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"For the Earth!"

"We are the Fourth Calamity! The Undying Fourth Calamity!"

"Go, my half-body!!"

"Defeat the Demon King and save the world!!"

Amidst the sudden, chaotic battle cries, the players' avatars, along with their World of Warcraft characters, fearlessly charged towards the floating fused demon king in all sorts of haphazard vehicles. At the same time, their characters or vehicles continuously unleashed attacks that the fused demon god might have considered insignificant.

"...Is this your hope?"

Sensing the weakness of these attackers, the merged demon god raised a hand, preparing to unleash a beam of light to annihilate these soulless beings in one fell swoop. However, something surprising happened in the next moment!

"Ok?"

When the first player character's fireball struck it, the combined demon god actually felt a sense of being attacked—the various attacks that followed confirmed its suspicions—these soulless things could attack it, and even harm it! Though only slightly!

"How is this going?"

Having finally shaken off the terrible feeling, Iggy stared blankly at the Great Demon King of the Contract, whose body was now sparking with fire. Question marks popped into his mind: The players' characters were theoretically in the same situation as them, so why were their attacks effective?

"Is it because of their purity? No, it's simply because of their chuunibyou (adolescent delusions of grandeur)... They never even considered the possibility of 'failure'—let alone think about a way out like we did. They are beings who cannot despair, the fourth calamity of their chuunibyou phase..."

Tannis's voice rang out, a subtle tinge in her tone—she could now barely understand why their attacks had failed. As the embodiment of despair and emptiness, the Contract Demon could infinitely amplify the 'emotional emptiness' of all existence—including inorganic existence—turning it into an attack of 'emptiness'. Those from the real universe who had witnessed their power before their fusion harbored a lingering sense of unease, a unease that was exploited and amplified. But for the players of the Fourth Calamity, and especially those in their most immature, chuunibyou phase… what did failure matter to them? They could always start over!

'Everyone! Find a way to team up with a player! Cooperate with them! This is the real—final battle!'

88. The Last Piece About to Be Placed

Bombardment, bombardment.

A barrage of attacks, each powerful enough to annihilate an army, burn the earth, evaporate lakes, shatter hills, blow away clouds, and even slightly ripple space, rained down relentlessly on the colossal demon king besieged in the center by the allied fleet. Ripples splashed across its power-laden skin, and every now and then, even more powerful weapons would fall, splashing out larger sprays of water.

only....

"Click! Click! Click!!"

Spreading throughout the universe was the crisp sound of shattering glass, but what was being shattered was not glass at all, but the space that constituted this universe! Under the pure power of its creator, the spatial structure of the still-developing universe cracked in large swathes, like a mirror struck by a heavy blow. Primordial chaotic power, completely devoid of any 'attributes', surged out from within like a tide, spreading disorderly in all directions with the dancing of the God of Destruction and Void. Wherever it flowed, time seemed to lose its 'color'!

"Zizi-"

Echoing between the warships was the sound of chalk smearing across a blackboard. In this ear-piercing sound that made even the soul tremble, as if it might burst out of the body at any moment, the power of the God of Destruction and Void easily formed one collapsing singularity after another, dragging most things that approached it—whether tangible or intangible—towards the invisible abyss. Although the recoil cannons fired by Tannis's New Granson barely offset most of the gravitational range, the remaining gravitational fluctuations continued to relentlessly interfere with the battlefield, making the entire battle increasingly chaotic.

"Why----!"

The warriors were surrounded by the countless lamentations of souls bound within the God of Destruction and Void. These earthly souls, their desires drained, were reduced to empty shells of their former selves, bound within the God of Destruction and Void. These souls, seeing no future, futilely lamented, awaiting a salvation they themselves knew not even would come, almost resigned to all struggle. The emptiness within their souls, in turn, amplified the power of the God of Destruction and Void—occasionally, emotions like anger, jealousy, and fear would briefly circulate within them, gaining sufficient strength before radiating outwards. These lamentations were the sighs of the souls being used.

"This tower, meow..."

Tannis, the Great Tinker, controlled Neo-Granson, weaving through bursts of explosions and faint spatial rifts. Simultaneously, she relentlessly exploited these rifts, combining them with Neo-Granson's own power to unleash a barrage of attacks on the God of Ruin and Void—weapons capable of destroying a corvette-sized spaceship with a single shot—tearing wounds into its body. Some of these wounds, in terms of sheer length, stretched for over ten kilometers. However, on the God of Ruin and Void, whose size surpassed that of an ordinary planet, these wounds barely qualify as mere 'grabs.' And worse still, these wounds were healing at a certain speed—slowly, yet effectively!

"If we don't find a more effective way to attack, we'll eventually be worn down by this war of attrition... And if we don't achieve any significant results in this long period of time, even the players will likely lose some of their motivation. At that point, we'll most likely be counterattacked by this thing!"

