Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 380, Section 70: Farewell to the Eredar - May you be free from the torment of death, and may you rest in peace.

The Illidari's hunting ships have now entered the pursuit phase, like a scattered pack of wolves chasing their targets relentlessly. The Demon Hunters, mobilized by Illidan, are eagerly preparing for a thrilling and brutal boarding maneuver.

If firepower is insufficient to completely destroy the enemy, launching a direct landing strike is a necessary tactic, especially since the Illidari intend to capture at least one warship.

But just as the victim, Alturis, was preparing to lead his warriors in a boarding maneuver, he discovered that his leader had sent back a message from the demonic command ship:
"Oturis, send out fel craftsmen to prepare for the takeover of this command ship!"

The Star Hunter's voice was somewhat distorted due to energy interference as he gave orders to his hunting general:
"I have taken control of this place."

"So fast? As expected of Lord Illidan!"

Auturis paused for a moment, then casually offered a compliment.

How long had it been since the Exodar rammed the ship with its "Holy Light Ram"? According to the normal battle plan, it probably wouldn't have even been able to break into the bridge in that long.

There are only two kinds of demon hunters in this world: Illidan Stormrage and the other Illidari.

"This has nothing to do with me; it's some complicated, um, historical issues of the Eredar."

Illidan, however, explained in a subtle tone:

"I obtained these spoils without even fighting, and I found some clues about Marton in their star charts."

This is an excellent opportunity!
I request that you repair this demonic command ship as soon as possible without damaging its identification code.

This way, we can drive it closer to Marton for reconnaissance.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

"Yes!"

Auturis immediately became serious.

As Illidan's most trusted hunting general, Alterys knew that the raid on the demon star Mardum was directly related to the Starhunters' "final plan," which the Illidari had been preparing for for centuries. Now that they had finally found such a perfect opportunity, it had to be treated with utmost care.

"Should we send a landing craft to bring you back?"

The victim asked:
"That command ship is currently in the center of the battlefield and is easily affected by friendly fire."

"It's alright, I'll stay here."

Illidan said:

"After all, opportunities to eavesdrop on the Burning Legion's high demon lord's 'heartfelt words' are rare. Perhaps I'll even witness Kil'jaeden's precious moment of tears. In any case, don't bother me; this is a rare moment of relaxation in ten thousand years."

The victim: "???"

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"boom"

The scorching holy light erupted and transformed into five pillars of light prisons, and the punitive light cannons roared down amidst the holy condemnation of the golden cherubs.

Although Targas dodged the Holy Flame Cannon's attack at the last moment, the bombardment of light still shattered and dispelled the shadows it had cast, forcing the Hunter to emerge from its shadowy walk.

Diakum's follower, carrying Ashbringer, strode out.

The holy blade in his hand has found a new way to be used in its shattered and liquidated form. The broken blades have now become "nodes" that are linked together by lightning bolts of golden holy light, forming a form that constrains the shape of a giant holy blade.

In one great battle after another, this shattered holy blade is gradually adapting to Diakum's current power form. It is foreseeable that when the Vigilant's understanding of the path reaches a new level, this holy blade will also be shaped into a more magnificent form, which is very likely to be the final form.

"How did your strength increase so quickly?"

Targas moved his body.

After its ascension, it possessed a body far larger than that of a typical Eredar, making it a true half-giant, but it still paled in comparison to Diakum's current six-meter-tall stature.

But what surprised Targas the most was the abnormally fast rate at which the Vigilant's power was increasing.

it says:

"I remember you were a lower-level demigod before, how come you've risen to the middle level in such a short time? No matter how much the Holy Light favors you, it's impossible for a demigod to experience such a leap in power at a level that requires a long period of training."

"Do you really want to know?"

Diakum glanced at the "3" marked with the [Glutton] talent on the character card. The three devours had increased Dick's all attributes by 60%. Compared to the slow and painstaking process of other demigods seeking Force enhancement, the Vigilant's improvement was indeed a leap forward.

