
His injuries continued to accumulate, and he had less and less time to cast spells.
However, the silent and instantaneous Shadow Magic was not powerful enough to kill these Titan Guardians. As soon as they finished vomiting blood, Freya's healing spell healed them.
He had healed himself right in front of him, allowing him to see his wounds healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
What a ruckus!
How could they fight like this?
Without a choice, Kil 'jaeden, who was unwilling to die just like that, finally used his last trump card. He secretly extracted mana from the mana pool that had been used to revive Sargeras to replenish himself.
"I'm doing this for the resurrection of our great leader!"
"If I die, no one will protect Master Sargeras while he's casting the spell!"
"As a Fallen Titan, he's so strong. It doesn't matter if he loses some magic power."
Kil 'jaeden was a sinister guy. He was not a brute like Archimonde. Between self-preservation and loyalty, he quickly made his choice.
It looked like Kil 'jaeden was on steroids, or maybe it was the final radiance of the setting sun. He suddenly became two levels stronger. All kinds of big moves were thrown out as if they were free, and for a moment, the allied forces were in chaos.
On the Burning Throne's side, while Duque's harem was beating up the matriarchs, Duque and the others at the front finally met the Fallen Titan Agramma.
As soon as they entered the hall, an impassioned voice that was as hot as flames came crashing down on them. Just the fire element contained in the voice alone was enough to turn a normal low-level Void Duke into charcoal.
"Stop! Intruder! Other than the great Master Sargeras, no one is allowed to enter here — "
Looking up, they saw a hundred-meter-tall flame giant.
The outline of every muscle on its dark, stony body was separated by blazing lines of flames. The extremely heavy metal armor only covered less than half of its body. Its chest, thighs, and upper arms were not armored. The armor was more like a decoration.
The huge winged helmet was shaped like a bull's horn. In the T-shaped front of the helmet, one could see a pair of flaming eyes that shone with golden light.
When it stepped forward, it felt like the earth was shaking.
What a Fallen Titan. How majestic.
However, it was only majestic.
Duque looked down on this guy.
A Fallen Titan that could not contact the planets and universe to obtain external power was not a true Titan. It was just a giant with the appearance and abilities of a Titan. It could not display its endless power.
"Ha! The once noble Titan of the Pantheon has fallen to become a watchdog for enemies and traitors. And out of so many Titans, only you submitted. This is … embarrassing, "Duque complained through the magic communication in the harem.
Beside him, Queen Xi and Vashj both smiled slightly.
Duque turned his head. "Illidan, can you handle this guy?"
"Who do you think I am?" Illidan raised his chin arrogantly. He felt like an egg that was being looked down upon, and his fighting spirit was high. He pulled out the famous Dual Blades of Azzinoth from behind him, entered his demon form in one breath, and charged straight at Illidan.
In terms of body size, the demonized Illidan was at least five meters tall. To the Night Elves, he was already a giant.
Unfortunately, in front of Agrama, he was a bug.
Agrama instinctively disliked Illidan.
"Annoying and lowly demon! Go to hell — "With a thunderous roar, Agrama raised his divine two-handed sword, Tesarak, and slashed down.
When the burning greatsword fell, it gave people the feeling that a flaming mountain was collapsing.
The pressure of the mountain and the flames were shocking.
Illidan dodged!
Agrama was not slow, but Illidan was faster. With a sidestep, he passed by the side of the sword.
"Hiss —"
As he passed by, Agrama's neck had a terrifying wound that was two meters wide. Green flames continued to burn on the wound, and it seemed out of place compared to the red flames that surrounded Agrama's body.
Duque looked at it for a while. "Let's go!"
Duque did not care if Illidan could defeat Agrama or not. As long as Illidan could not let Agrama leave his position and cause trouble while Duque and the others were dealing with Argus, it would be a great achievement.
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