"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! At that time, the front line will need fierce firepower support!"
"Prepare the fel artillery positions! Hurry up! You damn lazy bastards!"
"That's not enough! Where are the Shadow Warlock and the Fel Mage? Why haven't they been active for three hours?"
"Do you fucking think the spellcaster is a perpetual motion machine? They have been fighting for more than twelve hours straight, and their mana has long been used up."
"What about the portal? Is the portal to Argus open?"
"No. I don't know what happened. Both the portal and the communication are down. We can't get any supplies or troops at the moment."
…
Accompanied by the roars, quarrels and roars of the senior demon commanders of the Burning Legion, the positions that had already been riddled with holes were once again mobilized to prepare for a new round of attacks.
Obviously, these guys still don't know what happened on the planet Argus. They simply think that their connection with the headquarters has been cut off for some unknown reason.
Once the portal is connected again, the Legion's endless stream of demonic hordes will be able to immediately turn the tide and teach the opponent a lesson.
However, unlike his subordinates who still maintained an optimistic attitude, Kil'jaeden could not smile at all now.
Because ever since the Devil Astartes passed through the portal and landed on the planet Argus and set up fortifications, he has been able to receive the latest battle reports from General Elodus of the Antoran Command Council.
For example, the mobile forces that the Burning Legion had finally assembled were all killed by the enemy's destructive weapons. Another example is Illidan Stormrage, the damn night elf traitor, who actually led a small team and continued to advance deep into the earth's center, and even controlled the incarnation left behind when Sargeras invaded Azeroth.
In short, anyone with a bit of brains and common sense can tell from the successive reports that the situation is not good.
Kil'jaeden seriously suspected that the interruption of the portal and communications was actually caused by the enemy sending elite troops to raid the core node of the portal located in the Burning Throne, and even the guardian Hasabel might have been killed.
This is the only way to explain 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 had broken through the numerous obstacles and entered the Burning Throne deep in the center of the earth in such a short time, and even destroyed or even seized the portal node? You know, the entire Burning Legion's resources and manpower deployment depended on the interplanetary portal network.
So its importance is self-evident that almost every road leading to the area is heavily guarded.
Just as Kil'jaeden was stroking his chin and lost in thought, the bombardment of New Phyrexia, which occurred on average every two or three hours, finally began without fail.
Thousands of demons were seen hiding in underground shelters or defensive buildings made of magical metals, and some even directly set up magic protective shields.
In just a few minutes, dense black spots appeared in the sky.
As these black spots grew larger, shrill screams echoed in the sky above the Burning Legion's position.
Then violent shaking, explosions and flames covered a large area around.
Boom boom boom boom! Countless pieces of rubble and dirt, mixed with the incomplete bodies of demons torn apart by the shock wave, flew into the air. After some shells fell, in addition to the explosion, they also produced incidental effects such as lightning, frost, arcane, and holy light.
Although the fel anti-aircraft guns were firing at full speed to intercept, it was still a drop in the bucket in the face of such intensive and brutal bombardment.
Fortunately, there were spellcasters in important areas to provide shields, so the damage suffered was not serious.
The ones who suffered the heaviest casualties were always the Flame Imps who were used as cannon fodder, and the Gangerge who were used as coolies and low-level technicians.
In addition, several fel artillery positions are also the focus of attention.
Almost every saturation bombardment of New Phyrexia will destroy the fel artillery positions in the designated area, clearing the way for subsequent attacks.
When the fel artillery position on the western high ground was completely reduced to ruins, the half-hour-long frenzied bombing finally ended.
Before the commanders of the Burning Legion's demons could recover from their dizzy state, thousands of shining oil creatures launched a fearless charge.
Most of them are puppets that Shuoyou randomly pieced together from corpses and metals collected on the battlefield, and have specially enhanced melee combat capabilities.
Because they have no souls, they all look a little dull and stupid.
But the good thing is that since these oil-burning creatures have neither souls nor self-awareness, they cannot produce negative emotions such as fear or terror at all.
Once the order to attack is given, they will rush forward without hesitation, even if facing the most fierce firepower network or the most invincible enemy.
