Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 270, Section 27: Warning! Please, Devourer of All Realms, do not use the Blood and Flesh Curse to do anything strange!

"I want this!"

"Hmm? Are you sure? This creature template has almost no spellcasting ability. It puts all its strength into melee combat. Although it looks imposing, it might have a hard time against spellcasters."

"But we black dragons don't like casting spells. The descendants of the Earth Guardians can shatter hills with brute force. My father was also known for disliking the use of magic, even though his mind was filled with forbidden powers granted to him by the void."

Although I have been coerced by you, you bastard saint, to renounce my identity as a member of the Black Dragon Clan, I still want to retain some of my past characteristics.

So, let's use this one.

In the enormous warehouse of Tempest Keep, Onyxia, who was as big as a hill, expressed her opinion and then closed her eyes with a resigned attitude, letting the Void boss she could not afford to offend "operate" on her.

Diakum had originally intended to recommend a few more of his favorite "biological templates".

For example, look at this Sky Comet Dragon, isn't it pretty good? The red stars flying and crashing into the sky sounds so cute, doesn't it?
For example, this Steel Dragon is also pretty good. If you like melee combat, you can use this one.

However, considering that he had given Onyxia the choice, and that she had indeed made the choice, he couldn't very well impose his own preferences on her. So, as the cold entropy energy reverberated, streams of black, fallen starlight flew out from Diakum's palm, encircling Onyxia's massive body like black ribbons.

His prized weapon, which he possessed in his void form, was also floating beside him.

The Twilight Hammer had been shattered, but after drinking the black blood of the Old Gods, it was reshaped into a black and red crystal-like hammer. Furthermore, the power of C'Thun caused the hammer to be surrounded by faint reflections of void tentacles, and every now and then a bolt of lightning resembling a shattering eye ridge would circle around it.

Its transformation is not yet complete.

This is just a basic framework; Diakum also plans to include C'Thun's eyeball as part of Warhammer.

However, this process requires finding a true "dark" master blacksmith to complete, mainly because the forging of Void Relics is a terrifying test of the blacksmith's mind, to the point that Diakum didn't even dare to invite the Bronzebeard brothers to complete this weapon.

He worried that the dwarves' rock-solid minds would be eroded, but even the reconstructed weapon prototypes were enough to help Diakum accomplish what was to come.

He needs the Twilight's Hammer to extract the corrupting influence from Deathwing from the Black Dragon Princess's bloodline during the process of reshaping Onyxia's corrupted flesh.

Although both are Voidwalkers, Diakum's path of light and shadow and Deathwing's path of twilight are clearly not the same. It was the three Old Gods who worked together to corrupt Deathwing. In other words, the corruption of the Black Dragonflight is more difficult to deal with than that of ordinary Void creatures.

"This is equivalent to a test, Your Excellency Devourer of All Realms."

The whispers of shadow swirled within the shadowy cloak surrounding Lord Entropy's void armor, offering advice in a soft, obsequious tone, like that of a courtier:

"If you can single-handedly reshape the flesh and blood of this royal black dragon before you, it means you have mastered the art of the Flesh Curse, which also means you can use this technique in combat."
For example, in the heat of battle, suddenly transforming the opponent into a lowly pig would inflict a double blow on their mind and body.

Hmm, this sounds similar to a spellcaster's polymorph, but believe me, the two are not the same thing at all. At least polymorph can be undoed by other spellcasters, but the flesh curse you cast yourself cannot be perfectly undoed without your consent.

For a benevolent person like you who walks between light and shadow, this is the most perfect non-fatal punishment.

Of course, you may need to continue refining your Flesh Curse before you can use it on those powerful beings, but I believe this won't be difficult for you.

Diakum nodded.

Although Shadow Whisper has no combat ability, this creature was born in the Sea of ​​No Light and has extensive knowledge. It can answer a few questions about anything, making it practically a walking encyclopedia.

But Lord Entropy is busy performing "cosmetic surgery" on Onyxia right now, so he doesn't have time to chat with her much.

Using the technique of the Blood Curse, he carefully "disassembled" the Black Dragon Princess's flesh and blood, which were soaked in the void, extracting the corrupted power hidden deep within her blood and bones, and casually feeding it to the Twilight Hammer beside him, as if feeding a loyal beast.

