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"It's you!" Archimonde made out the figure outside the crumbling walls. In his long life of tens of thousands of years, few could injure Archimonde, and even fewer had given him humiliating memories. Yet, this person was one of them, especially since that embarrassing memory had occurred not long ago. He would never forget it!

"It is I. How have you been!" Seeing that the other party had revealed the Scepter of Sargeras, Aiden naturally took out the Eye of Sargeras.

Archimonde, nearly twenty meters tall, strode forward, squinting at the tiny human. "This time, there's no Aman'Thul, no Naaru, who can save you now?" Archimonde realized that this time, the battlefield was in the physical realm. Aiden could no longer borrow any external force, nor could he use the rules of the Twisting Nether. He was as fragile and vulnerable as any other mortal!

And his own power in this world was invincible!

Aiden said, "I could defeat you in your territory. Now that we're in my own, I can do it again!"

His confidence made Archimonde somewhat wary. But only somewhat. Archimonde could sense Aiden's strength, which was simply not enough to pose any threat to him—as long as he could ensure the Scepter of Sargeras was in his hands, Aiden had no means to threaten his life!

The Lord of the Demons sneered, "Then I'll let you witness my true power!"

Archimonde lunged forward, sharp claws wrapped in crackling red lightning, heading straight for Aiden at incredible speed.

Aiden took a deep breath and charged forward. Kayle and Kassadin also flashed forward. Anna and Karthus searched for opportunities to cast spells from a slight distance.

Just as Archimonde's claws were about to grab Aiden, he manipulated the flow of time to slow it down, dodging the attack while advancing to Archimonde's feet. The burning silver-white Judgment slashed across the opponent's ankle. However, just like in the Twisting Nether, his attack only left a shallow scorch mark on the opponent's skin. Before long, such wounds would completely heal under Archimonde's powerful regenerative abilities.

Kayle's attack was much the same. While Aiden was attracting Archimonde's attacks, she flew into the sky and struck Archimonde's spine with her sword. Kassadin's Nether Blade pierced into the wound she had created, but the combined attacks of the two failed to cause Archimonde any real damage beyond pain.

"Insects!" Archimonde cried out in pain. Although these injuries did not threaten his foundation, they still caused physical pain. He erupted with flames of hatred from his entire body, setting himself ablaze. The power of fel protected his body and hindered the attacks of others.

Aiden summoned the power of Holy Light, opening a sacred shield to block the fel's contamination of his body. He continued to rely on the power of time to entangle with Archimonde. He poured energy into the Eye of Sargeras, firing beams of green light, but each time the opponent would raise the scepter to block these attacks.

Ordinary attacks, on the other hand, had almost no effect on this great demon.

Just like the first battle in the Twisting Nether, they were once again in a predicament. The current Archimonde was like he had invincibility turned on, and the heroes' attacks were nothing more than tickles.

Aiden extracted the power from his bloodline, trying again to use the power of reality to fight Archimonde's invincible body. But this time it no longer worked. Instead, it drew a merciless sneer from the opponent:

"Your tricks are useless! This is not the Twisting Nether!"

This is not the Twisting Nether—Aiden heard this sentence, and a flash of inspiration struck his mind. He seemed to have caught something. It must be the key to fighting Archimonde.

However, the great demon's next furious attack prevented him from thinking further. He could only concentrate on responding, for if he was accidentally hit, his fate would definitely be no better than that of the collapsed hall just now.

Anna poured tremendous power into the Focusing Iris. This magical artifact constantly strengthened and amplified her magic, allowing her to cast powerful spells that she would not otherwise be able to cast.

Aegwynn, she thought of a spell that her former magical advisor had taught her, a spell that the once most powerful human Guardian was adept at using. The power of the elements surged wildly, and she struggled to control this energy, gathering it to the limit she could control.

"Hold him!" Anna shouted.

Aiden and the others immediately understood. Aiden greatly accelerated the flow of time. The speed of everyone nearby who was affected suddenly increased several times. Archimonde did not have enough time to adapt to this accelerated flow of time, making it difficult to capture the figures of Aiden, Kayle, and Kassadin.

Karthus also realized that the opportunity had come, and he began to chant spells in a low voice, summoning the energy of annihilation.

And in this accelerated time, Anna completed her spell. A pale blue ray burst from the Focusing Iris, hitting Archimonde's back.

"Disintegrate!" Anna shouted the word. A layer of frost Pattern appeared on the part struck by the blue ray, and all the nearby fel flames were extinguished. Archimonde only felt a sudden numbness in one spot on his back, and he didn't even feel anything else.

Time returned to normal. Archimonde couldn't wait to muster the power of fel, to wrap it around his body again. But at this moment, the flesh near the numb area began to crack and fall off as the fel flames passed over it. Only then did the intense pain follow.

The Disintegrate ray had corroded a hole the size of a washbasin in Archimonde's back. Not only the flesh, but even the bone had been melted. A large amount of blue-green blood gushed from the wound.

But this was not the end. Karthus had also completed his spell. A red energy line locked onto Archimonde's injured area, and then it exploded with a bang. The already large wound was immediately doubled in size. The terrifying wound was surrounded by scorch marks, and one could even vaguely see the beating internal organs.