Anxious, the Great Tinker stated this obvious fact in the Allied high command communication channel—whether it was Li Min or Iggy's analysis, or her own research, it clearly showed that the biggest reason for being able to harm this evil god was the 'confidence' of the Earth players who came to Bang Village! They believed that these warriors and heroes from another dimension could lead them to victory; they thought this thing, which looked as big as a planet, was just a final boss! After all, in Earth's games, there were quite a few bosses the size of planets...

'Your emotions are fluctuating a bit too much, Tennys.'

Just as Tannis was getting anxious, Illidan's voice came through her private communication channel.

"I understand, but the current situation... is really not good! Honestly, even the siege of Sargeras wasn't this... frustrating!"

The master repairman took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down, and racked his brains to find a suitable word.

"We live to die. When we were besieging Sargeras, none of us thought we would be able to return to Azeroth alive—the battle plan at that time was to go down in flames. And this time, we are still going down in flames."

Illidan responded calmly to Tanis, and at the same time, his flagship opened fire fiercely, using surging fel flames to inscribe the Illidari mark on the enemy. The next moment, the mark began to explode in a chain reaction, continuously tearing apart the attacked body of the God of Despair and Emptiness.

"Um......"

Seeing that his main cannon's focused strike, powerful enough to incinerate the atmosphere of an ordinary planet and possibly melt the surface, had only caused a negligible scratch to the fused demon god, the Illidari lord merely narrowed his eyes slightly, pondered for a moment, walked to the launch pad, gestured for the operator to step aside, placed his hand on the activation crystal, and signaled his teammate to come to his side.

"Let's fire together next time."

———————————————The God of Despair and Emptiness——————————————————

Emptiness, emptiness, emptiness.

An endless emptiness tore at the soul of the merged, despairing, hollow god—as the battle intensified, the original consciousness of the three 'gods' became increasingly blurred, replaced by a new 'deity' that gradually rose to power. However, the world perceived by this deity was far from beautiful; its 'heart' was a bottomless void, yearning, yearning, yearning for everything!

"anger."

Speaking words devoid of emotion, words that no other being could possibly hear, the God of Despair and Emptiness brutally immersed a portion of his soul into several 'scenes' that could enrage any mortal, stirring up even the slightest 'emotion' within them. He then refined this anger and injected it into his own body, hoping to alleviate his eternal thirst with this substance. However, the very next second these emotions were generated, they dissipated with his attack, transforming into streaks of red lightning that swept across the battlefield.

"envy."

Another word was uttered, and at the same time, another soul was immersed in the 'image,' and a venomous sense of jealousy was squeezed from their bodies—but, like the anger just now, this thing did not fill them at all—or rather, it was of no use to them!

“…”

Driven by emptiness, the God of Despair, realizing that he could get nothing from within himself, controlled his power and swept across a warship area. In the blink of an eye, two warships were reduced to space debris by his indescribable power. Although some of the crew members escaped, some unfortunately perished.

'Fear, resentment, despair... delicious...'

Carefully savoring what was contained within these drifting souls, the God of Despair and Emptiness found that his 'emptiness' seemed to have been partially filled. Admittedly, this feeling vanished in the next instant as if it had never existed, but he had already understood what he should do—he should not let his power spread aimlessly, but should concentrate it and attack those flying things! Among them, there was something that could satisfy him!

"Crackling sound—"

Just as this new god, who was perfecting himself, began to look for his next target, an extremely uncomfortable feeling surged into his body—unlike the feeling of absorbing 'emotions' just now, this feeling did not fill his emptiness, but instead seemed to be tearing his 'body' apart!

'Here?'

The God of Despair and Emptiness stretched out his sensory tentacles, precisely locking onto the entity that had given him the same feeling earlier. In that direction, Illidan's flagship was undergoing its third energy charge.

"You... are my best prey..."

The moment the will of the God of Despair and Emptiness seeped into the warship and made contact with Illidan, the will of the fragment belonging to Sargeras 'awakened' within it. The last vestige of this nearly empty fragment of will emitted something that even the God of Despair and Emptiness felt a slight sense of satisfaction, urging it to seize this traitor—and then! Crush his bones to ashes!

'You are the prey.'

However, before the God of Despair and Emptiness could extend its tentacles, the whispers of the Lord of Illidari resounded through the starry sky—the oldest demon hunter sensed its contact, recognized the grudge of Sargeras within it, and thus issued his declaration of certain victory!

"..."

In an instant, attacks from all sorts of despairing, empty gods converged on the Illidari flagship.

——————————————World of Warcraft dividing line——————————————————

World of Warcraft, the universe, a wasteland of meteorites.

