Make Azeroth breathtaking

"Sargeras is freed, Amon is reborn, and Diablo reignites the Eternal War."

Isendra gave an answer that froze the entire hall. In the oppressive atmosphere, Tanis walked over to Varimathras, who had been standing by with his claws, watching the show, after saying, "You need to have a final battle," and extended her hand to him.

"Give it to me."

"what?"

"I know you definitely have coordinates—your plans aren't much different from Sargeras's, except he wanted a world, while you only wanted a planet. I don't believe you didn't secretly insert your own agendas into Sargeras's plans, after all, you guys haven't strictly left the Legion!"

"Ah, of course, so what's the price?"

“…”

Before Tanis could speak, Illidan's blade was already at Varimathras's neck.

"You'll get the price later, but now is not the time to negotiate, Nathrezim."

"Alright alright."

Varimathras, who had only intended to try and swindle something extra, received Illidan's promise and knew he had made a profit. Without saying much, he opened his right hand and released a mark of evil fire.

"Coordinates—but let me make this clear first, these are the outer safe coordinates. We have no way to let you directly enter that world."

"enough."

Tannis extended her mechanical arm, took the coordinates, and a glint of light flashed in her eyes behind her glasses.

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Evil fire lingers.

A colossal bronze Titan stood atop a planet whose surface was perpetually ablaze with endless rage, resembling Argus but far more malevolent and corrupt. With his merciless gaze, he looked toward the very edge of the stars. Though the stars seemed impossibly distant, the Destroyer knew that they were merely 'drawn'.

"Hmm..."

Just as the Destroyer was considering what to do next, a sudden chaos surged into its soul—or perhaps what could be called its soul—causing the evil fire on its entire body to escalate. However, this chaos came and went quickly; in less than a second, the Destroyer regained its thoughts.

"It's still not very stable, and the way of thinking is still influenced by 'ordinary people'."

The voice of Amon, who was floating in mid-air beside the Destroyer, kneading a ball of energy with his hands, echoed in Sargeras's mind.

"Without completing the ritual, this is the only way. An incomplete world cannot give birth to a complete soul—we, as fragments, can only use the mortal souls at our disposal to fill ourselves as much as possible."

Diablo's enormous demonic shadow floated in the void, uttering simple yet terrifying words. If anyone were to approach it now, they would hear a mournful howl emanating from the thousands of flames floating behind this great demon—a sound that would make even the most hard-hearted person tremble.

"So, we have to wait here."

Amon gently closed his hand, and the thing that was about to take shape in his hand burst into a shower of blood. If anyone familiar with StarCraft saw the outline of the thing destroyed by Amon, they would definitely find it familiar, because it was none other than the Overmind!

"It won't be long. The biggest troublemakers don't have enough time to maintain contact with 'that world.' The timeline disconnect will banish them all, and they definitely won't have enough time to find the 'entrance' to this universe. Once they're banished, then..."

Before Sargeras could finish speaking, a strange tremor surged through its heart. Accompanying this tremor was the cracking of the black universe in the background and the stars embedded in it, revealing the still chaotic and boundless reality of collisions behind it. A scar that almost spanned half a galaxy ran diagonally across the sky, revealing the scattered stars within. In the eyes of the Destroyer, some familiar things had already crossed the boundary between the data and material worlds and entered this 'half-finished' universe that it had created.

“Your algorithm has a problem, Sargeras. Perhaps you should add more chaotic logic to your brain, such as chance.”

Sensing that their world had been invaded, Amon stopped creating species. With a tug, countless 'soldiers', seemingly a combination of Zerg and Protoss, surged out from the void behind him. These twisted creations screamed silently in the universe as they rushed toward the distant rift, determined to tear the invaders there to shreds.

"They are courting death. This world, even if incomplete, is still real—they have lost their 'players,' lost the Earthlings. They can only use their lives to find their way. Soon, they will all become nourishment for this world."

