The two Titans landed relatively close to Mount Ulduar, and very close to where Y'shaarj had fallen.
"You go take care of your business, Aggramar." Golganneth walked in the opposite direction of Mount Ulduar. A faint purple light emanated not far in that direction—it was the place where Y'shaarj had fallen!
Aggramar nodded. He was going to establish a short-range teleportation array here so that the troops on the moon could be directly teleported here.
The Pantheon, the Burning Legion, and the mortals had all tacitly agreed to choose the Abyssal Shelf as the battlefield. As the commander of the Pantheon's armed forces, Aggramar naturally had to send his army here as well.
The powerful Pantheon wanted to demonstrate its strength to the Burning Legion. His troops were currently on the moon; if he didn't bring them here, how could he show that the Pantheon had the advantage in numbers?
He had already chosen a garrison location—Mount Ulduar!
This place had once been the stronghold of the Twilight's Hammer and the Qiraji, and it had even sealed the Old God Y'shaarj. Aggramar had not participated in that factional conflict, but he was still aware of this matter.
Now, the Old Gods were almost all dead, but at the same time, the order established by the Titans had also been almost completely destroyed. This was not the scene Aggramar wanted to see.
As for Golganneth, he was best at shaping the sky and the ocean—this was related to his great love for the color blue. His cloak and armor were mainly blue, and his creations, such as the sea giants, were also blue.
He couldn't stand to see the sky pitch black, so when he saw the dark skies of Shirasyss, he felt uncomfortable all over!
After so long, the moon, Mu'sha, was also about to set. It was time for the sun to appear!
With light, one could see the blue sky!
How could this world be without a sun?
He walked to the place where Y'shaarj had fallen—this sun was not a star in the general sense, but could only be regarded as a satellite that could independently emit light and heat. However, it could indeed serve the role of the sun.
Titans could certainly create suns, but Golganneth wouldn't be foolish enough to make such a dangerous move while the Burning Legion was still lurking nearby—creating a sun required activating the Infinity Engine, and the energy emitted by that engine would be enough to attract all the demons to rush forward, fearlessly, one after another.
So he didn't plan to do that. Anyway, there was a ready-made one; he could use it for the time being.
He walked to Y'shaarj's side, examining this purple sun, or Old God, about a dozen kilometers in diameter. The academic term for it was a "light-and-dark sensory symbiotic parasite." He muttered to himself, "It's a little small. I wonder if the heat will be enough. Eh, what's this…"
His eyes widened, and electric light flickered in his sockets.
His gaze passed through Y'shaarj's body, seeing beyond where his vision originally reached. He was surprised to discover that another, very small Old God was parasitizing this sun god, drawing its energy!
Golganneth had heard of big fish eating small fish, and small fish eating shrimp, and he had also seen mantises stalking cicadas, with orioles behind them, but he had never expected to have the opportunity to witness the weak preying on the strong, especially since it was happening to an Old God!
This was simply unscientific!
However, this only aroused his curiosity. He had witnessed countless internal struggles of the Old Gods, and he was already used to it. It was just that this time, seeing C'Thun, something dozens of times weaker than Y'shaarj, able to counter Y'shaarj, was quite surprising.
Now—the weakened Y'shaarj was exactly what he needed. As for the ambitious C'Thun, which seemed to have quite a few tricks up its sleeve—it was best to nip it in the bud!
He pinched his two fingers together, and dazzling electric sparks appeared between them.
"Small parasite, leave this big guy's body. I'll give you ten seconds!" Golganneth spoke in a majestic and deep voice. The sound of his voice alone was enough to scare countless evil spirits into collapsing on the ground.
C'Thun had long sensed the arrival of this metal giant. It was unwilling to have the prey it had been planning for more than a year taken away, but undoubtedly, it was no match for the Titan. Even if its intelligence were ten times higher, it could not make up for the difference in power between the two.
Hearing Golganneth's threat, C'Thun couldn't help but feel a little frustrated—was it really going to retreat?
But it wasn't blind, so how could it not feel the great threat of the lightning in the Titan's hand and the other party's aggressive killing intent?
In just a tenth of a second, countless thoughts flashed through C'Thun's mind, but all methods failed to allow it to escape.
'The only solution—manipulate Y'shaarj to self-destruct!'
C'Thun rationally analyzed the method most likely to harm Golganneth. And this also meant that it had to be prepared to perish together—it and Y'shaarj would definitely die, but the Titan might not. Unless the other party was stupid enough to offer himself up for death.
But that was no longer its concern.
This Void creature, which had been lurking between the Void and reality for many years, was knowledgeable, and lacked emotions, did not have the emotion of fear.
