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"It doesn't fit the program logic at all, but it still works, and the results are perfectly random. If you write the same program according to its pattern, it will just fail."

Together with the Khadgar from World of Warcraft, they wield countless surging programmable runes, guiding their operations in an arcane manner, yet so far, not a single result has been deciphered.

"How about we try using our Titan rune logic?"

Although he hadn't studied Earth programming, Brian, who was quite experienced in this area, stroked his beard and offered a suggestion.

"It's no use. The problem now isn't just the program logic—the languages ​​that make up these programs are all dubious—they're currently comparing what ethnic group these bizarre languages ​​are from, and they still haven't found out."

"My conclusion is that they no longer conform to the binary logic commonly used on Earth—my discussions with several experts suggest that it may be ternary, or even a more chaotic number system—in short, cheating is out of the question."

With bloodshot eyes, Iggy raised his head and uttered words that drove everyone present into a frenzy. Upon hearing this, Tannis flung her hand away and fastened her glasses. A wicked smile appeared on her face.

"If we can't calculate it clearly, then we won't! Anyway, it's still following the basic principles of the 'game world'! Retreat everyone on the ships ahead, and adjust the mode to background modules to prevent them from being destroyed too quickly! Then, anyone willing to charge with me—whether they're our own people, reborn, or players—follow me!"

"Hey, hey, hey! This is unreliable! The front-end intelligence is completely unknown right now, and we have no way of knowing what will happen if we rush over there! Don't forget what happened to the place we went to with those players a few days ago! When those players' characters left, the impact they encountered was so severe that they even suffered irreversible data loss, and it was 'Azeroth' that restored them!"

Seeing Tannis clearly starting to 'lose her mind,' Iggy's expression instantly transformed into the classic Earth image of 'screaming,' even though as a sorcerer she knew absolutely nothing about Tannis's actions...

"Count me in!!"

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"Unexpectedly, it all came down to the same old 'reckless rush' approach again..."

Sitting in the warship seat of Soderbrega, Tennys, who seemed to have regained her composure, let out a long sigh. On the screen in front of her, only a very limited number of systems were operating—and the parameters or images on them were obviously distorted.

"Isn't our most common tactic always to first determine 'where the enemy is' and then 'rush in'? In some ways, we're really no different from the players in this respect."

Varian's slightly amused voice reached Tannis's ears. Since the battles in the universe had been mostly between soldiers, the King of Stormwind, who had been unable to go out and engage in his favorite sport, had long been unable to resist. Upon learning that a certain great tinkerer had an 'exciting' plan, he did not hesitate to drag his elite troops to join this grand scheme.

"However, I haven't fought a battle like this, where we just charge in without any intelligence, for a long time."

Sitting on the bridge of the Holy Light's Wrath, Garrosh clasped his hands slightly, looking at the screen with only a few scattered data points jumping around, and said seemingly dejected words. However, the fighting spirit surging throughout his body showed that the orc warlord's battle axe was now itching for battle.

"No, you used to do that all the time back in Nagrand."

"Don't talk about me, Dranosh, it was you who encouraged me several times."

"Everyone, are you ready?"

Just as Garrosh and Dranosh were jokingly bickering in their private channel, Tannis's face appeared on the screen.

"Of course!"

"That's it! Death Star Fortress main cannon overloaded to 120%! Void energy filling in!!! Ready—fire!!"

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"...I'm wondering if we've gone too far?"

In the battle preparation room of the flagship Lion's Pride in Stormwind City, the warriors of the Storm Wolves sat in small groups, ignoring the players jumping around and performing all sorts of strange maneuvers, conserving their energy for the upcoming battle. The room was so chaotic that none of the Storm Wolves warriors noticed that one of their officers seemed a little odd...

"Compared to before, this situation is better, I suppose?"

In the Dreadlord's private chat channel, Mal'Ganis's somewhat conflicted voice rang in Deselok's ears.

“I rarely hear you speak with such uncertainty, Malganis.”

Raselek also joined the conversation.

"After all, things really went too far, and we can't deny it now—we never expected that guy would come up with this series of plans based on the premise of 'complete world destruction'."

"So, Varimathras, we've accomplished what we couldn't in our own world—becoming a force for the destruction of a universe?"

