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"Click!!!"

However, before these creatures could complete their formation, a massive battle axe, almost a third the width of the God of Destruction and Void, composed entirely of holy light, swept across these pitiful creations, swiftly reducing them to debris in space. The remaining blade, not yet fully consumed, slashed diagonally into the body of the God of Destruction and Void, scattering into a fleeting star! The power contained within this star directly tore a crater into the God of Destruction and Void's body... or rather, its outer shell, leaving a crater clearly visible even in space!

"Flame Flashbang!!"

"Caesar's Flame!!!"

Strike while the iron is hot. Neither Garrosh's trio nor Anduin, who had already arrived, hesitated at the crucial moment. The energy of the two massive machines rapidly converged, unleashing energy spheres and radiation far more lethal than they had planned, aimed directly at the target area. Seemingly sensing the threatening attack from outer space, the God of Destruction's energy surged rapidly, even exhibiting energy turbulence. Its torn wounds healed more than halfway in the blink of an eye. Clearly, it intended to use its rapid self-repair to block this attack!

"Take this!!"

However, the vision of the God of Destruction and Emptiness failed...

With a roar, a streak of red light flashed past, and the body of the God of Destruction and Void was immediately thrown off balance by the collision with the light. The surge of energy came to a halt, and the wounds that seemed to be healing also slowed down due to the decrease in the speed of energy flow. As a result, it could only watch helplessly as a white-hot energy sphere, which could be regarded as a star, and a destructive energy radiation surged into its body, brutally beginning to destroy its internal structure!

"It's starting to give out!!"

When the Solar Flare and Caesar's Sunfire burned into the body of the God of Destruction and Void, the outer barrier of the God of Destruction and Void, which was still intact, dimmed significantly under the illumination of the detection instruments. This obvious result greatly boosted morale—both players and warriors from the three worlds, stimulated by the greatly increased morale and with the support from the World of Warcraft, exerted their full combat power—no, perhaps two or three hundred percent!

"Gravity collapse threshold—broken through!!! Void retreat!!"

"Full sensor maximum amplification!! Fire!!"

"Hyperion, keep the bombardment going!"

"Zizzi-"

Between Kerrigan's hands, psionic power surged infinitely. In the direction her eyes were looking, a chaotic psionic hurricane had completely torn open an area. Beside this area, what appeared to be arcane power was continuously ripping up the 'floor,' further destroying its structure and shattering its counterattack—clearly, this was the work of the two visitors from the Sanctuary world.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time of continuous bombardment, a muffled but clear sound echoed through the universe and resounded in everyone's ears. Before everyone's eyes, the body of the God of Destruction and Void began to disintegrate rapidly from the top of his head, but without any sign of recovery. In less than a minute, more than half of his head was gone!

"We won?"

Staring at the collapsing, void-like God of Destruction, Tanis, who had unleashed a ten-round barrage of retreat shots with Neo Gransen, leaned back in her chair, panting heavily. The intense battle had pushed her body and mechs to their limits; now, all she wanted was a little rest...

'Although you and your companions have indeed torn its fate apart, its fate is not entirely over.'

Just as Tannis was circulating her inner energy, calming her mind, and putting herself into a state of semi-sleep, a faint male voice sounded in her ear. The voice was not loud, but it carried an evil aura.

"!!!"

"Don't be surprised. You only destroyed its 'first layer of spirit,' but its 'second layer of spirit' is its true nature—the fragments' delusion of completing themselves resulted in being dominated by a more complete soul."

"Baihe Chou... can you see this world?"

Tanis propped herself up, staring at the purple-haired man in a simple yet luxurious white robe standing in her control room, and spoke softly.

"Humph."

However, the Great Tinker received no answer, because the man named Shirakawa Shu chuckled and then disappeared from the cockpit of New Gransen. On the screen, the last fragments of the God of Destruction and Void did not completely dissipate, but instead coalesced into a... human-like figure that looked like it was curled up in a ball?

"This is?"

Looking at this seemingly harmless giant body, not only the warriors from the three worlds, but even the Earthlings who had just breathed a sigh of relief were stunned—it's certain that the BOSS has two phases, but why does this second phase look so harmless?

"Why....."

"Life is so meaningless..."

"I'm sorry, Mom and Dad, I have no reason to stay in this world anymore..."

"This world is a mess—I'm going to the world of anime!"

