Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 423, Section 32: The Aesthetic Standards of "Saint Tony" - Monkey King Desperately Needs a Major Plastic Surgery
When the moonlight that had come to "undermine" him faded away, the rampaging holy light surrounding the vigilant gradually subsided.

The power that just surged out of control from the Force Realm had gone beyond the realm of "frenzy," and it really frightened him. It was as if he was about to start a fight at the slightest provocation.

Diakum even sensed that this vibration of the Force wasn't something only he could feel; perhaps the other Naaru also felt the "wrath of the Holy Light." If the Life Realm truly completed this "recruitment," the Holy Light Legion would probably have to immediately set off on divine orders.

It's foreseeable that this expedition's target will no longer be demons; every world bathed in moonlight will become the conquest target of those radical Naaru. Most importantly, Elune must protect Anther from falling into the Void; she truly has no time to concern herself with the Matter Stars. At most, she might send down a Moon God of War, but once that thing gets carried away...
Wouldn't this just make the already chaotic Force Wars even more chaotic?
"The cause of the ancient 'Expedition of the Holy Light' may also be the same. The coveting and seizing of the Force of Death angered the Holy Light, causing the Naaru to transform into irritable old men and storm into the holy land of the land of death, forcibly blasting a patch of scorching land in the land of death."

Diakum rubbed his wrist and sighed:

“We ‘good old folks’ can actually be quite scary when we’re provoked.”

But complaints are complaints.

Lady Elune has already explained why she did this. Her intention was good; she wanted to protect him. It was just that her actions were a bit reckless. No wonder she is a true god who can create the "Moonlight War God".

When Ms. Bai gets aggressive, no one else can compete.

The vigilant glanced strangely at the one-time mythical talent still on the character card; he had already decided to pretend it didn't exist.

In the name of peace among the stars!

Afterwards, Diakum returned to the unconscious Monkey King's side, preparing to complete his rescue mission.

The Wilderness God before us has suppressed the Pride of the Fiend for ten thousand years. It has been drained of its lifeblood and energy. After a great battle, its body is already exhausted. If it is left here, it may soon embark on the path to death.

But since we're going to try to salvage it, let's try to do it more "thoroughly."

The vigilant eyed the Monkey King's fur, which was almost completely gone from prolonged exposure to evil energy, and its tail was bald and extremely ugly. This monkey god named itself "Monkey King," which shows that it was a creature that cared about its appearance. It must be very uncomfortable for it to be in this state.

As a warrior of righteous light, I can't bear to see a wicked but noble soul suffer so much as to become a "living ghost."

The best part is that I have enough "skills" to heal its body and make it beautiful again.

"I've already been 'Saint Tony' so many times, what's one more time?"

Diakum easily convinced himself, then rubbed his hands together and activated the Void Great Mystery of the Blood Curse, raising his hands, which were enveloped in entropy energy, and reaching out with burning eyes to grab the unconscious Monkey King.

If the Monkey King could still speak, he would probably scream, "Don't come any closer!"

The Curse of Flesh and Blood requires a process to reshape the body. The opponent is still the God of the Wilds, whose flesh and blood are made strong by the blessing of the Force of Life. So let's make the "modification" process take a little time.

As the lifeblood and bones of the living being before him were molded by Diakum according to a glorious image from his memory, just as a diligent modeler sculpts his beloved figurine, Dick also separated a wisp of his spirit to "sink" into the insect hive of the sea of ​​darkness.

The Overlord, who was using mental manipulation to expand its territory in this chaotic land, was awakened and respectfully welcomed the arrival of the vigilant.

"Are you here to inspect the 'transformation progress' of the Mantid Hero?"

The Lord said:
"We have already obtained the superior genes of the Mantid's 'Bioblade' and 'War Pheromones,' and the next batch of hatched swarms will all possess such weapons. The war genes of the Crypt Lords from Northrend are being cracked by the swarms."

Soon, your Zerg swarm will have its own 'war vanguard'.

Agamaggan is also about to hatch.

Eranicus has not yet made up his mind, but we believe it is only a matter of time before he yields.

How magnificent!

"The rise of the Shadow Chaser swarm has been on the right track under your guidance."

"I'm not here for an inspection, Your Majesty. You don't need to be so nervous reporting to me. I'm just here to tell you some bad news."

Diakum's spirit roamed within the already quite large Shadowchaser hive.

他 说:

"I have unfortunately come into contact with the greatest secret of the Void forces. I am faced with the choice of whether to collude with them. Perhaps soon, I will be forced to make a difficult choice. After that, the Shadow Swarm will become the enemy of all creatures in the entire Sea of ​​No Light."

Every living thing in this chaotic land you see will want to devour you completely.

Therefore, I'm curious, how long could you and the swarm survive in such an extreme situation?

