A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

"Be careful to dodge! The enemy's bombardment has started again!"

"Damn it! Is it not over yet? Will their shells never reach the target?"

"Don't talk nonsense! After the bombardment, the enemy will launch an attack! The front line will need fierce firepower support at that time!"

"Prepare the fel artillery positions! Hurry up! You damn lazy people!"

"That's not enough! Where are the shadow warlocks and fel mages? Why haven't they been moving for three hours?"

"Do you fucking think that spellcasters are perpetual motion machines? They have been fighting for more than twelve hours in a row, and their mana has been exhausted long ago."

"What about the portal? Is the portal to Argus open?"

"No. I don't know what happened. Both the portal and the communication are all interrupted. We can't get any supplies and troops at the moment."

...

Accompanied by the roars, quarrels and roars of the senior demon commanders of the Burning Legion, the positions that had been riddled with holes were once again mobilized to prepare for a new round of attacks.

Obviously, these guys didn't know what happened on Argus, but simply thought that their connection with the headquarters was cut off for some unknown reason.

Once the portal was connected again, the Legion's endless demon army would be able to reverse the situation and teach the opponent a lesson.

However, unlike his subordinates who still maintained an optimistic attitude, Kil'jaeden couldn't smile at all now.

Because since the devil Astartes landed on Argus through the portal and built fortifications, he has been able to get the latest battle reports from General Elodus of the Antoran Command Council.

For example, the mobile forces that the Burning Legion had finally gathered were all killed by the opponent's destructive weapons. For example, Illidan Stormrage, the damn night elf traitor, actually led a small team to the depths of the earth and even controlled the incarnation left behind when Sargeras invaded Azeroth.

In short, anyone with a little brain and reason can see from the reports that the situation is not good.

Kil'jaeden seriously suspected that the portal and communication interruption was actually caused by the enemy sending elite troops to raid the portal core node located in the Burning Throne. Maybe even the guardian Hasabel was killed.

Only in this way can it be explained why not only the portal connection was interrupted, but also the communication did not receive any response.

But what puzzled him was how the other party quickly broke through the many obstacles and entered the Burning Throne deep in the center of the earth in a short period of time, and even destroyed or even seized the portal node?

You must know that the resources and manpower deployment of the entire Burning Legion rely on the inter-planetary portal network.

Therefore, its importance is self-evident. Almost every road leading to the area is heavily guarded.

Just as Kil'jaeden touched his chin and fell into deep thought, the artillery bombardment of New Phyrexia, which was an average of once every two or three hours, finally began without a break.

Thousands of demons hid in underground bunkers or defensive buildings made of magic metal, and some even directly propped up magic shields.

Just a few minutes later, dense black spots appeared in the sky.

As these black spots grew larger, piercing screams echoed over the Burning Legion's positions.

Then violent vibrations, explosions, and flames covered a large area around.

Boom boom boom boom!

Countless pieces of rubble and soil, mixed with the incomplete bodies of demons torn apart by the shock wave, flew into the air. Some shells exploded and produced side effects such as lightning, frost, arcane, and holy light.

Although the fel anti-aircraft guns were firing at full speed to intercept, they were still a drop in the bucket in the face of such dense and brutal bombardment.

Fortunately, there were spellcasters in important areas to support the shield, so the losses were not serious.

The most serious casualties were always the Flame Imps who were used as cannon fodder, and the Ganerge who were used as coolies and low-level technicians.

In addition, several fel artillery positions were also the focus of attention.

Almost every saturation bombardment of New Phyrexia would destroy the fel artillery positions in the designated area, clearing the way for subsequent attacks.

When the fel artillery positions on the high ground on the west side were completely turned into ruins, the half-hour frenzied bombing finally ended.

Before the commanders of the Burning Legion demons could recover from their dizzy state, thousands of Shuoyou creations launched a fearless charge.

Most of them were puppets that Shuoyou randomly pieced together from corpses and metals collected on the battlefield, and specially enhanced their melee capabilities.

