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"Still not working?"

"No, I can't get through! This door is practically a sticker!"

"It's not just like... it's more like a texture!"

"The problem is, shouldn't it be a portal to another world?"

"Those who travel to the past are all visitors from another world, and some are even reincarnated. We players shouldn't be judged as NPCs and have to pass through, right? — Wait, someone's back?"

When the allied forces 'violently' tore open a link and forced their way into the 'target universe,' the players who were left behind looked at each other in bewilderment, confirming that they had indeed failed to get through. Some of the quicker-reacting players opened the world chat to try and ask the NPCs what was going on, only to find that the only NPCs remaining were the Awakened NPCs from World of Warcraft. The 'abnormal' NPCs who had crossed over had all disappeared, and the Reborn seemed to have... disappeared as well?

Just as the players were staring at each other, their minds racing with wild speculation about what was going on, the message brought back by the returning reborn players almost made them jump out of their skins—well, some of the players sitting in front of their screens had already spilled their water.

"What? A real universe? Those program aggregates actually created a real universe?"

"Wait, a soul? It's confirmed? Doesn't that mean..."

"Those guys who joined the legion but weren't rescued are really doomed... Those three are all masters of manipulating souls... I can't even imagine."

"What if they lose? What? They get World of Warcraft, and they might even use its features to invade other dimensions? This... this..."

"We can't be limited to just SEE, can we?"

"Where are the UN experts? Where are the experts? Think of something!"

As various explosive news items were revealed one by one, players, who had been immersed in a wealth of diverse literary works, immediately conjured up a thousand bizarre and fantastical future developments in their minds. Most of these developments were, in fact, BD (Bad Boys' Love) for Earth. Clearly, although Earth currently appears to be connected to several fantastical physical universes through the programmed world of World of Warcraft, the actions of Sargeras and his two companions have clearly demonstrated a terrifying fact: in some sense, this entity is 'alterable'. Who knows if physical communication will be established between World of Warcraft and Earth in the future? If it is, and World of Warcraft is in the hands of Sargeras and his two companions, the destroyers of the world, then things will get really messed up!

While the players were in complete disarray, the UN's countermeasures team also became anxious. Just a few minutes ago, they were pleased to find that the world's programs had suddenly become more orderly, thinking things had improved. However, the news brought by the reborn individuals dealt them a heavy blow—what was solved? The problem is now beyond the reach of human technology!

Just as the members of the UN response team were looking at each other in bewilderment, the light on the huge screen in the hall suddenly went out. A few seconds later, the screen lit up again, displaying a line of text—written in a strange script, but with translations in commonly used UN languages ​​below.

'Humans, for the sake of those brave warriors who venture deep into evil, I beg for your help.'

———————————————The Shattered Temple————————————————————

“This place makes me feel very uneasy.”

Under the combined cover of the Allied forces, the Hyperion successfully entered the gravity well, which served as a teleportation portal, and warped to the vicinity of the slowly flowing 'River Styx' in space. It activated its camouflage system and concealed itself beside a massive floating pillar. However, the moment Jim Raynor entered this area, an inexplicable sense of oppression made him feel inexplicably suffocated. It was as if something was weeping in his ear, pleading for something, and yearning for something.

“These are the cries of souls. Look at those pillars, and look at this river.”

Just as Jim Raynor thought he might be driven half-mad by this thing, Tannis's voice reached his ears. At the same time, psionic energy from Kerrigan formed a barrier around him, making him feel much more comfortable.

"A soul? Where in this world does a soul come from? Could it be..."

Upon hearing Tannis's answer, Garrosh quickly zoomed in on the River Styx and the floating giant pillars. The tragic scene before him almost made him immediately take Getter Robo out to fight.

"It's that consciousness of the Earthlings who joined the Legion but weren't saved by us. It must have become their soul material now—even if it's just a fragment, controlling the soul is still their instinct."

"This sound enrages me, Tanis. This is the first time I've heard so many souls wailing."

Garrosh gritted his teeth, forcing himself not to be angry—as a paladin, how could he not hear the pain in those faint shadowy souls!

"With such a number of souls, even a fragment of Diablo might not be weaker than the Root of All Evil."

Compared to Garrosh, who was suppressing his anger, Li Min had a more direct concern—while Diablo's power and the various negative emotions gushing from his soul were not necessarily significantly linked, there was no doubt that the negative aspects of a mortal's soul could amplify its power, and the souls in the Sanctuary world were nothing compared to the souls she saw before her!

“Cowboy, Amon’s psionic energy is surging nearby, I can feel it—it seems to be deliberately ‘searching’ for us. I used psionic energy to conceal our presence, but it can’t last long. We don’t have time to grieve for them.”

Kerrigan spoke softly, drawing the attention of those who were studying the soul.

"call--."

Jim Raynor exhaled, pushed the control stick, and the Hyperion's engines started again. Under cover of the surrounding raging flames, it once again merged into the void of stars.

