Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 366, Section 56. Hunters, assemble! Let's slaughter those shameless, deadly minotaurs!
Agamaggan is struggling.

This sounds incredible.

This great boar has never been a submissive creature since its birth in Azeroth.

It is as resilient, wild, and stubborn as the barren land where it was born. It is rough around the edges and never cares about details. It values ​​friendship and honor. During the War of the Ancients, it was one of the first demigods to stand up against the demons.

After unfortunately falling under the control of fel energy, Agamaggan lost everything he had, and the infusion of fel energy turned him completely against his former self.

Brutal, savage, and ruthless.

Transformed into a destructive beast in the hell of mental torment, it races through the sea of ​​stars for ten thousand years, creating endless ruins and tragic disasters wherever it goes.

But one thing remains unchanged.

Agamaggan is a powerful being; there are few things in the vast universe that can make it bow down, let alone the current struggle that feels like being mired in a quagmire.

The previous battle with the brothers Ursol and Ursoc was a brutal and visceral fight, with the clash of fangs and giant hands displaying powerful masculinity. The splitting of mountains and rocks shattered the entire battlefield into a rift valley. However, now the rift valley is filled with darkness, as if layers upon layers of entropy mist are covering the sky and swallowing up all the light.

The Destroyer longs to find the one who made it suffer, to teach it a lesson with its brute force and relentless crushing, to stomp it into the mud and grind its bones to dust.

But its repeated charges at Diakum only produced a strange sensation, like hitting some kind of gel. No matter how powerful it was, no matter how deep its fangs pierced, it could never inflict any more effective damage on its opponent.

On the contrary, with each contact, his body temperature dropped lower and lower, the evil fire swirling around him weakened, and his cursed life force became increasingly fragile.

Its tough skin was covered with black frost, as if it had been trekking through a polar storm in a snowy landscape; the flames and columns of air spewing from its nostrils were becoming increasingly ethereal, as if every ray of light and heat would be immediately swallowed up the moment it left its body.

The wild boar was like walking in complete darkness; it didn't know where to go, nor how long it could hold out.

This is a formidable enemy.

Like an abyssal octopus emerging from the deep water, its soft tentacles will always wrap around the enemy's body one by one. Even if a few are torn off, more tentacles will emerge from the dark abyss to strangle the neck in a more deadly way, allowing the feeling of suffocation to fill the body little by little, while stirring up fear to fill the mind.

Diakum is that vicious octopus!
The Devourer of All Realms, immune to physical damage, is the Grim Reaper of Agamaggan today. It is really difficult for the Great Boar to dispel its ever-present, radiant devouring light. Only by occasionally spewing out fel fire enhanced by fel energy can it barely dispel the sky-covering aura it brings.

However, as the void entropy energy becomes abundant, the connection between the Great Demon and the Twisting Nether is being severed.

Attacks without Force attached pose no threat to it, but with each passing second, its own life force diminishes.

This guy is a void demigod.

It doesn't even need to launch an attack; its void power transforms into claws and spikes that tear at the mind. Those claws pierce Agamaggan's raging mind, bypassing meaningless destruction to dig deep into the hidden doubts, pain, despair, and powerlessness.

It is searching for the deepest fear in its own heart.

That was a bomb he had left for himself. With just a gentle flick of the Void Fire, the terrifying explosion would tear this invincible body apart from the depths of his soul.

The great demon knew he couldn't let things continue like this.

It had to break free from this void shaped by the Devourer of Worlds. So, in the shadow of entropy, when the dark wings of the Devourer of Worlds reappeared, Agamaggan did not charge forward recklessly. Instead, he turned and charged in another direction.

It dragged its body, covered in black ice, and its increasingly weak hooves, tearing the ground apart in the darkness to create tremors, trying to stop the hungry insects.

Those thirsty worms that followed the Lightforger and devoured the light were a bunch of cowards, like hyenas following a lion. They didn't dare to confront him head-on, but only dared to hide in the entropy mist of the Devourer of All Realms, waiting for an opportunity to pounce and bite him. Those rats didn't even dare to linger, and would retreat quickly with that piece of flesh.

I could crush these shameless bastards with one foot!
However, it must now retreat.

So Agamaggan ignored the insects that pounced on him in the darkness and began to gnaw at him.

