Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 285, Section 42. Hey, Zul'shid! Your days of wielding the Dragon Soul and draining power are over! - [715]

(Bonus chapter for "Huo Zheng Ting Hao" [7/15])
"Hurry up! Get moving, you lazybones!"

Zul'Gurub shouted at the Shadow Council scum beside him, urging them to work harder to widen the rift torn open by the Nightmare Tyrant so that the weakened sleeper could be swallowed up.

This rift was a piece torn from the Emerald Dream. It exists independently, with only one entrance, located in Azura's Tower in Elwynn Forest. That place is now the stronghold of the Shadow Council. Zul'Farrak used the Dream Essence Crystals bestowed by the Nightmare Tyrant to drag it from the real world into the dream realm they control.

That is also the perfect spellcasting area to completely free the sleeper from the Titan's control.

To be honest, the orc warlock had a sinister thought at this moment. He had learned how to use the Dragon Soul to control powerful dragons and make them his servants. The sleeping one in front of him was the Guardian Dragon King!
She is one of the most powerful beings in Azeroth, and once Zul'jiiva takes control of her, she could sweep across the entire eastern continent in an instant.

The problem is that Zulushid is afraid to gamble this time.

After hearing from Eranikus that all of this was part of the plan of the great demon lord "Shaper" Sachil, he dared not interfere for fear of ruining the plans of the truly important figure.

One glare from them and I feel like my soul is about to leave my body.

But he didn't lose out either.

"I have mastered the complete power of the guardian dragon king, hehe."

Zulushid stroked the golden disc in his hand with fascination.

He had already drawn power from several powerful green dragons using the Dragon Soul, and with the Sleeper's dream power under his control, he could definitely become one of the most powerful spellcasters in Azeroth. The only pity was that the Dragon Soul would not bestow its power upon his body.

He can only use this magical artifact, but he cannot truly obtain its power.

But that's okay.

Once I've stripped myself of Queen Ysera's dream powers, I'll have the immense power to go to Stormwind and reclaim the Guardian's Staff of Tirisfal. With three artifacts in hand and the Burning Legion at my back, who in this pathetic world can stop me?
"Caw! Stop daydreaming, Zul'hild, hurry up!"

The Void Master, the Arakkoa Great Sage, screamed from the side:
"I can feel the scorching holy light here! Croak! The Holy Light Butcher is coming! Quickly use your artifact to open the rift, or we'll all die!"

"No hurries?"

The raven-man's scream interrupted Zul'hild's daydreaming, prompting the gloomy archmage to glare at him maliciously before noticing the dark dagger worn at the archmage's waist.

Zulushid was stunned for a moment.

He himself didn't remember when Esca got the dagger; it seemed to have been with Esca from the beginning, but the raven-man clearly didn't have it in his possession when he was in Draenor.

Forget it.

This is nothing important.

It's just a strangely shaped, black magic dagger; there's no need to make a fuss about it.

“Aiska, my child, Zul'hild has been driven by demons into a plan he cannot control. The powerful sleeper is about to face a rapid turning point in his fate, but this is our chance.”

A faint, almost imperceptible voice echoed in the Arakkoa archmage's ears; she spoke in a sweet and gentle tone:

"Now that Zul'Gurub has stripped Ysera of her dream powers, it's time for you and me to take the stage."

Ah, how I envy Ysera for having such a devoted lover who would sacrifice everything for her. What a beautiful and pure love! Eranikus sacrificed everything just so that his goddess could return to her true mother's embrace.

Yes!

The Void Mother will care for her children with unparalleled tenderness: Ysera the Twilight Dragon King, Ysera the Corruptor, Ysera the Pain of the World—what a wonderful future!

The poor sleeping woman must be grieving the loss of her beloved. In her most helpless moment, let us summon the serene beauty of the void to soothe the poor girl's heart.

"Quack, of course, of course! You're right, you've done everything right, everything you desire will come true, my dear Saratas."

Master of Shadows, Eskar, stroked the dark dagger at his waist, watching as Ysera was gradually dragged into the rift in the dream under Zul'jiiva's manipulation. He whispered:
"But Isera's beauty is not even a fraction as great as yours."

"Ha, good boy. Here's a Void Kiss for you, but get out of here now, child. It's not just the Butcher of the Holy Light coming; it's also the Devourer of All Realms and the Void Herald."

