Aman'thul

Aiden's first sight was of Kil'jaeden, wounded, kneeling before a pyramid-shaped altar, answering with utmost respect, "Master, I have brought him!"

Hundreds of demons guarded this altar. Their numbers weren't large, but each one was incredibly powerful. If they were outside, they would certainly be great overlords leading tens of thousands of demons. But here, they were just ordinary guardians.

Aiden became more vigilant. Kil'jaeden had only one master—Sargeras! So, was this where Sargeras's soul resided?

"Mortal, you have caused me some trouble. But I still need to thank you for bringing my heart before me, allowing me to be reborn." Sargeras's indifferent voice transmitted into Aiden's mind, as if victory was already assured. "Are you going to willingly offer my heart, or are you prepared to hand it over after being defeated?"

"Are you talking about this, Sargeras?" Aiden took out the heart and held it in his hand.

"That's right, that is my heart." Even Sargeras couldn't maintain his composure; Aiden sensed the urgency in his voice. For this being, who had been nearly invincible since his birth, the setbacks of the past few centuries and the humiliation of losing his power made Sargeras extremely eager to be resurrected, to let his enemies witness his true power!

"I'm preparing—" Aiden fused the three powers together, transmitting them through his palm into the metallic heart, "—to feed it something!"

"You! How dare you!" Sargeras's angry voice echoed around the altar. Since becoming the Dark Titan, his once noble heart had been tainted by hatred. This dark heart couldn't withstand the pure, healing positive energy. As Aiden infused the energy into it, Sargeras could clearly feel his heart being rapidly corroded by this power!

"Kill him!" The Dark Titan immediately issued the order to his subordinates.

The loyal Kil'jaeden was the first to rush forward, and the other powerful demons followed closely behind, swarming towards him.

Seeing that his opponent was desperate, Aiden immediately waved the Staff of Time, freezing time in this place. The onrushing demons were frozen in the void. He didn't know how long it would take to completely destroy this heart. Now, Naru's energy couldn't be transmitted to him here. With his own power alone, he wasn't even a match for Kil'jaeden, let alone so many other powerful guardians. He could only try to destroy the heart as much as possible before the power of time ran out, and then quickly escape.

"The power of time—" Sargeras's mind was not restricted by time; he immediately noticed the anomaly. "Aman'Thul? Are you plotting against me!"

"But your pawn is too weak!" Sargeras roared.

Just like Kael'thas's experience when injecting energy into the heart in the Tomb of Sargeras, Sargeras's soul power activated, and Aiden immediately felt his consciousness being sucked into an absolutely dark and twisted place.

His soul saw another figure appear before him: it was more than ten meters tall, with bronze skin, and fel flames erupting from all his orifices. Cracks all over his skin were burning fiercely.

The Dark Titan—Sargeras!

Aiden said, "Sargeras, are you planning to repeat the same trick and control my soul and body?"

Kael'thas had already told him about this scene. But Sargeras couldn't even control that lich, so he shouldn't be able to control him either.

Sargeras remembered his failed attempt at control not long ago, "You are in league with them!"

"That's right, we're in league." Aiden smiled. He could feel his body, the holy power and the power of nature were still burning the heart. He wasn't worried at all.

"So you think you can escape my control too?" Sargeras roared angrily, "Wishful thinking!"

The Dark Titan's soul unleashed a powerful impact. In this virtual realm, such an attack was impossible to dodge. Aiden could only strengthen his will to resist this force.

"Boom," he felt like he had been hit on the head with an iron hammer, his vision went dark, and he almost fainted. How could Sargeras be so strong? Or did he only use a small portion of his power when dealing with Kael'thas?

"My power in Azeroth is less than one ten-thousandth. Here, I will be invincible!" Sargeras roared madly. He re-gathered a mental force and attacked Aiden's soul again.

Yes, this was the power that the strongest being in the universe should have.

'No, I can't withstand it head-on like this.' Aiden's soul strength couldn't withstand such an impact. At most two or three times and he could only be at his mercy. 'What power can resist pure mental attacks?'

He was also in a soul state now—yes, a soul state. Just like before when he could use this state to enter the River of Time, concealing the prying of the strong from the timeline. He had to use the power of the Void to resist the attack of the Void!

Aiden tried to empty his mind, forgetting the pain caused by the previous impact. What kind of power in the Twisting Nether could be mobilized by the soul?

However, Sargeras's soul body had already given him the answer—darkness, distortion, fel, this was the Titan's soul body, the power from the Twisting Nether.

There was also a torrent of arcane magic here.

Aiden came back to his senses, Sargeras's soul attack was almost upon him. He sensed the primordial arcane energy, which was mobilized by his will and transformed into an invisible shield, blocking most of the attack. Although the remaining part still made his vision go dark, he was confident that he had found a way to fight back.

To delay was to win!