Because they had no soul, each of them looked a little stupid.

However, the good thing was that since they had neither soul nor self-awareness, these Shuoyou creations could not produce negative emotions such as fear and terror at all.

Once the attack order was issued, even if they faced the fiercest firepower network and the most invincible enemy, they would still rush forward without hesitation.

Most importantly, through a round of saturation bombardment, New Phyrexia successfully forced the enemy to hide in places that could provide protection for themselves, causing almost all the frontline troops to run away.

Because if they don't run, they will be blown to death.

Rather than being blown to death in vain, it is better to hide first and wait until this round of attacks are withstood before taking back the position.

The New Phyrexian creation took advantage of this time difference to directly close the distance and force the Burning Legion's demons to fight bloody battles with themselves in narrow trenches and tunnels until all the cannon fodder participating in this attack died.

Through this cruel pair tactic, not only can the enemy's living force be weakened to the maximum extent, but also the opponent's survival and tactical space can be continuously squeezed.

After all, there are only so many demon armies entering Azeroth, and now one less is one less.

On the other hand, New Phyrexia has as many cannon fodders as it wants.

Not only can the enemy's corpses, armor, and weapons be fully utilized, but also their own.

This means that as the war continues, the number of cannon fodder created by Shuoyou will only snowball.

Once a certain critical point is exceeded, the endless cannon fodder alone can fill up the seemingly indestructible fortifications.

"How long will it take for the remnants of the Satyrs and the Scourge to get here?"

Kil'jaeden suddenly asked as he looked at the battle lines that were repeatedly fighting in the distance.

The adjutant responded quickly: "The Satyrs should be able to reach the outskirts of Mount Hyjal in about three days.

The Scourge led by the Dreadlord will take at least a week.

You know, the strength of the Alliance is no longer what it used to be, and it is basically impossible to cross the sea by ship.

The Kul Tiras fleet led by Jaina will sink all hostile ships that try to cross the Endless Sea.

Even the most rampant Bloodsail Pirates and Blackwater Pirates have now disappeared and hid.

So the safest way is to hire a goblin airship.

Although these green-skinned dwarves are cunning and greedy, it is undeniable that as long as enough money is paid, they are even willing to risk being labeled as [rapists] to provide services to anyone."

"What about the warlock groups hidden in various races? Haven't they made any noise?"

Kil'jaeden continued to ask with a frown.

Unlike other demons in the Burning Legion who think highly of themselves and look down on mortals.

Having experienced the failure of the War of the Ancients, he knew very well how great the potential of mortals in this world was. Almost every one of them had more or less power granted by the Titans in their blood, as well as the blood and flesh curse of the Ancient Gods, so they must not be taken lightly.

If they can be used well, they may become a surprise force and play an unexpected role.

In this regard, Kil'jaeden is much stronger than Archimonde.

Whether it was planning to let the orcs drink the blood of the Abyss Lord and become puppets of the Legion, or twisting Ner'zhul's soul into the Lich King to set off the Undead Scourge, it can be regarded as a model of creating miracles at the lowest cost.

The Eredar lieutenant shook his head helplessly: "I'm very sorry, great deceiver.

Since the last war just ended not long ago, all forces in Azeroth are highly vigilant against us.

And for some reason, Queen Jalia of the Kingdom of Lordaeron suddenly arrested warlocks and people who studied psychic magic in the area she ruled without any warning.

This directly led to our talents being caught just as they started their activities.

Other member states of the Alliance followed suit.

Some timid warlocks hid immediately after realizing that something was wrong.

Now this operation has basically failed."

"What a bunch of trash!"

Kil'jaeden was obviously full of contempt and disgust for these guys who were indecisive, incompetent, and wanted knowledge and power first.

If it were in the past, in this case, he would directly use some tricks to kill the other party the next time he summoned a demon, and then bring the soul back to torture it, so that everyone can see what the consequences of daring to disobey in public is.

