Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 37: The Great Enlightener's Doomsday Prophecy
As demons ravage Mac'Aree and lay siege to the Archon's Seat under the orders of the Dark Titan, a sneaky group of men, protected by demons, break into the deserted Temple of L'Ula.

They wore arcanist robes covered in blasphemies, revealing red skin and fel-altered claws beneath the concealed ornaments.

As fugitives of the Awakener Cult, they had suffered a lot during the recent period of scrutiny. They were like rats whose nest had been raided, and they could only hide in the darkness of the sewers and barely survive.

But those dark days are over!

Now that the demon army has landed on Argus and is sure of victory, these "guides" can finally move freely in this demonic realm with open arms.

Those Manari arrogantly led their demon minions to participate in the hunt for the Archon, but the absolute diehards of the Awakener Cult still maintained a low profile. For example, they would run to this ghost place far away from the center of the battlefield when the war was in full swing.

They have something important to do here.

Several Man'ari warlocks brought demons into the imprisonment area below the Temple of Naaru. They used warlock magic to corrode the door lock and entered the cage where the Enlightener Thal'kiel had been imprisoned for the past month. As expected, they saw the beheaded Thal'kiel thrown here in a miserable posture.

The poor old thing's head was missing, and his broken, hunched body was almost drained of blood. This was not a recent execution, and he had been dead for at least a week. Velen would not do such a thing, so the order for the secret execution must have been given by the cruel Kil'jaeden.

"It's so miserable."

A Man'ari sorcerer sighed.

She waved her hand, and the others immediately took action. With the help of the demon servants, they quickly completed the arrangement of the ritual. Then, under the manipulation of the corrupted art of summoning fel energy, a pure and grand well of fel energy was created here.

Manari, holding the treasure chest, stepped forward with an attitude of reverence and opened the treasure chest in his hand.

The sorceress who presided over the ceremony took out an irregular green soul stone from it, held it in both hands and then threw it into the well of fel energy.

Amid the roiling dark green liquid evil energy, they heard the sound of the soul stone crackling.

Amidst this unusual movement, one could hear Sachir's painful groans. An invisible hand manipulated the ritual's fel energy to flow into the headless, shriveled corpse. Under the engraving and strengthening of the fel energy lines, the remains that had already been broken were restored to the robust posture that an eredar should have.

"Children"

Sachir's deep and muddy voice echoed in this secret room filled with burning and shadows. He said:
"Where is my perfect head?"

"Here, great Enlightener."

The sorceress who presided over the ceremony opened another treasure chest and took out a half-made skull artifact. She said to Sachir, who was returning to his body:
"Your head was given to his servants by Kil'jaeden. We found it after breaching the Reliquary. Unfortunately, your flesh has been..."

"It doesn't matter. We are sorcerers, tailors and craftsmen of souls. We are just shells, not worth anything."

Sachir's voice became satisfied and joyful. The headless corpse stood up, stretched out his hands in a horrifying posture, and held his skull with all the flesh removed. He placed the skull on his spine in a very serious and formal posture.

As evil energy poured in and flowed, dark green flames began to dance around the skull.

It was like the regrowth of flesh and blood, making Sachir's face reappear in a posture woven from flames.

It moved its neck, stretched out its hand to slightly adjust its spine, and finally touched the wound on its forehead with some regret. The skull that it was most proud of was no longer so perfect, like a scar of shame. Even if the ascended demon could reshape the body and erase the scar on the flesh, the scar left in the soul still represented a regrettable failure.

But that's okay.
He still has a chance to wash away his shame.

Yes!

At least there is still a chance today.

He opened his arms with satisfaction and allowed his apprentices to put some black and green warlock robes on it.

A magical weapon made from the skull of an Eredar wizard and a staff made from the spine of a fel hound were delivered to Sachir. These broken things caused flames to surge on Sachir's skull and he made a "pouting" gesture.

Obviously, it looks down on these junk.