Most importantly, through a round of saturation bombardment, New Phyrexia successfully forced the enemy to hide in places that could provide them with protection, causing almost all the front-line troops to run away.
Because if you don't run you will be blown to death.
Rather than being killed in vain, it is better to hide and wait until you can withstand this round of attacks and then take back the position.
The New Phyrexian creations took advantage of this time difference to close the distance and force the Burning Legion's demons to engage in a bloody battle with them in narrow trenches and tunnels until all the cannon fodder participating in the attack were killed.
Through this cruel pair tactic, not only can the enemy's manpower 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 troops entering Azeroth, and every death is one less.
On the other hand, in New Phyrexia, there are as many cannon fodders as needed.
Not only can the enemy's corpses, armor, and weapons be fully utilized, but your own as well.
This means that as the war continues, the number of cannon fodder created by Shuoyou will only increase like a snowball.
Once a certain critical point is exceeded, the endless supply of cannon fodder alone can fill up the seemingly indestructible fortifications.
"How long will it take for the Satyrs and the remnants of the Scourge to get here?"
Kil'jaeden looked at the fighting in the distance and suddenly asked.
The adjutant quickly responded, "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 another 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 Tiran fleet led by Jaina will sink any hostile ships that attempt to cross the Great Sea.
Even the most rampant Bloodsail Pirates and Blackwater Pirates have now disappeared and gone into hiding.
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 they are paid enough money, they are willing to risk being labeled as rapists and provide services to anyone. "
"What about the warlock groups hidden within each race? Didn't they make any noise?"
Kil'jaeden continued to ask with a frown on his face.
Unlike other demons in the Burning Legion who think highly of themselves and look down on mortals.
Having experienced the failure in the War of the Ancients, he was very clear about the enormous potential of the mortals in this world. Almost every one of them had more or less power bestowed by the Titans in their blood, as well as the flesh and blood curse of the Ancient Gods, so it should never be taken lightly.
If used well, it might become a surprise weapon 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 and setting off the Undead Scourge, it can be regarded as an example of creating miracles at the lowest cost.
The Eredar lieutenant shook his head helplessly: "I am very sorry, great deceiver.
Since the last war just ended not long ago, all forces in Azeroth are on high alert against us.
Moreover, for some unknown reason, Queen Calia of the Kingdom of Lordaeron suddenly and without warning arrested warlocks and people who studied necromancy in the areas she ruled.
This directly led to our talents being caught red-handed just as they began their activities.
Other member states of the alliance have followed suit.
Some timid warlocks immediately hid themselves after realizing that something was wrong.
Today, the operation has basically failed.”
"What a bunch of rubbish!"
Kil'jaeden was obviously full of contempt and disgust for these guys who were indecisive, incompetent, and only wanted to be the first in knowledge and power.
If it were in the past, in a situation like this he would simply 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 could see what the consequences of daring to disobey would be.
But unfortunately, he can't do that now.
Because no matter how small a mosquito's legs are, they are still meat.
Considering his current dire situation, he was hoping that a few capable guys among these warlocks would emerge to cause trouble and relieve the pressure here.
After several hours of fierce fighting, New Phyrexia once again chose to retreat.
It's not that 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, the order Zuo Si gave here was to keep exerting pressure and let the Burning Legion dispatch more troops.
Therefore, the Demon Judge who was in charge of command at the front line also implemented this order.
Although every attack is extremely fierce, once the demons' defenses show signs of collapse, the New Phyrexia will immediately choose to retreat.
Faced with such a strange situation, Kil'jaeden certainly realized that something was wrong, and even believed in his heart that the enemy must be plotting something shady.
Just as he was about to stand up and cast fel magic to investigate the situation of the enemy's position, the voice of a female Eredar 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.
Since it was just getting dark, it was extremely clear against the black sky.
Even the huge cracks on the surface of the planet and the evil energy lakes and seas of varying sizes can be seen clearly.
At the same time, a question mark involuntarily popped up in the minds of the senior commanders of the Legion, including Kil'jaeden.
That is, how could their own nest suddenly appear near the planet Azeroth?