The ruler fell silent.

It showed no fear or wavering, but instead carefully analyzed the questions raised by the Lightforger. The Overlord's contemplation brought silence to the entire busy Hive.

The worker bees and insects moved with even greater caution and subtlety, as if afraid that the slightest tremor would disturb the master's thoughts.

After a moment, the ruler replied:
"Given the current state of the swarm, facing a combined attack from multiple surrounding forces, we could only hold out for about fifteen natural days before being completely destroyed. This is only if the servants of the Void Gods participate in the war; what if the lesser gods also join the conflict?"

"Don't worry about them!"

Diakum emphasized:
“When they appear, I will deal with them. You only need to face the servants under the throne of God, fight them as if it were a life-or-death battle, and do your best to develop. I need you to persevere!”
If there's spare capacity, we should continue expanding!

"Hmm, I understand."

The ruler emitted a strange, whimpering laugh, and said:

"You intend to transform us into the 'Divine Whip' that plunges into the Sea of ​​No Light, giving you the upper hand in your battle against those evil gods, until this war sweeps across the entire Sea of ​​No Light, engulfing all those malevolent Chaos Lesser Gods."

You've prepared for the worst!

In the most extreme case, you may have to fight against the malice of the entire Sea of ​​Lightless all by yourself. If I may be so bold, Lightforger, you should delay the outbreak of conflict.

Your swarm will immediately switch to a more ferocious war and conquest mode. We need to rush out of this barren coast and into the richer areas of the Sea of ​​No Light to obtain more biomass and energy, creating a wilder and more invincible swarm for you.

This can be done with the current Shadow Chaser swarm, but we need external help.

The ruler made no attempt to conceal anything.

It chose its own stance, standing firmly with the Lightforgers, and said:

"The dark legacy of the Yaki Empire must be acquired as soon as possible, and the missing powerful genes of the Swarm must be replenished as soon as possible. We must climb up the evolutionary path you have set, and to face the terrifying war you have predicted, we must have the most powerful offensive force."

We still need to adapt to and even modify the environment of the Sea of ​​No Light.

We need some weapons of war.

The 'Shadow-tainted weapons' you previously provided can be used to strengthen the swarm's minions, but that's not enough. We lack some resources that can secure victory in any situation.

A trump card.

Diakum nodded.

After a moment, he said:

"I will soon give you such a trump card, the Dark Heart of Y'Shaarj, the strongest Old God of all time. It is the most powerful 'Claw of Corruption' ever created by the Void faction."

Its acquisition by the Swarm allows you to create the Sha-stained Lands as a superior battlefield in the Sea of ​​No Light, while the manipulation and destruction of emotions and minds can give you an advantage over other Void creatures.

If you need warriors, I will give you the entire Mantid race.

Their cruel yet philosophically sound tradition of the 'Great Cycle' should also be inherited by you. The Mantid possess many wondrous artifacts for warfare, which may make the swarm even stronger.

"Spellcaster!"

The Overlord added:
"The Swarm is in dire need of spellcaster sequences. Void creatures are mostly skilled in magic, and the Swarm is at a disadvantage in this regard. However, after analyzing Azjol Nerub's royal bloodline, we have confirmed that the Spider Demon's genes can create true spellcasters for the Swarm."

Yes!

The Aqir Empire is a treasure trove; once you have fully acquired that legacy, your Zerg swarm will be perfected.

Additionally, the Zerg swarm needs a 'Queen of Blades'.

The ruler sighed and said:

"I can act as the 'spiritual leader' of the swarm, guiding them to follow the path of the shadow twins, but the swarm needs a strategist to devise a strategy for their conquest."

This is not my forte.

Even an endless swarm of insects cannot be commanded by mediocre people, especially when we are about to become the "target of everyone's attacks". Every piece of biomass must be used rationally so that the swarm can survive the most difficult period and continue to evolve and hone its claws in one war after another.

Ultimately, we will conquer the void for you!

The vigilant fell silent, then sighed and said:

"It's not easy to find a suitable candidate for the Queen of Blades, but Pandaria does have a 'replacement'. The Mantid kingdom has a tradition of having a Great Queen presiding over the kingdom, and as far as I know, the current Great Queen is not considered an outstanding leader."

But she does indeed possess the pheromones inherited from a king.

Why don't you make do with this for now?
Or you could simply 'train' a Blade Queen, and I'll 'package' the entire Klaxxi Overlord Order and send it over; among those heroes are some truly perfect strategists.

The swarm's will can grant them more 'freedom,' allowing them to work together to initiate an unprecedented 'great cycle.'

"That's not necessarily a bad thing."

The ruler did not refuse.

It can also understand Diakum's difficulties, and the swarm does not only seek help when it encounters problems; mature swarms should learn to solve problems on their own.