In this place, which belongs to the Argus sector but has fallen silent as the battlefield has shifted to another universe, stand several beings with enormous bat wings. Their distinctive appearance and pale faces clearly indicate their identity—Dreadlords.

“Nathreza..…”

Looking at the shattered meteorite area, Varimathras's tone was tinged with sadness, but he quickly suppressed it.

"It will be revived soon—though it will be empty, at least there will be something to look forward to."

Raselek spoke calmly—After Deselok, who was fighting on the other side, obtained a series of parameters during the battle and sent them all to the other Dreadlords, it was only a matter of time before the Dreadlords' homeworld returned.

"So, when will Deselok return? The more people involved in the ceremony, the more stable it will be."

Sathorvar stroked his chin with his claws and spoke. As the dreadlord with the most unique status among them in Azeroth, Deselok, who had sent them the most precious parameters, was still on the other side of the door. However, the dreadlords believed that if it wanted to escape, with the dreadlords' abilities, it would be effortless.

"Let me ask."

Since their home planet was involved, Mal'Ganis, currently their strongest, volunteered to take on the role of the interdimensional communicator. The dreadlord's eyes gleamed with an eerie light, and runes swirled around him. He chanted in a string of obscure dreadlord's native tongue, which illuminated a figure wearing power armor, shouting and fiddling with something, clearly firing at something.

"...He said he wouldn't come back; he wanted to fight to the end with his remaining comrades—since he had lost nearly half his men, he wanted to take revenge on Sargeras again, even though we had already made our way out."

A few seconds later, Mal'Ganis rubbed his head and said these words with a slight headache.

"...It seems he really has become one with the Wolf King's troops, body and soul. This tactic is nothing like Nathrezim."

Varimathras shrugged, spread his claws, and made a helpless expression.

So, what's your opinion?

"Is there any other way? We can't just abandon him—besides, without him, the success rate of the ritual will drop by ten percent, and given our consistently bad luck, the chances of failure are much higher. Since we can't just walk away, let's do our part for the world we live in now—admittedly, I don't think the chances of success are very high, after all, it's an aggregate of the strongest demon lords from three worlds—even if it's broken, just thinking about such an existence makes us suffocate."

"Your anti-flag technique is truly impressive, Varimathras—but this Plan B isn't inherently bad; if executed well, it could even generate more profit..."

After complaining about Varimathras giving his side a bizarre, mystical buff just to win, Mal'Ganis raised his head and looked into the distant void towards Azeroth. He knew something was watching them, watching these unusual visitors, waiting for them to speak, or perhaps not? Never mind, it didn't matter.

"World of Warcraft, I know you're watching us, and I know what you're thinking—so, let's make a deal?"

89. Dreams! Beliefs!

Magnificent and vast.

When the will of 'World of Warcraft' descended upon the dreadlords, all the Nathrezim collectively experienced a sudden realization, unrelated to power or soul—not even when facing Sargeras, they had felt this way.

“Nathrezim, I am so grateful to have your help.”

As the surrounding environment gradually became filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, a towering tree appeared at the edge of the dreadlords' sight. Accompanied by the rustling sound of it shaking, a sound that even the dreadlords could not discern the source of rang in their ears.

"Enough with the small talk, World of Warcraft. I know that while you now possess a considerable degree of 'soul-thinking' ability, you haven't reached the level of those fragments who have drained countless souls and used their 'hearts' for their own purposes. We can help you further strengthen the Gate of the Two Worlds, allowing it to release material projections of beings in this world that lack sufficient soul support—even some newly formed 'information projections'—while enabling you to 'partially pass through'! In return, you will forge the celestial body 'Nathreza' for us in this world!"

Varimathras stepped forward and loudly announced the terms of the deal.

"...Can."

After the trees in the distance swayed slightly, they gave the answer from the World of Warcraft. Varimathras breathed a sigh of relief upon receiving this answer and opened his hand. In his hand, a series of parameters transmitted from Deselok had already transformed into a huge, flowing digital array within the rules of this world, and then condensed into a gem. Then, it raised its head and spoke in a tone of 'negotiation'.

"Now that the deal is done, let's have a pleasant collaboration. World of Warcraft, I have a suggestion: to make our expanded gate more stable, let's forge our Nathretha in front of the gate as a stabilizer. What do you think?"

"......"

This time, World of Warcraft pondered for even longer than before, but after finishing its deliberation, it gave the dreadlords the answer they expected.

"Can.",

"Thank you for your generosity."

Upon hearing this answer, the dreadlords all smiled.

————————————Earth, United Nations————————————————

"..."

In the lobby, a technocrat rested his chin on his right hand, rhythmically tapping the table with his left, listening to a report through headphones. He appeared to be still focused on the battle situation, but his gaze was unfocused; clearly, this official was daydreaming...