Bathed in the sunlight behind him, he shrugged and said:

"If you truly understand the reason for my increased power, you will never be able to leave again."

"So, you mean, even now, you still think I have hope of being saved?"

Targas let out a low laugh.

It seems to be mocking Diakum's naiveté, and also mocking himself for not being treated as a vicious demon when he reached the end of his life, despite his heinous crimes.

Ha, I've failed so badly even at something as trivial as being a demon.
"boom"

It tossed aside the Legion document box in its hand and pulled out two hunting knives adorned with skulls from behind its back. Their appearance was almost identical to the two golden knives that Diakum had given to Lothar, and which were then transferred to Matthias Shaw because of his merits in the Western Wilderness.

It seems that when Targas forged those two Greedy Blades of Fate, he used his own weapon as a reference.

This thing is so awesome!

Fel energy endowed it with the characteristic of devouring and growing. For more than 20,000 years, Targas has wielded it to hunt across the starry sea, allowing this thing's destructive power to grow to an unbelievable level.

Of course, that applies to other demigods.

"boom"

The Ashbringer's first clash with the Fel Blade resulted in the weapon breaking and a section of the blade flying off. With Diakum's current Holy Light energy, the light blade he created using the "Forging Light into a Sword" technique was already comparable to a true divine weapon.

This is also why he has never changed his weapon.

If one's own light is comparable to a divine artifact, then there's no need to worry about the wear and tear on other weapons that one painstakingly finds. Not to mention, when facing a lesser god like the Night Oath, even the best divine artifact cannot withstand the wrath of the moon god!

The fate of the Flame Blade clearly illustrates this, doesn't it?
However, Targas is an assassin and hunter. It wouldn't be foolish enough to clash head-on with the power-type Diakum. Instead, it leaves behind illusions to entangle the enemy. When the fel incarnation shatters, a deadly blade emerges from behind Tick, slashing and cutting, but it crashes into the crystallized body as it cuts into flesh.

The Naaru's crystal was very sturdy. After several pieces were shattered, Targas was sent flying by a punch from Diakum.

Its magic steel breastplate bore a clear, scorching fist imprint, and the burst of holy light penetrating its body made the great demon feel as if it had swallowed a mouthful of magma.

Upon rising, he saw the Watcher charging with a sword, so he whistled and summoned his demonic war beast. A scorched hound clad in armor tore through the shadows and pounced out, only to have its head severed by Diakum's Enemy Breaker and turn to ashes.

But the hunter has more than one beast.

The demigod hunters' demonic beast hordes are also enormous, with those rare magical beasts in the starry sea forming a chaotic legion that gnaws and bites everywhere, but Diakum also has his own "summoned beasts".

Fifty good brothers emerged from the crown of light, wielding the Holy Feather Radiance Greatsword and starting to spin around in place.

But this delay has already locked Dick in.

Targas's aim fired a deadly demonic fire bullet, piercing Dick's protective holy light and causing a spurt of blood to erupt from his shoulder.

The highly contaminated fel energy surged into the Vigilant's body along with the bullet, prompting Dick to call upon the Holy Light to heal and cast a powerful dispel spell. Just as the fel energy was exhausted, another bullet was fired.

"It's not over, is it?"

At his shout, the Holy Shield rose up, rendering the bullets ineffective, and he stepped forward, repeatedly stepping on the traps dropped by Targas.

Amidst an onslaught that resembled an eruption of magma capable of melting even a legendary figure, Diakum casually raised his hand to cast a "Blessing of Freedom" on himself, and charged towards Targas, who was hiding in the shadows, without slowing down.

The ensuing solar storm swept across the entire cabin like a surging stream of light, instantly dispelling all shadows and leaving Targas with nowhere to hide.

"You monster formed by holy light!"

The great demon roared.

All attempts to defeat Diakum proved ineffective, making it fully realize why the demons were so terrified of the Vigilant. The reputation of this "Butcher of the Light" was not just something the Eredar boasted about.

