"Ha ha, the Legion is unbeatable. The Legion is invincible under heaven. You pitiful maggots, make your final dying struggle." Seeing the battle proceed smoothly and Maldraxxus's war fortresses blown apart one after another, Archimonde laughed.
Feeling pleased with himself, he declared victory ahead of time.
But in the next instant, it was as if something had slammed hard into his face.
He sensed a powerful force tearing through space, a force that made even a great demon like him feel uneasy.
"What... what kind of power is this?" Archimonde felt threatened.
Before he could figure out the source of that power, a huge spatial rift opened in the sky above Maldraxxus. Then the heavens were shrouded in darkness, and countless armies from The Maw descended.
And at the center of this incomparably vast army stood a gigantic armored figure. His savage armor did not merely possess powerful defensive strength; it also radiated an intimidating aura.
"Demons... oh, so many souls. Endless anima. Come, Burning Legion. Become my anima." When the Jailer saw the boundless demon army, he was not afraid. Instead, he grew faintly excited.
Then, with a wave of his great hand, The Maw's army surged toward the demons, and the two sides began an endless slaughter.
Amid the boundless battle, the Jailer Zovaal strode forward and charged toward Archimonde. "And there is the strongest demon. I like your soul. Let us see how much anima can be extracted from it."
"You... what are you, to dare look down on me, The Defiler?" Archimonde said. "I once destroyed countless worlds. Even Titan souls tremble upon my throne. The Dark Titan Sargeras is my master. You lords of Death Power—where do you get the courage to challenge my dignity?" Archimonde refused to lose in spirit even if he lost