The words of destruction summoned the ultimate evil. The long-extinct fleet of the Burning Legion, at the call of the Destroyer, reassembled in a supernatural form, carrying the wrath of destruction, and followed Amon's forces. Although the Destroyer was surprised that another Azerothian had entered this world just before the three of them, and then the gates of this world were blasted open, the Destroyer was only slightly surprised. As this world became more complete, it had mastered more of the power belonging to 'Sargeras'—the number of these powers, for it, was no more than a certain number, truly just a number.

"Their souls will be trampled on the banks of the River Styx, and their cries will echo eternally in the seven deadly hells."

Amidst the low murmurs of the source of sin, countless colossal pillars wreathed in hellfire spontaneously combusted in the universe, each pillar entwined with a wailing soul. The souls' cries transformed into energy, ultimately manifesting as a blazing river that washed over the empty void. From the river, demons born in the Sanctuary world crawled out one after another, shaking off their flames, and rushed to the front lines at the command of their masters.

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"Sure enough, although we don't know where this incomplete timeline came from, there is no doubt that this universe is 'real' that has been infiltrated by them."

As she brutally blasted a path through the Death Star fortress's main cannons and led her entire fleet to this universe, a knowing glint flashed in Tannis's eyes—all the players in the fortress had vanished without a trace, leaving only the visitors from Azeroth and a few reborn individuals who insisted on following along, only to be ghosted.

"this......?"

Zhiyuan stared at his transparent hand, his mind still a little blank.

"Go back. You take your men and go back first."

Suddenly, Yiqi, who was standing next to Zhiyuan, spoke up.

"what?"

"The battle here is not something you can get involved in—this is a real war where people will die. With your current mindset, you will only hold us back. Besides, you are in no condition to fight."

After saying this, Iggy pressed a button without further ado, and before Zhiyuan could speak again, she and the other reborn people were 'sponged' into the portal. He wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Warlock Squad! Assemble! Great news! We get to beat up Sargeras again!"

81. The most classic tactics

Waves, endless waves.

Demons, Zerg, perhaps Protoss creatures, undead-like beings, various fel-powered warships, and even writhing, metallic-colored contraptions the size of asteroids—their composition unknown—churned through the universe in wave after wave. Each churning carried a terrifying power beyond mortal comprehension, and each churning made the already unstable universe even darker.

Intercepting this destructive wave was a massive steel wall, centered around the Death Star fortress and consisting of dozens of satellite-level fortresses, along with various warships stretched across space, and the warriors controlling these walls. They were doing everything in their power to resist the onslaught of this entity, which was practically a universe in itself. Behind the multiple protective barriers and energy shields that stretched across the entire defensive line, roars of unparalleled firepower filled the air.

As the Allied forces' weaponry continued to operate, colossal beams of light, large enough to engulf an entire city, pierced through the starry sky, reducing everything in their path to atomic-level dust. Shells with radii of ten or even a hundred meters, supported by warp drives, precisely shattered into miniature suns upon hitting their targets; their explosions even trembled the silent universe. Tens of thousands of unmanned combat platforms traversed teleportation arrays, brutally tearing apart enemy defenses, then incapacitating large numbers of enemies with their various targeted weapons. After completing their missions, they would self-destruct, releasing their final, destructive force…

"First, Third Fleet, continue forward! Leading fleet, switch to unmanned mode! Maximum overload! All crew members, evacuate."

"Fifth and Eighth Fleets! Activate Focus Mode!"

"Fleets 2, 4, and 6! Advance along the main gun trajectory! Mobile Suit Units, prepare for assault!"

"Tenth Fleet! Don't go too deep! Your mission is to create sustained fire pressure!"

"Task Forces Twelve and Thirteen..."

"It seems that our old friends are only at this level."

In the chaotic temple, Sargeras stared at the crystal ball floating in the air, his mind subtly coordinating every bit of his power on the battlefield, creating a tangled web of forces with the allied forces—admittedly, his forces were not currently in the lead, but clearly, time was on his side.

"Do not underestimate the power of mortals, Sargeras, and do not forget our past."

