Chapter 408

Azshara could hardly believe her own ears—someone actually dared to speak to her like that! She was the queen of the night elf empire! The most beautiful woman in all of Azeroth.

Even when she had sunk to the seabed and was about to die, that old god had reached out to help her, yet Queen Azshara had not submitted to him.

"Answer me! Ugly octopus monster, what is your choice?" Hexri Weng pressed his fel-energy sword against Queen Azshara's neck, his face cold as he spoke.

Ugly octopus monster—what a grating sound, what an ironic title! She was Queen Azshara, Queen Azshara—when had she ever had to endure such humiliation! But looking at the several arms behind her, those monster-like claws, once the most beautiful legs in the world, now turned into tentacle-like things.

Her once waterfall-like beautiful hair had also become monstrous, like an octopus's head—was she really this ugly now? "Who is your so-called god? I feel powerful fel energy on this sword—are you from the Burning Legion?" Azshara turned her head and asked.

This man's shoulder emanated powerful fel energy—this fel power, she had only felt it on Archimonde and Kil'jaeden before.

But among the others accompanying him, one woman possessed great holy light power, another had life energy, and yet another had arcane energy—after all, arcane energy was a power Azshara was most familiar with.

"You have no right to ask me questions. My patience is limited. Now I count to three—if you don't agree, I'll kill you." Hexri Weng finished speaking, raising his fel-energy sword high—meaning clear as day: wrong answer, and he'd chop off her head with one stroke.

Seeing this, Azshara gritted her teeth—this bunch of bastards completely disregarded common sense!

Even that old god, back then, had negotiated terms with her—but this one came straight to kill her? As death loomed before her, the queen fell silent—she did not want to die, after all, she was an ancient monster who had lived over ten thousand years.

She still did not want to meet her death—she still had an unfulfilled wish!

She still wanted to take revenge on Sargeras, the man who deceived her, and on the old god who enslaved her! Most importantly, she still hoped one day to restore her original appearance and once again claim the title of the most beautiful woman in Azeroth.

"One!"

"Behind me stands an old god—if you dare kill me, the old god will destroy you." Azshara spoke.

"Two!" Hexri and Liwen's swords began to radiate powerful cosmic energy, and fel energy started to gather.

"Alright! Alright! I surrender—but at least tell me who I will serve in the future!" Queen Azshara finally chose to submit, for she truly did not want to die.

"Wise choice, but for now you are not yet worthy to know my god's name. When we complete our next mission, we will bring you to see my god." Hexri Weng sheathed his fel-energy sword, speaking with a haughty expression.

"Do you still have a mission? Isn't your task to come subdue me, then enslave the entire naga race?" Queen Azshara asked.

"You're just along for the ride!" Titan walked over, snorted coldly, and said.

What an utterly hideous woman—disgusting octopus tentacles, and those animal-claw-like arms, octopus-like head—I truly don't know why Lord Luode would want them to spare this monster's life.

This underwater race is nothing but a bunch of monsters.

If it weren't for Lord Luode's special order, these underwater monsters would have no chance of survival—these four would directly exterminate this underwater race completely.

They wouldn't even need to lift a finger—handing it over to the Golden Saints would be enough, and even the Golden Saints are overkill; sending just any warrior with a sixth sense would suffice.

"Alright, it seems you need my cooperation—speak! What mission? I estimate you need my help for this task." Azshara spoke.

I'm already impatiently eager to know who this so-called god really is—could it be Sargeras? No! Please! Damn it! By all means, let it not be that dark Titan!

Azshara loathed Sargeras to the extreme—back then she had wanted to marry him, become his wife, mistress of the Burning Legion, but sadly, Sargeras never regarded her as a person.

He only wanted to use her! This dealt Azshara Queen a severe blow to her heart, and thus she came to hate the Burning Legion and Sargeras.

"Our mission is to kill the old god here—it's said you have a very close connection with him, right? That old god called N'zoth?" Among the Four Heavenly Kings of Luode, the Titan in charge of life stepped forward and asked.

"Your target is N'zoth? You came to kill him?" Queen Azshara asked, her face full of surprise.

"Exactly! We came to kill the old god—now tell me, where is that old god? How do we enter his awakened city?"

"Do you think I can do that? Please—if I could get in, I would have already released it. To open the Awakened City of Ny'alotha, we need the Titan's relics; we need the Tidestone to break the seal.

And even if we could break the seal, I wouldn't advise you to do so—that thing is dangerous to the extreme, and even imprisoned, it possesses power to the extreme, even capable of instantly altering a species' form—once I was not this monster-like appearance." Queen Azshara spoke.