But unfortunately, he can't do this now.

Because even a small mosquito leg is still meat.

Considering the current bad situation, he still hopes that a few capable guys among these warlocks can come out to do things and relieve the pressure here.

After several hours of fierce fighting, the New Phyrexia side once again chose to retreat.

This is not because they can't fight anymore, but they don't have a plan to wipe out all the enemies guarding the portal in one go.

In fact, Zuo Si's order to this side is to keep exerting pressure and let the Burning Legion dispatch more troops.

So the demon judge in charge of the front line also implemented this order.

Although every attack is extremely fierce, once the demons' defense line shows signs of collapse, the New Phyrexia side will immediately choose to retreat.

Faced with such a strange situation, Kil'jaeden certainly noticed something was wrong, and even believed in his heart that the enemy must be plotting something shady.

Just as he was about to get up and cast fel magic to investigate the enemy's position, a female Eredar's voice suddenly came from not far away.

"Look! There's a huge sphere in the sky! Could that be Argus?"

Following the direction of her finger, everyone saw a huge sphere emitting green light in the sky above their heads.

Because it was night, it was particularly clear in the black sky.

Even the huge cracks on the surface of the planet, as well as the fel lakes and seas of varying sizes, could be seen clearly.

At the same time, the senior commanders of the Legion, including Kil'jaeden, couldn't help but have a question mark in their minds.

That is, how could their own nest suddenly appear near the planet Azeroth?

Could it be that the great dark titan Sargeras used his unrivaled power to break the distance in space and form a permanent wormhole between the two planets?

Or did he teleport the entire planet directly?

But in any case, the appearance of Argus near Azeroth greatly boosted the morale of the Burning Legion's demons.

In their eyes, such a situation where their own nest and the boss were dispatched collectively was simply a dragon riding on the face, how could they lose.

On the other hand, people in other parts of Azeroth also saw the strange scene that suddenly appeared in the night sky, and began to discuss what it meant.

After all, there have always been only two moons and stars hanging in the night sky on this planet.

In addition, except for Illidan Stormrage, most of the native residents of Azeroth knew little about Argus, the nest of the Burning Legion, and had never even heard of it, so many countries and forces felt nervous because of this.

Dalaran, which was being rebuilt, held an emergency meeting to report to various kingdoms the scenes they had observed through magic.

Especially the boiling evil energy on the surface, the countless cracks like spider webs, and the demons and devil Astartes fighting each other.

All of this instantly caused a violent shock to the top leaders.

At this moment, in the palace of Lordaeron, Calia Menethil was sitting on the throne that her father Terenas had sat on, wearing a crown and watching the fierce quarrel in the field.

Because the whole thing was too explosive, whether it was Magni Bronzebeard, the dwarf king of Ironforge, Kael'thas, the leader of the high elves, or Varian Wrynn, the young monarch of the Storm Kingdom in the south, they all gathered here through the portal.

Even Tyrande and Malfurion, the leaders of the night elves, were among them.

Of course, they who were strongly hostile to arcane magic did not come here by teleportation, but took a boat to land at the Silverpine Forest Pier, which was closest to the capital of Lordaeron, and a large number of druids accompanied them.

Because of the previous leakage of the power of the Life-Binder Eonar, this land polluted by death and natural disasters has regained its vitality.

This made the Cenarion Circle, which is determined to protect animals and nature, very happy and eager to witness this great miracle with their own eyes.

Tyrande and Malfurion also wanted to discuss with the Alliance countries what was happening on the battlefield of Mount Hyjal, so they happened to meet here.

"Everyone!

Please open your eyes and take a good look at this image of the planet's surface observed by the Dalaran mage!

Look at the boiling green evil energy!

I'm sure this thing is some kind of destructive weapon of the Burning Legion demons!

They want to destroy our homes and hometowns!

For Azeroth!

For the Alliance!

Is there any need to discuss at this time?

I can't think of any solution to the current crisis except war!"