Sargeras couldn't be so leisurely. He mobilized all his power, and the powerful impact, like a monstrous wave, crashed over, making Aiden suffer unspeakably. After all, the other party had been one of the strongest beings in the universe for countless years. Even if only his soul remained, it was definitely stronger than the power he had just comprehended.

"Very good, very good!" Sargeras had obviously sensed that his heart was being purified by positive energy, which was the most serious harm to him. He knew he couldn't attack mindlessly like this anymore. "You can make me make a risky decision. You can be considered my opponent. Mortal."

Sargeras's voice became calm, like the calm before a storm.

Seeing him walk over step by step, Aiden immediately became vigilant. Was he going to unleash a big move?

"For hundreds of thousands of years, you will be the first person to make me actively merge. We are about to become one!" Sargeras's voice was filled with indescribable emotions. He had once been the strongest warrior of the Pantheon, and later the leader of the most powerful legion in the universe. Even being killed by Aegwynn didn't mean that he could only rely on finding his heart to be resurrected.

As long as he was willing, he could choose a loyal subordinate and actively merge his soul. The souls and memories of the two would become one. As long as the soul of the merged object was not stronger than Sargeras, then after the fusion, his soul would still be the absolute dominant one.

Aiden only felt a huge force binding him, and even his arcane torrent protection was useless. Sargeras's soul enveloped his soul, and was about to begin merging immediately. And he had no way to resist!

Wasn't this the situation when Arthas put on the Helm of Domination?

"We will become one!"

"I don't want to become a demon!" Aiden was terrified. 'What should I do, what method can stop this madman!'

The thought of becoming the leader of the Burning Legion in the future, leading a group of twisted monsters to destroy one world after another, possibly including Valoran and Azeroth. Perhaps those comrades and heroes who had fought side by side with him, risking their lives, would become his enemies, leading a group of righteous people against him.

No, not perhaps, it was certain.

Kayle, that angel would definitely do that!

And those paladins, all those who were unwilling to be enslaved or destroyed by the Burning Legion, would draw their swords against him.

However, Sargeras's first wisp of will had already merged in. He couldn't resist at all. Could only a miracle save him?

Aiden "saw" some scenes: Sargeras, still a bronze Titan, leading the Titans in a bloody battle against the demons of the abyss. He held the most powerful sword in the universe, "Gorshalach", and any fallen enemy was cut into pieces under his attack.

Next was the second scene. Sargeras forcibly sacrificed most of his power to enter Azeroth, wanting to subvert this world. But when he was still hunting dragons to restore his strength, the most powerful guardian of mankind, Aegwynn, suddenly descended and used her powerful magic to disintegrate Sargeras's body. He could only feign death and entrust his soul to her body, quietly waiting for an opportunity to rise again.

Then came the third scene—Aiden saw Sargeras's original soul form in the altar—not the dark and twisted soul he saw now, but a bronze disc. That was Sargeras's soul. A solid, tangible disc! Next to the disc was a huge broken sword, which was part of the Dark Reaver, the "Dark Boiled."

More and more images were flooding in, and Aiden even began to wonder who he was?

Am I Sargeras? The most powerful dark titan in the universe, the master of the Burning Legion?

Am I Aiden? From Earth, crossing over to Azeroth with the Heart of Valoran?

Just as he was confused, another voice suddenly entered his mind: "You are Aiden."

Aiden immediately regained his clarity, realizing that he was being influenced by Sargeras's consciousness, and perhaps soon he would be completely lost.

"Who are you?" Could the person who reminded him be a miraculous rescuer?

"I am Aman'Thul," the voice replied.

The Father of the Gods! The ruler of the Pantheon! Sargeras's brother! The Titan who granted the Bronze Dragons the power to manipulate time! The true master of time!

Aiden hurriedly shouted, "Quick, quick, quickly pull your brother away! I don't want to merge with him!"

However, his will was already connected to Sargeras, and the dark titan immediately sensed Aman'Thul's arrival. He angrily shouted, "It really is you! Aman'Thul! You ambushed me!"

"I am trying to save you," Aman'Thul replied.

"No one needs your salvation! My path is the right one!" Sargeras roared angrily, "And you can't stop me!"

Aiden immediately felt an even greater will merge into his soul. This was no longer a peaceful transition, but a domineering seizure. For the two sides who were merging, this was a lose-lose situation. But Sargeras couldn't wait any longer. If he was really stopped by Aman'Thul, no one knew what would happen.

Aiden then heard Aman'Thul's voice, and even the Father of the Gods seemed a little anxious: "Aiden, remember your identity! I will help you resist Sargeras's fusion, hold on!"

"Then hurry up!" Aiden felt as if his soul was about to burst, and chaotic memories kept flooding in. He didn't know how long he could last, and perhaps in the next moment, he would be completely controlled by Sargeras.

'I am Sargeras,' he had such a thought, and his soul almost immediately stopped resisting the other party's fusion.

"Aiden!" Aman'Thul's voice came again.