As a weapon with the property of "devouring the same source", the Twilight Hammer accepts all these chaotic void curses.

Its "good appetite" was a great help, making the process of Diakum breaking down the black dragon's flesh and blood surprisingly smooth, but the subsequent reshaping of the skeleton was a bit difficult.

The main problem is that this job involves "physiognomy". Although the appearance and biological templates of those strange "dragons" in another world in the distant starry sea are in Diakum's memory, it will be a test of "skill" to sculpt Onyxia's skeleton in front of him into the appearance in his memory.

"Why am I not a skilled craftsman? If I had known that I would be lucky enough to time travel, I would have learned more skills in my past life."

He sighed inwardly.

But it doesn't matter. Although he hadn't studied physiognomy, he had seen phrenology.

It's reasonable to assume that the two are quite similar.

As the infusion of pure entropy energy intensified, the Black Dragon Princess's skeleton, under Diakum's manipulation, transformed into an adjustable form—in layman's terms, this was called "edit mode."

He carefully reshaped each bone, reinforcing those combat bones that required special strengthening, reshaping the cartilage in the black dragon's wings into a more ferocious and robust form, and also strengthening the slender tailbone. He drew inspiration from the void to apply "limb regeneration" to it, so that every bone of the newly reborn Onyxia could quickly heal itself.

The Curse of Flesh is incredibly powerful; it possesses virtually every power related to flesh and blood, requiring only that the user discern and utilize it.

Becoming a dual demigod of the Holy Light and the Void clearly brought Diakum more power; the cold entropy energy was more obedient in his hands, and the meticulously crafted flesh and blood were perfectly reproduced as if from his memories.

"I also need to transfer some of Onyxia's spellcasting talent to her melee abilities, and give her a stronger fighting spirit and rage control than the original black dragon. The template she chose is the 'berserker' among dragons."

She needs a body designed solely for battle.

As Diakum pondered, the Shadow Word spoke once more:
"Then you can bestow upon her the battle blessing from the hatred of Draenor. Your awe-inspiring 'Ancient Madness' is a first-rate life force in the star sea. You only need to copy one and place it deep within her flesh and blood."

But you must never give too much.

Judging from the black dragon's temperament, she is probably not able to control her innate talent for eternal battle.

Furthermore, if you want to create a terrifying war beast, you should put a bridle on her beforehand.”

"That's not something I should do."

Dick shook his head and said:
"The five dragonflights are protectors created by the Lord of Azeroth for himself. My mission is to bring them before the Lord of the Star Soul. Their only master should be this world itself."

"That being said, the noble Devourer of All Realms, in the Dragon Cave, there is also a 'King of the Earth,' whose role completely overlaps with that of the Black Dragon."

Shadow Whisper snorted and said:
“We believe that keeping only one of the two is sufficient. There is no need to add more decision-making and mental pressure to the already exhausted Lord of Azeroth. Since the Black Dragon has been pushed into the Void by fate, you should make good use of this shaping.”

You shouldn't be so selfless; any risks you take should be rewarded.

It's not because of greed, but because the simplest definition of justice is one thing for another. You should be a little selfish sometimes; it helps you maintain your humanity.

After all, who wants to be at a disadvantage?

"Makes sense."

The vigilant nodded and said:
"Then I will proceed with my original plan and light-cast her! In this way, I will find a way for the long-fallen black dragon to survive."

"Yes! Devourer of Worlds, you left all the dragons to the Lord of Azeroth, but the World Soul is unable to properly command them to work. The facilities left by the Titans have been shut down for so long and have caused such a huge mess, all because of the lack of oversight."

The Shadow Words continued to bewitch:
"Perhaps you should re-establish the rules for these dragons who are used to being undisciplined."

A supervisor!
An overseer appointed by you, a powerful enough figure to represent your will and continue to supervise the dragons to better protect this world after you leave Azeroth!

Let's just be frank.

Since you saved Deathwing's daughter, why not also lead Deathwing, who has fallen so deeply, down a different path?

The essence of the Void Path lies in the survival of the fittest. Deathwing is a formidable Fallen 'champion,' so why not recruit him into your ranks? The Path of the Lightforged also needs a powerful secondary military leader.