Magni Bronzebeard waved his short and thick arms and roared angrily, and his saliva sprayed directly on the face of the young King Varian Wrynn not far away.

Fortunately, the current King of Varian is still a young man and has not experienced the temper of being a slave gladiator, so his temper and demeanor are quite good, and he did not blame the other party for this.

What's more, the dwarf king is still a staunch ally in helping the Storm Kingdom to restore its country. The two sides are planning to build a subway that runs through the underground to ensure that civilians can be quickly transferred in similar situations. He just took two steps back to avoid the splash range.

"Old friend, you are too radical. We don't even understand the situation now. It is unwise to launch an attack rashly."

The mature and steady King of Gilneas, Genn Greymane, tried to appease the grumpy dwarf and calm him down.

Because the footsteps of the undead scourge were strictly restricted to the Tirisfal Glades north of Silverpine Forest, his country was not besieged as it was originally, so there was no need for the archmage Arugal to deal with werewolves. It seems that except for being older, he is in good physical and mental condition.

The most important thing is that without the worgen rebellion, Gilneas now has a population that is almost greater than that of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, which has experienced war and massacres, and is the most prominent among human kingdoms.

At present, in addition to Jia Liya, who replaced her father as the leader of the Alliance, there is also Jaina, who performed well in the war, and he is the one who speaks the most.

But unfortunately, the dwarves who have always been known for their stubbornness don't care about these.

I saw Magni Bronzebeard rolled his eyes unhappily.

"Radical?

Irrational?

Don't you see what time it is now.

That's a planet!

A demon nest that is almost the same size as Azeroth and full of fel energy.

If we don't take the initiative to attack, they will attack and fight a war on our land.

Tell me, are you willing to fight on the enemy's land, or are you willing to wait here for the other side to come to your door and burn, kill and loot like those damn orcs?"

There is no doubt that Magni Bronzebeard's words instantly activated Varian Wrynn's memory.

As the only royal family whose capital was captured and the country was destroyed in the Orc War, he had experienced the pain and understood what a hellish scene it would be when the enemy came in.

After a short silence, he drew his sword and solemnly stated: "On behalf of the Storm Kingdom, I agree with His Majesty Magni Bronzebeard's proposal. If we want to fight this war, we must not fight it in our own homeland, but in the enemy's land."

"Respected Queen Jialiya, what do you think of this?"

Seeing that the dwarf king's proposal had been supported by the Storm Kingdom, Genn Greymane immediately cast his eyes on the increasingly mature and beautiful figure on the throne.

To be honest, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that the introverted, shy, and gentle Princess of Lordaeron would have a 180-degree turn in her personality and become what she is now.

Especially not long ago, he openly announced to the public that he would set up an audit committee to ensure that every noble's property could find a legal heir, and absolutely did not allow the occurrence of impersonation. Then he turned around and began to strangle the necks of those who tried to manipulate him and wanted to seize power from the royal family.

The result was that the noble alliance that was still jumping up and down in the last second fell apart in an instant in the next second.

You must know that because the undead disaster broke out too quickly and too suddenly, most of the nobles who escaped and survived did not carry too much property.

To be precise, anyone who brought too many things could not escape, and they were all caught up and killed by the undead army.

So these nobles who returned home did not have much wealth on hand, and they were all waiting to go home to retrieve or inherit their own property.

In fact, they had succeeded at the beginning.

Many people directly took out their identity certificates, and then they could legitimately transfer all the property of all their dead relatives to their own names.

This is also the reason why the nobles jumped so much.

There are too many of them who became rich overnight, and even inherited several or even more than a dozen large manors in succession.

With money and land, people naturally want more power and higher social status, which is determined by the greed in human nature.

But now with the establishment of the review committee, the previously acquired properties have been frozen again.

The reason is also very high-sounding, that is, to ensure that the noble inheritance law of the Kingdom of Lordaeron can be 100% implemented, and no swindlers are allowed to trample on the dignity and honor of the nobles.

