Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 358, Section 48. Pass it on! Grandma Tai was drained dry by Diao Ge.

It seemed like a dream that had lasted for many years, or like a battle with a powerful enemy that had never stopped.

He had only been struck by a vicious curse that froze time in the final second of the war, but Lady Elune's rage was still boiling, and Lady White's dark moon phase still enveloped him.

The enemy is still there!
Yes.

The stench of demonic sulfur still lingered in his nostrils. The Burning Legion had not yet left, and the demons continued to roar, wanting to destroy the world. They wanted to kill Lady Elune's people, they wanted to destroy Suramar, and they wanted to kill Malfurion, Illidan, and Maiev.

We can't let them succeed!
Lady Elune wants to protect this precious yet fragile world, but where is Azshara? Did she run away? And where is the Well of Eternity?
Why am I in this dark place?

Amidst her chaotic thoughts, Tyrande Windwhisper tilted her head in confusion.

She had many questions, but the most active one seemed to be wondering why a strange blue-skinned hoofed man had appeared on the battlefield where she was fighting Azshara.

He wielded dazzling holy light.

But his physique was exactly the same as those vicious Aman'ri warlocks, and he also had a similar appearance to the wicked Sculptor Sachil.

Perhaps it's some kind of strange demon species?

But it doesn't really matter.

Kill it!

Then banish every demon you encounter, and never disappoint Lady Elune's expectations.

Azeroth needs her.

A black moon crown appeared on Tyrande's forehead, and dazzling stars shone on the black moon tattoo on her face, like a cool mask. She held two black moon blades in her hands, one on each side.

The light of the black moon enveloped her shoulders like a cloak, causing her white battle skirt to sway.

As the Night Oathman slowly rose as if carrying a heavy load, all the seals placed upon him over the past ten thousand years were shattered one by one, like withered chains.

A burst of holy light appeared, like a streak of starlight transforming into a barrier of divine law, with the light of a holy shield rising within it. A deadly black shadow slashed toward Diakum at such a speed that it was impossible to catch it.

Time was of the essence; Diakum, having drawn Ashbringer, didn't even have time to chant, and could only shout:
"help me!"

"boom"

A terrifying beam of light pierced through the earth's crust hundreds of meters above Nightsworn Keep, enveloping Diakum within it.

With a soft shattering sound, the Holy Light's power empowered him to step forward, carrying Ashbringer, and swung his sword to block the downward slash of the Black Moon.

The combined power of Argus and Azeroth's star souls caused Diakum's aura to surge wildly, and his character card stats fluctuated wildly as if infected by a virus, eventually settling on a power rating of "Demigod - Perfect".

This is the highest level that can be achieved at this stage after being "cheated" by all external forces.

To peer further into the realm of lesser gods requires more than just the favor of the Force and the enhancement of the two lords; Diakum must first complete his path of light and darkness.

However, against the Moonlit War God who has just awakened and is still recovering, his current power is barely enough.

"boom"

Dick extended his five fingers and caught the descending crescent moon blade. The dissipation of power caused the ground beneath his feet to crumble and annihilate. The clash between the wrath of the moon goddess and the holy flames of the emblem created a terrifying energy field of "decomposition of all things," and everything around the battlefield of the vigilant and the night oath was being rapidly eroded and destroyed.

Most entities in the material world would struggle to maintain their original state in such an energy conflict, not even the silent and resilient earth.

Can fight!

This was the first thought that popped into Dick's mind.

He was then struck head-on by the "Moon God Orbital Cannon" that fell from the sky. The Moonfire spell, which was connected to Elune's divine power, hit Diakum on the forehead and almost gave him a concussion.

The Vigilant was not one to stand idly by. He immediately disregarded the precept that hitting a woman was not the act of a good man and chose to retaliate. In his transformation into a sanctified seraph, he unleashed a Divine Law: Punishment, which simultaneously covered the white and black figures with the "orbital cannon."

This is called throwing light cannons at each other as a sign of respect.

The two unharmed stepped forward amidst the scattering of light, swords in hand. Black Moon slashed repeatedly, shattering the Seraph's wings of light, while Solar Storm tore apart the Night Oath's black veil.

In the instant they passed each other, Ashbringer cried out and flung out several fragments of its completely extinguished sword.

This made Diakum's eyes widen.