Could it be that the great dark titan Sargeras used his unparalleled power to break down the distance in space, forming a permanent wormhole between the two planets?
Or just teleport the entire planet here?
But no matter what, the appearance of the planet Argus near Azeroth greatly boosted the morale of the Burning Legion demons.
In their eyes, a situation like this where their own base and the boss all came out together was like a dragon riding on their face. How could they possibly lose?
On the other hand, people in other places in Azeroth also saw the strange scene suddenly appearing in the night sky, and began to discuss what it meant.
After all, there have always been only two moons and countless stars hanging in the night sky of this planet.
In addition, except for Illidan Stormrage, most of the native residents of Azeroth know very little about Argus, the lair of the Burning Legion, or have never heard of it, so many countries and forces feel nervous about this.
Dalaran, which was under reconstruction, held an emergency meeting to report to various kingdoms what it had observed through magic.
Especially the boiling evil energy on the surface, the countless cracks like spider webs, and the demons and devil Astartes who are fighting each other.
All of this instantly caused a huge shock among the top leaders.
At this moment, in the royal palace of Lordaeron, Calia Menethil was sitting on the throne where her father Terenas had once sat, wearing a crown and watching the fierce quarrel in the arena.
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 Stormwind Kingdom in the south, they all gathered here through the portal.
Even the night elf leaders Tyrande and Malfurion were on the list.
Of course, they, who were strongly hostile to arcane magic, did not come via teleportation, but instead landed by boat at the Silverpine Forest pier, which was closest to the capital of Lordaeron, accompanied by a large number of druids.
Because of the previous leakage of the power of Eonar, the Life-Binder, this land contaminated by death and the plague of natural disasters has regained its vitality.
This made the Cenarion Circle, which is committed to protecting animals and nature, very happy, and they were eager to witness this great miracle with their own eyes.
Tyrande and Malfurion also happened to want to discuss what was happening on the battlefield of Mount Hyjal with the Alliance countries, 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 fel 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 this? I can't think of any solution to the current crisis except war!"
Magni Bronzebeard waved his short and thick arms and roared angrily, spitting directly into the face of the young King Varian Wrynn not far away.
Fortunately, the current King of Wa is still a young man and has not experienced the hardships of being treated as 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 a staunch ally in helping the Storm Kingdom to restore its independence. The two sides are planning to build a subway that runs through the underground to ensure that civilians can be quickly evacuated in the event of a similar situation. He simply took two steps back to avoid the splash range.
"Old friend, you are too radical. We don't even understand the situation yet. It is unwise to launch an attack rashly."
The sober King of Gilneas, Genn Greymane, tried to calm the hot-tempered dwarf.
Since the Undead Scourge was strictly restricted to Tirisfal Glades north of Silverpine Forest, his country was not besieged as it was originally, so there was naturally no need for Archmage Arugal to deal with werewolves. Apart from being a little older, he seemed to be in pretty good shape both physically and mentally.
The most important thing is that without the werewolf rebellion, Gilneas' current population is almost greater than that of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, which has experienced war and massacre, making it the leading human kingdom.
At present, in addition to Calia, who has replaced her father as the leader of the Alliance, there is also Jaina, who has performed outstandingly in the war and is the one whose words carry the most weight.
But unfortunately, the dwarves, who are known for their stubbornness, don't care about these.
Magni Bronzebeard rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"Radical? Irrational? Don't you see what time it is now?
It was a planet! A demon lair that was about the same size as Azeroth and filled with fel energy.
If we don't take the initiative to attack, they will attack and fight a war on our land.
Tell me, would you rather fight on enemy soil, or wait here for them to come knocking on your door, burning, killing, and pillaging like those damned 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 destroyed in the Orc War, he had experienced the pain firsthand and understood what a hellish scene it would be like when the enemy came in.
After a brief silence, he drew his sword and said solemnly: "On behalf of the Kingdom of Stormwind, I agree with His Majesty Magni Bronzebeard's proposal. If we want to fight this war, we must not fight it on our own homeland, but on the enemy's land."
"Respected Queen Jialiya, what do you think about this?"