Since it involves the dignity and honor of the nobles, it is understandable that the review is a little slower and more careful, right?

After all, this is to safeguard the interests and dignity of the entire noble class.

So those guys who jumped the farthest from home before are now unable to speak out.

They can only watch the wealth that was originally in their pockets go away again.

Some extravagant guys are even now burdened with heavy debts.

After all, the money they spent before was ordered to be returned in a very short time.

If they can't pay it back, they may be labeled as thieves and liars.

In order to maintain their noble dignity, they can only mortgage the land and wealth that they have not yet obtained to merchants for loans.

If nothing unexpected happens, what awaits these guys will be an extremely long review process.

Even when they go bankrupt, live on the streets, and starve to death, the review is still impossible to pass.

Genn Greymane simply cannot imagine how Jia Liya came up with such a vicious and clever political trick to suppress the nobles who disobeyed her in the country.

Those fence-sitters who were eager to try disappeared immediately and never dared to propose any interference in the queen's marriage.

Coupled with the full support of the church, Jia Liya is now a typical example of "I am the state".

Her will is the will of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, her words are the supreme law of this country, and at her command, thousands of soldiers will take up arms and launch attacks one after another.

To put it bluntly, even Terenas' power is far inferior to this.

Looking at the pairs of expectant eyes present, Jia Liya slowly stood up from the chair and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, I think this matter may not be as bad as you think.

Because just a few minutes ago, I just received the will from God.

The planet very close to us is actually called Argus, which was originally the lair of the Burning Legion.

But now, it has been completely conquered and turned into a trophy.

Since this planet once gave birth to a Titan, the great God sent it to our Azeroth as a companion.

In this way, the star soul of Azeroth will not be too lonely."

"War... trophy?!"

Jaina, who was present on behalf of Kul Tiras, opened her mouth subconsciously.

Although she was one of the few people present who knew Zuo Si's identity and power, it was still a little too explosive to bring back a planet as a trophy.

What's more, this planet is the home of the Burning Legion.

"That's right.

Please don't panic. The army under the command of God will soon be able to clean up all the remnants of the Burning Legion.

By then, Argus will become the twin planet of Azeroth, and it can even be immigrated and developed.

Finally, there is another good news, that is, the Burning Legion has been completely defeated.

Their power in this universe is gradually dying out.

Even their master, the dark titan Sargeras, has surrendered to the great God.

From now on, we will be truly safe."

When saying this, Jia Liya's tone was full of naked and undisguised worship and fanaticism.

"What? Sargeras was defeated? How is this possible!"

Malfurion's face immediately showed an expression of shock and disbelief.

As one of the leaders of the night elves in the War of the Ancients, he has personally felt the power of the dark titan and does not think that anyone can really defeat it.

Tyrande frowned and questioned: "Are you 100% sure that all this is true? I mean, even if Sargeras is defeated, he will never surrender to anyone."

"Please pay attention to your words and attitude, priestess of Elune, the moon goddess. Although the benevolent god does not prohibit the existence of other beliefs, your doubts have obviously offended him."

Jia turned around and stared at the religious leader of the night elves with a warning look.

"Offense? No, I don't think it's an offense, but it should be classified as reasonable suspicion."

Tyrande was obviously not a good person, and immediately stood on her own position to refute.

People around could clearly feel that the two ladies' eyes had even sparked.

You have to know that religious beliefs are extremely exclusive.

When two different gods, especially believers of gods from different systems, meet, there is a high probability that they will quarrel or fight.

Just as Malfurion was about to step forward to dissuade his wife, a green fel portal suddenly opened out of thin air, and two familiar figures walked out of it, followed by a small but fierce team behind them.

"She is right, the Burning Legion is finished, and their leader, the dark titan Sargeras, has now surrendered to Soth. I saw it all with my own eyes."

Illidan, who had just been teleported from the planet Argus, made a straightforward announcement to everyone present.