It was accelerating, constantly accelerating, heating up its body to resist the deep-seated cold, dissipating the black ice on its surface, and re-establishing its connection with the evil energy. It would only take a very short time for it to replenish the life force that had been devoured.

Endurance is its natural talent, and this talent has not been eliminated even after it turned to fel energy.

close!

The boar seemed to sense that it was getting closer and closer to the border of this land of no light, and closer and closer to the fel energy. It seemed to have already seen the green fel energy glow, and it was about to return to the sulfurous hell pit.

Yes.

It was just a little bit short.

It was just like ten thousand years ago, when he was severely injured in the battle with Manonus and could not return to his lair. He could only rest in place and wait for his companions to return and rescue him.

That was when I was at my most powerless, and it was at that moment that the green evil energy appeared before my eyes.

The Shaper appeared beside him, healing his weakness with warm fel energy. It infused his body with fel fire, granting him the entire starry sky as his hunting ground. The endless rage and destructive desire made him stronger and stronger, and every day after joining the Burning Legion was filled with unparalleled joy.
"We've found the source of your fear."

Diakum's voice rang out, like a resounding bell, instantly waking Agamaggan.

It awoke from the illusion that it was about to burst forth from the land of darkness.

He had neither escaped the fog of entropy nor returned to the embrace of evil energy!
It was trapped in this dark swamp by the "entropy tentacles" of the Devourer of All Realms. Diakum's cold thoughts, like tentacles, kept searching through his memories and finally found the node that could defeat it.

The faint pain emanating from his numb body meant he was being devoured by the Shadow Chaser swarm. Their sharp mouthparts were tearing chunks of flesh from his wounds, while the greedy Twilight Hammer was gorging on his blood, treating it as a delicious brew. His life force was dying out.

His "light" was taken away by the other party.

"Ow"

It let out a hiss, its four hooves wobbling weakly as it flung the insects clinging to it and crushed them. With all its might, the massive body rose and staggered weakly toward the edge of this not-so-large, dark place.

The Shadow Chaser swarm was thrown off as the behemoth moved, but even more insects would leap onto Agamaggan's body and tear at its flesh.

The Devourer of All Realms stopped behind them, its dark, glowing wings fluttering gently. Veins of light had already been lit, signifying that this "devouring of light" was about to be completed.

But Diakum did not choose to devour Agamaggan's last ray of light in a gluttonous manner.

Instead, he let the wild boar stagger toward the darkness.

Killing the Great Demon in Void Form would only send it back to the Sea of ​​No Light. Even if he used the power of the Holy Light to purify Agamaggan, the lurking Death Force would benefit from it. From Agamaggan's memories, he already knew that this guy was corrupted into fel energy by Thachir ten thousand years ago.

Just like the cases of Lecanthos and Eranicus.

Once Agamaggan in his fel form is purified, the "small switch" within the boar's body will definitely be activated, causing it to switch sides and become the power of the Shadowlands in the realm of the dead.

Moreover, it will definitely not be the peaceful "retirement" model of a Wilderness Demigod heading to Ardenweald. Perhaps Agamaggan's soul will be shaped into the most terrifying Abyssal Beast in the Maw, becoming a force in the hands of ambitious people in the Land of the Dead.

Vigilant individuals do not appreciate this act of "aiding the enemy."

He didn't want to see the "Death Minotaur" unleash its power again, brazenly handing over precious powers belonging to other Forces to them right before his eyes. The fate he was trying to change was being shaped by those guys.

Since we'll have to fight each other eventually, let's start now and be more thorough!
This life force is such a good harvest of leeks, evil energy is so powerful, death is so powerful, can't my Great Void be powerful too?
He had found the deepest fear and despair in Agamaggan's soul. For a Void Power Master, finding these things meant that the other party was now completely under his control.

Then the Devourer of All Realms raised the Twilight Hammer in its hand, causing the red and black crystal and the large rotating eyeball in its center to light up, and slashed downwards along the beacon it had left in Agamaggan's memory.

The great demon, who was rushing out of the land of darkness, suddenly let out a deafening scream of pain.

Those "good memories" covered by fel energy shed all pretense at this moment. The exhausted boar seemed to have returned to 10,000 years ago, lying alone in the heavily wounded land, waiting for his companions to return and rescue him. When Sachar appeared with the fel seed, what satisfaction and desire did he have?