But since it had no intention of leaving alive, Targas could finally go all out today. It continuously hurled out the "Apocalypse Destroyer Bomb," crafted by the Legion's chief engineer and the genius demon craftsman Kingaros.

These explosive bullets, some wrapped in shadow and others infused with fel energy, finally shattered Diakum's damned light blade with a series of explosions. Ashbringer was retrieved into his bag, and Dick no longer needed his weapon.

He then stepped forward to fight using the Jadenigu boxing style.

Unlike other great demons, Targas did not succumb to the tyrannical infusion of fel energy, nor was it blinded by power. Its combat skills were honed over 20,000 years, and it continuously inflicted damage on Diakum in close combat, yet it could never break through the Warrior of Light's exaggerated defense.

Even if it breaks through, it's useless. The high connection with the Holy Light Force, coupled with the "Revival Wind" bestowed by the Blessing of Life, makes Diakum, who can breathe and regenerate health, not afraid of this "soft knife cutting flesh" tactic at all.

Unless someone like Nightsworn can knock Diakum from Holy Spirit form to Devourer of Worlds form in a few strikes, the damage dealt by the demons is not as fast as Diakum's healing.

The vigilant, who transformed into the "Argus Boxing King," even took the time to demonstrate "disarming an opponent with bare hands" to Targas.

With his crystallized palms, he caught Targas's fel-powered warblade as it came down, then summoned holy light to perform a "high-temperature forging." After a brief and rapid burst of holy light, when Targas withdrew his warblade, only half of the demonic blade remained in his hand.

The first half of the fel steel had been melted, and the accumulated fel energy within it had been completely purified.

It roared and swung its other magic steel sword, only to have the blade caught in Diakum's jaws. The sound of the magic steel cracking and groaning as it was bitten by the crystal-like "Holy Fang" was terrifying.

With a fierce smile on his face, the vigilant warrior, through the force of his jawbone and teeth, shattered Targas's sword like a wild beast.

"Come!"

Diakum spat out several pieces of steel, clenched his fists, lowered his body, and used the power of the Radiant Holy Spirit to compress his massive body to the same height as Targas. With the power of his tail and hooves, he charged toward his "old friend".

Targas shouted that the other was a "monster," then grinned, dropped his now useless sword, and, like the Eredar participating in the Jadni ceremony, headbutted him.

Holy light and fel energy enveloped their fists, striking each other's bodies, chins, and heads without reservation, like the relentless bombardment of two of the fiercest boxers, creating short, explosive bursts of Force energy within the cabin.

The Demon Starship wasn't such a fragile vehicle, but the brawl between the two madmen broke through several compartments before finally coming to an end.

When Lightforged's heavy fist slammed into Targas's scorched body, its entire jaw was shattered, and its tightly fastened helmet was smashed off, exposing the Hunter's Man'ari face completely to Dick's eyes.

His fiery red skin was covered in cracks, fel-infused sores and blisters, and a sharp blade had grazed Targas's face, almost completely destroying it.

He didn't care about the scar, after all, he wasn't a man who relied on his looks for a living.

The reason for keeping his face hidden from the outside world was simply to avoid others seeing the abhorrent pleasure in his eyes when he was tempted by evil energy to commit destruction.

A monster!

They are still trying their best to preserve the last shred of dignity of being human, even if it means using disguise and lies.

It fell to the ground.

The holy flames from the Vigilant nearly destroyed its internal organs and bones. The Ashbringer's talent amplified Diakum's destructive power when facing demons. The fact that it lasted until the end of this "deadly boxing match" proved that Targas was indeed a powerful demon demigod.

They are at least much stronger than those weak dreadlords.

"I remember."

Lying in the corner of the messy cabin, Targas spat out a mouthful of bloody, broken teeth and said:

"You are the honorary commander of the Assassin's Court."

"Yes."

