Curse

The commander of the Black Sun Legion was a Qiraji named Mophetos. If the legion consisted only of Qiraji and Twilight's Hammer cultists, it would be normal for a Qiraji to be the commander. However, in a legion with Faceless Ones and Flamebringers, it would be almost impossible for a Qiraji to be the supreme commander.

Because the former are the direct descendants of the Old God Gahr, while the latter are not even considered a ragtag army, but only a servant army.

The fact that Mophetos could command 200,000 Black Sun Legionnaires clearly meant he was no ordinary figure.

In fact, Mophetos had already made a name for himself ten thousand years ago—during the early stages of the War of the Ancients, he was already the Grand Marshal of the Qiraji. By the later stages of the war, he had even become one of Gahr's four most trusted overseers, and the only one among the four overseers who was not of Old God descent.

If he could transform into a Faceless One, he would surely gain an even higher position. And it was precisely because of his faith in Gahr that Mophetos gained immortality. His enemies from ten thousand years ago have all returned to dust or disappeared without a trace, and the enemies of this era are simply not worth mentioning compared to the allied forces of Moon Goddess believers and Titan creations from ten thousand years ago!

This was precisely the biggest reason why Mophetos abandoned probing attacks and prepared for a dense charge, directly crushing the enemy's will and defense, and taking Kardan's Watchpost in one fell swoop.

Once all the attacking units were in position, Mophetos raised his banner. Standing beneath the banner of the Sun God Gahr and his own command flag, he pointed to Kardan Mountain and shouted to his lowliest warriors: "Destroy those mortals cowering in the defenses! Tell them that even the Moon Goddess Lahr cannot protect her followers from our irresistible power! Now that we have returned to freedom, let them repay a hundredfold the pain that these weak mortals' ancestors once inflicted upon us!"

Mophetos raised his arms and shouted: "Attack! Warriors of Gahr! Let these mortals drown in their own blood, use their blood to wash away our shame, and celebrate our return to the earth! Attack! Attack!"

"Hoo-ha, hoo-ha, hoo-ha!" The warriors of the Black Sun Legion roared in unison, and then the various formations moved together, pressing forward like an overwhelming tide.

Mophetos stirred up the emotions of hundreds of thousands of Black Sun Legion warriors.

In fact, the Black Sun Legion is very little affected by morale, because their god—the Black Sun Gahr—has returned to the sky. As long as Gahr does not fall, they will never lack morale.

These words were actually more for the Silithus Alliance to hear—this was psychological warfare. Although Mophetos had not undergone systematic study and summarization, he did use it, and was very good at it.

If the Silithus Alliance's resistance suffered setbacks, Mophetos's psychological tactics would surely be a great success, and Kardan's Watchpost might be taken in one fell swoop.

It was just that Aiden would definitely not let him get his wish.

"I like this commander—is that a Qiraji?" Aiden watched Mophetos's performance with great interest. It was Saint Zachariah who had just told him that the person under the command flag was a Qiraji.

Although they were far apart, everyone here was no ordinary person, and their vision far exceeded the imagination of mortals. Aiden could see the appearance of this Qiraji marshal clearly.

"Yes, Your Excellency Aiden," Saint Zachariah nodded.

"He can become the marshal of this legion as a Qiraji, he seems to be no simple character!" Aiden smiled.

He seemed very relaxed, because his spells were already prepared and could be released at any time. However, for the best effect, he decided to wait for the Black Sun Legion's formations to move forward a few hundred meters.

"Your Excellency, shouldn't we prepare for battle?" Turalyon asked this question only after hearing the horns of attack from the Black Sun Legion.

Although they already knew the principle of the spell that Aiden was about to release, they were still unsure of its destructive power. This kind of uncertainty was most likely to cause misjudgment among the soldiers on the front line, so Turalyon deliberately asked.

"Yes, you can, just do what you need to do." Aiden saw that the Black Sun Legion had begun to accelerate their charge after the attack horn sounded, "I will launch in ten seconds."

Everyone counted silently in their hearts.

However, just as the countdown reached "7", an interested voice suddenly sounded beside Aiden: "Sucking out the air and creating a vacuum to kill the enemy? This is a very good idea!"

Aiden suddenly felt a tightness in his chrysanthemum.

And Khadgar exclaimed in shock at the sudden appearance of the figure: "Medivh?!"

The person who suddenly appeared beside Aiden was none other than Medivh, who was holding the Guardian's legendary staff.

But now he has been occupied by Sargeras's soul, and he is actually the master of the Burning Legion.

"What are you doing here, Sargeras?" Aiden asked nervously.

He couldn't help but be nervous—he knew that the gem and scepter in his hand were Sargeras's. Without a doubt, this guy had the highest authority over these two artifacts. Titan creations were like that, Titans with high authority could easily control the items in the hands of Titans with low authority.