"You are of such high status; it's impossible for you to handle everything personally."

"You're trying to tempt me into doing something very dangerous!"

Diakum said coldly:
"You still hope to stir up a storm and create chaos in Azeroth."

"Yes, that's what we hope for."

Shadow Words said humbly:

"But you also possess a part of the void essence. You cannot resist your own path. We release a wisp of power from the shadows, and we will eventually reap a storm of destiny at the right time! What do you say?"

"Let me think about it."

Diakum waved his hand, signaling the Shadow Words to dissipate for the time being, but then he remembered something and asked:
How much do you know about the mythic class 'Void Herald'?

"Heh heh, no need to worry about your position in this realm, we are the esteemed Devourers of All Realms." The Shadow Word seemed to have anticipated Dick's question, and it replied:

"When the first group of Rondorei, guided by you, embark on the path of the Void tonight, you will be crowned the Void Herald. Of course, when the number of your chosen ones of the Light Oath is large enough, you will also become the Highlord of the Light Oath who leads the people of the Light forward!"

There are subtle differences between the two, but they both follow the path of faction and religious order to achieve 'unity of purpose'.

Your strength will become the strength of your voters and followers, and their faith will become the aid for you to advance in the Holy Light and the Void, and to build great achievements.

The mysteries of demigod powers can only be comprehended by yourself; the experience of others cannot offer much help, especially for a path like void powers that relies on 'comprehension'.

It vanished as a dark wind, and Twilight's Hammer let out a burp.

It had devoured the last trace of corrupted blood from Onyxia's flesh. As Diakum adjusted the last "King's Spike" on Onyxia's head into place, Lord Entropy took a step back, looking at the skeleton sculpted from pure white dragon bones enveloped in entropy energy.

He nodded in satisfaction, and with a gentle wave of his hand, the flesh and blood that had been decomposed, purified, and blessed returned to his skeleton at that moment.

Like a regeneration process, thick, black tendons connect to the dragon bone, robust muscles grow around the fascia, followed by the remodeling of the dermis, and finally the growth of black dragon scales as strong as armor.

One after another, ferocious bone spikes burst forth from her body, cheering as they clustered together, covering Onyxia's back and growing along the edges of her tough wings, eventually forming "wing blades" that resembled armor-piercing cones.

When her wings are folded together, the Black Dragon Princess looks like a giant "hedgehog".

It's like it's covered in thorns.

But the most iconic change is her forehead. The original black dragon's regal horns have been replaced with two pale, giant horns, each as big as her head. These things look more like two giant "warhammers" than dragon horns.

Honestly, if you were hit by one of these things at super high speed, the agonizing feeling would be indescribable.

"Nergigante"

Diakum admired his "creation" and said with satisfaction:
“I even set up a hidden second stage for her, the ‘World Destroyer Dragon’, a berserk form that only unlocks when she is in dire straits. Sometimes I really admire my craftsmanship.”

But whether it's good or bad is up to her to decide, so... wake up, your farewell to the old era is over.

"buzz"

At the snap of the vigilant's fingers, Onyxia opened her eyes as if from a long, beautiful dream. A look of bewilderment was reflected in her enormous yellow serpentine pupils. As she adjusted to her somewhat unfamiliar body, she spoke in a languid voice:

“I dreamt of my mother, and my father before he fell from grace. I dreamt that our family was reunited in the sacred place of Dragonblight. My brother and I were waiting for our parents to arrive, only to discover that they had given us a younger brother.”
I'm really crazy.

"That's just the pursuit of hope by all living beings; who doesn't have the right to dream?"

Diakum dispelled his void form and returned to the Holy Light. He spoke to the "giant hedgehog" that had risen and moved its body before him:

"Let your body adjust, and then I will perform lightforging on you, leading you onto the path of the 'Lightforgers,' and granting you the identity of the 'Vigilanced Chosen,' which means you are about to embark on a new path."

Perhaps in the future, you could become the 'Lightforged Dragon King'.

"Let it be light-forged then. I've never had a choice anyway. What difference does it make whether I follow you or my father? I'm already content to escape the allure of the void. But this body..."

Onyxia squatted there, watching her clenched dragon claws and the hideous bone spikes on her forelimbs that sprang up at her will.