For the first time in the past month, the tip of its tentacle abandoned drawing Y'shaarj's energy and released a special pulse from its own body to stimulate Y'shaarj's body.
"Self-destruct!"
This idea was conveyed to Y'shaarj.
Y'shaarj was immediately terrified. Although it had long known that it was destined to face this calamity, it felt that it could still survive for a few more years, and perhaps things would turn around. One day, it might be able to launch a counterattack from a desperate situation, but who knew that things would turn out like this?
"No, I can't!" it cried out in horror.
But it couldn't control its own body. A huge amount of energy suddenly collided everywhere in its body, and it couldn't control it at all.
'Am I, am I going to die like this?' Y'shaarj couldn't help but think in despair.
Just then, another thought was conveyed to C'Thun's mind.
"Stop self-destructing, continue to draw Y'shaarj's energy!"
This thought came from C'Thun's only commander—Aiden!
The "Eye of C'Thun" unconditionally trusted its commander, so it immediately stopped the self-destruct process and instead frantically drew Y'shaarj's energy—before, due to Y'shaarj's resistance, the extraction was very difficult, but now, after being disturbed like this, how could Y'shaarj care about controlling its own energy valve?
Its essence flowed towards C'Thun like a tide.
"Eh?" Golganneth looked at this scene in surprise and uncertainty.
He was a member of the Pantheon, one of the most powerful Titans, and had a wealth of combat experience. The moment C'Thun controlled Y'shaarj to self-destruct, he captured the other party's movements. He was a little surprised by the other party's decisiveness, but he didn't care too much—at worst, he wouldn't create a sun for the time being. Even if Y'shaarj self-destructed, it wouldn't hurt him much.
But after only two or three seconds, the other party actually chickened out again—that little parasite actually frantically drew the sun god's energy, as if it felt that the more it drew, the more chances it would have to escape from his hands.
Ha, that was wishful thinking!
Golganneth didn't want to waste any more words. He snapped his fingers, and an arc of electricity bypassed Y'shaarj's body and struck C'Thun on the other side. After flying over a distance of a dozen kilometers, the arc of electricity not only did not shrink, but became incomparably thick. By the time it was about to hit C'Thun's body, it had changed from the thickness of a finger to the size of a bucket!
Such power would be enough to seriously injure an unprepared adult Old God, let alone a "juvenile" like C'Thun?
Just when Golganneth felt that this little parasite was doomed, a golden light suddenly descended from the sky, turning into a shield in front of it. The bucket-thick lightning only created ripples on it, and did not harm C'Thun behind it in the slightest.
Someone was protecting this little parasite!
Who was this?
Golganneth's eyes suddenly widened, and electric light flickered in his sockets, making him look like an angry thunder god. He roared, "Who is it?"
He could see at a glance that the shield was composed of pure Holy Light energy. And the only ones who could withstand his attack with a Holy Light shield, apart from the Titans, were the Naaru.
Golganneth completely did not consider the former possibility. How could a Titan possibly protect an Old God?
But on second thought, the Naaru shouldn't be protecting Old Gods either, right?
Who was this?
"The Roarer" Golganneth quickly saw—on the other side of Y'shaarj's body, a phantom whose figure was no less than his own slowly turned into a solid.
He could almost be certain that the other party had just cast this Holy Light spell.
"Human?"
He frowned, even more puzzled.
This was definitely a human—although the Titans had the same appearance as humans, the Titans' skin was metallic, usually bronze or platinum. Humans were flesh and blood creatures, and although their skin color varied, it was always flesh-colored.
From this point alone, one could judge that this was a human.
What's more, this black-haired human nodded and admitted his identity.
Golganneth no longer considered why a human would help an Old God. Anyway, humans were strange creatures. They were easily dominated by emotions, especially negative emotions. Many times, they would abandon order and faith for the sake of profit, and attack each other to compete for some so-called things. When there were no external enemies, they were very enthusiastic about infighting; and when external enemies were strong enough, some would unite, and some would surrender…
In short, this was a bizarre creature that was difficult for Titans to understand. So if a human defected to or protected an Old God, Golganneth wouldn't be too surprised.
Just a mortal with a little more power!
"Try this!" Golganneth roared, and a majestic electric light erupted from his palm. This time, it was more than ten times stronger than the electric sparks just now!
He was serious now!
The speed of electric light was very fast. In just an instant, several millstone-thick lightning bolts struck fiercely towards the top of this black-haired human's head.
This black-haired human was undoubtedly Aiden—or rather, his image, or projection.
After returning from the real world, he truly possessed the power of a Titan with the highest authority. But he really didn't expect that the first person he would use this power against would be a Titan!