Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 36 36. The Dark Titan's Corruption Advice

The moment Kil'jaeden returned to the battlefield, the morale of the Archon's Seat, which was surrounded by endless demons, was almost immediately reversed.

Especially the garrison officers who fought alone.

The moment they saw their commander "return" from the stars, their dimmed courage was rekindled.

Led by their respective commanders, they rushed to the battlefield ahead to meet up with Kil'jaeden. The commander who called upon the power of the world upon landing had sufficient strategic vision and knew clearly what to do at this time.

Especially after the demon's breaker, Kazak, was killed instantly by the "smooth little combo", the demon's offensive slowed down.

Kil'jaeden then pounced swiftly to the flank in the demigod form of the world's guardian, aiming directly at another demon demigod who could charge into battle, "Supreme Zakuun".

The newly formed Burning Legion has not yet recruited a perfect front-line commander like Annihilan who is proficient in both physical and magical skills, which has led to the demons' ability to break the formation being seriously insufficient.

Whether it is the Doomguard of Ereduin or the higher demons like the Fel Lord, they are all true "jacks of all trades", but unfortunately they lack the decisive frontal combat power. Being proficient in everything is equivalent to being proficient in nothing. Unlike the Annihilan who sacrifices his brain in exchange for power, how can you seize merit in the Burning Legion's destructive cause?
Especially at this time!

When these demons faced the battlefield protected by the two guardian Naaru, their frontal advance was very slow.

They are all numb.

This is the opportunity!
It can even be said to be the only chance.

"Diakam! I order you to protect Viren."

Kil'jaeden, holding his sword and shield, beat the Fel Demigod back repeatedly. He shouted to Dick, who was about to lead the Hand of Argus to support the counterattack not far away:

"Escort the civilians to evacuate. Don't linger in the battle! He may appear on the battlefield at any time."

"As ordered!"

Dick, riding on a heavy thunder elephant, immediately changed direction. Holding the scorching Blade of Kazzak in his hand, he led his Hand of Argus warriors in a circle in the Demon Sea.

At this moment, all warriors are calling for the strengthening of the Argus Star Soul. Although the transmission of the world's power has become difficult due to the intervention of the Dark Titan, it is still not a problem for the individual warriors to maintain their strength to crush ordinary demons.

They were like a knife cutting through butter, quickly returning to the guard area of the Archon's Seat and taking over the battle from the Naaru guards there.

"Escort the Prophet to the Altar of the Atama Crystal!"

Dick jumped off the Thunder Elephant and didn't even bother to wipe the blood off his face. He said to the six Chosen Ones who rushed to Velen to protect the Archon:
"Let the Prophet take charge of the holy relic, replace His Majesty Lula, and let the Guardian Naaru focus on the battlefield! Only in this way can we ensure that all our warriors are evacuated before the dark hour arrives."

"Diachem, you go!"

Velen was in a very bad condition at the moment. He was injured by Tichondrius's sneak attack before. The dreadlord's claws were stained with terrible fel energy, making it difficult for the prophet, who was in the state of Guardian of the World, to recover for a while.

He also knew that his current condition was not suitable for taking on important tasks, so he handed the Naaru Holy Staff in his hand to Dick while gasping for breath in pain.

他 说:

"With the Naaru Beacon, you can activate the Atama Crystal's defensive array. Your holy light is unique. Diakum, you will control the holy relic. I will stay here! I want to protect my brother! I will ensure that he will not be captured by the cruel fate.
Let me be selfish for once.

Please!

Let me be selfish just this once, we can’t lose him!”

Dick nodded.

He took the holy staff, moved by the passionate friendship between Velen and Kil'jaeden, but did not leave immediately. Instead, he checked the injuries on Velen's back and chest.

The Dread Lord's attack just now was too exaggerated. His sharp claws almost pierced through the Prophet's body. At this time, Velen used the concentrated holy light to forcibly suppress the filth of the evil energy and prevent it from erupting in his body.

As he said, he can no longer bear the responsibilities that require long-term spellcasting, but if the fel pollution in Velen's body cannot be dispelled immediately, it will leave terrible hidden dangers.

If the Dark Titan appeared on the battlefield, this fel filth would be immediately detonated. If Kil'jaeden was not saved, Velen would be captured by the Burning Legion first. That would be the worst possible turn of fate Dick could imagine.
Well, speaking of fate's decision.