82. War in the Demiplane

Stars are the foundation of life in the universe. Almost all civilizations were born in the cosmos. When they uttered their first cry into the vast future, the light from the stars of their respective galaxies provided them with the gentlest of energies—the initial energy sufficient for life on Earth. Under the protection of stellar light, civilizations gradually emerged from ignorance and ventured towards the stars.

However, such gentle stars are ultimately few and far between in the universe. For the vast majority of stars in galaxies, the only things that come to their planets are desolation and annihilation—just like the day of death that Hyperion is now flying toward, churning in the void.

"By the Forger!"

Staring at the massive fel energy star displayed in the center of the screen, which, even after multiple filters, still caused a slight stinging sensation to the soul, Brian, who had come to record the event, couldn't help but exclaim in astonishment.

"That thing must be what they used as the core of this universe, which means they are..."

Before Iggy could finish speaking, the lock-on alarm and the high-energy reaction alarm sounded simultaneously in the Hyperion. Hearing these familiar sounds, the reaction, which was already engraved in their DNA, prompted Jim Raynor, Kerrigan, and Zeratul to complete a series of actions with lightning speed, allowing the Hyperion to narrowly avoid a destructive jet from the depths of the void.

"It's been a long time, everyone. I'm glad you haven't changed your communication spectrum."

As the beam of light gradually dissipated into nothingness in the universe, the Hyperion's communication device emitted the voice of a being that Jim Raynor and the other two could never forget, a voice that had influenced their fate for half their lives, or rather, their entire lives.

“Emmon........”

Kerrigan slightly raised her head, her pupils, blazing with blue-white psionic fury, fixed intently on the enormous phantom that had appeared before the Hyperion.

"Nephalem, you have entered your graveyard. This is not a sanctuary, and you will not receive the world's protection."

Diablo, the source of all sins, appeared beside Amon with his fiery red body wreathed in soul flames. As the great demon materialized, the souls on the River Styx and the Pillars of Souls collectively let out ear-piercing screams—almost causing damage to some of the Hyperion's instruments.

"Welcome to witness the birth of the true world, and then to meet your twilight, mortals."

Finally, amidst the violent churning of the solar prominences on the surface of the fel-powered star, the Destroyer, the Lord of the Legion, the image of 'Sargeras,' who was infinitely approaching the true Sargeras, rose from within. With the appearance of this great demon, the entire 'galaxy' shook supernaturally, and twisted monsters screamed as they flew out of the rifts and pounced on the Hyperion. These monsters, born entirely from the twisted souls of monstrous beings, had only one purpose—to tear flesh and devour living souls!

The next moment, a pitch-black energy sphere, almost blending into the cosmic background, silently 'appeared' in the most densely populated area of ​​the monster horde. Before everyone's eyes, it collapsed and shattered, forming one of the most terrifying celestial bodies in the universe—a black hole!

Under the unparalleled gravitational pull of the black hole, a large portion of the surrounding space 'collapsed,' causing everything within its event horizon to begin collapsing towards the singularity! The monsters captured by the black hole's gravity screamed silently, desperately thrashing their flight organs or jet propulsion devices, urging their supernatural abilities in a desperate attempt to escape this dead zone. However, under the immense power of the black hole, their strength was far too fragile and insignificant!

"Crackling sound—"

Just when all the demons seemed destined to perish before they even got off to a successful attack, Sargeras, far away in the star, lightly swung his battle blade. A spatial rift, originating from the fel-powered star, spread at 'faster-than-light' speed, accompanied by a sound clearly audible even in the void, reaching the area beneath the black hole. In the blink of an eye, the black hole's force field, which had been devouring all matter around it, plunged into the rift and vanished without a trace. The remaining demons also struggled, following into the rift and escaping from this region of space.

"It seems you haven't created a very stable universe, Sargeras. In the end, a fragment is just a fragment. After all that effort, this universe is just a demiplane attached to 'World of Warcraft'."

Sitting in New Granshen, Tanis gently stroked the crystal ball, gazing at the cosmic parameters returned after her brief exchange with Sargeras. Her pupils, hidden behind her engineering glasses, remained expressionless—through these parameters, she knew the black hole's destination. Sargeras's rift hadn't completely annihilated her black hole cannon, but rather thrown it into 'World of Warcraft.' Those chaotic monsters were servants Sargeras had summoned from somewhere within 'World of Warcraft'!

"It will soon no longer be a demiplane—as long as your souls are the foundation."

"You? Three incomplete fragments? If I'm not mistaken, you've filled your incompleteness with the souls of 'mortals' to be able to move around in this physical demiplane universe, right? You keep talking about being mortals, but how different are you from mortals in essence?"

Before Tanis could respond to Sargeras's words, Iggy, who was squatting next to the Hyperion's bridge in his strange machine and carefully observing these three powerful beings, ruthlessly exposed their secrets. As a soul expert in the Azerothian universe, Iggy was extremely confident in his eyesight regarding souls.

"You will soon understand, mortal."

Diablo responded to Iggy, the demon who vowed to turn the entire universe into a fiery hell. He gently shook his body, and the several Soul-Binding Pillars he had forged collapsed with a crash. Tens of thousands of Earth souls bound to them screamed and began to escape. Their still-intact minds were frantically reminding them—run! As far as possible!