Those weapon fragments had completely lost their spiritual energy and turned into ordinary iron, which meant that every attack by the Moonlit War God would take away a part of his "light".

The opponent can sever the connection between him and the Holy Light Force!
But before he could think any further, the Vigilant turned and slashed again. The collision of weapons caused him to experience an unusual, sharp pain in both arms. Several more fragments flew out, and Dick's vision blurred as the excruciating pain in his body erupted, shattering the Seraph's holy armor into pieces.

This power.
In less than ten seconds, it doubled?
Hey sis! Where did you buy this? Could you share the link?

"Her power is increasing rapidly!"

Lord Argus roared:

"Run! You're no match for her now."

"Go, watchmen of Argus."

The slumbering ruler of Azeroth was also awakened, and she reminded her:

"The power of the Moonlit War Goddess is almost limitless. She can freely draw upon Elune's power without any restrictions. It is the survival of the fittest unique to the life force, she becomes stronger when faced with stronger opponents! Don't put any more pressure on her, otherwise her condition will become even more unstable."

"At this point, how am I supposed to leave?"

Diakum's sanctified seraph form was shattered by brute force for the first time. He then entered the form of the radiant holy spirit, but did not transform into the giant of light, as that would only leave him vulnerable to attacks. Instead, he used his original form of holy light avatar to unleash a sword technique that would force back the Nightsworn. With the enhancement of the world's power, he used his supreme martial arts skills to fight back against his opponent.

He responded in spirit:

“If I leave, there will be no one alive on Mount Hyjal today! The black moonfire that she releases automatically is deadly to any mortal, and my morality does not allow me to stand idly by.”

Lord of Azeroth, call upon Aegwynn.

"Have her bring the Staff of Sargeras over, and while she's at it, check on what's going on in Malorne. I need the Moonlight that can put Tyrande to sleep!"

“Dick, don’t act rashly, you’ll die here.”

Lord Argus tried to persuade him further, but the Watcher only gave a brief reply:
"Not today, I've made plans!"

"puff"

In that short time, the scorching moon blade covering the black moon pierced through the avatar of the Holy Spirit of Light. Wherever the black moonlight went, it was like an interference device being activated, making the connection between Diakum and the Holy Light intermittent.

Where the moonlight shines, the Night Oathers are everywhere.

Dick had difficulty tracking the opponent's attack trajectory, but he knew that Tyrande's power had at least doubled in this short period of time since her awakening. He couldn't drag this out any longer, or he would really be unable to fight her.

Ashbringer was tossed back into his baggage. This loyal weapon had not yet grown to the point where it could contend with a lesser god. Dick simply stood there with his hands empty, assuming the starting stance of the Jadenig Fist.

He forced himself to calm down, and the five little golden angels around him also spun around, swords in hand, to protect him.

Fifty-dollar brothers stepped out into the holy light, only to be annihilated by the swirling moon blade the next second.

The King's Guard inherited Diakum's power; in other words, the Nightsworn had just demonstrated to him what it meant to "instantly kill a demigod." But before he could even think, the second Black Moon Blade pierced through from the flank.

The blade, shrouded in the black moon, transformed into a dim moonfire, and was caught by the vigilant with one hand the instant it pierced the radiant holy spirit.

The golden angel, uttering a stern rebuke, swirled forward and transformed into a "five pillars of light prison," delivering a divine arbitration that instantly dispelled the moonlight, allowing the Moonlit War God to appear before Dick.

With his free left hand raised, a ball of compressed golden holy flame gathered at his fingertips into a pulsating sphere of light. In order to obtain the most lethal destructive power in a single strike, Diakum amplified all the faith power he had collected into this attack, which shot out amidst the illusory sounds of thousands of people singing praises to the holy light.

Mythical-level ultimate technique: Sachiel's Death Finger (Holy Light Faith Enhanced Version).

Both the twins and Imira learned the knowledge of the Enlightened One's Gift, and Diakum had enough time along the way to master this extremely destructive technique and use it in accordance with divine decrees.

"boom"

The light beam bursting from her fingertips shattered Tyrande's head like a bullet, and the released energy pierced through the earth's crust hundreds of meters above, sending blinding golden light soaring into the sky. Everyone on Mount Hyjal could clearly see the meteor that seemed to cut through the heavens.