Dick looked at the Eredar warriors who continued to fight amid the roar of demons behind him, then turned back to look at the Naaru spaceship hovering above the Archon's Seat. The last batch of civilians stranded in Mac'Aree were being transferred to it. At this time, there were only a few hours left before the Dark Titan's declaration of doomsday in thirty days.

This is a moment of fateful decision in the true sense, and Dick knows that it is time for him to "cheat".

It was in this situation that his Holy Light, Justice, and Hand of Destiny could exert its most powerful force. So, under the gaze of Velen and the Chosen Ones of Holy Light, Dick, holding the Naaru Beacon, grasped the staff forged from the brilliant Holy Light with both hands, raised it, and called out loudly:

"Holy Light! Primordial Light! The time to reverse fate has come. Please lend me the power to shake my destiny once again!"

This was not like the scripture of the priests calling upon the Holy Light, nor was it like the battle motto of the garrison officers, but when Dick called out, the brilliant light that had pierced the darkness at the beginning of the universe responded to him almost immediately.

Just like the scene when they first swore their oath in the Great Lecture Hall that night, the holy beam of light descended from the sky, which was obscured by the filth of fel energy, and tore through the clouds of darkness to illuminate Diakum.

The intense heat of the holy light even formed a physical shockwave, swirling in all directions with Dick as its center. In Dick's eyes, the pulsating golden runes formed the information he needed to see most at this moment:

【

The Eredar civilization and the world of Argus are at a crossroads of destiny, and any slight interference is enough to divert the tide of history.

【Destiny Choice】has been activated!
Holy Light Morality·Hand of Destiny has been strengthened!
The additional blessing of individual holy power is completed!

The pool of radiant energy temporarily expands to ∞, and the speed of holy power recovery is temporarily increased to the limit that the current individual can bear.

Holy Light Affinity is temporarily increased to 'Perfect'.

When the Holy Power is burning, the individual's strength is temporarily increased to 'Demigod Critical'. Due to the blessing of the world's power, after the amplification state is superimposed, the current individual's strength is 'Lower Demigod · Holy Light Force'.

hint!

After the Holy Power in the Radiant Energy Pool has finished burning, you will enter a 'weak state'. The current burning speed of the Holy Power Pool is: medium.

Your 'Hand of Fate' enhanced state can last for: 30 minutes.

Please wield the blade of holy light and change your destiny!
】

"Thirty minutes."

Dick raised his left hand and looked at his fingers that were almost completely cast into crystals from light. Clusters of shining runes were spinning in his hand, as if they were a part of him by nature.

At this moment, he was like the Man in the Light. In the surge of holy power, he almost turned into a human-shaped light crown, so that even Velen could not see Dick's face clearly. The Chosen People of Holy Light looked at the "Man in the Light" in front of them and put his hand on the prophet's wound as if they were watching a miracle.

"I don't know how long it will take you and Kil'jaeden to defeat Dark Fate, but I can only buy you thirty minutes. As soon as possible!"

he whispered.

In this enhanced state, Dick didn't even need to recite the holy words to mobilize the flowing light to transform it into holy healing and apply it to Velen. The dirty evil energy was ignited and purified like gasoline.

After doing all this, Dick stood up and walked towards the Atama Crystal Altar. He used the priest's leap of faith to ignore the difference in terrain and jumped up. With the flapping of the shining wings behind him, he lightly landed on the holy relic of the Eredar.

At this time, the guardian Narulula is here in charge of the holy objects and has created a barrier covering the battlefield to resist the evil energy attacks continuously shot out by millions of demons.

It is stuck here and unable to do the healing.

But once Dick reached out and touched the surface of the Atama crystal, Lula was freed.

The Naaru uttered a light, ethereal voice to convey his gratitude and blessings to Dick, then took off from the spot, hovering in the air above the battlefield, spinning his crystal body faster while releasing his holy light in a more offensive manner.

In addition to emitting a ring of holy light to directly disperse the demons that rushed into the Archon's Seat, it also transformed into a strengthened force to be exerted on every soldier who was still fighting.

The five warriors, besieged by a team of Fel Lords, were already in danger. However, after being blessed by Lura's holy light, the shining runes flowed through their broken armor, making the garrison officer seem to have entered a "temporary light forge".

At this moment, Fariya's eyes lit up with golden flames.

The fatigue in her body was dispelled, and the Kings Guard that had been scattered before was reshaped. A pair of blazing light-forged wings spread out behind her. The surge of power made the young garrison officer roar and swing the light-forged spear, coordinating with Telamon's holy light slash to kill the powerful enemy in front of him.