"We don't need that—now take us there, we'll open that prison cage, then slaughter it."

"Alright! Since you're so confident, then let's go! I'll say it first—I won't participate in battle." Queen Azshara stood up and spoke.

"That minuscule combat power wouldn't help at all—just honestly lead us to that prison, and we'll handle the rest; you needn't worry." The Four Heavenly Kings snorted coldly, directly bringing Queen Azshara to the sealed underwater temple.

This was an ancient city built during the Dark Empire era—just as they approached, the Four Heavenly Kings and the twelve Golden Saints felt a powerful dark aura, even a voice whispering in their ears.

But the power of the cosmos is miraculous—any Golden Saint who has grasped the Seventh Sense gains immense telekinetic and psychic power from their cosmos, and as warriors of Luode.

Luode's divine cosmos, Yatianna's divine cosmos, Palas's wisdom cosmos—all will protect these warriors; an ordinary old god cannot affect them.

"Submit to me, and I am the king of the world."

"Only by submitting to me is there any way out for you."

"I am the master of all things, I am the lord of the Dark Empire."

"Enough, monster—shut up! Your voice is as annoying as a fly.

You filthy, ugly monster—before my god, you are nothing but a lowly reptile." The Four Heavenly Kings roared.

(One of the Four Heavenly Kings is named Titan—for clarity later, I'll just refer to them as the Four Heavenly Kings here, after all they're just side characters.) What kind of monster dares to extort? Its master dares to call himself a god? Such a monster dares to call himself a god! When did the prestige of gods drop to this level? Moreover, the combat power of these Four Heavenly Kings is not much different from that of second-rate gods.

"My warriors, in a moment I will lift the seal here, then you all—Golden Saints and Four Heavenly Kings—will attack this monster together." At that moment, a holy and immensely terrifying pressure-filled voice echoed before the Awakened City.

Then a golden power enveloped the entire Awakened City, completely isolating it from the outside world.

Here, Luode, Yatianna, and Palas have already acted, using their divine cosmos to forge the Awakened City, separating it from Sargeras' Azeroth.

Even Luode used a thread of spatial power, placing everyone in a spatial refuge—no matter how fierce the battle here, it won't affect the outside world.

"This, this is, you, you are who? What kind of person are you?" Azshara asked, face full of terror—this holy, incomparable power, even one that could make all things submit, made her heart tremble with fear! Moreover, the opponent seemed to have used some powerful mental space spell! Completely isolating the Awakened City Ny'alotha from the outside world.

What tremendous power this is—even Sargeras could not do this, for if Sargeras could,

he would not have been stranded outside the portal back then, but would have entered Sargeras and burned the entire world to ashes.

Moreover, this overwhelming pressure made her feel as if she were about to suffocate—this power completely and utterly surpassed the dark god.

"Yes, my god—we will immediately slay this dark monster, then fulfill your command." The Four Heavenly Kings and many Golden Saints dropped to one knee together, speaking.

Seeing this, Queen Azshara also imitated them, kneeling with her tendrils on the ground, pressing her forehead to the floor.

"Looks like! This is an immensely powerful being! 'I trust you, my warriors—you are Queen Azshara, right? Serve me well, and when you see me, I will restore your original form.'" Luode spoke.

Famed as the most beautiful woman of Azeroth, Luode naturally wanted to see her appearance. With his current divine power and divine cosmos, lifting the curse of the old god N'zoth from her would be effortless—he could completely use the power of order to turn her back into a night elf.

Upon hearing this, Queen Azshara's face instantly lit up with astonished joy—even her eyes were filled with excitement—this was the best news for her.

"Thank you, great god—I will surely serve you well, I will show you my worth." Queen Azshara spoke.

Next, Luode had no idle talk—he directly used his overwhelming divine power to break through Titan's seal.

Before, he indeed could not forcibly break Titan's seal, but now it's different—the domineering nature of the cosmos has revealed itself.

Even now, in terms of combat power, Luode has confidence in using the power of the small universe to deal with a Titan and blast it to pieces.

This seal was broken, and the ancient god Enzoss, who had been sealed for tens of thousands of years, also came out, and the countless monsters he created, the army of the faceless, and the dark void monsters also came out.

"I will regret opening my cage; this world is mine, this world belongs to the void, your world, no one can escape." Enzoss immediately released his grandiose words.

However, the dark army he dispatched, in the face of the light-speed punches of the Golden Saints, in the face of various golden battle achievements, was simply like paper paste.

