In the dark abyss where shadows gather, three groups of black shadows formed purely by shadow energy are communicating. Their bodies sometimes change, sometimes showing indescribable terrifying projections. Huge bodies like mountains of flesh and blood, creeping and terrifying tentacles,

Gone in the dark.

"The outer defense line has been breached." one of them said.

A dark figure sneered, "C'Thun, I thought you could buy us more time. Are you still afraid of those mortals?"

When speaking, thousands of large mouths full of sharp teeth opened on the body of this black figure at the same time, and the sound was like thousands of voices superimposed together, which was particularly terrifying.

"Our plan is not finished yet, you must persist longer." Another echoed.

The shadow called "C'Thun" suddenly turned its huge body, opened all the eyes covering all parts of the body, stared at the two companions, and said without emotion: "In just a moment, my men

Everything fell into pieces, and my ten thousand years of accumulation were all in vain, while the enemy... was unscathed. How should I resist such an enemy?"

"This is impossible."

"Nothing is impossible, my brother," C'Thun squirmed in front of his companions, "There are countless Titan creations among the troops attacking Ahn'Qiraj..."

"This is not surprising. The creation facilities in Uldum are not damaged. It is not surprising that the guardians created an army of creations after they were restored. What's more, even without those facilities, they can create new ones."

The black shadow with countless mouths on its body, like a monster with a thousand throats, answered.

C'Thun's body moved slightly closer, and he asked from afar: "Listen to my statement clearly, it's 'countless', not 'an army'. I even thought that the Dark Empire had fallen.

The battle is repeated again."

The other two black figures looked at each other and said in unison: "Xal'atath?"

C'Thun whispered: "It's her. I suspect that she has gotten rid of the shackles of the void creation and has powerful strength unknown to us."

After a long silence, the Thousand-Throated Demon said: "This matter should be reported to the master."

Another body with countless tentacles asked back: "But how can we send the message back to the void?"

The three groups of black shadows were silent.

The "old gods" in the eyes of mortals are the most evil beings in the world, and the "light and dark sensitive parasitic community" in the eyes of Titans are actually just the most inconspicuous creations of the void forces invading the material universe.

Looking at the boundless infinity, there are billions of existences like them. Countless years ago, they were sent into this universe by the forces of the void with the attitude of "casting a wide net to catch more fish".

And they - Xal'atath, Y'Shaarj, C'Thun, Yogg-Saron, N'Zoth, are just the luckiest group among countless creations. They just happened to fall into the coveted place of the Void forces, which gave birth to a Titan.

Just on the planet of souls.

But they do not have the ability to communicate with the void.

Otherwise, how could the Void not send more help to this planet? How could it allow the Titans to clear away billions of years of corruption and imprison them? How could they still be concerned about things on this planet after they were imprisoned?

Ignorant and indifferent?

The Demon of Thousand Maws did not say a word. Instead, the black shadow with thousands of tentacles asked: "How was the battle? You have more than five shadow creatures under your command who are comparable to Krasis, and you also devoted all your resources.

In preparing for this war, Xal'atath and those guardians and dragon guardians alone should not be able to cause you so much trouble."

"No, you are wrong, we are all wrong," C'Thun said. "Our enemies are not just mortals, not just the guardian dragons and guardians... there are also several people with strength no less than this level.

Mortal individuals! The night elf queen from ancient times, the human mage who defeated the incarnation of Sargeras in the frozen continent hundreds of years ago, and the night elf mage from Suramar City..."

"...I suspect that over the past ten thousand years, Xal'atath has used some kind of blinding method to deceive us, making us think that the outside world is still as defenseless as in the original period, but we are accumulating strength in unknown corners.

, just wait for us to mobilize in full force to catch us all. Now these Titan creations, these individuals with impossible power, are the best proof. What is even more terrifying is..."

"What?" asked the Thousand Bearded Demon.

At this moment, the dark abyss suddenly shook, and C'Thun said thoughtfully: "Ah...it seems he has already arrived."

