"I've been had!"
The thought had barely formed in Dimensius's mind when he cut off his extraction of void energy, cast Phase Shift, and prepared to escape into the Twisting Nether.
But his usually infallible trick was useless now.
He couldn't sense the Twisting Nether, nor the real world, and couldn't even teleport.
This ethereal pipeline, blocked at both ends, had formed a closed, independent plane.
Dimensius couldn't perform Phase Shift within it, turning his initial joy at finding abundant energy into shock and anger.
"I must shatter this channel!"
Dimensius knew that since the enemy had meticulously designed this trap, it must be to kill him.
He wouldn't sit idly by and wait for death!
Dimensius gathered void energy and slammed it against the wall of the pipe, but the massive energy didn't hit anything solid.
Instead, it was neutralized by a strange medium that existed between existence and non-existence.
Having traversed countless planes, he knew this was the barrier between planes.
Only by breaking through this barrier could he return to the real world from this independent, small plane.
Meanwhile, in the underground base, Amir and Halamad looked at each other in dismay.
The red button that should have closed the gate was malfunctioning, while the open button had the effect of closing it—what was going on?
The two explorers chimed in, saying, "You have to thank Lord Aiden for this."
"That's right, it's all thanks to the commander's brilliance.
He foresaw the possibility of you, as those directly involved, misjudging the situation and being overly eager for quick success, so he secretly instructed us to monitor your execution."
Brann Bronzebeard, beaming, said, "Then, while you weren't paying attention, we opened the control console and slightly modified the wiring of the control buttons."
Amir felt both fortunate and disappointed.
He had made a foolish and serious mistake, just as Aiden had predicted.
If Brann and Ethereal hadn't intervened, he would have truly made a grave error.
In any case, he had no right or qualification to blame them for acting on their own; in fact, he should be grateful for their modifications.
After a moment of stunned silence, he slowly said, "This time… I truly don't know how to express my gratitude."
"Haha, no need for words of gratitude.
Let's send the signal!" Brann said.
Halamad walked to the signal transmitter, which also had two buttons.
Normally, green would represent a successful plan, and red would be an emergency signal for failure.
Now that Dimensius was trapped, he should naturally press the green button, but after the scene just now, the Trade Prince of the Astral Consortium hesitated.
Brann chuckled, "We weren't interested in modifying that thing, so use it with confidence!"
Halamad gave a dry laugh and pressed the green button.
—
"The Battle for Mount Hyjal" had now become a broad term, because the main battlefield between the Alliance and the Old God's minions was no longer at Mount Hyjal.
N'Zoth's minions were in full retreat, about to be driven back into the sea.
This displeased N'Zoth greatly.
He had urged Dimensius several times to act according to plan, but the arrogant Void Lord wouldn't give him face, always claiming that his injuries hadn't healed and telling him to be patient.
The worsening war situation was inextricably linked to Dimensius's injury in Feralas a few days ago.
After that, the most cutting-edge combat forces of Azeroth and Valoran joined the front lines, which was the biggest reason for the unfavorable situation of the Old God's army.
Just two minutes after the signal was sent from Northrend's depths, Angel Pamyel found Aiden and informed him of the news.
Then, Aiden spread the message to the other guardians who needed to carry out this operation.
In just under ten minutes, the most top-tier powerhouses of the planet Azeroth rushed to Icecrown Glacier in Northrend from all directions.
Dimensius had caused them great losses recently, and now it was time to pay him back!
The ethereals and Dimensius had an irreconcilable hatred.
After Amir and Halamad sincerely admitted their mistakes, they pleaded with Aiden to allow them to join the team to kill Dimensius, hoping to personally kill their enemy.
Their strength was not only not outstanding in the entire team, but even somewhat held them back—because, apart from Aiden who led the way, others such as the four Dragon Aspects, the Titan Keepers, and the most powerful heroes of Azeroth were all stronger than the two ethereal Nexus-Princes.
After Aiden sought the consent of the others, he added them to the team.
After a flash of arcane light, they all disappeared from the underground palace and appeared in the ethereal pipeline in the next breath, with the desperate "Devourer of Worlds" right in front of them.
Dimensius was stunned for a moment before angrily saying, "Have you come to kill me? In hundreds of thousands of years, no one has ever been able to kill me! You won't either!"
"That's because you're too good at running away.
Did you think it was because you were too strong?" Aiden couldn't help but retort.
He had heard of Dimensius's taunting ability.