That was clearly despair and fear in the face of a degenerate end!

It writhed in agony in its own blood, covering its body with mud mixed with demonic blood, even trying to dig a hole to bury itself to resist the corrosive power that penetrated deep into its bones. The blessing of the life force was stripped away little by little, replaced by a burning pain.

Sachiel just watched as the great demon lord laughed maniacally. He knew he was about to gain an unparalleled behemoth of destruction, while he could only lie there and let the disaster engulf him. On the battlefield strewn with corpses, no one could help him. Falling into fel energy was his only fate.

The malice of emptiness continues to trim along the torn-open facade of memory.

They stirred up the despair that Agamaggan had been buried for millennia, tearing at its shrill cries and returning it to its desperate state.

It saw its own corruption, the strengthening it received from Cenarius the Corruptor's constant infusion of demonic plague within the Burning Legion, and the fearful gazes of the creatures in the places it went.

They knelt, pleaded, and cried out in despair, wanting nothing more than for mercy for themselves and their world.

but no.

There was no forgiveness, no mercy. He was covered in evil fire, spewing demonic plague, leaving corpses and ruins in his wake. How many worlds had he destroyed in the past ten thousand years?

The number of Agamagan is unknown.

The moment it was forced to awaken from that dream of destruction woven by evil energy, it once again fell into endless despair.

It is no longer a mighty god of the wilderness, nor a destroyer that traverses the starry seas; it is merely a shameless executioner who has fallen into depravity after being abandoned, with its hands stained with the blood of destruction.

Fel energy can indeed alter an individual's power and catalyze their strength, but it is difficult for fel energy to change the fundamental nature of a soul, especially when its moral compass is firm enough.

No life that can become a god of the wilderness is ordinary, and Agamaggan's righteousness is firm enough that it requires the sculptors and defilers to constantly cast illusions of destruction upon it in order to immerse it in the "pleasure" of destruction.

Unlike the Destroyer Manonos, who was a born madman, Agamaggan never wanted to become a Destroyer.

When it was born on the ancient continent of Kalimdor, it was a happy little wild boar, and its only desire was to eat its fill, travel around, and root around.

Meeting Lady Freya was an accident, becoming the God of the Wilds was an accident, and establishing Razor Ridge and creating the Boarmen was also an accident. It did not resist accidents and was happy with everything that fate brought it.

But the true nature of Agamaggan will always be that of a mud-covered little rock-skinned boar, who would be happy all day long just by finding a sweet root.

This is not it!

This monstrous plague that brought suffering to the stars was not it.
It's a nightmare, but no one can wake me up.

"Ow"

Amidst a agonizing roar, the Shadow Chasers on the battlefield spotted the colossal beast bursting forth from the land of darkness.

Its entire body was covered in wounds, with countless Shadow Chasers crawling on its body and tearing at it like leeches clinging to withered bones. With each step Agamaggan took, countless insects fell to the ground, while the entropy energy of the Devourer of All Realms bound and tore at its spirit like black chains.

It's like a wild boar that's fallen into a trap and can't break free.

Demonic blood is flowing, and hope is being extinguished.

The wild boar bursts out of the darkness not to embrace the light, but because it can no longer embrace everything.

The behemoth of destruction began its descent the moment it leaped, its body wreathed in a cloak of torn dark entropy energy. It crashed to the ground like a dying fish, carving a terrifying trench and crushing countless insects before coming to rest in front of the mountain rocks of the position.

It stopped at the feet of General Staghelm, who was wielding an entropy-powered war scythe.

Those green, raging eyes were filled with despair and regret, and even shed cold tears.

It is no longer powerful.

The destructive urge within him was shattered by Diakum, and all his despair and fear were ignited, meaning that he was heading towards a dead end on both a physiological and psychological level.

It was dying, like a dying god.

As the wings of the Darklight Butterfly flapped, the Devourer of All Realms, which had turned into dark smoke and landed like a fallen angel, reappeared in Agamaggan's sight. He strode forward, wielding the Twilight Hammer, with the Void Eye on his shoulder locked onto it.

The ripples of darkness surrounding the void signified an impending execution.

With its last strength, Agamaggan rolled its eyes at Diakum, and the world before it split into two realms at that moment.