"Just tell me if you need anything else."

The vigilant said:

"I'm sorry that my personal reasons have dragged you into this brutal war as well."

"No need for that, Lightforger. The Shadowchaser swarm was born because of you, and fighting for you is our great mission. Moreover, we bear the glory of the swarm!"

The Overlord responded in a high-pitched voice: "The Swarm will surely reach the pinnacle of the Void Race. One day, the entire Sea of ​​No Light and even the six realms will tremble in the shadow of the Swarm. We should thank you for giving us this opportunity to reach the 'Supreme Evolution'."

We have our battlefield, and you have yours.

Before you fall, Lightforger, your swarm will advance relentlessly, overwhelming all who come to attack.

After you fall, Shadowchaser, your swarm will destroy everything in its path, abandoning all principles and using every means to drag more enemies down with you! We will ignite the Star Sea.”

"Thank you for your hard work."

Dick said something, then withdrew his attention and stopped interfering with the Overmind's command of the swarm.

After the vigilant left, the Overlord issued an order.

A moment later, a humanoid insect staggered into the core of the hive where the Overlord resided.

It doesn't seem to be quite used to its new body yet; its four paws twitch abnormally when it walks. But thanks to its extraordinary fighting and survival instincts, it is quickly adapting to this more ferocious and powerful body.

Its originally mantis-like agile limbs have now become even more powerful. The addition of multiple war genes has multiplied its destructive power while maintaining a certain degree of agility.

Because it was originally good at defense, the Shadow Chaser swarm generously sculpted a thicker "dragon armor" for it, and its mantis-like head was also sculpted into a dragon-shaped "war helmet," but the mantis's "tentacles" were stubbornly retained.

With each breath it exhales, a burst of flame erupts from its nostrils—a dragon breath ability evolved from the genes of dragons.

"Unwounded" Malik knelt before the Overlord, awaiting command.

"Mantis Demon"

The ruler sobbed:
“Our next target is the Mantid. Come, Unwounded One, describe your kind to us, tell us your weaknesses and flaws, and teach us how to defeat and devour them.”

"I am honored, and I also have many suggestions for war. If we are to completely defeat the Great Queen and the Klaxxi Elders, our Zerg swarm should..."

The ferocious Hive Hero responded and then described its strategy in detail.

Behind its large and tough insect shell is a "biological weapon slot," where a black and white divine weapon shaped like a ferocious cleaver is hidden.

The powerful demonic sword Apocalypse was feeling rather bored.

It has grown weary of slaughtering weak Void creatures and yearns for a greater challenge! As the most destructive "war artifact" in the Shadow Chaser Hive, Apocalypse anticipates a great war that will allow it to continuously devour and evolve.

Well, perhaps it will get what it wants soon.

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"You're awake? The surgery was a great success! You've now recovered to your perfect 'Monkey King' form."

When the Monkey King awoke, the first thing he saw was Diakum's gentle, smiling face, which startled him.

The memory of being brutally beaten earlier made it have no liking for this blue-skinned, hairless idiot. With a nimble roll, it leaped onto a rock behind it, raising its fists and shouting warily:
"Hey! Alien, stay away from me, I don't need you. Huh? Wait! Why have I shrunk?"

The Monkey King looked at his own body in great shock.

It still has the body of a monkey, but it is no longer the same as the previous savage and rude monkey. Overall, it is more "miniature", perfectly restoring the unfortunate height and physique of the Monkey King.

The god of the wilderness quickly cast a spell to scoop up the nearby water and turn it into a mirror, so he could examine himself.

A moment later, the monkey angrily shouted and cursed:
"What kind of monster have you turned me into! Vigilant, give me back my handsome and dashing appearance! What do I look like now, weak and emaciated? The other monkeys will laugh at me mercilessly!"
I can't be the king of monkeys anymore.

“A king’s majesty doesn’t need to be maintained by his appearance. Besides, I think this is the most perfect ‘Monkey King’.”

Diakum sat cross-legged on the spot, spreading his hands innocently, and said:

"Your previous physical injuries were too severe. Even though monkeys are naturally optimistic and difficult to be influenced by evil spirits, coexisting with the Pride of Fiend for ten thousand years has caused you to lose a lot of hair, which is an incurable disease. So I used a secret technique to help you rebuild your flesh and blood."

Don't worry, it's just a change in appearance. I have already healed your strength and vitality to perfection.

"Hey, I've fixed your stick too."

He raised his hand and tossed the Staff of Fortune over. The Monkey King caught it and twirled it, then saw strange characters sculpted on his staff with radiant holy runes.

It looks very similar to the writing of the Pandamen, but the Monkey King can't understand these markings.