Archimonde wanted to cover the wound on his back with his hand, he screamed loudly, but the more violent his movements, the more he pulled at the wound, making him even more painful.

Seeing this scene, a memory flashed through Aiden's mind from Sargeras: the Dark Titan had fallen to Aegwynn's trick back then.

"Disintegrate", the name of this spell made Aiden's heart jump—it could hurt Archimonde!

"Quick, attack him!" Aiden didn't have time to think, and flashed up. Strike while the iron is hot! Now that Archimonde was in so much pain, when would be a better time to take him down?

Aiden was the first to rush up to hold him back, while Kassadin arrived later, instantly appearing near the wound on Archimonde's back, and the Nether Blade in his hand emitted a purple energy, continuing to tear at the wound.

Originally, the wound had been rapidly recovering under the infusion of fel, and the blood flowing out had become less and less, but Kassadin's attack had expanded it again, and had really touched Archimonde's internal organs. The turbid blood sprayed out again.

Archimonde weakly waved his claws at Kassadin. But the other party used Void Walk, his figure disappeared again, and reappeared in a more distant place.

Aiden also rushed up at this time, and the wind of nature lifted him up, freeing him from the influence of gravity. He jumped high and stabbed his sword into Archimonde's wound.

"Careful!" Kayle suddenly shouted.

Almost at the same time, Aiden felt a warning in his heart. Archimonde suddenly erupted, swinging his claws with the power of annihilation at the fastest speed. He was acting, his goal was to lure Aiden's attack!

"Whoosh" and "whoosh", two soft sounds, Aiden's body was instantly protected by golden divine power. Kayle's Divine Bulwark and his own Divine Shield were superimposed at the same time. And in the next moment, Archimonde's claws slammed hard on it.

The light on the two shields exploded. Aiden only felt as if he was being crushed by a huge force, and was blown away by this transcendent power. And the two layers of shield on his body had disappeared.

He only felt a tightness in his chest and shortness of breath, and his internal organs had suffered some damage. A figure caught him in the air, allowing him to land safely.

It was Kayle. This angel had been vigilant against Archimonde!

Kayle cast a healing spell to heal him.

"Thank you!" Aiden said gratefully.

He now knew that even an invincible spell like Divine Bulwark could not guarantee his safety in the face of absolute power. His heart was awe-stricken, he had been too careless just now!

Archimonde, who had stopped, felt a little regretful. He was indeed injured, but the terrifying wound was not enough to make him wail like that, relative to his enormous body. He just wanted to play along and lure Aiden in. Because the Eye of Sargeras in the other's hand tied his hands and feet, and the person himself made him deeply resentful. If he had the opportunity to eliminate Aiden, he would not hesitate to act and pretend to be pitiful.

Archimonde snorted coldly, "I won't always have such good luck!"

He hunched his back slightly, and dark energy began to surge. The terrifying hole that had just been created was immediately filled in at a speed visible to the naked eye. The flesh and skin completed their regeneration in a few breaths, only slightly lighter in color than the surrounding skin.

"Do you still expect me to fall for the same trick twice?" Aiden said in a deep voice.

"Hmph," Archimonde snorted coldly, and suddenly burst forth, rushing towards his target—no longer Aiden, whom he hated so much, but Anna, who had just injured him!

This cunning demon!

But Anna was not so easy to deal with. She was battle-hardened and had long been calm in the face of danger. The moment Archimonde rushed over, she immediately Blinked away, arriving on Aiden's side.

"Playing hide-and-seek? Very well!" Archimonde missed his target, but was not discouraged. He began to face this battle seriously. How long could these people last under his attacks?

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Archimonde wanted to wear down Aiden and the others, because he would not tire or run out of strength. But these mortals would. They were not capable of sustaining high-intensity combat for long. When they became careless, he would launch a thunderous attack and eliminate these ants!

The idea was good. If it dragged on like this, his goal could be achieved. However, the battlefield on Quel'Danath Island was not the only place where fighting was taking place. Other places were also in full swing.

For this battle of the Sunwell, the Alliance had dispatched a total of 50,000 elite troops, plus no less than 50,000 high elf troops, totaling over 100,000. Those deployed on the Quel'Danath Island battlefield accounted for 80% of the total.

And the Scourge Legion's five floating fortresses only carried about 50,000 Scourge in total, of which more than 8,000 troops were soaking in the sea feeding the fish after Mal'Ganis's crash. Another, Thal'darah, did not land normally either, and only a little more than half of the army could come out of the abandoned fortress to fight. At best, the Scourge only had more than 36,000 available troops.

Even if Archimonde waved his hand and summoned a large number of elite Burning Legion demons, elite was still elite, but the numbers were not that many. What's more, the Doom Guards, as one of the main forces, were being torn apart by the anti-air regiment's anti-aircraft guns. The ground forces were also being blown up by the artillery regiment's large-caliber howitzers and rocket launchers. Compared to Valoran's artillery brigade, Ironforge's and Gnomeregan's mortars could only be considered tickling, and other solid-shot cannons and ballistae were even more inferior.