"who?"

"Do you still remember that mortal who was our enemy in ancient times? The one who called himself the 'prophet'."

"Well, of course. That mortal has the ability to read the timeline, but is not as restricted as Nozdormu. It has indeed caused us a lot of trouble. But didn't he enter the portal leading to the Twisting Nether?

I thought no one would come back from there alive."

C'Thun said: "But this happened, and he is no longer what he used to be. In the past, even if he was difficult to deal with, he did not pose a threat to us. But now he..."

C'Thun paused for a moment, and it seemed that even he was in disbelief at the next statement, "Having abilities comparable to those of a Titan."

"What?"

The Thousand-Throated Demon and the Thousand-Beard Demon can no longer maintain their composure.

"Yes, he is a Titan walking on this land. We all know what this means."

In the dark abyss, silence once again filled the air. At the beginning of what the Guardians called the "Sequenced War", they all witnessed the scene - the palm of the Titan Aman'Thul penetrated the planet's atmosphere and killed them all.

The most powerful Y'Shaarj pulled out the planet and crushed it high in the sky. The squirming masses of flesh and blood fell to the surface like meteors, knocking out thousands of craters like the current Un'Goro crater on the endless land.

Huge crater...

But now, a "mortal" has strength comparable to that of a Titan, and can walk on this land unscrupulously.

This will be their end.

C'Thun said without emotion: "This man, as well as Xal'atath, are our biggest threat and the master's biggest threat. Find a way to pass the news on. It's time for me to greet death. Farewell, brother

Guys, may the essence of void flourish in your bodies forever."

After saying that, his projection disappeared.

The roiling shadows and the concrete manifestation of terror showed the fear and uneasiness in the hearts of N'Zoth, the Thousand-Beard Demon, and Yogg-Saron, the Thousand-Maw Demon, after hearing the news.

For a long time, they did not speak out to break the increasingly tense atmosphere.

If what C'Thun said was true, they knew that C'Thun would definitely die.

Although after the guardian system collapsed, their respective cages no longer had the isolation function they once had due to loss of maintenance, allowing them to spread their will to the outside world and inflict corruption.

Yogg-Saron used tricks to corrupt the four guardians. N'Zoth used his connection with the earth to drive the guardian dragon named Neltharion crazy...

But a prison is still a prison. The materials and technology obtained from the Titans of the Pantheon are not that fragile.

At least for now, although they can extend the tentacles of their will to the outside world, their bodies are still unable to break through this solid shackles. Maybe in a few tens of thousands of years, they will be able to successfully corrode through the solid physical cage and regain their freedom, but now

True freedom is elusive.

In other words, when that mortal who is comparable to a Titan arrives, their brother, C'Thun, the Thousand-Eyed Demon, will have no escape from his fate.

They cannot defeat such an existence no matter what, and death is the inevitable outcome.

"What should we do?" Enzos, the Thousand-Bearded Demon, who had been watching from the bottom of the sea for a long time and corrupting the world, felt confused for the first time and couldn't help but ask.

Yogg-Saron replied: "I will try to corrupt Ulduar's Forge of Will."

N'Zoth's tentacles danced a few times, seeming to be surprised by the answer, "You know the consequences of meddling with the Forge of Will."

"Yes, we will be purified together with all the creatures in this world in the irresistible power of creation. Then reincarnation will restart, and everything will start from scratch. But due to our corruption, the Titan Soul will no longer be born.

Action will not bring fundamental changes to the current situation. Let me say, even if we die together, it is much better than dying worthless, isn't it?"

"That person will not be harmed at all by this. He has the strength of a Titan."

The Thousand-Throated Demon replied: "But others will. We can only use this method to buy time for the master..."

"Okay, let's do this."

"I hope that when I triggered the defense mechanism of the Forge of Will, the master happened to cast his gaze on the starry sky and could notice the energy fluctuations flashing in the universe."
Chapter completed!