But considering that his apprentices had to hide and evade pursuit while preparing for their own resurrection ceremony and hiding their soul stones, he couldn't be too harsh on their loyalty. Now was not the time to be picky.

Sachir is actually a leader who is very easy to talk to. He is wise, generous and charismatic, which is why he has so many loyal followers working for him even in such a desperate situation.

"Have Velen and Kil'jaeden left?"

it asked.

"The war for the Archon's Seat is not over yet, Enlightened One."

The sorceress replied respectfully:
"Although they sent away most of the civilians, the Legion's warriors were brave enough. They were trapped in the Archon's Sea, with only the ship called the Genedar to rescue them. We just received news that there were also naaru ships on the continent across the Eredas Sea to rescue civilians, but the demons got there first and captured several cities.

Following your instructions, our brothers and sisters are standing guard in front of the refugee camp, strictly prohibiting those brutal guys from harming our people.

This is the promise we make, we are not the shameless servants of the Destroyer.

Oh, right!

There is a piece of news that will surely interest you.

Diak'im Zastins! The bastard who betrayed us twice, he's now on the battlefield in the Archon's Seat."

"Oh? That's great."

A ferocious smile appeared on Sachir's fiery face, and he said:
"Then let's go meet him. I'm also curious about how the amazing Dick would answer the questions I asked him."

"Are you going to do this?"

The sorceress said in surprise:
"Your achievements are fully worthy of the award from the Ascended Demon. Lord Sargeras is approaching Argus. Perhaps you can complete the audience with him before dealing with that bug. Uh, with all due respect, my lord.

Although Diakum is a traitor, he has had good luck recently. Even the demons are afraid of his holy light and they call him the "Holy Light Butcher" in awe.

This is a nickname given by the most brutal group of demons. You should know its significance.

Therefore, if you don’t go through the magic casting, I’m afraid.”

"Ah, you mean I'm going to fail again, right?"

Sachir let out a low laugh.

Although he had just been resurrected, the long-term pressure of being an Enlightener and the complete shaping of evil energy gave Sachir a strange and terrifying aura, which made the surrounding Manari feel fear from the bottom of their hearts. It seemed that after experiencing death, this Enlightener had been "reborn".

It ignored the apprentices' concerns and walked out of the cage with its weapon in hand.

The demons summoned and controlled by other warlocks also obediently made way for this "ancestor of warlocks" as Sachir advanced.

Its shadow lengthened and grew darker as the evil fire danced, as if it was about to connect the shadows of the entire underground prison together.

it says:

"The Dark Titan has bestowed upon me the supreme honor. Once the Heart of Argus falls into the hands of Lord Sargeras, I will be given a brand new body from the fel power gushing out from the heart of the world. It will be a holy body forged from fel energy! It will be a more perfect vessel to carry my soul.

This dejected posture now is just another opportunity given to me by the turning point of fate, allowing me to say my final farewell to this world and those friends in a relatively familiar posture.

Win or lose?

Haha, meaningless concept.

The moment they decided to flee Argus with the protection of the Holy Light, we had already won, and if everyone's goal is to protect the people and preserve civilization, then there will never be a loser in such a struggle.

Don't be afraid, children.

I just need to have a chat with Diakme.

I will personally send him on his journey to the starry sea, or leave him behind to share the gift of darkness with us.

That's all. "

Sachir explained his thoughts and waved his hand as the other Manari bowed their heads and followed him. He said:

"Tell me, during the time I was imprisoned, what great deeds did our Diakum brothers accomplish in the name of 'Argus' and the Holy Light?
Please forgive my meddling, children.

But I am about to say goodbye to a strange soul. I can't just leave here in ignorance, right?
So, go ahead.

I’m listening.”

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"Well, bad news, we might be left behind, kids."

Under the broken tower of the Archon's Seat, Dick, in the form of "Man of Light", held the Holy Staff of the Naaru Beacon in one hand and the Atama Crystal Relic in the other.

He even had time to joke with the garrison officers around him who were under his protection.

But no one responded to his humor.