However, the answer soon appeared before everyone's eyes. Accompanied by the dark wind, endless pessimism, with a sense of certainty, flooded into the hearts of the warriors. The things contained in them were so sad that almost all the warriors who had just finished the battle were affected. Involuntarily, endless darkness appeared before everyone's eyes. The shadows of them, shattered in the timeline and defeated, reassembled and lingered in their souls amidst howls and denunciations!

"This world... has no love, this world... has no love... This world has nothing, only emptiness, only... nothingness..."

As the fluctuations spread further, increasingly loud chanting began to resound throughout the world and echoed in the universe. Accompanying this chanting, this universe began to collapse and annihilate from its edges. The entities within it gradually turned into nothingness, as if some kind of eraser was wiping them away!

"I...will not give in!!!"

In this oppressive atmosphere, Varian gritted his teeth, suppressing the whispers of his own mind, and swung his sword heavily, unleashing a fiery trail stretching for kilometers towards the huddled figure. The attack struck smoothly, and flames erupted where the figure was hit. But the next second...

"what?"

With Varian's exclamation, a violent burst of fire, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, exploded on Varian's body. The temperature of the flames was so high that Varian's shield was instantly overloaded and burned, and parts of his armor even melted. Under the force of the recoil, Varian, whose mind was already unstable, coughed up blood and leaned back in his seat.

"Watch out, this thing..."

Before Varian could finish speaking, he wiped his mouth and saw Getter Robber unleash a fierce ray. The moment it hit, Getter Robber 'automatically separated' into three units. The red Getter Robber's uncertain floating clearly indicated the fact—Garrosh was injured!

"It is... feedback damage, this thing 'feedback' the attacks received—and it's a soul-locking feedback."

Iggy clutched her chest with her left hand and injected herself with something with her right to stabilize her condition. Just now, she had used an acid bomb attack, and as a result, she now felt as if she were soaking in acid, suffering excruciating pain.

“I just saw it. It’s made up of millions of souls—millions of souls from Earth. They were exploited and robbed of almost everything by those three bastards’ fragments, but they still exist… However, I can’t find a way to redeem them!”

Garrosh, having recovered somewhat, wiped the blood from his wounds, his voice hoarse—in the moment of the recoil, he had caught a fleeting image, and in that instant, he saw a scene he could never have imagined—millions of souls neatly arranged, like cells forming this enormous, curled-up human figure, and these souls were all a colorless 'grayish-white'—not the white of the weak undead common in Azeroth, but a morbid grayish-white!

"Leave the rest to us, warriors."

Suddenly, Garrosh felt as if he heard someone speaking. He shook his head vigorously to make sure it wasn't the 'soul fragment' in his head speaking. Then, sensing something, he looked in a certain direction. There, several giants of light stood in the universe, and the words he had just heard undoubtedly came from them.

"you?"

Garrosh was slightly confused. In the battle just now, these giants of light had shown decent combat power, but that was all. Moreover, the characteristics of the current enemies meant that they could not be defeated by conventional combat methods. Furthermore, he knew perfectly well that these powerful beings were merely shadows that 'World of Warcraft' had dragged out using information from Earthlings!

"If they have no dreams, we will give them dreams; if they can't see hope, we will create hope for them; if the road ahead is foggy, we will build bridges for them; if the world is treacherous, we will protect them."

A man with an "S" on his chest floated down next to Garrosh's fighter jet and whispered something very strange.

What are you talking about?

Garrosh was even more confused.

"Go back, warriors from other worlds, your duty has been fulfilled—now this is our battlefield, and we will pull them all out of despair, all of them—this is the meaning of our birth here, the sacred duty we have been 'given'."

As soon as the words were spoken, the entire universe began to shake supernaturally, and the 'dimensional gate' connecting the World of Warcraft to this universe also became unstable. Then, a hyperspace hurricane swept up, dragging away all the 'outsiders' on the battlefield!

"The final battle is actually a clash between the hope and dreams of Earth and the despair and emptiness of Earth... What an unexpected ending—well, it's only natural that we outsiders can't participate. I just wonder what will become of this universe in the end?"

Having already realized what this battle was all about, Tanis sighed softly and let the temporal storm carry her back to the World of Warcraft.

91. Epilogue: A World of Interconnected Connections

Warm, soft, and more comfortable than the best bedding.