And
"Why did you take my wine jar? That was the 'Thousand Cup Pot' I finally found! One pot of wine can make a thousand cups! Give it back to me!"

It glared angrily at Diakum, whose golden ring, which it had painstakingly added to the Staff of Fortune, had been removed, turning the staff into a mere stick.

"Why hang a wine pot on such a fine staff? What a waste!"

Diakum snorted and tossed over a wine jug, keeping one for himself as a keepsake, saying:

"This staff of yours was passed down from Freya; it's a true Titan creation. I've confiscated the wine jug. I've also commissioned a very handsome set of armor and a crown for you from Lady Guoya. Go and pick them up in a bit."

Anyway, the Blood Curse has been released. If you're not satisfied with your current incredibly powerful appearance, then figure out a solution yourself!
I don't believe there are any people in the material world today who can break the flesh curse I personally released. Even if you could find one, it's still a question whether they would dare to risk angering me to help you break it.

So my advice is to make do with what you have. Oh, I heard that the traveling scholar has a wonderful vehicle called the 'Somersault Cloud'. You'd better get one for yourself to avoid the hassle of going back and forth.

Finally, where is the auspicious bell and pestle?

Give it to me!

"No!"

The Monkey King squatted on the rock, angrily scratching his chin, looking like he was in a rage. If he weren't really outmatched, he would have already swung his staff of fortune at him.

"What do you need the bell for? That sacred bell is dangerous, especially if it falls into the hands of someone like you."

It scratched its head and said:
“I refused to give it to the Four Gods even when they asked for it, because I was afraid that mortals would be blinded by greed and turn the sacred bell into a weapon of war. How many lives did the Mogu people kill with it back then? That idiot Shaohao clearly told me to keep it hidden.”

"I'm going to take it away from Pandaria, and what I do with it is none of your business."

Diakum held out his hand and said:
"Will you give it or not?"

"No way! I won't give it to you!"

The mischievous Monkey King roared and jumped up, using his magic staff to vault away like a pole vaulter, disappearing into the mountains behind him, making a face as he fled.

But the vigilant shrugged and didn't give chase. Instead, he sat cross-legged and solemnly began reciting scriptures.

"what!"

Panicked screams echoed from the mountains and forests.

A few seconds later, the Monkey King came running back, clutching his head and howling. He felt a splitting headache, which must have been caused by some evil restriction placed on him when the wicked alien reshaped his flesh and blood.

"Stop reading it."

It screamed and rolled on the ground, begging for mercy.

But Diakum ignored it and continued chanting. The growing headache enraged the Monkey King, who swung his staff to strike Diakum. Suddenly, five golden angels jumped out and surrounded Diakum, chanting solemnly together.

The power of the sextet made the Monkey King's vision go black, and he crashed to the ground with a thud.

A few seconds later, it opened its eyes blankly and looked at Diakum with fear. Diakum looked at it calmly and said:
"I'll put a band around your neck to prevent you from causing trouble again. But it's not just a punishment. With this band, mental spells won't work on you."

That bell pestle, if not handled properly, could cause rivers of blood to flow across the continent, yet you secretly hid it away for ten thousand years. Moreover, during those ten thousand years, you were possessed by a demon and kept hiding from the Four Heavenly Gods, refusing their help.

Do you think this is appropriate?

Bring me the auspicious bell and pestle!

I won't teach this 'tightening spell' to Jade Dragon Celestial Venerable. You know, Jade Dragon Celestial Venerable has long been troubled by your unruly behavior."

"Don't teach me, don't teach me, I'll give it to you, okay?"

The Monkey King rolled his eyes and cast a mysterious spell. He spread his hairy fingers, and as the wind and clouds gathered, an ancient bell and pestle wrapped in silk appeared in his palm as if by magic.

"Give!"

The monkey tossed the bell pestle to Diakum, who caught it and examined it. It was indeed capable of dispelling the interference of the evil spirits.

The Monkey King also carried it with him because he had the idea of ​​using it to fight against the Pride of the Demon.

"Don't go yet, get the hoop for me!"

It bared its teeth, pointed at its head, and barked at Diakum. The Watcher shrugged and said:

"Have some faith in your mental strength. That spell is a one-time use. Yes, I was bluffing you, and you were indeed fooled."

"asshole!"

The monkey broke free of its guard and charged forward, howling.

But Diakum had already darted away in his jade-stepping state and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

He leaped onto the legendary Kaher Abyss and disappeared into the shadows. The Monkey King, unable to sense his presence, could only jump around in place, screaming and cursing.

It usually only tricks others, but today it was tricked by this alien.

But after it calmed down, it touched its revitalized body and finally smiled helplessly. It had come back to life, so it might as well let the other person play with it.

You should thank them yourself.

(End of this chapter)