Everyone is very tired.
Especially against the backdrop of the huge, scorched hound corpse behind him.

Not only Malderan and the five little warriors who rushed here beside him, but also the twins who ran here at some point were all injured. Even the Narulula floating above his head had half of its crystal body bitten off by this damn monster.

In the end, it was Dick who transformed the protective power of the Atama Crystal Relic into an offensive beam, and while the Naaru was restraining him, he blasted Redmaw's heart with a scorching holy light cannon.

In his memory, this ferocious demigod monster should not have died on Argus.

Thousands of years later, it will fall at the hands of mortals in another unknown world. As the Dark Titan's favorite hound lord, its death is quite embarrassing. As a demigod-level evil beast, it was assassinated by a weapon created by a mortal with the power of an entire world.

Compared to that regretful ending, dying on a battlefield that will be remembered for ten thousand years may be a good ending for the Hound Redmaw.

"I don't understand why you insist on me chopping off its teeth."

Captain Naili, who was carrying a large backpack, took a look at the several disgusting canine teeth in the bag and complained bitterly:

"But I think this stuff is disgusting."

"Take it as a trophy. Believe me, it's hard to find this kind of casting material anywhere else in the universe. I'll make you two daggers or a spear. Of course, that's for the future.

Now, follow me!"

Dick rolled his shoulders and said:

"My holy power can only last for a few minutes. His Majesty Lula and I will do our best to escort you to the Genedar. This means we have to cross half of the battlefield, and every demon there has enough reason to pounce on us and bite us in the name of their evil master.

so.
If anyone falls behind, there is no hope.”

"Let's go."

Malderan, coughing continuously while clutching his chest, leaned on his warhammer and glanced at the hundreds of warriors behind him. He touched the Heart of Argus hanging on his chest and said to Dick:
"The Dark Titan has completely severed the connection between the World Soul and us. Those powerful forces have left us. Now it is up to you to act as a torch in the darkness, Dick."

"Don't be so desperate. In addition to the power of the world, we also have the Holy Light!"

Without any hesitation, Dick held the holy relic in both hands and pointed the Naaru mark on the ground, spreading the energy in the holy relic to the warriors around him, arming them to embark on this final escape to the finish line.

"It's like a super-sized 'Devil Warriors' training."

The sharpshooter Barat sighed, inserted his last quiver into the jeweled crossbow, and said to Telamon beside him:
"Cover me for a while." "Just run forward! Don't worry about the left and right, and don't worry about what's behind you."

Telamon had lost his helmet.

He pulled a mask over his mouth and nostrils. Even with a few scars on his face, he was as calm as ever and said:
"I'll cover your retreat."

"So, can't you two geniuses use teleportation to get us to the teleportation zone under the Genedar?"

The equally exhausted Yimi La complained to her two schoolmates:
"Aren't you usually very capable? Why are you silent now?"

"Alas, I can't talk to a priest like you whose head is filled with Holy Light."

The twins no longer had the energy to argue with Imira, the last one in the group. Each of them held the skull artifact and extracted pure arcane from it to replenish their energy.

Still transmitting.

Don’t you see how terrifying the concentration of evil energy in this battlefield has reached!
In this situation, the evil force has almost dispelled other forces. Not to mention spellcasters like them, even shaman cavalry like Jaid can no longer feel the existence of elements.

He could only hear the world's cries.

Is that the Argus star soul's lament for its own impending fate, or is it a blessing to the Eredar who are embarking on a long journey?
"Be careful to protect His Majesty Lula."

Dick reminded the others:
"It was severely injured in the battle with the Redmaw Beast just now and can't withstand any more blows, otherwise it will break. If it breaks here, I guess even the Holy Light himself can't put it back together.

Are you ready?

Walk! "

As the order was given, the moment Malderan rushed out with the five little warriors, Dick, who was in a strengthened state, released the holy light outward in the form of a waterfall.

The holy light, which was like liquid, turned into a torrent and pushed forward. The moment they rushed out of the broken tower, the demons that surged up were burned and blown away.