The voice that echoed in Esca's mind carried a mixture of fear and disgust; she said sarcastically:
"It's fine if they compete with me for that title of the Void; I don't care about sharing the glory of the 'Pioneer' with others. But there's already a very dangerous and violent guy in the race of the Devourers of All Realms."

Dimensius has no patience for those who share the power of devouring. Ha, let's just wait and see Diakum's downfall.

Then, when the time comes, I'll shed a couple of hypocritical tears for these companions with bleak futures!

"boom"

Just seconds after Xalatas issued the warning, a terrifying explosion, accompanied by a golden streak of light, struck directly above the Temple of Atal'Hakkar, almost a replay of the tactic used to storm the Temple of Qiraji.

A standard "top-attack" attack, but it's the main cannon of a starship!
The only regret is that the Exodar is just a supply frigate, and its firepower is far less impressive than that of Storm Keep. However, for a decaying temple that has been buried underwater for thousands of years, the golden light that roared through the temple's central area actually meant that the "assault" phase of the battle was over.

"Zulushid!"

Diakum's roar echoed from the light, and as the archsor turned back in horror, he saw the Holy Spirit-formed Vigilant, carrying a shattered holy blade, stride out of the light amidst fluttering wings of light and the holy condemnation of golden cherubs.

The familiar scorching light, amplified by the power of a demigod, swept across the violently shaking temple ruins like a halo.

Wherever the light touched, everything in the shadows screamed as it was ignited and burned to ashes.

"Hand over the dragon soul you possess!"

He scolded.

It was like a whip lashing Zul'jiiva, so that the archwarder didn't even have time to care about his disciples in Azeroth. He turned around and transformed the dream power contained in the dragon soul into a tearing blade of light, smashing it towards Diakum.

He had no expectation that this attack would stop the vigilant.

After unleashing the light cannon, Zul'jidd nimbly plunged into the rapidly closing dreamscape before him, leaving the warlocks who hadn't had time to escape behind.
whispering sound!
Even as a warlock, you still have no sense of propriety!
When faced with a powerful enemy you can't defeat, instead of running away, those bastards who just stand there deserve to die!

However, to be fair, this light cannon is quite powerful.

The combined power of several green dragons, whose energy had been absorbed, blasted towards Diakum and even pierced through his Divine Law Shield, but it was blocked by the golden cherubs that surrounded and flew around it, forming a shield of light.

These adorable creatures don't just spend all day showering the Vigilant with compliments and singing hymns. When it comes to actual combat, they can also act as "intelligent defense devices" like "living floating cannons," blocking some attacks for Diakum, or using "Light Sneak Attack" in close combat to deal with those fools who try to assassinate the Vigilant.

Zulushid darted into the dream, as fast as a mouse. Just as the Watcher approached the rift, Eranikus, emerging from the gathering shadows, stood in front of him, wielding an emerald blade.

The Great Demon vs. the Vigilant.

The moment the two met, they raised their hands to fire "light cannons" at each other as a sign of respect. The fel energy beams and the light of holy divine punishment intertwined, making the ancient temple, which was already collapsing due to the bombardment, completely beyond saving.

"Go outside to fight?"

Eranicus asked a question, and Diakum nodded.

The next second, amidst a deep dragon roar, the Nightmare Dragon's savage form, enhanced by fel energy, shattered the temple's dome, leaving the terrifying behemoth, nearly a hundred meters long, with a wingspan exceeding three hundred meters and a height of almost a hundred meters, standing tall in the muddy waters of the black swamp.

Before his fall, Eranikus was the second strongest dragon after the Dragon Aspect. After embracing the infusion of fel energy, his body grew again, approaching the size of the Dragon Aspect. However, compared to Deathwing's 160-meter length and 400-meter wingspan, he was still a bit short.

However, given its terrifying size, the Nightmare Tyrant was enough to rival the Abyss Lords even within the Burning Legion, a region teeming with powerful beings.

It's said that the guardian dragons are not allowed to participate in the wars of mortals. It's unimaginable how desperate the mortals must be if such a thing suddenly appears on the battlefield between two countries.

The Azerothian Star-Soul Lord once said that the Proto-Dragons were His children and guardians, created for Himself. In terms of their size and power alone, these colossal creatures certainly deserve to be true "Guardians of the World."

Unfortunately, Diakum, having received a buff in Silithus, was no longer afraid to fight such a colossus. As the Holy Light erupted, the Radiant Holy Spirit's lightforged body expanded and spread until it transformed into a giant of light even taller than the Nightmare Tyrant.