In reality, Diakum reached out and snatched away its last ray of light, causing the darkness that enveloped it to gradually fade away; in the spiritual world, it saw the Guardian, shrouded in holy light, appear in its most feared memories, standing before it, alone and waiting to die, in place of the detestable Sachiel.

The vigilant reached out his hand to Ajamagam, who lay weakly in the blood, and said:

"Join the Shadow Chaser swarm, and you will never be abandoned again."

"Sachiel the Fallen: Those Destructive and Desperate Sins"

"We will find him, we will face him together, we will make him suffer what you have suffered. We will make him pay tenfold for all that despair!"

The forerunners of the void opened their arms to it, made promises, and granted it the future.

Therefore, Ajamagamghani chose to accept it.

It no longer wants to be a weapon in the hands of others to create more suffering; it wants to transform all the sorrow it has caused into new power and ultimately inflict it on the instigator of all this.

The insect hives in the Sea of ​​No Light were howling like madmen, with the Overlord himself leading the swarm in a shriek.

It was so happy!
It's so satisfying!
The great and generous Lightforgers have not only brought back the powerful genes of a great demon to the Zerg Swarm today, but also a true "Soul of Overlord" to the Shadow Chaser Swarm.

The Overmind wouldn't even dare to imagine how powerful the "Hive Overlord" created by Agamaggan falling into the Void must be.

All it knew was that the Shadow Swarm's expansion in the Sea of ​​No Light would reach new heights. Yes, the moment the Shadow Lord Beast named "Agamaggan" awoke from its hive, the swarm could launch an even more invincible conquest!
The Sea of ​​No Light was also churning, and the Void Realm was clearly satisfied.

Not only because an eternal spirit that once belonged to life joined them, but also because this was a victory snatched from the jaws of fel energy and death by the Lightforgers!
Nothing is more pleasurable than snatching the treasures that belong to the enemy.

The Void powers that Diakum was punished for letting Ysera escape were finally restored at this moment, but now is not the time to be happy. The "light" of a great demon is not enough to bring Diakum back from darkness to light. Fortunately, there is plenty of demonic energy in the World Tree Highlands for him to use.

However, before returning to the battlefield, Diakum summoned the loyal Saloras.

"Send this little guy back to Razor Ridge."

As he spoke, he vanished from the battlefield as a dark wind, leaving behind only the remains of a great demon, lifeless and devoured by the swarm of insects.

Saloras was still a little confused, not understanding what Commander Diakum was referring to, but as she looked down upon hearing the voice, she saw a small rock-skinned boar hiding behind her robes.

It seemed terrified by the enormous remains of Agamaggan before it, and even more so by the worms that were frantically devouring its flesh.

It was just a little wild boar.

My greatest desire is simply to be able to sniff out a sweet root when I'm hungry, and to occasionally roll around in the mud to my heart's content.

This dangerous war hell is not the place for it.

"It's crazy!"

Saloras bent down and hugged the frightened little boar in her arms, completely unconcerned that the mud on the little boar had soiled her robes.

She complained to her younger sister beside her:

"He himself has not yet seized enough light to rekindle the light, and his own life is on the countdown. Yet he still spends his precious energy to create such a pure individual with a blood and flesh curse. This is simply courting death."

"Don't say that, sister."

Aurecis reached out and stroked the little wild boar, whispering:

"The commander stripped away all its resentment, pain, despair, and fear, shaping the last remaining warmth and hope into something new. Just as light cannot exist independently of shadow, he personally showed us the true meaning of how to use the power of darkness to create light."

Even when facing life and death, he can still have a kind heart; he's such a gentle person.

But how should we deal with it?

"Plump and with delicate skin and tender flesh."

Saloras poked the little wild boar's body and said maliciously:

"Barbecue would definitely be delicious."

The intelligent little wild boar was terrified.

It trembled in Saloras's arms and cried out for mercy, which made the two sisters chuckle at the hellish scene of the swarm devouring the demon.

“Well, I know a guy who’s very kind to wild animals. Maybe we can entrust this little beast to him.”

General Deer Helmet, who had witnessed the entire scene, stepped forward and whispered:
"It's still unclear how much 'talent' the Lightforger left it. Razor Hill is said to be haunted by undead, so it wouldn't be able to survive there. But I believe that guy who prefers beasts to people will be able to take good care of it."
Alas, Agamaggan, may you rest in peace.

(End of this chapter)