She felt a violent power flowing through her pure flesh and blood, and released it with the rage in her heart. She slammed a claw into the warehouse wall next to her, smashing the wall made of special materials into pieces.

The commotion immediately attracted Nellie, who was on guard outside. The archbishop rushed in, carrying the Devourer's Fang, and saw the terrifying behemoth before him.

Her eyes widened in surprise, and she exclaimed:

"Why does this black dragon have 'twin tails'?"

"what?!"

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That night, a grand celebration was held at Cenarion Hold.

That's not entirely accurate. In this barren desert, even though the Kaldorei elves did their best to show their generosity, the banquet was actually not very luxurious due to limited resources.

Surprisingly, the main course served was roasted insects.

Although the taste is good and can be called a "local delicacy", it feels a bit stingy to ask people to come all the way here to eat this kind of "natural food".

The good news is that, having witnessed the earth-shattering battle of today, the soldiers and commanders invited to the celebration are no longer concerned with the food.

This is similar to how the guests in high-end business KTVs don't actually go there to sing.

What everyone wants is that atmosphere.

However, this night was particularly difficult for Old Staghelm. The Archdruid, who cared deeply for his family, paced back and forth in front of the fortress's camp, glancing from time to time at the area shrouded in darkness, his worry and anxiety impossible to conceal.

Hamuul Runetotem wanted to persuade his senior brother to calm down.

However, considering that his senior brother's son was in there, it would be a bit easy for him to tell the other person to calm down.

Not only Old Staghelm, but also the four leaders of the High Elves and High Elves were waiting here, carrying with them a mixture of anticipation and worry, for this matter concerned the future of their people.

"The echo of void entropy energy sent chills down my spine."

Farodis said softly:
"Once that power erupts here, the entire fortress will instantly become a void, and even a lich like me blessed by death will not be spared, since it is a power that directly affects the mind."

Liches may not die, but we can go mad too.

“You’re dead, you don’t have the ability to ‘get goosebumps’.”

Governor Tosedlin, who was usually quite serious, muttered under his breath:
"The ones who should really be afraid are us. If a Void 'chosen one' of this level suddenly decides to spread 'truth,' we arcanists will have almost no ability to resist if we are not prepared in advance."

"Diacom has a pretty high moral standard, so what you're worried about won't happen."

The old lich took responsibility and stood up for his otherworldly friend.

But to be honest, nobody believed his guarantee, since putting the words "morality" and "emptiness" together was indeed laughable.

"Someone's out!"

Hamuul Runetotem shouted.

All the elves looked up and saw General Vastann Staghelm, dressed in black robes, push open the door and stride out.

He still carried the chilling aura of entropy energy, an energy from the void that possessed both the sinister power of shadow and the chilling power of ice. But Old Deer Helmet didn't care; he was completely unconcerned about the corrosive effects of entropy energy. He strode forward and grasped his son's hand.

In that instant, the Archdruid keenly noticed that his son had transformed back into the delicate skin of an elf.

Under his tearful gaze, Staghelm lifted his hood and calmly removed his mask, revealing his familiar face. Tears of joy still clung to his eyes. Any elf with a sound moral compass could understand the emotion General Staghelm was feeling at that moment.

He's back to normal!
He's no longer that damned dark troll!

Her son had returned. Although his eyes had turned black, he was being embraced by shadows, and his body temperature was very low, none of these were problems!

His son came back, his family was saved, and he no longer had to experience the destruction of his family!
This is enough.

"My son! It's good to be home."

Old Deer Helmet held Little Deer Helmet and cried, but his cries were filled with the joy of having found what he had lost.

One by one, the Sand Guardians emerged from the doorway, kneeling devoutly in the desert wind, praying to the moon goddess Elune, thanking her for sending the Lightforged to lead them away from that most terrifying nightmare.

This scene caused the three leaders of the Highborne to exchange glances, and Farondis finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Witnessing the successful completion of the ascension ceremony means that the other elves have also received the "blessing," even if it's a blessing from the Void. But who cares? As long as they don't become dark trolls, we'll give them as much as the Void wants!

Ps:

Onyxia's new form, "Meow Meow," is as follows:
(End of this chapter)