But before these poor spirits could fly far, Diablo took a deep breath. The unfortunate creatures, fresh from the tiger's den, struggled and writhed with all their might in the face of Diablo's irresistible power, hoping to escape their doom. However, their struggles only provided Diablo with even greater 'power'!

"Crack!!!"

As the last wisp of soul was absorbed by Diablo, a dark red lightning of unpredictable energy level was unleashed from his body. Before anyone could react, it brutally traversed space and enveloped the Hyperion! Perhaps in less than a ten-thousandth of a second, the entire warship was completely engulfed by the crimson lightning!

"Sizzle!!!"

However, Diablo's surprise attack was ineffective. The moment it began to concentrate its soul power, Kerrigan, who had already guessed what it was going to do, had fully unleashed her psionic power, creating a tide of psionic energy around the Hyperion, firmly resisting Diablo's attack. When the demonic lightning dissipated, the undamaged Hyperion floated proudly in space, its main cannon, which had completed its charging, locked onto Diablo at the forefront.

"!!!"

Seemingly completely unprepared for this turn of events, Diablo stood motionless in the face of the roaring, destructive light, as if he had forgotten to dodge or defend. He allowed the Hyperion's Yamato Cannon, brimming with energy—even infused with holy light and arcane power—to slam into him. In the violent tearing of energy, large patches of the Source of All Sins' skin began to fester! The void around him trembled unstablely! The River Styx churned, the Pillars of Souls collapsed—everything seemed to indicate the terrible damage this demon had suffered!

"Well done! Lock onto the coordinates, we..."

Before Tannis could finish speaking, she found that her surroundings had undergone a fundamental change. The universe was gone, replaced by a desolate wasteland. Crimson lightning occasionally streaked across the dark clouds on the horizon, indicating that this world was not ordinary.

"This place...?"

Before Tannis could launch a reconnaissance drone to investigate where she had been inexplicably transported to, several beams of light flashed before her, and from within the light emerged humans clad in legionary heavy armor and wielding weapons.

"...No way?"

Tanis's expression changed slightly as she considered a certain possibility. She quickly entered some parameters and soon received a terrible response—she was currently in a paradoxical region between the World of Warcraft and the 'demiplane'—where everything exhibits the program-like duality of entity!

"Another time-space trap? No! This is... a dungeon! We've been trapped like a boss!"

——————————————In World of Warcraft————————————————————

"Um......"

Old D sat cross-legged atop a warship, watching the portal tumbling before him. It looked passable, but to the players it was just a texture. His mind seemed blank, lost in thought. Beside him, Zhiyuan, one of the representatives of the reborn, sat cross-legged, stroking the broom in his hand.

“If I weren’t still immersed in the game, I would feel like everything I’ve experienced before was a dream.”

Old D suddenly spoke up.

"Not used to it?"

Zhiyuan flipped his wrist and put the broom away.

"Yes, suddenly... it feels quite strange. Although I can still play games, a lot of things are missing."

"The Awakened Ones are issuing missions to wipe out the remaining legions. Aren't you going? The rewards are pretty good."

"This is only treating the symptoms, not the root cause. If the battle over there ends badly or without a clear outcome, this world will likely fall—Zhiyuan, aren't you reborn people worried?"

"Don't forget that we were all forced back here; they didn't want us, the souls of Earth, to be involved in a real war."

"But in reality, many souls that fall into their hands have already been forced into the war."

"...."

Zhiyuan didn't say anything, but just hugged her knees, a very feminine gesture that made Old D shrug.

"I remember when you were alive on Earth, you were male?"

"Yes, but according to Iggy, the soul and body influence each other, and the pure soul is essentially genderless. As for me now... how should I put it, I don't really identify as 'male' anymore."

This rather pointless conversation left the two of them silent for a while. After a few seconds, Zhiyuan tilted his head slightly and looked at Old D, who was starting to daze again.

"Aren't you going to log off? Infiltrating the system still puts some strain on your body."

“I’m just waiting, I always feel like I can do something—or there’s something we can do.”

Old D gently exhaled and clenched his fist.

"The current situation is that even the United Nations doesn't know what to do—although on the surface, as long as we can find a way to seal this portal, this universe will not be disturbed for at least a long time, but that's not a fundamental solution—who knows when World of Warcraft will connect with that universe in the future? At that time, without the help of heroes from other worlds, who knows what this place will become?"

"If the idea of ​​sealing off the doors were put to a vote, it would probably be overwhelmingly opposed—okay, I'm being a bit absolute, but I would at least vote against it—can we, who can't even protect our own youth, really be considered the fourth natural disaster?"

After delivering those impassioned words, Old D slapped the ship's hull in frustration.

"But now it seems we might not be able to do it—it seems they mentioned that if the problem isn't resolved, they'll be forcibly deported within this timeframe—wait, what?"

Seeing the email pop up in front of him, Old D reached out and opened it. Zhiyuan, who had received the same email, also opened it. A few seconds later, the expressions of the two who read the emails changed slightly at the same time.