The Moonlit War God's activities caused the entire Mount Hyjal to be turned upside down, alternating between day and night.

At this moment, an ominous black moon hung in the sky, almost extinguishing all the light on the earth.

Not only were the elves at a loss, but the demons who were causing trouble around Mount Hyjal were also panicking. They were afraid that Elune's Moon Goddess of War would go berserk and send them a Moon God Orbital Cannon from 800 miles away.

Diakum gasped for breath, looking at the body with its head smashed in front of him.

The Black Moon was dissipating, and the connection to the Holy Light was being restored, seemingly indicating that the Nightsworn were being temporarily suppressed. But just as Diakum shattered the Black Moon Blade in his hand, a black light flashed past him.

"boom"

The arm, wreathed in holy light, slammed to the ground, but no blood flowed.

The Vigilant, whose right arm had been severed, took the blow in his Crystal Naaru form. Before him, Tyrande's neck, still in the swinging motion, had its head, which seemed to be "growing at an accelerated rate," fully regenerated in a single breath.

The supreme creation of the life force has no concept of "death." As long as Lady Elune's wrath continues to boil, she can fight on until she is burned to ashes by the wrath of the Black Moon.

Dick, now a "one-armed hero," remained expressionless, even sporting a slight smirk.

Everything was proceeding according to his tactics.

He drew his long-unused Flame Blade and pointed it forward. Looking at the Black Moon Flame burning around Tyrande, he knew that this heavy blow had temporarily allowed the Nightsworn's power to break through the limitations of a demigod and enter the realm of a lesser god.

But her body, strengthened by Azshara's magical powers for millennia, was about to give way. In the light of the black moon, annihilated ashes were dancing in the air, scattering bright embers like trees burned by flames.

But the good news is that her eyes are becoming clearer.

She's about to wake up.

Dick glanced at the healed wound on his shoulder.

He can regenerate severed limbs, so he doesn't care about his lost arm; it's just a necessary loss in battle.

But Nightsworn's unreasonable attitude also provoked his anger, and he stretched his neck and said in a hoarse voice:

"Have you had enough?" "If not, let's continue!"

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"quick!"

Malfurion, in the form of an owl, carried Lady Maiev, the High Priestess of the Moon, and charged into the collapsing Malorne Sanctuary, with Illidan close behind.

The leaders of the night elves already knew something terrible had happened after the moon goddess's warning, but by the time they arrived, it was too late.

The Watchers and priests kicked out by Diakum were now unable to approach the "Collapse Zone" ahead. They stood there as if on the edge of a violent earthquake. The earth and soil seemed to lose all physical properties at this moment, constantly transforming into all sorts of strange shapes amidst the boiling and intertwining of the Force.

This is the terrain destruction created by the Nightsworn's Black Moon Strike and Diakum's relentless Destroyer Sword Techniques.

The forces of the Force were being slaughtered within it. Although both the Holy Light and Life were "three positive" forces, the conflict between them was no less severe than that between the negative forces.

"hiss"

Illidan tried to step inside, but his demonic hooves were severely burned the moment they touched the rhythmic ground. The boiling holy light was no longer as gentle as before; it seemed to have been enraged by the challenge to life and had now turned into a merciless arbiter.

Eggman, a demonic servant, will indiscriminately harm anyone who dares to get close.

“We must go in! Tyrande has awakened, and we must save her before she is consumed by Lady Elune’s dark wrath.”

Malfurion, usually mild-mannered, was more reckless than his brother this time. He transformed into a giant bear-man with antlers, ready to charge in, but before he could even get in, he was blasted away by a streak of light.

The dark green light shone continuously, transforming into a dreamlike power that separated this intersecting area from the rest of the land, as the elves watched in astonishment.

A raven descended from the sky, and Aegwynn, who had come to kill at the behest of the world, transformed in mid-air. Wearing the Dragon Soul, she picked up Sargeras' Scepter and plunged it into the ground.

She didn't even have time to explain.

She couldn't care less about the monster's impact and destruction on space; she had to send the Night Oath and this area out of the planet before Tyrande's power broke through to the level of a lesser god, to prevent her indiscriminate killing from causing irreversible damage to the world itself.

"click"

The sound of space shattering echoed around as the plot of land, which Aegwynn had meticulously "carved out" from space, entered the teleportation process. It would only take a few seconds to throw this piece of land out of the world.