She looked back and saw that the garrisons and priests on the battlefield were all being strengthened by the shining rune.

Even Lord Commander Kil'jaeden was blessed by the Holy Light, allowing him to completely gain the upper hand in the one-on-one battle with Zakuun, and he killed the Supreme Lord again in less than ten seconds.

The morale of the demons dropped visibly amid Zakuun's wailing, and they were then slaughtered and driven out of the battlefield of the Archon's Seat by the garrison officers led by Kil'jaeden like chasing a flock of sheep.

The situation seemed to have turned in favor of the Eredar at this moment, and the most dangerous moment seemed to have passed.

But with a slightly panicked cry from Naruk Ulei, the guardian who was guarding the courtyard, the violent fel energy reaction appeared on the battlefield again.

Like a gathering storm of evil energy, when the dark green sulfur gale blew, brutal cheers rang out among the retreating demons.

Under Kil'jaeden's wide-eyed gaze, several inconspicuous demons were chosen and illuminated by the fel energy beam as if "sent by God". Their bodies expanded rapidly as if blown up, and their life levels and individual forms became more hideous and crazy under the dissipation of the power of "Magic Forging".

That is "Demon Ascension"!
That was the pinnacle of growth that all demons in the twisting void were pursuing. The blessing that should have been expensive was bestowed upon them at this moment like a free favor.

An inappropriate example is a grand opening promotion.

More magic beams lit up in the increasingly noisy fel storm, and accompanied by a strange and desolate roar, a huge fel rift was torn open by red crystalline claws on the battlefield in front of the Archon's Seat.

Then a twisted beast with king-like twisted devil horns, wings on its back and a burning tail rushed out.

It was very hungry, and its huge mouth dripping with corrosive saliva opened, spewing evil fire while grabbing the demons beside it and throwing them into its mouth, biting off their limbs. Its eyes like a storm of fire stared at the crystal on the highest tower of the Archon's Seat, which was emitting holy light.

There is also the "Crystal Tangram" that is suspended high in the sky and keeps singing a song that it hates.

"Ha, here comes Redmaw!"

The cunning Tichondrius flapped his wings and hovered in the air. The Lord of Dread laughed and said:
"Lord Sargeras's favorite Scorchhound has arrived on the battlefield. It is the eyes and claws of the Dark Titan. Our supreme master has approached this world.

The Eredar are finished!

Demons! Warriors of the Burning Legion, the Supreme Lord of the Twisting Nether is watching you, please him with war and destruction.

The promotion you long for is within reach!

Go! "

The Dreadlord swung his claws forward, causing more than a dozen hellfire meteorites wrapped in evil fire to smash heavily into the Archon's throne protected by holy light.

It roared:
"For the great cause of the Dark Titan! Charge forward and kill them all!"

"Roar!"

The Dark Titan's tamed Hound of Destruction flapped its wings, obscuring the sun, and soared into the air. Wrapped in unholy fire, like a flaming mountain, it aimed directly at L'ura, who was blessing and strengthening the entire battlefield. Tichondrius, the cunning creature, hid in the Scorching Hound's extended shadow. At the moment the frenzied beast collided with the Guardian Naaru, he attempted a sneak attack on Dick, who was guarding the Atama Crystal.

But again, Dick is a cheat!

He knew all the information about the Burning Legion's leaders like the back of his hand, and naturally knew the favorite attack methods and action patterns of these demon leaders. The moment the Dreadlord attacked him with the hypnotic claws, the King's Guard obtained in the Antoran Plains suddenly jumped out from Dick's light.

The heroic spirit holding the warhammer hit the Dreadlord on the forehead with a hammer. This guy's strength was directly inherited from Dick's body. Now in the state of Hand of Fate, he is a temporary demigod, and the destructive power of the Kings Guard has increased accordingly.

The Lord of Dread was stunned after being hit on the head by a hammer.

Before it could retreat, Diakum turned around in the form of the "Man in Light" and swung the Naaru Beacon in his hand like a war hammer, smashing it on it.

No skills, no tactics, just brute force!
The "demigod's strike" in the state of burning holy power was like a head-on collision with a holy light meteorite, submerging Tichondrius in the "sea of light" while shattering one-third of the tower's top structure. The most fatal thing was that the King's Guard perfectly replicated this strike in the next second.