Tannis the Great Tinker stood amidst a dazzling array of lights, rubbing her chin with her left thumb as she stared at the road ahead. Her face twitched. Just a second ago, she was piloting New Granzan in the 'Forced Repatriation' teleportation portal, waiting to be shoved back into World of Warcraft. But now... this place didn't look like World of Warcraft at all!

"Great Tinker, open your eyes, I am World of Warcraft."

However, before Tannis could reach out and try to determine whether she had been thrown into a dimensional rift or had her soul separated from her body and bound to some terrible place, a voice rang in her ears.

"..."

As the dazzling lights before her suddenly transformed into the vast grasslands where the Nexus Tree, the core of World of Warcraft, was located, Tanis's lips twitched, and she sat cross-legged on the ground.

"World of Warcraft, what's up?"

"Although things are over for both of us, I still want to do something. However, I can't do anything on my own. Because of your special soul, the only thing I can seek is your help."

The voice of World of Warcraft rang in Tannis's ears.

"Is it over?"

After a moment's thought, Tanis realized what World of Warcraft was trying to convey—in fact, from the moment the people of Azeroth's past were 'exiled,' in a sense, their reason for fighting had already ended—Sargeras, Amon, and the aggregate of Diablo's soul fragments were crushed, and their world was safe.

Then, Tannis understood what World of Warcraft wanted to do.

"Those souls banished to that universe?"

"Yes, that universe is collapsing—if nothing is done, they will vanish along with it—even if those beacons of hope sacrifice themselves, it will only slow their dissipation—I know this is essentially none of my business, but I want to help them."

"why?"

Tannis let out a soft breath, her mind racing—as a self-perfecting creation of World of Warcraft left behind by the Titans, this thought should theoretically 'not exist,' but now it truly existed, meaning...

“I don’t know, but I just want to help them—admittedly, they’ve caused me a lot of trouble, but that’s no reason to watch them scatter into the universe.”

"Okay, I think I understand the situation. It's just that... even though my situation is very special, with your help, solving their problems will be very troublesome, extremely troublesome—I will suffer heavy losses."

Tannis gently rubbed her temples and shrugged.

“If you help me, I will find a way to compensate you—compensation from a world.”

"Since you've put it that way, then..."

Tannis stretched out her hand and clenched it in mid-air; a scroll rolled out, shimmering with light.

"make a deal."

—————————————— Battlefield dividing line ————————————————

Why am I like this...?

Why do I always fail...?

Don't try to persuade me, I'm just a good-for-nothing....

I know the world is wonderful for you, but for us, it's a prison!

A colossal, curled-up aggregate of souls, as if trying to appear like an infant, still lingered where it had just been, like a withered leaf drifting through this universe. Each thought caused the universe to tremble slightly, each thought darkening the colors of this starry sky. Even more terrifying, visible cracks had appeared in the dim starry sky—undoubtedly, life in this universe, which should never have existed, had entered its countdown…

"If this continues, they will perish along with this universe. We must stop them from self-destructing."

Superman floated in the air, arms crossed, looking at the aggregate of souls that were still muttering to themselves, and spoke softly.

"However, if we want to stop them from continuing to sink into despair, there is only one way: to instill the beliefs and will that constitute us into their souls."

A giant of light appeared beside Superman. Although he did not speak, his voice clearly entered Superman's mind.

"Weren't we born to redeem them?"

Superman tilted his head slightly, glanced at the giant standing beside him, and said with a smile—he knew why he was born, and he knew that he was essentially a fake, but he was willing to embrace this fate.

"While there's nothing wrong with doing this, does it solve the root of the problem?"

Sun Wukong sat cross-legged on his somersault cloud, his hairy right hand twirling a head of monkey fur, grinning as he pointed out a terrible fact—admittedly, they could give these souls hope and dreams, and fill the emptiness these guys felt after being exploited by those three bastards for so long, but what they could give was ultimately limited—if no one took over their mission later, their actions would be no different from a mirage.

“I believe that some of them will rediscover their dreams and lead others out of this abyss. It may take a long time, but there will definitely be souls that will do it.”

"I'm just afraid they'll be gone before they even get started! The time... never mind! I don't want to think about it anymore! We don't have any other choice!"

Looking around, Sun Wukong noticed that the stability of the surrounding space had decreased by one point. He lowered his hand that was grabbing his hair, clenched his fist, took a deep breath, transformed into the Dharma Body of Heaven and Earth, and then stretched out his hands to tightly embrace the aggregate of the pitiful soul. Instantly, marks of 'corrosion' appeared on Sun Wukong's body!