The Corruption and Redemption of Titans: a test of the will of all living beings.
As it turns out, even getting close to a single Titans is extremely dangerous.
More and more Highborne, unable to pass the willpower test, revealed pious expressions.
It won't be long before they sing praises of the Titans and become servants of Aman'Thul.
This is a Redemption power working deep within the soul, in accordance with some fundamental law of this universe. Robbie found himself completely unaffected, probably because of the different souls from different universes.
Illidan and Xavius were both panicked. The Titans' Redemption stirred a deep emotion within them, making it difficult for them to contain their reverence and praise for the Titans.
Only Queen Azshara remained unfazed. She carefully observed Robbie and slowly nodded.
"Even the Titans' power has its limits," Queen Azshara said calmly, handing Robbie a black Magic Scroll. "After I and all the Highborne to the Titans, you will tear open this scroll in fifteen minutes."
Robbie, puzzled, asked curiously, "Since this scroll can prevent everyone from falling into Titans's Redemption, why not use it sooner? Why wait until that moment?"
"Witnessing the truth is more important than anything else." Queen Azshara said solemnly, "When a god gazes upon you, you also gain the opportunity to spy on a god. If you can climb out of the Abyss of the gods, you will know the truth about them. I must take this risk. We will surely fail this time, but we will surely win in the future."
Is this the price that must be paid for victory?
Queen Azshara exhausted herself trying to learn more about the Titans.
A holy light enveloped hundreds of thousands of Highborne elves, and Illidan and Xavius fell one after another, piously singing praises to the Titans.
Finally, Queen Azshara also lost consciousness, chanting a Titans hymn. Only the vertical eye between her eyebrows remained clear, as if observing something.
A countdown appeared before Robbie's eyes, starting as the Queen began to sing praises to the Titans.
As soon as the countdown ended, Robbie immediately tore open the Magic Scroll.
Inside the Sea King Trident, hundreds of Portals opened simultaneously, leading to the dark Void.
A massive horde of Demons poured out of the Portal. These were the most vicious Fel Imp in the universe, all newborn, no bigger than a thumb, and Imp numbers were overwhelming and endless.
It is said that the Fel Imps are born in the Earth's core, and from birth they devour and fight each other. They are not large or strong, but they are extremely ferocious.
Although the newly hatched Fel Imps are small, each one is still a soul unit.
The newborn Fel Imp's will was weak; in an instant, the Titans' Redemption took control of the feeble-willed Fel Imp, who stammered out the Titans's hymn.
But there were simply too many Fel Imp, constantly pouring out from hundreds of Portals.
At the same time, the magical device inside the Sea King Trident activated, sending these devout Fel Imps out of the spaceship to sing and praise on the Titans's skin.
Aman'Thul heard the Highborne's hymns from within the Sea King Trident and thought he had already won.
But then he saw a large swarm of Fel Imps pouring out of Sea King Trident, chanting hymns incessantly.
Countless Fel Imps, like a freely flowing sea, quickly covered the back of Aman'Thul's hand.
"Not good."
Aman'Thul's powerful calculation abilities allowed him to immediately detect Queen Azshara's plot.
Titans's abilities also have limits; his Redemption power is not limitless, as it requires the consumption of energy within his body.
"What a pointless and tedious scheme; it makes no sense at all."
The holy light vanished from Aman'Thul's skin, Aman'Thul voluntarily ceased his power of Redemption, awakening hundreds of thousands of Night Elves from their delusion.
Illidan.
Queen Azshara gave the order loudly: the old forces had just been withdrawn, and the new forces had not yet been generated; this was the perfect opportunity to strike.
Illidan moved, N'Zoth's massive body vanished from the Titans's hand, its thousands of tentacles coiling around Aman'Thul's little finger.
Aman'Thul reacted just as quickly. Before the tentacles could wrap around his fingers, time seemed to freeze for a moment. Then, he flipped his wrist, grasped N'Zoth's body, and with a fierce squeeze, countless Thunder erupted from his palm.
N'Zoth's body quickly tore into pieces, thousands of tentacles snapped off, streaking across the night sky and falling from the outer heavens to Azeroth as meteors—a rare and spectacular meteor shower.
Seeing N'Zoth defeated so easily, Yogg-Saron didn't hesitate and shed most of his tentacles to escape. Aman'Thul struck him with a palm, and Yogg-Saron's body was also torn to pieces, turning to ashes under the Titans's Thunder.
The Old Gods were very resilient, Aman'Thul knew this very well; he had not completely killed N'Zoth and Yogg-Saron.
But he still won easily; the Old Gods were pitifully weak before the Highfather.
"This is."
Aman'Thul suddenly felt a piercing pain; his right little finger had disappeared. Golden divine blood rained down from the sky, and these Flames turned into raging fires upon contact with the air.
Terrifying Flames descended from the sky, engulfing many parts of the Azeroth Continent in Flames.
"What exactly happened? How was the little finger severed?"
Aman'Thul recalled that brief moment but couldn't recall anything. The only thing he could confirm was that the Sea King Trident forged by the Highborne was gone and hadn't been destroyed along with N'Zoth's body.
Aman'Thul's little finger was taken away by the Sea King Trident, and the magic ring on his little finger fell to the ground, causing a huge roar. Later, an Un'Goro Crater formed there, which people called Un'Goro Crater.
The Highfather wore magical rings on all ten of his fingers. The ring on his little finger came from the Death Lord and held the power of death. During its fall, the gemstone inlaid in the ring fell off and crashed into the depths of the earth, later becoming an underground city that connects to the realm of the dead, which humans called Undercity.
"I have been wounded, losing a little finger. What a disgrace! Azeroth must pay for your sins and face the wrath of the Highfather."
Enraged, Aman'Thul's emotions surged violently. He disregarded his defenses against Sargeras and, eager to vent his anger, clenched Aman'Thul left fist and slammed it hard into the continental plate of Azeroth.
The Sundering.
Looking down from high above, a massive vortex appeared in the center of the original continent. Terrifying forces tore at the earth, uprooting mountains and cracking vast swathes of land under the Titans's immense power. The once unified continent rapidly shattered into pieces, seawater overflowed, volcanoes erupted, and endless smoke and dust surged into the sky, forming a thick layer of ash.
With just one strike from Aman'Thul, over 99 percent of all life on Earth was wiped out.
The Sea King Trident floated silently in the Void, its final strike aimed at Aman'Thul. The weapon, converted from the spaceship, was torn to shreds by the immense force.
The Highborne were busy repairing their spaceship, while Queen Azshara gazed at the night sky outside.
Floating there is a giant finger, the little finger of Aman'Thul.
Illidan was exhausted and fell into a coma. In his final moments, he unleashed a crucial attack, a technique of the Old Gods that was not even in the Titans' database. He had been severely Corruption power.
Aman'Thul shattered the Azeroth Continent with a single punch, and took a deep breath.
Behind him, a green Portal several times larger than a planet slowly opened.