Diakum wiped the blood from his face, took the ancient emblem from the Augure chest, waved it in front of Targas, and said:

"I rebuilt the Assassin's Court and the Inquisition in Draenor, and I plan to personally serve as the head of the Inquisition when I return this time, not only to fight against demons, but also to find a way to save my fellow citizens who have fallen into fel magic."

I had heard before that some of the Man'ari in Argus were unwilling to submit to the Legion?
Can you help me contact them?

The power of fel energy isn't entirely incapable of being used for good; perhaps the Eredar should also have their own demon hunters.

"Heh, heh heh, you'll have to tell Sachir about that."

Targas closed his eyes, accepted the ancient emblem of the Assassin's Court, and said:
"Without its permission, those 'Regretters' won't be able to leave Argus, but Sachiel is more content to be a monster than we are. Good luck, Dick."

Now, give this scum who betrayed Argus and the Burning Legion some dignity.

Don't make me go back to the Twisting Nether to suffer.

“Alright, I’ll see you off, Commander Targas.”

Diakum knelt down and placed his hand on the hunter's shoulder.

As holy light surged forth, streaks of golden, scorching heat erupted beneath Targas's skin, making it appear as if it had swallowed a holy light bulb within its abdomen.

"If there's still a possibility."

It tilted its head back, and amidst the pulsating light on its cheeks, said in a hoarse voice:
"Save the Conqueror, Commander Kil'jaeden, he is our hero."

"I will do my best to wish you a safe journey."

Diakum chanted the eulogy of the Holy Light, completing the purification in the final pulsation of Holy Power. Targas's body was burned to ashes in the Holy Flame that erupted from within, then to bones, and finally only a pile of scorching ashes remained in the enclosed area.

Diakum reached out and picked up the Assassin's Court emblem from the embers.

He stood up, the wind scattering the ashes everywhere, and then walked back along the messy passageway until he finally got the Legion's file box.

There was a dent on it that matched the Assassin's Emblem in Diakum's hand. When it was placed inside and opened, there were stacks of demon parchment, containing information about the mysterious Titan Soul "Eonar the Life-Binder".

But that's too much.

Clearly, the Burning Legion has never given up on tracking down the mysterious Titan Soul over the years, and it will take a long time to decipher these documents.

Fortunately, Geminis should be quite good at interpreting these things.

At least it can give Old Man Hatton, who has already left Draenor on Stormhold and headed to the Starsea, a vague direction, so that they don't end up searching aimlessly throughout the entire Starsea.

Dick turned to the last page of the devil parchments and found a thick book.

He opened it and found it to be Targas's record.

This record dates back to the time of the fall of Argus and contains names with their place of origin, life story, and whereabouts.

The entire magical tome has at least several thousand pages, and every page is filled with the names of Eredar, making it like a "Death Note".

Every Eredar who died during this exile that lasted for more than 20,000 years was recorded by Targas.

It didn't record these things out of a hunter's perverse pleasure.

Like a memorial to the dead, perhaps when Argus is restored in the future, these names should be engraved on the immortal rock so that the people can fully understand what they have lost during those years of suffering.

Diakum let out a long sigh, put away the notebook filled with blood and tears, and then left with the file box.

As he walked onto the bridge, he saw Lyran and Eredas escorting the exhausted Velen away, with traces of tears still in the old prophet's eyes.

Dick stepped forward and asked:

Is there any hope for it?

Viren shook his head, then sighed and said:

"It revealed something to me. Because of the energy reactions of lesser gods appearing in Azeroth, they will deploy fel lesser gods during the next invasion to ensure victory."

"You mean the Burning Legion has more than one Fallen Titan?"

Dick nodded and said solemnly:
"It seems that Sachiel is more efficient than we thought; the corruption of the other Titan Souls is complete?"

"Yes, not just Aggramar as originally reported."

Viren pulled up his hood, as if he had made up his mind, and said:

"As for Kil'jaeden, it says it is merging into fel energy and there is no turning back. Perhaps, rest is its only salvation."

(End of this chapter)