Seeing that the Dwarf King's proposal had been supported by Stormwind Kingdom, Genn Greymane immediately turned his attention to the increasingly mature and beautiful figure on the throne.
To be honest, if he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would not have believed that the somewhat introverted, shy, and gentle Princess of Lordaeron would have made a 180-degree turn in her personality and become what she is now.
In particular, he recently announced that he would set up an audit committee to ensure that every noble's property could find a legal heir and that no impersonation incidents would be allowed. Then he turned around and began to strangle those who attempted to manipulate him and seize power from the royal family.
The result was that the aristocratic alliance, which was still jumping up and down in the last second, fell apart in the next second.
To be precise, anyone who carried too many things could not escape and was all caught up and killed by the undead army.
Therefore, these nobles who returned home did not have much wealth and were waiting to go home to retrieve or inherit their own property.
In fact, they were successful at the beginning.
Many people simply produce their ID cards, and then they can legitimately transfer all the property of their deceased relatives to their own names.
This is also the reason why the nobles jumped so much.
Too many of them became rich overnight, or even inherited several or even a dozen large estates in succession.
With money and land, people naturally want more power and higher social status. This is determined by the greed in human nature.
But now with the establishment of the review committee, the previously acquired properties were instantly frozen.
The reason was very high-sounding, which was to ensure that the noble inheritance law of the Kingdom of Lordaeron could be implemented 100% and no swindlers would be allowed to trample on the dignity and honor of the nobility.
Since it involves the dignity and honor of the nobility, it is understandable that the review would be a little slower and more careful, right?
After all, this is to safeguard the interests and dignity of the entire aristocratic class.
So those guys who had previously jumped the furthest from home are now all suffering in silence.
He could only watch helplessly as the wealth that had already been secured in his pocket slipped away from him once again.
Some of the spendthrifts are already heavily in debt even now.
After all, the money they had spent before was ordered to be returned within a very short period of time.
If you can't pay it back, you might be labeled a thief or a liar.
In order to maintain their aristocratic dignity, they could only seek loans from merchants by using the land and wealth that they had not yet obtained as collateral.
If nothing unexpected happens, these guys will face an extremely long review process.
Even when they go bankrupt, live on the streets, and starve to death, it is still impossible for them to pass the audit.
Gene Greymane simply could not imagine how Calia could come up with such a vicious and brilliant political tactic to suppress the nobles in the country who did not obey her in one fell swoop.
Those fence-sitters who were originally eager to try immediately disappeared and never dared to make any proposal to interfere in the Queen's marriage again.
Coupled with the full support of the church, today's Jialiya is the perfect 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 an attack one after another.
To put it bluntly, even Terenas' power is far inferior to this.
Looking at the pairs of expectant eyes present, Jialiya slowly stood up from her chair and said with a smile: "Your Majesties, I think this matter may not be as bad as you think.
Because just a few minutes ago, I just received a message from God.
The planet very close to us is actually called Argus, and 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 teleported it to our Azeroth as a companion.
In this way, the star soul of Azeroth will not be too lonely. "
"War... spoils of war?!"
Jaina, who was attending on behalf of Kul Tiras, subconsciously opened her mouth.
Although she was one of the few people present who knew Zuo Si's identity and power, it was still a little too shocking for her to bring back a planet as a trophy.
What's more, this planet is the base of the Burning Legion.
“That’s right.
Please don't panic. It won't take long for the army under God to wipe out all the remnants of the Burning Legion above.
At that time, Argus will become the twin planet of Azeroth, and even can be colonized and developed.
Finally, there is 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, bowed before the great god.
From now on, we will have real security.”
When saying this, Jialiya's tone was full of naked and undisguised admiration and fanaticism.
"What? Sargeras was defeated? How is this possible!"
An expression of shock and disbelief immediately appeared on Malfurion's face.
As one of the leaders of the night elves in the War of the Ancients, he had personally experienced the power of the Dark Titan and did not think that anyone could truly defeat him.
Tyrande frowned and questioned, "Are you 100% sure that all this is true? What I mean is, even if Sargeras is defeated, he will never surrender to anyone."