Yes, that's all.
"boom"

Aegwynn, who was casting the spell, was thrown several steps by the backlash of energy, and her illusionary form could not be maintained, transforming her into a giantess made of steel in front of the elves.

The Scepter of Sargeras before her was trembling. The weapon of the Dark Titan shattered space but could not send the area below out of the world. It was not that it was not powerful enough, but that a force below had interrupted the tearing of space.

It seems the Moonlit War Goddess has no intention of leaving; she appears to be entangled with a powerful enemy.

"It's a bit troublesome now."

Aegwynn clutched the Heart of Azeroth to her chest, turned and waved, signaling the elves to move away; what was about to happen here was not something they could participate in.

"Go to the Emerald Dream!"

The Star Soul Spokesperson stuck the weak Elune's Staff, which was screaming "Magna, I'm so scared, let's run!" out of the way, grabbed the Scepter of Sargeras, and shouted to the elves behind him:
"We need to find Malorne to seal the Nightsworn. We need that moonlight. If we can't find it, we'll most likely all die here today!"

Having said that, Aegwynn swung Sargeras's Scepter and sent himself into the fierce battlefield below.

When Aegwynn, imbued with the power of the world, fell into Nightsworn Castle, which had become a battlefield of the Force, what she saw was Diakum being pierced through the body by the God of War of the Night. The invincible half-giant collapsed and fell to the ground in an unprecedentedly disheveled state.

His holy light is fading.

The golden cherubs also cried out in sorrow as they transformed back into golden holy symbols and vanished into the dim light.

The light of the vigilant has been extinguished.

he died.

Just as the candle of life was blown out, without the illumination of holy light, the Night Oath Keep, which had been completely "melted," fell into the shroud of the black moon. In that deathly and terrifying darkness, the Night Oath Keepers, enveloped in black moonlight, turned around.

She glanced at the Black Moon Blade in her hand, which Diakum had severed with his Enemy Breaker Sword Technique, and threw it to the ground.

Her body bore the scars of battle, but as she approached Aegwynn, those wounds rapidly healed along with her white battle dress, and she casually pulled out a flaming blade stuck in the ground.

The Fireblade Clan's sacred blade had completely shattered under the immense pressure, leaving only half of its black stone-like blade. When it fell into the hands of the Nightsworn, black moonfire followed the broken blade forward, forging a new blade of light from the White Lady's rage.

Aegwynn's body trembled as she grasped the Dragon Soul, transforming the Dragon King's power into a dream shield that she applied to her body.

She knew that the one before her was a near-demigod, and even though her power was unstable and her body was burning to ashes, she was still no match for her in her current state.

Star Soul Lord's ultimate enhancement might allow him to hold her off like Diakum, but victory is a pipe dream.

But then Aegwynn discovered that there were no residual energy traces from the Eye of Sargeras's eruption, and Diakum had not used his trump card, "Ancient Madness."

Dick hasn't used either of his two trump cards for a comeback. Does this mean...?
"puff"

With a casual swing of his sword, Nightsworn shattered Aegwynn's dream shield, causing the emerald power to dissipate as scattered light. The power of the Guardian Dragon King was utterly insignificant before the "Hand of Elune."

But the next strike did not come out.

The Night Oath, seemingly not quite lucid, discerned that Aegwynn was not an enemy.

"Get out of the way. There's a demon standing behind me. I'll protect you."

Just as Aegwynn was about to retaliate, she heard Nightsworn's voice and looked in surprise at Tyrande Windwhisperer, who was staggering outside.

After being sealed away for ten thousand years, she regained her sanity after a fierce battle with Diakum.
wrong!

It has not fully recovered.

She'll need to endure at least a few more intense battles to regain her senses, and the elves will probably have to hurry, otherwise Tyrande's body will be consumed by the ever-growing wrath of the moon goddess.

This guy was covered from head to toe in the Black Moon Flame of a Lesser God, and even the invisible space trembled under the scorching heat of this cold yet intense flame.

Why are all the creations in the realm of life so strange?

"Ok?"

The Night Oathkeeper, carrying the Black Moon Blade, stopped after a few steps. Dazed and confused, she turned back to look at the "Demon Giant" she had just slain.