Maiev Shadowsong added: "Not only Sargeras, but all the titans in the Pantheon are now Soth's spoils. Don't doubt it! He is now the supreme ruler of the entire physical universe, the true god above everything."

There is no doubt that the words of the two instantly shocked everyone like a nuclear explosion.

"My brother! How do you know this?"

Malfurion asked in a slightly trembling voice.

Illidan grinned and asked, "What do you think I have been doing since I was expelled, dear brother?

Continue to serve the Burning Legion?

No, I reached an agreement with Soth a long time ago.

This time I personally led the team to break into the planet Argus and started the war to end the Burning Legion.

It was also me who rushed into the Burning Throne at the core of the planet and blew up the Legion's portal network.

Now everything is over.

A long time ago, you once asked me what I wanted to do.

Now please look up at the sky, that is the answer I have always wanted to give you."

As these words came out, everyone in the palace turned around and looked out the open door.

As a result, in the dark sky, they saw a huge figure descending from the sky with scorching flames all over his body.

Compared to him, the planet Azeroth is just like a large spherical toy.

"Sar... Sargeras?!!!!"

Tyrande shouted out the name of the dark titan that the entire physical universe feared.

Not only her, but the rest of the people were also shocked, and they completely lost the ability to think and act, and just stood there stupidly.

Just when Malfurion was soaked in sweat, Sargeras in the outer space orbit of the planet suddenly shouted in the direction of Mount Hyjal: "Kil'jaeden! I now order you and your legion to surrender to the great father of New Phyrexia immediately, and then accept the baptism of the oil and embrace the glorious evolution."

"What... what?!!"

The deceiver in the camp of Mount Hyjal was stunned on the spot.

He couldn't believe that such words came from the mouth of the Lord of the Burning Legion.

"Surrender immediately! Don't let me say it for the third time!"

Sargeras lowered his head and let his hideous and terrifying face completely cover the sky. His two flaming eyes stared straight at the Deceiver. The huge pressure coming from him made the other Burning Legion demons around him dare not even breathe.

"Can I know why? Why did you suddenly make such a decision?"

Kil'jaeden's voice trembled and he wanted an explanation.

"Because I woke up and realized what the real truth is. Only under the leadership of the father of New Phyrexia can we achieve the beautiful vision of the unity of all worlds and achieve perfect and harmonious unity."

Sargeras slowly raised his arm to release the oil in his body and sprinkled it on the unsuspecting demons below.

Seeing this scene, Kil'jaeden realized that his boss was perfected even if he was slow to react.

Since he had been fighting with the New Phyrexia forces for some time, he knew very well that "perfection" refers to the process of infecting and transforming the body and soul through the terrible substance called oil, and finally becoming a member of the enemy.

Including his old friend Archimonde, Doom Lord Kazzak, and many Abyss Lords, Dread Lords, and Eredar officers, all of them were infected with the oil unconsciously, which caused great changes in their thoughts, consciousness, and personality.

In order to deal with this situation, the Legion's technical department has also developed some equipment and magic that can isolate the oil to a certain extent.

But what Kil'jaeden never expected was that just when he had some clues on how to deal with it, Sargeras, the Lord of the Legion, was actually infected.

What a irony!

What a sadness!

If he could, he really wanted to laugh and cry to vent his complex emotions.

Facing the oil falling from the sky, the Deceiver did not dodge at all, letting it pour on his body, face, nose, mouth, and eyes.

Because Kil'jaeden knew that when things developed to this point, all resistance was futile.

If anyone dared to resist, he would be greeted by the wrath of the Dark Titan.

Just like this, on the battlefield of Mount Hyjal, countless Burning Legion demons were collectively baptized by the oil.

After a while, a large number of metal structures began to grow on the bodies of the lowest-level ghosts, and some of their skin even fell off, revealing the creepy muscles and capillaries inside.

The druids who were hiding in the distance and observing did not dare to stay for even a second when they saw such a creepy scene, and immediately turned around and embarked on the return journey.