Therefore, when the Dreadlord, who was overwhelmed by the holy light and was at a loss, was screaming and fleeing, he was caught up by the King's Guard and hit on the back with a hammer.

"what!!!"

The Lord of Terror is not dead yet.

This guy is very lucky and did not suffer a ridiculous second death today like other demigod demons.

But the sight of it spinning and plummeting into the ruins like a villain in a comic strip was enough to humiliate it in front of the demon's minions.

After all, it would be enough for the Nathrezim, a "biased student" who has put all his skills into reconnaissance, camouflage, and conspiracy assassination, to bully ordinary soldiers. Why did you bother Dick, a wall-hanger, for no reason?

If it weren't for the constant infusion of the Atama Crystal Relic to create a barrier to protect the battlefield, Dick would have at least nine fucking ways to kill you!
Nine kinds!

"what"

At the same time that Tichondrius was defeated, Lula's screams were heard above Dick's head.

Obviously, as the guardian of the Naaru, it was a little helpless after being targeted by the ferocious hounds trained by the Dark Titan. Faced with the crazy biting and tearing of Redmaw, the Naaru, who was not good at close combat, could only use its crystal body to resist the fangs and claws.

Under the opponent's fierce attack, Lula's body was shattered into pieces.

The scattered crystal fragments spread out like a rain of light.

This is normal. The Naaru doesn't even have hands, so it's wishful thinking to expect it to swing the Fist of Holy Light in close combat.

"retreat!"

Kil'jaeden has issued a retreat order on the front lines.

Those newly promoted great demons who were chosen by the power of the Dark Titan to ascend to demons on the battlefield have gone mad.

In order to win the favor of the Supreme Lord, they attacked the Eredar's defense line in an almost suicidal manner. The casualties of Kil'jaeden's servants within a few minutes forced the newly recaptured position to change hands again.

Being besieged by three manic demons at the same time, he felt somewhat overwhelmed.

Perhaps the Dark Titan's approach to Argus completely cut off the Star Soul Baby's connection with the Eredar. Kil'jaeden could clearly feel his strength declining, and the same was true for the other warriors.

We can’t waste any more time in stalemate!

He led the Hand of Argus's most skilled soldiers to the front, buying time for other soldiers to retreat, while the Naaru spaceship in the rear was approaching the center of the battlefield.

Because K'ure and Lula were determined to protect the battlefield and their Eredar friends, the Genedar spacecraft, which was temporarily handed over to their two Naaru supporters, Kara and Deori, attempted to carry out a "battlefield first aid" and bring the soldiers trapped in the Demon Sea into the cabin.

With the "teleportation landing" of the Naaru spacecraft, such rescue can theoretically be completed, and the injured soldiers are being enveloped by teleportation arcs and pulled into the spacecraft.

But Kil'jaeden was too far away!

The spaceships could not venture too close to the warfront, which was like a meat grinder. The demons also had fel artillery firing, and if they were hit too many times, the Naaru's spaceships would also fall.

This means that the commander and his soldiers must break through!
"Kil'jaeden! Come to me!"

Just as the commander was hesitating whether to give up his life and fight to the death, he heard Velen's shout.

He turned around and saw his brother waving Diak'um's spear staff made of demon horns and trying to rescue him with the Chosen of Light. Seeing Velen's anxious expression and hearing his call, Kil'jaeden burst out with courage again.

His cold heart seemed to be melted by the warm flame in an instant, leaving him with no more fear or regret.

He grabbed the seriously injured recruits Akama and Old Hatton who were following him, dragged them and led the remaining warriors to advance towards Velen with difficulty under the siege of crazy demons.

Both brothers were thinking about saving each other at this moment.

Even though the blessing of the world's power was weakening, Velen's almost life-threatening use of holy light transformed it into an offensive waterfall and a sweeping holy storm, which eventually allowed the two teams to reunite smoothly.

"go!"

Velen supported Kil'jaeden.

The Chosen People of Holy Light carried the weak warriors on their shoulders and rushed towards the last place of hope on the battlefield that was already in ruins.

The demons are roaring!

They excitedly rushed into the Archon's Seat from all directions like a rolling torrent, and couldn't wait to plant the demon's battle flag in the core of the Eredar's rule, declaring that the world was in their hands. The Eredar warriors endured humiliation and pain, and supported their companions to run towards the spaceship in the center of the battlefield.

More soldiers have been isolated on the battlefield.