Except for the initial trouble that the Infernal's falling from the sky caused to the Alliance army, after the engagement, the battlefield situation quickly became unfavorable to the Burning Legion. Whether on the ground or in the sky, they quickly fell into a disadvantage.

Just as every Scourge leader was facing a siege by several times their number of heroes, their armies were also in a state of being surrounded and divided, unable to hold on for long.

The first to show a flaw was the Lich King Arthas.

At first, he seemed to be struggling against the siege of the paladins, but when Vayne and Pantheon joined the siege, the evil Arthas was immediately unable to resist. He had no choice but to order Invincible to take off and escape from the encirclement.

"Come down and fight me, coward!" Pantheon shouted. Seeing Arthas fly into the sky, he threw the spear in his hand with force.

Arthas in the sky blocked with his sword, deflecting the flying spear. However, Vayne's silver bolts took the opportunity to fire, accurately hitting Arthas's back.

The Lich King Arthas let out a suppressed groan. His body was special, not afraid of the cold, nor feeling pain, and his heart would not beat, but the power in the silver bolts was still violently burning his body, even bringing pain to his soul. He had to endure it, gritting his teeth to pull out the arrow stuck in his lower back, bringing out a touch of dark red, cold blood.

After the Lich King Arthas was forced back, the Dreadlord Tichondrius also encountered big trouble. His opponents was the combined effort of Quinn and Pamyel. The holy power of the angels was already more restrained against them. He had also fought this angel at the Frozen Throne last time. With Quinn's addition, it was already difficult, but the worst thing was that a despicable "Loose Cannon" came with a most insidious sneak attack.

Jinx had been looking for opportunities on the battlefield. She was a hero who used Piltover technology weapons, and the most powerful weapon in her hand was a special missile. She gave this missile a very chuunibyou name—"Super Mega Death Rocket!"

Although this missile was powerful, it was not easy to hit people. Until she got another toy more suitable for her from Aiden—the "Stinger" missile!

It was more powerful than the Super Mega Death Rocket, had a longer range, and could lock on!

Jinx immediately fell in love with this new toy and regarded it as her new favorite.

After sweeping around the battlefield, she finally found a suitable target for her new toy—Tichondrius!

"Haha, warming up is complete. Let's detonate the audience, baby!" Jinx took out the Stinger missile, "click" kissed the launcher, then turned on the electro-optical aiming device and locked on Tichondrius.

"3, 2, 1, launch!"

The Stinger's thruster activated, its speed quickly increased to the maximum, shooting towards its target with a long tail of flame.

After launching, Jinx immediately shouted in Pamyel's direction: "It's going to explode, get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

The missile's flight speed was extremely fast. Pamyel was quick-witted and quick-handed, flapping her wings and immediately flying away. Quinn also flashed to the side. Tichondrius saw a missile pouncing over and jumped up without thinking.

But the Stinger made a turn in the air and chased after it.

"Boom!"

Tichondrius let out a scream, his entire lower body had been blown away.

"Yay!" Jinx jumped up excitedly, "Good job, Jinx!"

Seeing that the opponent was seriously injured, Pamyel immediately pounced on him, wielding the Flame Blade and constantly slashing at Tichondrius. Now Tichondrius was completely unable to resist. He let out miserable cries, constantly calling for his subordinates and brothers to rescue him. But there was fighting everywhere on the battlefield, and no one could take care of him.

Quinn also pounced up, her claws, sharper than steel knives, tore off one of Tichondrius's wings, completely leaving this demon who was still trying to fly into the sky behind.

The next ending was naturally an extremely tragic scene of abuse. This Dreadlord's commander even failed to escape with his soul, because Thresh was nearby, and his lantern absorbed the powerful soul of the Dark Lord.

Thresh muttered to himself: "It should fetch a good price, Karthus will be a generous buyer."

The Burning Legion's battle situation had already collapsed at this time. If Aiden hadn't ordered the army to retreat in the direction of the Magisters' Terrace, I'm afraid the undead and demon army would have been wiped out by now. But even if they discovered their retreat, the Lich Kings did not dare to intercept them. Dath'Remar and Arthas were both in a very embarrassing state at this time. Tichondrius's death made the two even more sympathetic.

Aiden and others consciously led Archimonde in the opposite direction from the Magisters' Terrace. Archimonde wanted to drag them to death, while they wanted to hold Archimonde back. Both sides had the same plan, each playing into the other's hands. However, whether it was who entered whose trap depended on the development of the situation.

When Tichondrius's deputy Anetheron found Archimonde in a panic and told him in horror that the Burning Legion had already been defeated, Archimonde was immediately furious.

"Useless waste!" Archimonde roared. Anetheron was lying on the ground, shivering under his anger.

"I deeply agree!" Aiden's mocking voice entered Archimonde's ears. The Lord of the Demons turned his head and saw his most hated enemy stepping into a purple void gate and disappearing. Now, besides him and Anetheron, there was no one else here.

"Go back! I'm going to crush those ants!" Archimonde roared angrily.