If Sargeras suddenly took away the "Eye of Sargeras" at this time, it would be terrible!

"I'm here to retrieve something," Sargeras said.

Aiden's heart suddenly sank.

"But not what you think, it's my scepter," Sargeras pointed to the short staff in Aiden's left hand.

Aiden only considered it slightly, and made a decision in an instant. He threw the short staff to the other party: "Here you go!"

Sargeras showed an admiring look for his decisiveness: "Don't worry, I'm not your enemy. After dawn, I invite you to watch a good show—farewell!"

He waved to Aiden, gave a smile, and then disappeared without a trace.

Aiden then breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

The ten-second countdown had ended, even exceeding it by a few seconds. However, the vanguard of the Black Sun Legion had not yet rushed to the first line of defense, and the Flamebringers covering the sky were still hovering, not launching an attack first.

The timing was just right!

Aiden didn't want to encounter any other accidents, so he decisively activated the Eye of Sargeras.

"Execute!"

"Command received—extracting the air within the specified range"

"Executing…"

In that instant, the air in a fan-shaped area covering more than ten square kilometers in front of everyone was suddenly evacuated. This instantly became a vacuum area—a true vacuum area.

90% of the warriors of the Black Sun Legion's attacking force were enveloped in this area. In the first few seconds, they didn't feel anything special, just that their breathing was a little abnormal. The main force of the Black Sun Legion was the Faceless Ones and Flamebringers, accounting for more than three-quarters of the total, and they didn't need to breathe. Only some rare Twilight's Hammer cultists felt discomfort in their lungs.

"Don't worry, keep charging! We can temporarily not breathe, but those cowards on the mountain will die quickly without air!"

Mophetos under the banner certainly felt the abnormality, but he didn't care.

But after a few more seconds, he suddenly felt that something was wrong—he felt that his hand seemed a little numb and weak. When he raised it, he saw that the Qiraji's originally thick arm had swelled up again.

What Mophetos didn't know was that sound could not travel in a vacuum. Therefore, his encouragement was not heard by any of his warriors. These servants of Gahr, who were originally fearless and almost unaffected by morale, also began to panic.

And as they watched, more abnormalities appeared—Mophetos felt as if a series of explosions were happening in his lungs—this was not an illusion. If he could see his own lungs, he would find that the alveoli that originally inhaled air were forcibly torn apart by the vacuum environment's pull on the gas.

Flesh and blood bodies are not only the lungs that have gas, his body swelling is because the air bubbles in the blood vessels are also "revolting".

Even more tragic was that all the warriors of the entire Black Sun Legion were flesh and blood bodies, even semi-elemental beings like the Faceless Ones and Flamebringers had blood vessels.

So the warriors of the Silithus Alliance, who were originally preparing to fight to the death, were stunned to find that the Black Sun Legion warriors who were about to rush to them suddenly became much larger.

"Your Excellency, is this the effect of your creating a vacuum area?" Amber, the chieftain of the Tiger tribe, was a straightforward person, so when he saw this, he immediately questioned it.

He wasn't familiar with Aiden, so even if the other party was the savior predicted by Lahr that Saint Zachariah, the high priest, had spoken of, Amber would never go against his conscience and tell lies.

The warriors of the Black Sun Legion were like entering a berserk state, each with a greatly increased size and bloodshot eyes, which was completely different from what they had expected—even if the enemy did not suffocate to death by scratching their throats because they could not breathe air, at least they should appear weaker and more uncomfortable, right?

Why did it become like this now?

Not only Amber, but the other leaders of the Silithus Alliance were also looking at Aiden with suspicion, and some even guessed whether this guy might be a spy sent by the Black Sun Legion…

"Keep watching, don't be impatient!" Aiden was confident, he couldn't explain to them the fatal effect of the vacuum environment on flesh and blood creatures for a while, so he could only use facts to explain everything.

Before he finished speaking, a Twilight's Hammer cultist of the Tiger tribe in the Black Sun Legion suddenly fell to the ground and wailed. Then his skin, like a blown-up balloon, began to crack inch by inch after exceeding the limit. Then the Tiger tribe man's eyeballs suddenly exploded, and the air bubbles inside his body scrambled to break through the limitations of the flesh.

At this time, these tiny air bubbles were even more terrifying than arrows. In just a few breaths, the Tiger tribe Twilight's Hammer cultist's body was already riddled with holes, and he couldn't be more dead.

The originally swollen body also withered like a punctured balloon.

And in this process, more and more Black Sun Legion warriors were experiencing the same situation. A certain earth spirit cultist cried out in horror: "Curse, curse!"

But of course, his words were not heard by anyone.