His light has been extinguished, he is dead, but why does he still sing?
Under her gaze, Diakum's battered body was supported by boiling shadows, and he floated up stiffly like a puppet. As the shadows cheered and surged into their master's body, the three crowns of light on Diakum's forehead transformed into pitch-black crowns of darkness amidst strange, ethereal songs.

The flow of cold entropy energy converged on the body as if it were changing clothes and being crowned. Black butterfly wings appeared behind it, and the first flap brought up a chaotic wind that was enough to freeze the soul.

After emerging from its cocoon, the black candle flame is rekindled.

As Diakum opened his eyes, his purple pupils appeared eerily bright under the black moonlight.

He seemed somewhat bewildered, and with a flick of his fingers, he made the Twilight Hammer jump into his palm. The two Void Eyes formed by the convergence of shadows on his shoulders also rotated their pupils, staring at Nightsworn from the left and right.

"Ywaq maq oou. (They will not die.)"

The Void Pioneer, whose light had been extinguished and which was then reborn as the Devourer of All Realms, wailed.

Unlike his previous actions of voluntarily entering the void form, Diakum was no longer as easygoing and rational as before.

At this moment, he was closer to the chaotic form of those Naaru after they fell into darkness. They needed to constantly absorb all the light, heat and energy they encountered in order to possibly rekindle their light in the darkness; otherwise, what awaited them was the tragic fate of becoming "Void Entropy Demons".

This is also Diakum's current state; he is only one battle away from his final fall, while the Sea of ​​No Light is boiling.

Even though Aegwynn wasn't a Voidwalker, she could clearly hear the Void Lords roaring and cheering.

at last!

They had finally waited for Diakum to fall into this desperate situation, and all they had to do was wait patiently for him to return to the void forever!
Even at this moment, that group of chaotic idiots cheered fiercely on Elune's "good daughter," urging the Night Oath to work harder to protect their "source of light" from being taken away by Diakum, and to let the Moon God of War send the Vigilant to the very end of the Void Entropy Demon.

Use a little more strength! Haven't you eaten?
How could such a weak attack possibly harm the physically immune Devourer of All Realms?

“Ywaq maq oou.ywaq maq ssaggh. Ywaq ma shg'fhn. (They are indifferent to death, and indifferent to life. They exist outside the cycle of life.)”

Diakum, carrying the Twilight Hammer, walked towards Nightsworn with a sob.

The latter sensed the danger and thrust forward with the Black Moon Blade, but the Devourer of All Realms neither dodged nor avoided it, allowing the sharp blade to pierce through its void body.

He is not harmed by a mere blade, but the Black Moon Fury clinging to the broken blade is an excellent "source of light," which he devours with great gusto, just as a traveler in a snowy night cherishes every bit of fuel.

"boom"

The jubilant Twilight Hammer slammed down on Nightsworn, only to be struck by the latter's devastating Black Moonfire.

But just like before, Elune's rage was devoured by the Devourer of Worlds, who even let out a satisfied whimper of a gluttonous creature.

“Qam oou iilth ez i awtgsshu amun on'ma! (Let the feast of a thousand throats begin!)”

He said this, eager to seize more glory.

He then pounced on the arrogant Night Oathman with a frenzied hunger, letting the opponent's fatal blows fall on him. Swords were useless, but the wrath of the true god could be devoured as food.

He must come back to life from the dead!
He longed to devour all light to rekindle his own, and even in the darkest hour, the path of light and shadow still guided Diakum back into the light.

This is his path, this is his power.

Aegwynn, belatedly realizing what was happening, grabbed Sargeras' Scepter at that moment, finally understanding why Diakum had insisted she bring it with her.

Sargeras' Scepter is not for Nightsworn!
Unless it's voluntary, it's very difficult for this thing to forcibly move a minor god.

This scepter has only one mission today: to send the Devourer of All Realms, who is as dangerous as the God of War of the Moonlit Night, to the "right landing point" at the right time.

The logic is simple: if Diakum can even steal the "light" of the Night God of War in his Entropy Demon form, it means that he won't get diarrhea no matter how many demons he "devours". Although it is unknown how much "light" this guy needs to consume to return to the Holy Light, there are enough demons near Mount Hyjal for him to enjoy.

Felwood Forest was devoured of everything except demons; it was the Devourer of Worlds's meal, which it ate in vain in order to embark on its journey home.

This is the vigilant's plan.
Wonderful.

(End of this chapter)