After truly reaching the demigod level, Diakum's Giant of Light form no longer needed to be limited to a pitiful three minutes to unleash, allowing him to fully enjoy the thrill of giant combat.

As Lothar, wielding the shattered Ashbringer transformed into a giant blade, and piloting a Lightforged war machine on the ground to bombard cultists, watched with the awe of a myth, the Giant of Light unleashed the infinitely powerful Enemybreaker Sword Technique, severing a third of the Nightmare Tyrant's burning wings in the instant the two clashed.

"Your swamp is no longer safe!"

In the internal communications of the Lightforged Warframe, Crescent Blade Faria said to Marshal Lothar with a regretful tone:

"After this level of battle ends, the terrain of this swamp will be permanently altered."

Leaving aside the Nightmare Tyrant's fel corruption, the sheer intensity of the Holy Power being released by the Vigilant is enough to completely dry up this swamp in a short time. Congratulations, Marshal, you are about to have a flat, fertile plain.

"The prerequisite is that we must first defeat the demons and greenskins! Only then can the kingdom expand its territory once again!"

Lothar pushed the control stick, causing the powerful lightforged mech to charge forward like an armored vehicle, smashing a ferocious troll to death in the collapsing temple. He then somewhat clumsily maneuvered the Arbiter's Cannon on the mech's arm to bombard the dragons flying overhead.

He was enjoying the "FPS" experience at that moment, saying:

"I've made up my mind! In the future, I will name this plain 'Lightforged Hills' to commemorate today's great battle and victory! Hmm? Is that strange black dragon one of your members?"
This isn't one of the dragons of Azeroth, is it?
Why does it look so strange? Why does it have 'twin tails'?

Marshal Lothar noticed a powerful individual flying through the sky above the collapsing temple, striking the dragons like a black meteor. He wasn't alone; many others had also noticed this strange giant dragon.

"What kind of monster are you?!"

Another "Nightmare Lord" named Tyral, who had followed His Majesty Eranikus into Azeroth, stared in astonishment at the ferocious dragon covered in black spikes, whose brute strength and physical resilience were terrifyingly powerful.

Lord Terrar witnessed it crash down from the sky like a meteor, headbutting his own dragon subordinate.

Its two enormous dragon horns, like armor-piercing hammers, easily tore through the poor dragon's scales. Then, the dragon's wings were grabbed by its brutal claws, and with a gentle rip, it was smashed onto the shattered earth.

Onyxia, who was enjoying the battle, looked up in response to Lord Terrar's reprimand.

Her eyes, hidden beneath thick scales and a sturdy skull, gleamed with a bloodthirsty light. She raised her spiky, hedgehog-like wings, her claws tearing and slapping the dragon beneath her to pieces before soaring into the sky, her target Terrar.

"I am the monster of the Lightforged! I am the gluttonous beast of the shadows! I am the demon that will wake you crying in every nightmare!!!"

Onyxia roared and charged forward, but Tyral nimbly dodged it. However, the latter used his powerful body to stop abruptly in mid-air, then curled up to make the spikes on his body protrude, and rolled back like a battering ram to smash into the body of the Dragon Lord.

Like embracing a hedgehog, the Black Dragon Princess's first savage attack left Terrar covered in wounds amidst Terrar's painful roar.

The stench of the demonic blood falling further fueled Onyxia's berserker nature. The fighting desire hidden within the Nergigante by Diakum's Blood Curse was fully activated, much like an orc unleashing Bloodrage. With a low, ferocious roar, Onyxia relentlessly pursued Terrar, battling all the way.

She pulled all the dragons blocking her way together and eliminated them.

The dragons tore at her, lashed at her, and burned her with their breath, but Onyxia's wounds, broken bones, and decay always healed in a short time, and the torn bone spurs grew back stronger than before, unlike her enemies.

This is simply a "freak" born for battle!
"Blue coward! You just stand there and watch? Come down and help!!!"

As Onyxia was besieged by the seven dragons, the enraged black dragon roared, and then a blue light flashed into the battlefield. Before the dragons could react, a terrifying polar storm erupted in the air with a shockwave of cold air, instantly freezing their wings and bodies.

Onyxia was also frozen, but she didn't care at all.

With a flick of its body, it shattered the ice, then roared as it charged at the unbalanced dragons, tearing at them with its claws, biting with its teeth, and even launching bone spikes from its body to turn the fleeing dragons into pincushions.