“That’s not entirely true, Sathorval. This particular ‘Azeroth’ hasn’t been destroyed yet, so I think we can try to push things forward a little.”

"...Are you going to resort to metaphysics?"

Thinking about the Dreadlords' tradition of planning everything perfectly from start to finish, only to have everything fall apart at the last moment, Sathovar felt a toothache coming on—although pain can be turned off in this plane, and Dreadlords don't have the attribute of toothache.

"Why not? Things are already out of control anyway."

"But what can we do? The Sargeras over there is no longer the Sargeras we know—in fact, the entire Argus is falling into an unknown state—even if we do nothing, this world will eventually collapse into nothingness where even the void no longer exists without any external force—under this logic, what methods do we have to move forward?"

“I captured a few rather special ‘Legion Reborn’.”

Varimathras's casual words left the other dreadlords stunned for a few seconds.

"I remember those guys..."

"The power to decide whether or not someone can move is held by that guy named 'Eamon'? Honestly, you're overestimating him. He's just using his authority at best—humans are never small when it comes to ambition."

"But what's the use of these 'reborn'? We've already proven one thing: although reborn have souls, they're essentially no different from 'players'."

"They are the writers at Blizzard—or rather, they are the people in the company that was the first to hear the echoes of 'Azeroth' on the planet Earth, and who were responsible for writing down these echoes."

"So they're practically 'prophet' types? But what use are they? Right now, they're pretty much like 'players.' They don't know much more than we do, and besides, they actually chose to die and side with Sargeras. They must be filled with resentment towards Earth, right?"

"First of all, I've determined that they're not harboring resentment, but rather want to 'prove' themselves, to 'prove' that the history they've written is the true future. I'm sure you haven't thoroughly looked at Blizzard's website; Deselok—Azeroth is not an isolated world."

"You're not trying to play with timeline paradoxes, are you? Varimathras, it makes no sense—no sense at all for Azeroth, which is itself made of fragments, with intertwined timelines, and now is a whole ambiguous place."

"No, I mean—from other worlds, using their 'knowledge' and their unique identities, and with this region now fragmented, I could do some interesting things."

After saying this, Varimathras disappeared, leaving the other dreadlords somewhat bewildered. Deselok, who couldn't figure out what the 'writer' had to do with the real end of the world, gave up thinking and focused on studying the next tactics. The other dreadlords, who also couldn't figure out what strange plan Varimathras had, scattered and started messing around with their own things—after all, no matter what Varimathras did, the battle had to continue, right?

——————————————The Collapse of Argus——————————————————

Above the completely collapsed Argus, the colossal Destroyer, its eyes blazing with chaotic flames, stared at the Twisted Ally standing before it. Only after its own domain began to crumble did the Destroyer belatedly realize what this ally, who had voluntarily surrendered to it, truly desired—not only the annihilation of Azeroth, but also the annihilation of its own domain, including its own annihilation!

However, the Destroyer was not angry; in fact, the current situation made it feel quite good. After realizing at some point that it was not even a copy of the 'true Sargeras'—possessing only its 'remnants'—the Destroyer constantly pondered how to truly become 'Sargeras'. Undoubtedly, Amon's actions gave it the opportunity to 'transcend'—although the result would be its own demise. But for an existence like its, does 'existence' truly have value?

Just as Sargeras was about to say something harsh to make Amon realize that he was in control, a slight disturbance caught his attention. He could sense that a faint order had suddenly appeared in his 'disorderly world'—a faint order, though very faint!

'Looks like those who refuse to accept their fate have arrived...'

After a moment's logical thought, Sargeras made his decision.

“Emon, Diablo—let’s go meet him—the Demon King doesn’t necessarily appear last.”

66. In the Abyss

Irregular celestial bodies.

An even more violent and disorderly hurricane.

The origin of the large tentacles is unknown.

Unintelligible gibberish appears inexplicably in your ear or in chat channels.

Strange illusions that occasionally pass by.

There were also halos that resembled eyes, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

"This place is so Cthulhu-like."

Old D sat in a corner of the warship, crunching on golden crispy quail, watching the occasional successful images on the screen in front of him. He struggled to think of an adjective to describe this star sector, but after thinking for a long time, he could only come up with 'Cthulhu' as a barely acceptable adjective.

