After disposing of the two Iron Vrykul guards, Xal'atath pushed open the brass doors, which stood nearly thirty meters tall.
Beyond the brass doors lay the hall where Loken was.
The decadent chief Titan Keeper was slumped on his throne, striking the pose of a thinker.
He heard the tremendous noise of the brass doors opening.
Loken lazily glanced toward the entrance.
Yet the mysterious figure at the doorway, shrouded in purplish-black mist, failed to interest him in the slightest.
Because no matter what sort of intruder came, they would soon be beaten to death.
That useless Loken actually looked perfectly calm.
Though somewhat puzzled, Xal'atath still flew over menacingly, ready to tear off one of his arms first.
The mission was only to capture Loken alive; it said nothing about keeping his body intact.
Just as Xal'atath approached Loken, a gigantic Beetleman rushed out from behind the throne and slammed hard into Xal'atath.
The gigantic Beetleman stood a head taller than Loken and was much broader.
From a distance, it looked like a huge green beetle standing upright.
But up close, its octopus head, complete with several tentacles, came into view.
Calling it a Beetleman became rather questionable!
What kind of Beetleman had an octopus head?
In fact, this was one of the Faceless Ones.
And a general-class Faceless One at that.
Faceless Ones Generals were the Old Gods' most capable servants.
They could pin demigod-level Titan Keepers to the ground and thrash them.
Yogg-Saron was particularly adept at cultivating Faceless Ones Generals.
Tyr, once hailed as the War God, had been beaten to death by a Faceless Ones General he had sent.
Even when Tyr detonated his own energy core, he had only managed to blast it to death temporarily.
After the passage of long ages, that Faceless