"Starlight Extinction!"

"Super Large Horn!"

"Galaxy Starburst!"

"Accumulated Corpse Spirit Soul Burial Break!"

"Lightning Light-Speed Fist!"

"Heavenly Demon Subjugation!"

"Lushan Hundred Dragons Tyrant!"

"Holy City Flash Pulse."

"Crimson Poison Needle."

"Holy Sword!"

"Aurora Execution!"

"Royal Magic Palace Rose!"

The twelve Golden Saints each used their ultimate moves; previously on the planet Azeroth, Lord Luode did not allow them to use their ultimate moves, as it might destroy the entire continent.

Now, being in a different space and having the protection of their own deity's small universe, the twelve Golden Saints directly activated their ultimate move mode.

Soaring golden light appeared! The entire Awakening City was submerged in golden light, and the solar radiance displayed by the twelve Golden Saints illuminated this dark city.

The powerful golden flash left no place for the monsters in the darkness to hide, and all the void monsters emitted mournful cries.

Then their bodies began to vaporize as if burned by flames, emitting black smoke.

"Ah ah ah!" Even Enzoss himself let out a mournful cry, for at this moment the Four Heavenly Kings were calling him.

Because of Luode's earlier reminder, only the blast furnace waved the holy light attribute holy sword in attacking this ancient god, while the other three Heavenly Kings burned their own small universe and then attacked this ancient god.

At this moment, Aisala's expression was exquisite to the extreme, her mouth wide open, her eyes staring wide like eggs.

Are you kidding? Please, this is not just some cat or dog; this, this is an ancient god! The ancient god from legend, you, you actually just beat him like this.

My goodness! These guys, these guys, where did they come from?

The battle lasted a short time; under the comprehensive cleanup of the twelve Golden Saints, even the faceless monsters and faceless generals were quickly cleaned up spotless.

The power of the small universe left these dark monsters with no power to resist; without the small universe, and with those who have it, the disadvantage in battle would be infinitely amplified.

The destructive power produced by the small universe, as well as the speed enhancement, are things other energies fundamentally lack.

In the end, the battle did not disappoint Luode; the Four Heavenly Kings used their holy swords to directly carry out a cruel dismemberment of this ancient god.

"This is not the fate of the void, this is not my fate!

It should not be like this, Naszari'o, where are you? Come quickly to save me, come quickly to save your master." At this moment, Enzoss had only a head left, showing an expression of extreme despair, and began to call for his most powerful servant.

Originally, I thought breaking their cage was a very foolish way, after all, even if a large group of Titans came back then.

They would not dare to forcibly eliminate these ancient gods, for if they did, the consequences would be quite severe.

Their roots had already taken hold on Azeroth, because those hateful Titans, they had been sealed for tens of thousands of years, and tens of thousands of years had caused their roots to lose nutrient supply and become disconnected from Azeroth.

And this unknown god, even the other party did not appear, merely using spatial ability to imprison himself.

Then his subordinates, this group of warriors, beat him to the point of having no power to fight back.

Know that the Four Heavenly Kings themselves are god-level; their combat power, with the assistance of the small universe, on this land of Azeroth, is basically an invincible existence; whoever comes will find it useless.

At this moment, in the depths of the earth's core, another place under the Maelstrom seabed, a huge black dragon also opened its eyes.

He was once the Earth Warder, chosen by the Titan Warders as the five-colored giant dragon, the controller of the Black Dragonflight, Naszari'o.

But on the eve of the ancient war, he was corrupted by the dark power of the ancient god; Enzoss's whispers constantly echoed in his ears, driving him mad.

Thus he deceived his allies, ambushed his brothers, and the result was eternal exile, hiding in a place where birds do not lay eggs and chickens do not defecate.

Now, his master, nominal master, has begun calling him again, because he has been infected by the power of the ancient god.

Therefore, Naszari'o cannot refuse the ancient god's command; no matter what the ancient god demands, he can only agree.

However, at this moment, the ancient god Enzoss seems to have been dragged into another space by someone; even with the power of his Black Dragonflight leadership, he cannot break through this spatial barrier.

Moreover, because he has been isolated into another space, Naszari'o feels that the whispers in his ears have already disappeared, and even the influence of the ancient god on him has weakened.

The Black Dragon King has for the first time had the thought of rebelling against the ancient god.

Go die! My great master!

At this moment, in the Awakening City, the final desperate cry of the ancient god Enzoss had no effect; he died miserably at the hands of the Four Heavenly Kings. (End of chapter)