The Genedar spacecraft was ready to take off, and they had very little time left. Naturally, they could not take a detour and could only rush across the battlefield in a straight line.

Dick was almost releasing his burning holy power in a countdown manner. This enhanced state was maintained by the principle of burning the pool of brilliant energy, and the time he was enhanced by the moment of destiny had reached the bottom, and he would even begin to burn his own holy light.

Even though Dick had more holy power than any other garrison commander, he couldn't withstand the burning for too long.

They have to race against time.

Looking down from the sky, it looked like a group of Eredar "dump trucks" shrouded in light were constantly advancing in the Demon Sea, but their speed was still visibly slowing down.

Dick felt his weakness.

The Hand of Fate state couldn't be maintained for much longer, but they hadn't even crossed half of the battlefield yet and couldn't stop here, so Dick chose a more risky approach.

He stopped where he was and gathered the last of his holy power, using the Naaru Beacon as a medium and the priests' skills in manipulating the sacred fire to release it forward all at once.

It was like a holy light cannon was fired at this moment, or like an arc of light shot out by a "shaking finger", like a holy blade that was cut down, sweeping away all obstacles in front of everyone.

"Quick! Charge!"

The moment Dick threw the laser cannon, he went limp and was grabbed by Malderan and carried on his back.

The Naaru Beacon was thrown to Imira to continue operating. With the remaining burning holy power on it, she could continue to shoot out light cannons to expand the trajectory of her advance.

The Genedar seemed to have noticed the warriors who were trying to break out to the teleportation area. The spaceship, which had already started to take off, stopped in the air under the impact of a huge number of demon bats, leaving them with a glimmer of hope.

"Hold on, Dick."

Malderan ran forward with him on his back. Amidst the ethereal voices of the Naaru overhead, the old garrison commander said:
"We will definitely escape! Listen, His Majesty Lula is also encouraging us."

"That's it giving a warning! You, my husband, who doesn't understand Naaru, get out of the way!"

The weak Dick was probably the only Eredar in the group who could understand the Naaru language. At his shouting, the charging crowd only had time to roll outwards.

The next second, a series of "liquid hellfire" fell from the sky like a concentrated attack of a giant flaming fist that cut off all hope. It should have brought all of them into the attack range, but because the weak Narulula took the initiative to stand up to protect it, the destructive firepower was all absorbed by it alone.

The continuous blows caused the holy Naaru to utter its final wail, and it shattered with a sound like breaking glass in front of the entire battlefield. It sacrificed itself in exchange for the safety of others.

Those shining crystal bodies scattered around Dick and the others, like a meteor shower that didn't have time to say goodbye.

But even at the moment when he was shattered, the loyal guardian Narulula still tried his best to cast a large-scale restorative magic, exerting his last strength on this group of brave Eredar.

[High-level priest skills [Desperate Prayer]/[Pain Suppression] have been learned! ]

A line of runes jumped into Dick's eyes. With Lula's final help, his weakness was quickly dispelled, and all the pain was temporarily removed at this moment.

He stood up, snatched the jeweled heavy shield from Malderan's hand, pushed Nari on the other side away, and guarded with the shield in a standard defensive posture, taking the soul fire and chaos arrows coming from the front head-on.

The first burst of soul fire caused the heavy shield to explode and shatter.

The second chaos arrow hit Dick directly, but the Atama Crystal in his arms helped him withstand this blow that was enough to destroy his soul.

Under the regretful gaze of Sachiel, who was surrounded by demons and killed, the Eredar relic in Dick's arms exploded like a killed Naaru under the impact of chaos arrows filled with pure fel energy.

The seven-colored crystal flew out of Dick's hand and fell to the ground around it, which was already ignited by evil fire.

"What a shame, it was just that close."

Sachir shook his head.

With a burning skull on top, it stood between Dick and his crew and the Genedar spacecraft, like a sudden wall of despair that cut off all hope.

"Dick, Diakam! My apprentice, my favorite traitor! I'm here to collect your answer."