"Please be careful with your words and attitude, priestess of the moon goddess Elune. Although the merciful god does not prohibit the existence of other beliefs, your doubts have obviously offended him."
Calia turned and stared at the night elf religious leader with a warning look.
"Offensive? No, I don't think it's offensive, but it should be classified as reasonable doubt."
Tyrande was obviously not a pushover and immediately stood on her own side to refute.
People around them could clearly feel that sparks were flying between the two ladies' eyes.
You have to know that religious beliefs are extremely exclusive.
When believers of two different gods, especially gods from different systems, meet each other, 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 energy portal suddenly opened out of nowhere, and two familiar figures walked out of it, followed by a small but powerful team.
"She is right. The Burning Legion is finished. 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 direct announcement to everyone present.
Maiev Shadowsong added: "Not only Sargeras, but all the Titans in the Pantheon are now Thor's spoils. Don't doubt it! He is now the supreme ruler of the entire physical universe, the true god above all others."
There is no doubt that these words from the two instantly shocked everyone like a nuclear explosion.
"My brother! How do you know all this?"
Malfurion asked in a slightly trembling voice.
Illidan grinned and asked, "What do you think I have been doing since I was banished, dear brother? Continue to serve the Burning Legion?
No, Soth and I reached an agreement a long time ago.
This time, I personally led the team to the planet Argus and started the war to end the Burning Legion.
It was also me who stormed into the Burning Throne at the core of the planet and blew up the Legion's portal network.
Now it's all over.
A long, long time ago, you 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 suddenly saw a huge figure falling from the sky with scorching flames all over his body.
Compared to him, the planet Azeroth was just like a large spherical toy.
"S...Sargeras?!!!"
Tyrande cried out the name of the dark titan that terrified the entire physical universe.
Not only her, but everyone else was also terrified. They completely lost the ability to think and act, and just stood there stupidly.
Just as Malfurion's entire body was soaked in sweat, Sargeras in the outer orbit of the planet suddenly opened his mouth and shouted in the direction of Mount Hyjal: "Kil'jaeden! I now order you and your legion to immediately surrender to the great Father of New Phyrexia, and then accept the baptism of the Shining Oil and embrace the glorious evolution."
“Wha…what?!!”
The deceivers in the Mount Hyjal military camp were stunned on the spot.
He simply 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 a third time!"
Sargeras lowered his head so that his hideous and terrifying face completely covered the sky, and his two flaming eyes stared straight at the Deceiver. The huge pressure coming towards him made the other demons of the Burning Legion around him dare not even breathe.
"May I know why? Why did you suddenly make such a decision?"
Kil'jaeden's voice trembled as he sought an explanation.
"Because I have awakened and realized what the true 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 realize perfect and harmonious unity."
Sargeras slowly raised his arms and released the shimmering oil in his body, sprinkling it on the unsuspecting demons below.
Seeing this scene, even if Kil'jaeden was slow to react, he realized that his boss had been destroyed.
Since he had been fighting with the New Phyrexian 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 sparkling oil, and eventually becoming a member of the enemy.
Including their old friend Archimonde, Doom Lord Kazzak, and many Abyss Lords, Dreadlords, and Eredar officers, all of them were unknowingly infected with the Shock Oil, which caused their thoughts, consciousness, and people to undergo tremendous changes.
In order to deal with this situation, the Legion's technical department has also developed some equipment and magic that can isolate the sparkling oil to a certain extent.
But what Kil'jaeden never expected was that just when he had some idea of how to deal with the situation, Sargeras, the lord of the Legion, was actually caught.
What a irony! What a tragedy!
If possible, he really wanted to laugh and cry loudly to vent the complex emotions in his heart.
Faced with the shiny oil falling from the sky, the fraudster did not dodge at all and let it pour on his body, face, nose, mouth and eyes.
Because Kil'jaeden knew that when things had developed to this point, all resistance would be futile.
If anyone dares to resist, he will be greeted with the wrath of the Dark Titan.
In this way, on the battlefield of Mount Hyjal, countless demons of the Burning Legion are collectively being baptized by the burning oil.