Because in their eyes, the creations of New Phyrexia were completely distorted and unnatural.

If there was a Burning Legion to fight in the past, and the two sides could restrain each other to achieve a delicate balance, now it is completely dominated by one.

The druids are very worried. If the oil will infect the entire planet of Azeroth next, how can they resist it, and will the Emerald Dream be completely eroded?

You must know that compared with the infection speed and ability of the oil, the ancient gods who have spent countless tens of thousands of years and failed to deal with the star soul are completely a joke.

While the residents of the entire planet Azeroth were trembling, Zuo Si had quietly come to the core node of the magic network deep in the earth's core, and said to the Azeroth star soul that was constantly squirming and echoing with souls with interest: "Don't worry, Sargeras has been dealt with by me, and from now on you don't have to worry about him stabbing you with a big sword."

"Dinglingling!"

The star soul that has not yet developed self-awareness immediately made a pleasant sound when it heard the good news.

In fact, although she has no self-awareness yet, she can already feel everything that happens in the outside world, and even has her own emotions. When she encounters danger, she will ask for help from people living on this planet.

It feels a bit like a baby who has just been born.

Not only that, she also split a small piece from her star soul, shaped into the appearance of a little girl of about five or six years old, bent down and bowed, and her tender face was filled with a happy smile.

As the most powerful star soul known in the universe, Azeroth obviously has an ability very similar to that of little Annie, which is to sense whether a person is kind or malicious to him.

Although Zuo Si's own camp is evil, he always maintains goodwill towards her.

So the star soul likes this person who can not only protect himself, but also accompany him in the depths of the earth every now and then, and also allows her to contact other universes and various interesting creatures by weaving and extending the magic net.

To be precise, these are good for the growth of the star soul.

Because the key to promoting the awakening of the star soul and determining its personality and ability lies in the intelligent creatures it contacts.

Generally speaking, the more types and numbers of intelligent creatures it contacts, the faster the star soul awakens.

But without external help, most star souls can only contact the intelligent life on their own planet.

Therefore, the awakening speed is very slow, even reaching units of 100,000, 1 million, 10 million, or even 100 million years.

This is why after the birth of the first Titan Aman'Thul, he immediately began to look for traces of his kind and transformed those planets with star souls, speeding up the awakening of star souls through artificial intervention.

However, the ability of Zuo Si's planeswalker spark obviously broke this limitation.

Many time and space, including the continent of Faerun, the huge cyberpunk city on the ninth layer of Baator, the magical earth, the Marvel Universe, the DC Universe, etc., opened the door to a new world for the star soul of Azeroth.

The exponentially growing number of intelligent creatures and their thoughts, consciousness, and dreams all made the young star soul deviate from the path originally set by the Titans.

Now she has obviously been affected by the evil tendencies of Baator, and the violet color that originally symbolized the arcane has a hint of blush.

"Haha, what a little cutie. Maybe I can consider getting some fear of death skin to help you get a body in advance."

Zuo Si reached out and touched the little thing split from the star soul.

As we all know, the initial state of the Star Gods in the Warhammer universe is similar to that of the Star Souls. They are all pure energy bodies with no self-awareness at all and are completely driven by instinct.

Later, after contacting the Necrontyr and obtaining a body, they gradually developed self-awareness, personality, and complex thoughts.

So he thought that if the Necrontyr skin could accommodate the Star Gods, it would naturally be able to accommodate the Titan Star Souls.

The only question is whether the Azeroth Star Soul, which is still in a confused state, can understand the significance of doing so.

Another question is whether the Star Soul will maintain the current body or regenerate an indestructible metal body after awakening in the Necrontyr skin?

Since there was no previous experience to draw on, all of this was full of mystery and uncertainty.

Thinking of this, Zuo Si couldn't help but think of the two research madmen, Jinjitasha and Vashtor, and hoped that they could find interesting discoveries from studying the Titan souls.

Otherwise, he really didn't dare to take risks with the Star Soul of Azeroth.