At the All-Seer's Plateau in Shyrk, this guy had made the two Pantheon Titans, Aggramar and Golganneth, jump with rage.
After arriving in Azeroth, before he was injured, he roamed around ambushing Alliance troops and key heroes preparing to support the Hyjal battlefield, and he provoked the Azeroth Guardian Alliance, which had blocked him 77 times, to no end, making the guardians embarrassed.
Dimensius could be said to be the ancestor of all voidwalkers, and Aiden suddenly realized deeply that there was a good reason why those physically weak warlocks always liked to summon voidwalkers to be their shields—even without the "taunt" skill, they came with a taunt effect themselves!
Upon hearing this, Dimensius roared, "You can't trap me!"
"We'll know after we fight!" Aiden said coldly.
—
This time, Dimensius was doomed, but his influence on the universe had already taken shape.
In Shyrk, the last world he had wreaked havoc on, another great crisis was unfolding.
Aiden had been gone from here through the portal for some time, but the people who had come here before hadn't completely evacuated.
This was mainly because Dimensius's restrictions on teleportation meant that only a small portion of the hundreds of thousands of troops, including the angel legion, could leave each day.
So even now, there were still tens of thousands of people waiting for teleportation.
During the days that Aiden had been gone, the war in Shyrk had basically stopped.
Not only were the forces of Azeroth and the Eternal Kingdom withdrawing, but the forces of the Burning Legion also began to retreat after Kil'jaeden and Sargeras made contact.
With Dimensius gone and the Old Gods annihilated, the forces threatening this world had basically disappeared.
Except for an Old God struggling to survive underground—Tarim.
Tarim's body was too huge.
Even though Golganneth had followed Aiden's instructions and successfully broken the ring that Tarim had placed on his own esophagus, causing that head, which had been starved in the void, to tear and devour Tarim's own body ravenously, it wasn't that easy to get this guy to kill himself.
For the past ten days, Golganneth had been wreaking havoc inside Tarim's body, and the earthquakes that had been shaking Shyrk and the elemental planes connected to this world every day were due to Tarim's death throes.
Fortunately, after Golganneth's unremitting efforts, Tarim had truly reached the brink of death, and even his struggles had weakened a lot.
After all, he was just an Old God with a relatively special ability, and he didn't truly possess the strength to directly confront a Pantheon member like Golganneth.
Perhaps tomorrow, or at most in two or three days, this Old God who had dominated Shyrk for tens of thousands of years would come to a complete end.
The Pantheon's troops hadn't started to withdraw yet, and the reason, of course, was because Golganneth was still inside Tarim's belly and hadn't come out.
Aggramar and the Pantheon had made contact, and "Life-Binder" Eonar, that is, Golganneth's mother and the Pantheon's big boss's wife, had told Aggramar to make sure Golganneth was safe before withdrawing.
Aggramar would naturally not violate Eonar's wishes.
And in that independent space where the two Titans and Aiden had been eaten by Tarim, Tarim, the God of Mountains—the most powerful Old God of Shyrk—was on his last breath.
For the past half month, he had endured unimaginable pain.
The feeling of his own body being torn and devoured by his own mouth was extremely terrible, and it was countless times more painful than being slowly sliced to death.
If the Old Gods and the Titans weren't completely opposed, Tarim might have begged for mercy long ago, or asked the other party to give him a quick death.
In the last moments of his life, Tarim's will reached Golganneth's mind.
This time, the Old God didn't rage or plead, nor did he threaten or intimidate.
His voice was very calm, as if the pain in his body had no effect on him at all:
"Golganneth, you've won."
This voice didn't sound like a declaration of surrender from a loser to a winner, and in fact, Tarim didn't have such thoughts.
Even if he was willing to accept the fate of being sealed, the Pantheon would definitely aim to execute him now.
Golganneth snorted coldly, "That was entirely expected."
"Yes, I was too greedy." Tarim felt extremely desolate in his heart.
If he hadn't been so greedy half a month ago, and had stopped after eating Golganneth and waited to digest this Pantheon Titan before doing anything else, he wouldn't have suffered today's consequences.
In fact, eating one Pantheon Titan and eating five wasn't much different.
Tarim was very clear about this in his heart, but his nature was to devour.
Even if he could foresee the future, he couldn't control his appetite—if he could control it, he wouldn't have been bitten to death by one of his own heads.
Golganneth had a winner's expression on his face, and he was too lazy to pay attention to this guy!