The Enlightener cried out:
"You and I faced the same problem, you and I fell into the same desperate situation, and you gave a completely different answer. I admire all your efforts, and I even hate that fate didn't let you come to us sooner and become the true savior of the Eredar!

But there is still a chance, it is not too late.

Stay, Diakme.

You have the talent to become a 'Fel Lord'. Abandon the weak Holy Light and you should master a more powerful force! There are still so many Eredar in this world who have fallen into desperate situations. They need your protection just like those fugitives.

Stop struggling.

Stay.”

"All you want is me, Sachir."

Dick coughed and stood up.

He had no weapons, so he could only pick up the crystal fragments scattered from the ground after Lula's shattering and hold them in one hand like a sword. In the other hand, he grasped the golden fragments of the shattered Atama crystal. He shouted:

"Let the others go! I'll stay here and finish this damn Q&A with you.

Let them go. If there is even a trace of Sachiel's soul left in you, this monster, I know why you made that choice. So, please leave your last bit of kindness and mercy to these children."

"You actually think I still have mercy in my heart? Haha, you really do understand me. Why not?"

Sachir smiled and raised his hand.

The surrounding Manari warlocks were very dissatisfied, and the demons who were eager to devour flesh and blood and kill lives were even more unwilling.

But under the order of the Enlightener, who had gained the favor of Lord Sargeras and was granted the power of "Great Demon Lord", they could only obediently make way for the Genedar.

"Go, go, children."

Dick stayed where he was.

He knew that this path to the future was no longer his, and he said to the others:
"Take the fragments of the Ata'mal crystal and hand them over to Velen. Continue to protect our people as we protect our world. Every Eredar is your compatriot. Do not give up on them, do not give up on the Holy Light!"

"Go ahead and listen to him, kids."

Sachir also spoke at this moment:

"This is my last mercy, Eredar. No, cornerstones of the Draenei!
Go on!

In memory of the elders and warriors, carefully concealing the despair in your hearts, you embark on your path of exile, praying to your glimmer of light every night, hoping I won't find you again. Next time, there won't be a brilliant soul like Diak'um to plead for your life.

Lord Sargeras will obtain a diamond in the rough, and for that, He is willing to give up you, the inferior stones."

"We're not leaving!"

Faria's teeth were about to break.

Her morality, persistence and ideals did not allow her to leave Commander Dick here alone, but the next moment, her hand that raised the weapon was pressed down by Nari.

Nellie looked back at Dick.

Surrounded by demons, Dick nodded to her, signaling her to take the children away.

This is the only way.

"go!"

Nellie turned around.

With her eyes red, she bent down to pick up a green crystal fragment and squeezed out a voice from between her teeth:
"Obey Brigadier General Diakum's orders! Soldiers, follow me."

“We can’t do this.”

At this moment, it was no longer the outspoken Imira who raised the rebuttal, but the Gemini who usually preferred to be clever. They held two activated skull magic weapons and were obviously ready to fight to the death.

Nari silently walked over, grabbed their wrists, and dragged them away.

Under the gaze of the demons and the laughter of the Manari, they supported the wounded and carried the fragments of the holy relics, stumbling towards the Genedar under Dick's gaze.

Dick watched them go.

His vision was finally blocked by the fel energy rift that was torn open by Sachir's wave of his hand. Beyond the scorching atmosphere with the smell of sulfur, amid the roars of thousands of demons, a burning and magnificent figure appeared at the end of the sky.

The Enlightener opened his arms, looked at him, and said:
"I've granted your final wish, Diak'um. Now it's your turn. Tell me, answer me. What answer did you come up with when faced with the Dark Titan?"

Ps:

With everyone's help, I finally beat the other contestants of the same period and successfully received the Sanjiang recommendation. So, it will be available next Tuesday at noon! I'll be updating to 50 chapters! Over a month of perseverance and patience has been waiting for this moment that will burst forth like fireworks.
me!

I, Lao Lu, always keep my word!

(End of this chapter)