Unable to break through the Sea of Demons, they could only use their last bit of strength to wish their people a safe journey, and then pick up their weapons to complete the final battle with the demon cubs from all directions.

"careful!"

Faria's scream made Velen, who was evacuating, look back and see three battlefield-ascended Mo'arg warriors rushing towards them with red eyes.

The prophet's eyes widened.

At this moment, he had no time to think. He protected Kil'jaeden and the others behind him, and he burst out the holy light at the most extreme state to form the defensive barrier of "Holy Word Barrier".

"boom"

Three explosions sounded at the same time. The crazy Mo'arg Melts, who were temporarily promoted to the edge of demigods, detonated themselves in an attempt to kill the two archons of the Eredar.

They knew that such a brilliant victory would win them supreme glory, but they underestimated Velen's determination and the favor of the Holy Light on him.

Such a horrific self-explosion blasted a rift filled with evil energy on the ground, but Velen miraculously protected everyone. The price he paid was that he endured all the damage and was truly near death at that moment.

He fell into Kil'jaeden's arms, blood flowing from his eyes, and the broken staff in his hand fell to the ground.

"No no! No no no!"

Kil'jaeden panicked.

Even when facing the siege of countless demons, he remained calm. At this moment, holding his dying brother in his arms, it was as if one foot had already stepped into hell.

He returned here under the pressure of fate in order to avoid such a terrible outcome, but his return instead plunged his brothers into current despair.

"Vellen, don't leave me."

The Archon hugged his brother and roared desperately like a beast.

Talgath, who had been following him, shot an arrow with his one arm, knocking down the charging demon guard. He shouted to Kil'jaeden in a hoarse voice:
"Commander, send Lord Velen to the Naaru. Perhaps he can survive! The Holy Light loves him so much that it will not allow him to leave at this time."

"Yes, that's right, Holy Light! The Holy Light will heal my brother. He is destined to shine forever. The Holy Light has shown me that future! I will not allow that future to change before my eyes! I will never allow it!!!"

Kil'jaeden gritted his teeth and stood up.

He originally wanted to personally escort Velen to the distant spaceship, but at this time the demons had completely blocked the surrounding roads. With just a glance, Kil'jaeden knew that he had to make a decision in this situation.

"Talgas, I give you my final orders!"

The commander turned around and handed Velen in his arms to the Chosen One of Holy Light. He said to his most trusted lieutenant:

"Escort Velen to the ship and protect him for me."

"I refuse, my Lord."

Talgas, the assassin's chief who walked in darkness and shadows, also saw things clearly at this moment. He loaded his jeweled pistol with one hand and said:
"I have served you for thousands of years. Your will has always been my guiding light. Now that you are about to do something foolish, I cannot choose to abandon you alone. Lord Velen is protected by the Holy Light, but you only have us by your side.
Therefore, please allow the Assassin's Court to accompany you on your final journey."

"Humph, this is your own choice. Don't regret it after you follow me into hell."

He patted Targas's shoulder, reached out and pulled down the Heart of Argus hanging on his chest, kissed it lightly, and put it into Velen's hands.

He said goodbye to his brother in this way, then picked up two bloodstained jeweled swords from the ground. With his back to the retreating crowd, he said to Targas and the garrison officers who followed him:

"Raise my banner! Show the demons where the High Archon of the Eredar is, and let them charge at me. If they want my head, come and take it!"

Rays of holy light were bestowed upon Kil'jaeden and his warriors, like a final blessing.

The commander looked back at the highest tower of the Archon's Seat.

Diakum Zastins's "Man in Light" was holding a holy object and trying his best to protect the entire battlefield.

He really tried very hard, but he couldn't save everyone, just as he had tried his best but was still heading towards that dark fate.

That's it.

So be it.

Wearing a battle robe forged of holy light and a shining cloak, Kil'jaeden dragged two burning giant swords towards the battlefield with the most demons with an expressionless face. Anyone who approached who was not an Eredar would be ruthlessly chopped down by him.

He saw his men fighting a desperate battle.

He couldn't give them up!
Just as he ultimately could not allow himself to abandon this world.

Every time he looked up, he could clearly see the figure standing outside the sky.
Dark Titan, Sargeras.
His footsteps are near, but so what?
I have indeed seen the same fate in different prophecies, and I may really become that "red-skinned one-eyed Ogryn", but so what?
Wants our allegiance.
Just come and get it yourself!

(End of this chapter)