They can't escape.

Because a strange, silver-blue dragon was flapping its wings in the sky, enforcing a no-fly zone.

It bears no resemblance to the Blue Dragon; its body curves are more slender and graceful. Most importantly, its back, head, wings, claws, and tail are covered with a layer of shimmering ice crystals forming an icy armor.

The ice crystals seemed to come alive, even forming sharp, bristle-like spikes, causing her to radiate terrifyingly cold air in all directions with every flap of her wings.

That wasn't a breath attack at all, but rather a passive effect similar to an "ice aura".

Even by the standards of the dragons, this ice dragon could be considered "beautiful," but the price of admiring its beauty was that they had no time to clear the ever-frozen ice layer on its body, and could not even take off. They could only endure the crushing blows of the mad, terrifying black dragon on the ground.

The two dragons easily thwarted the dragons' offensive with their combined efforts. When the Lightforged also began firing anti-aircraft shots into the sky, the dragons knew it was time to leave.

Eranikus brought almost all of his dragons with him this time. At least a hundred dragons of various sizes were flying in the sky above the Black Swamp. This had completely gone beyond the scope of "private matters." Therefore, Diakum guessed correctly that this was indeed a frontal invasion of Azeroth by the Corruptors.

Unfortunately for them, the dragons ran into the Lightforged Legion head-on.

The position formed by two thousand Lightforged is not so easy to break through, and the enemy also has starships like the Exodar for support, which is extremely disadvantageous for the dragon.

"Head north! Join the demons! Let the Legion's destruction descend upon this wretched world!"

Eranikus's roar echoed across the sky above the Black Swamp, and on the scorching battlefield where light constantly radiated, the Dragon King roared:
"Our people are free, and what we sought is before us. Fulfill our corrupt pact, warriors of the Emerald Legion. Do not fear death, for it is our final destination."
Go for it. "

"Ow!"

Lord Tyral, covered in blood and with only half a wing remaining, responded sadly and was the first to fly towards the northern sky. The remaining dragons also withdrew from the battlefield under the leadership of their respective lords.

The areas they flew over were shrouded in shadow, inevitably causing all sorts of chaos along the way, but all of this had nothing to do with Eranikus anymore.

Even the Nightmare Tyrant, using every trick in the book, could not defeat the giant of light before him.

Its fel breath can be purified by holy light, its claw strikes can cut through lightforged bodies but cannot harm Diakum, and its nightmare entanglement cannot shake Diakum's mental cocoon. However, a fully evolved Diakum can deliver critical hits with every strike against this fel creature.

This battle perfectly illustrates how powerless an ordinary demigod is when facing a "Chosen One of the Force," not to mention that this guy is being watched by two Forces at the same time because of his unique Force path.

After having his wings sliced ​​open by Diakum's scorching light wheel and then taking a devastating blow from a set of Destroyer's Sword Techniques, almost completely tearing his body apart, Eranikus's fate as a great demon had come to an end.

"Go ahead."

Diakum pressed the shattered giant blade against the dragon's skull, and the majestic giant of light roared:

"Leave your last words."

"If it is not eternal silence, what are your last words?"

The Nightmare Tyrant let out a weak laugh, and whimpered:
"Burn my demonic soul and send me on my way, Diakum. This is the end I deserve. I have given everything I could to restore the purity of my beloved, so that the chains of the Titans can no longer bind her."

My Ysera will eventually fall asleep in the embrace of the Star Soul Lord, enjoying endless sweet dreams.

We both know that we will meet again someday.
Ah, death! Beautiful death, magnificent death, the dead gather in the abyss, they flow upstream along the song of the soul, and one day they will visit the world of the living. May you be prepared.

"Do you have some misunderstanding about your own destiny?"

Diakum, in his form as the Giant of Light, stared at the dying Nightmare Tyrant. As his light faded, it resembled a sunset, and then, amidst the howling of darkness, he transformed into the Devourer of All Realms, clad in entropy-powered armor, his blade replaced by the Twilight Hammer, which roared with maniacal laughter.

Within the ethereal butterfly wings enveloped in dim light, he shook his head and said:

"Because of the sins you have committed against the Eredar clan, dragon, you shall go nowhere but the prison of sinners that exists because of me in the tides of the Sea of ​​No Light! I do not know what the Sargeras and the Force of Death promised you."
But sorry.

This is farewell forever!
So, tell me your last words to your daughter.

(End of this chapter)