“I did not underestimate them, Eamon.”

Sargeras's deep voice rang out.

"So, you think that's all they can do?"

"Their only tactical option to win is to find us, use their most elite troops, and fight us to the death—in my memory, I've been sealed in this way more than three times."

Diablo's words caused Sargeras to narrow his fiery pupils slightly, while Amon continued Diablo's train of thought.

"They must have already planned to do that."

Amon lowered his hand slightly and gently tapped several orbs of light, causing the souls within them to rotate. Amidst this surging power, the eyes of this fallen Xel'Naga fragment stared intently at the battlefield, desperately trying to find a warship that was bound to appear there—though it found nothing, it trusted its intuition.

"...I will be waiting for you here, Hyperion."

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On the large screen on the bridge of the Soderbrega, messages from various fronts were scrolling wildly, while the captain of this elegant warship was already sitting in her own giant robot, squatting in the hangar of another warship.

“Master, if I may be so bold, this is far too risky.”

On the bridge, Sunderland, dressed in a maid outfit and striking her most perfect pose, looked at Tennys's face on the communication channel, her expression as cold as ice, and spoke words full of worry.

"There's no other way. We only have a little time, so we have to take risks—concentrating our elite forces is the best solution."

Tanya's response reached Sunderland's ears.

"Excuse my bluntness, but what's that saying again? 'The master of all tactical shifts'?"

Hearing Tennys's seemingly resentful voice, Sunderland, who was already used to the Allied forces' tactics, couldn't help but start complaining.

"A decapitation strike is the best solution as long as it achieves its intended effect—Sunderland, the rear is your responsibility. Maintain the front line according to my instructions. If necessary, you may take command of my troops."

"clear."

After the communication ended, Tannis closed the communication with Sordbregas, sighed, and connected the communication to the bridge of the warship she was currently on—the Hyperion.

"I've made all the arrangements on my end. You've confirmed that your ship is okay, right, Jim Reilly?"

"Of course, my ship can't wait."

On the bridge, Jim Raynor sat in his chair, looking at the various parameters on the screen. His voice carried a faint, almost imperceptible tension that he himself was unaware of. Admittedly, he had fought battles with his warships, eliminating enemies and saving universes, but this was the first time he had ever experienced something that carried the fate of not just one, but three—or even four universes!

"The Storm Wolf Terminator Dalian is in position. Deselok promised that he would do his best to lead his squad to intercept the surrounding enemies—hey, I didn't expect that the most accomplished Dalian commander in my warband would be a Dreadlord."

Varian's somewhat subtle voice came through the communication channel.

"My kingdom's reaper of wolves, Dalian, will follow closely in the footsteps of the Storm Wolf, and my Devouring Wolf will follow closely in the footsteps of your Great Varian, High King."

King Gene's voice followed closely behind.

"The Scourge has successfully captured two key nodes and is now pushing back. We estimate that in ten minutes, the pressure on our planned passage will decrease by 80%. I will then ride the Soul Throne to accompany you."

Frost sighed in a cold voice.

"The blade of holy light will pave the way for you."

This is the voice of Tirion Fordring from the Holy Light's Wrath.

"The Chieftain's Fist Raiders have reached their designated positions, and Garrosh will be there shortly."

That's Nazgorin's voice.

"The Thousand Laws Legion..."

One communication after another, one sentence after another, converged on the command center of this legendary warship. With these communications came increasingly clear coalition tactics—and as the progress bar at the bottom of the screen filled up, Jim Reilly involuntarily tightened his grip on the armrest of his seat.

finally...

"Iggy reports! We have successfully completed the gravity perturbation! The unstable wormhole link will be formed in three minutes!"

"it is good!"

Jim Raynor slammed his hand on the armrest, glanced at his two comrades standing beside him, and loudly gave the order.

"Coordinates locked! Warp drive activated! For our world! Let's go!"

With a flash of light, Jim Raynor's Hyperion shot into the raging deep space like an arrow, disappearing into the stars in an instant.

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