"World of Warcraft itself contains Cthulhu elements. Think about those Old Gods, think about the Void forces."

"But this place isn't the void, is it?"

"Don't worry about the details... By the way, Old D, aren't you sad about losing this account? My account is completely broke, so it doesn't matter to me. But your account has a bunch of rare, discontinued items! These days, the official Azeroth... well, they don't guarantee that an account can be restored if it's lost!"

"If this world is destroyed, what's the point of this account? Speaking of which, there are quite a few players participating this time. I thought many wouldn't come because of the threat of account destruction."

"Didn't you see the official statistics? Apart from the reborn players who were forcibly placed in the back because they were worried that they might not be able to revive due to the chaos here, all the players have arrived."

"what?"

"Everyone has their reasons for joining the war. Some don't want their family and friends living in this game to collapse along with the world. Others don't want to lose this place where they can walk and jump freely. Of course, on a grander level, it's about preventing the destruction of human civilization. If electronic civilization destroys humanity, then our heritage will truly be severed."

"So... WOC? What the heck??"

Old D chewed the crispy golden quail a few times, but before he could swallow it, the scene before him changed. It was no longer a metal ship, but ruins under the dim setting sun, and the ground covered with withered grass that even showed a hint of dark red. And he was no longer wearing magnificent armor, but coarse linen clothes.

Something's not right?

Having already experienced such a terrible incident once, Old D, ever the social butterfly, opened his chat channel and quickly realized that he had once again lost contact with Azeroth. Before he could even come up with a plan, a large swarm of creatures that looked ominous—a hybrid of demons and insects—rushed out of the ruins, baring their fangs and claws as they charged at him. Their dripping corrosive saliva and gleaming claws clearly indicated that these were not to be trifled with!

"Monsters are spawning? Wait, where are my skills? Where's my weapon? Why is the pain level at maximum?!"

Seeing a bunch of strange things spawn in front of him, Old D raised his hand, wanting to launch a counterattack as usual, but the next moment he discovered some extremely bad things - his skill trigger system disappeared, his equipment bar was also gone, and his pain level - was inexplicably maxed out and could not be adjusted?

"this...."

Stimulated by the chain of anomalies, Old D's thoughts instantly became crystal clear, and in the blink of an eye, he knew what he should do now.

"goodbye!!!"

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What did you do?

Tannis rested her hands on her warship seat, staring at the huge, distorted face that appeared on the screen in front of her, and spoke coldly. Just moments before, she had received reports that all the players participating in the event had been inexplicably logged off, but Earth's records showed them all online.

"A guest from another Azeroth? What did I do? I just made the game a little fairer—Sargeras thought he understood the players, understood the algorithm of emotions, but I know he never did. He didn't even realize that he wasn't 'Sargeras,' but just a pathetic aggregate of bugs, whose ultimate goal wasn't to destroy the world, but to demand an explanation from Azeroth—the normal aggregate of processes—that 'abandoned' him. If it weren't for me, he wouldn't have been able to achieve the feat of 'destroying the world.' He would have been killed pathetically, like a dog, after you cracked his secrets, and then, like Kil'jaeden and Archimonde, trapped in the time fragments created by his intersection with your world, in an endless loop."

Amon's chaotic voice, clear yet hoarse, rang out inside the ship.

"By doing this, you will ruin a century of development in your hometown."

Tannis clenched her fists slightly. Although she could tell that the 'Eamon' in front of her was beyond redemption, she still wanted to say something, just in case.

"This is what I've been hoping for."

"You are human, or at least you used to be human."

"I am not human—I am a being beyond humanity—the human world wearies me, and I will instigate a great upheaval—together with those willing to join me, to plunge the entire human world into a true, desperate upheaval!"

"Where are those who are unwilling?"

"Them? They are the best command nodes—with just a little trickery, they can be used by me without my knowledge, just like this foolish Sargeras—even your people."

Hearing Amon speak in a tone that, while seemingly calm, carried an undeniable air of smugness, Tennys's pupils, hidden behind her glasses, narrowed slightly.

"So, you forcibly connected them to your 'server' centered around Sargeras?"

"Yes."

"Sunderland, cut off communications."

After extracting some information from Amon, Tanis swiftly cut off the communication with Amon and stood up from her seat.