After a while, a large number of metal structures began to grow on the bodies of the lowest-level ghosts, and some even had their skin peeled off, revealing the creepy muscles and capillaries inside.
The druids who were hiding in the distance and observing the scene did not dare to stay for even a second after seeing such a horrifying scene, and immediately turned around and started their return journey.
Because in their eyes, the creations of New Phyrexia are utterly twisted and unnatural.
If there was a Burning Legion in the past, and the two sides could check and balance each other, now there is only one company dominating the market.
The druids are very worried. If the Shining Oil spreads to the entire planet of Azeroth, how can they resist it? Will the Emerald Dream be completely eroded?
You have to know that compared with the infection speed and ability of the Shuo Oil, the ancient god who spent countless tens of thousands of years to fail to deal with the Star Soul is a complete joke.
While the residents of the entire planet Azeroth were trembling in fear, Zuo Si had quietly come to the core node of the magic network deep in the center of the earth. He said with interest to the Azeroth star soul that was constantly squirming and emitting soul echoes: "Don't worry, Sargeras has been dealt with by me. From now on, you don't have to worry about him stabbing you with his big sword."
"Ding-ling-ling!"
The star soul, which had not yet developed self-awareness, immediately made a pleasant sound upon hearing 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 dangers, she will ask for help from people living on this planet.
It feels a bit like a newborn baby.
Not only that, she also split a small piece from her star soul, shaped it into the appearance of a little girl of about five or six years old, bent down and bowed, her tender little face filled with a happy smile.
As the most powerful star soul known in the universe, Azeroth obviously possesses an ability very similar to that of little Annie, which is to sense whether a person is kind or malicious towards himself.
Although Zuo Si's own camp was evil, he always remained kind to her.
Therefore, Xinghun likes this magic web very much. It can not only protect her, but also come to the depths of the earth to accompany her every now and then, and it can also allow her to come into contact with other universes and various interesting creatures by weaving and extending the magic web.
To be precise, these are beneficial to the growth of Star Soul.
Because the key to awakening the star soul and determining its character and abilities lies in the intelligent creatures it comes into contact with.
Generally speaking, the more types and numbers of intelligent creatures one comes into contact with, the faster the star soul will awaken.
But without external help, most star souls can only come into contact with intelligent life on their own planet.
Therefore, the speed of awakening is very slow, even reaching units of hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions of years.
This is also why after the birth of the first Titan Aman'thul, he immediately began to look for traces of his own kind, and transformed those planets with star souls, speeding up the awakening of star souls through artificial intervention.
However, Zuo Si's ability as the planeswalker spark obviously breaks this limitation.
Many time and space including the continent of Faerun, the huge cyberpunk city on the ninth level of Baator Hell, the magical earth, the Marvel Universe, the DC Universe, etc. have opened the door to a new world for the Azeroth Star Soul.
The exponential growth in the number of intelligent creatures and the thoughts, consciousness, and dreams they generate all cause the larval star souls to deviate from the path originally set by the Titans.
She is now obviously affected by the evil tendencies of Baator, and the violet color that originally symbolized the arcane has a hint of blush.
"Haha, what a cutie. Maybe I can consider getting some Deathfear Skin to help you get a body in advance."
Zuo Si reached out and touched the little thing that was 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 Star Souls. They are all pure energy bodies with no self-awareness at all and are completely driven by instinct.
Later, after coming into contact with the Necrontyr and obtaining a body, he gradually developed self-awareness, personality, and complex thoughts.
So he felt that if the Deathly Haunted Skin could accommodate the Star God, then it could naturally accommodate the Star Soul of the Titan.
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, if the Star Soul awakens in the Deathly Hate skin, will it maintain its current body, or will it regenerate an indestructible metal body?
With no previous experience to draw on, all of this is shrouded in mystery and uncertainty.
Thinking of this, Zuo Si couldn't help but think of the two research fanatics, Jinjitasha and Vashtor, and hoped that they could find something interesting in their research on the souls of the Titans.
Otherwise, he really wouldn't dare to take the risk of Azeroth's star soul.
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