Aiden suddenly recalled a memory from his childhood. His father was a junior high school Chinese teacher, and he once asked his father: "Dad, what does my name mean?"

"Aiden, Aiden, it means upholding the Han Chinese tradition, not forgetting our bloodline, and not worshiping foreign things," his father replied.

It wasn't until he grew up that Aiden understood the earnest hope that his father, a Chinese teacher for more than twenty years, had placed in his name.

"I am not Sargeras, nor am I the savior of Valoran, nor am I the leader who crossed over to Azeroth," his heart was clear. "I am Aiden, an ordinary person who lived on Earth for more than twenty years."

The past and the present were strictly separated in his mind. Aiden completely abandoned those memories after crossing over, letting Sargeras fuse with them. He only remembered one thing: I am just an ordinary person from Earth.

"Continue to guard your mind. I will use the power of time to send you away from the Twisting Nether!" Aman'Thul's voice seemed relieved. If Aiden was really fused, then the Pantheon would really be in big trouble!

Around this altar, the time that Aiden had originally imprisoned had long returned to normal when he was forced to merge. Kil'jaeden and many demon guards were preparing to rush up and kill this guy, but the will of their great master suddenly descended and stopped their actions.

Sargeras was merging with this human!

Kil'jaeden stepped aside, feeling a little uncomfortable. His master finally chose such a body, instead of directly resurrecting with his heart.

In the future, the master of the Burning Legion would become this human in front of him. And the original master, Sargeras's soul, would inevitably be influenced by this human to some extent.

'Since it is destined to be reborn in this way, why not choose someone from the Burning Legion?' Kil'jaeden thought. 'If I were chosen, I would gladly accept this power!'

But this was just his inner thought, and his master's actions would not be influenced by him at all.

At this moment, Archimonde also appeared next to the altar. There were some more traces of Holy Light burns on his body. These were the wounds he suffered when he forcibly tore through the Holy Light barrier again, attacked by the Naaru.

He saw Aiden standing there blankly, and almost immediately rushed over to tear this guy who had hurt him and caused his brothers to be punished by Sargeras into pieces, but Kil'jaeden immediately stopped him.

"The master wants to merge with him? This human?" Archimonde was as unconvinced as Kil'jaeden. His eyes flashed fiercely, and a thought flashed in his mind—what would happen if he killed this human now?

The fusion would fail, and their master Sargeras would suffer great trauma. Perhaps he would lose control of the Burning Legion. Then he, the great Archimonde, would truly become the actual commander of the Burning Legion!

This thought was so tempting that his body began to tremble slightly with excitement, and his sharp claws unconsciously mimicked the action of twisting an enemy's neck.

For tens of thousands of years, Kil'jaeden had known his brother's character, and he immediately stared at him sternly, telling him to dismiss this idea.

Archimonde was a little unconvinced and glared at Kil'jaeden.

At this moment, the surrounding space began to fluctuate, and the super-large Naaru fortress emerged from a void rift. The strong Holy Light illuminated the surroundings of the altar as bright as day. This was a rare sight in the dark and deep Twisting Nether.

"It's Aiden!"

"And Kil'jaeden and Archimonde!"

"He's surrounded."

"This seems to be Sargeras's Tomb!"

"He should be fighting Sargeras!"

"Let's quickly transmit power to him!"

The Naaru immediately reached a consensus. Their powerful Holy Light instantly shone on Aiden's body, completely bathing him in Holy Light.

This external help allowed Aiden to last longer.

Whether Aman'Thul had anticipated all of this, such a strong reinforcement came when Aiden was about to be unable to hold on.

"It's the Naaru!"

"Drive them away!"

The demon guards of Sargeras's Tomb immediately rushed towards the Naaru fortress. The Holy Light barrier was reactivated, and the attacks of these demons all landed on the barrier.

Kil'jaeden pulled Archimonde and said meaningfully, "Let's go, brother, or it will be too late!"

Archimonde looked at Aiden, who was protected by the power of the Naaru. Even though he was extremely unwilling, he could only give up his previous thoughts. He no longer had a chance.

This made him even more resentful towards these Naaru who spoiled things, it was they who ruined everything!

Archimonde roared, broke through the void and rushed up, his sharp claws slammed **** on the Holy Light barrier, creating bursts of ripples.

Kil'jaeden also rushed up, casting fel spells to pollute the Holy Light. He was much more sober than his brother. Even though he didn't like Sargeras's current decision, he couldn't let their master suffer heavy damage.

The Twisting Nether was not dominated by the Burning Legion alone. Their current status was entirely due to the fear and prestige that Sargeras had spread in the universe for hundreds of thousands of years. Once their enemies discovered that Sargeras had encountered betrayal from his subordinates, then these enemies would swarm up. At that time, even if they were strong, they might not be able to hold on.

Sargeras could not die, nor could he suffer heavy damage.

It was not the time yet!