Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 430, Section 39: The Vigilant's Confidence - A Lesser God Has Arrived, I'll Trade One for One, Okay?

As the first Mogu emperor, the Thunderlord's power is so great that he definitely deserves a place on the "Azeroth Power Ranking".

But to call it a "minor god" would be a bit of an exaggeration.

Thor's power comes from the Heart of Thunder, which he stole from the Mogu "Creators." It is a collection of the power of a Titan Guardian, and Thor can wield this power to roam the world. However, his creator is still some distance from being a lesser god, so Thor, as the "Successor," naturally cannot break through that barrier.

Moreover, after he was captured by Death, Thunderheart had already been stripped away.

Now, what beats in the chest of this Mogu First Emperor is a true "heart of death." However, the infusion of the Force also has a mystical basis. If it were possible to create a lesser god simply by infusing it with sheer force, the Burning Legion would have already unified the stars and the six realms.

Thor's current ridiculously strong state is actually due to the demonic sword in his hand!
Remonia is the sword of Denathrius the Great, the eternal "Absolution" from the Pantheon of Death, master of Revendreth, and one of the pillars of the Shadowlands.

This thing is a true "divine object." In terms of the Eternals' status in the Force of Death, this sword is basically equivalent to Goreber the Darkboiler in the hands of the Dark Titan. Of course, similar status does not mean that the destructive power can reach the same level.

In terms of sheer power, this demonic sword is unlikely to withstand the Dark Titan's most powerful strike, which is somewhat reminiscent of its "weak" master's predicament when facing Sargeras.

However, due to its owner's supreme power in the realm of death, this sword naturally possesses its own mystical properties.

After Diakum learned that Sachiel had left this death scar in Pandaria ten thousand years ago, he had been wondering what Sachiel had done to cause the Supreme Star Soul's life force to deplete to such a weak state over the past ten thousand years.

That's a Supreme Star Soul!
Even if He did not resist and allowed the Force of Death to erode Him, ten thousand years would not have been enough to weaken Him to this extent. Now, all the truth has come to light.

The Death Force did not simply erode the Heart of the World; the shadowy Eternal sent his "partner" to plunge his "wife's sword" into the Heart of the World, using this as a point to frantically drain the life force of Azeroth.

Even though Diakum was fighting against fate with all his might, the unlucky Ai-chan still couldn't escape the misfortune of being pierced by a sword. It was like a persistent curse. So, was being pierced by a dark sword a tribulation that Ai-chan had to go through on her path to becoming the supreme being of the star sea?

Once you know the reason, the solution will naturally emerge.

When Diakum dragged Ashbringer and charged into the Death Rift once more, surging with holy light, Aegwynn, who had also seen what was in the rift, immediately took action without needing any further urging.

"I'm going deep into the Naraksha engine to reopen those sealed energy channels!"

Aegwynn, clutching the Heart of Azeroth, transformed into a raven and flew into the enormous energy well before her. She cried out:
"Activate the control panel immediately! The sooner the better. That sword was forged in the heart of the world of death, and the broken weapon in Diakum's hands cannot withstand it."

"Step forward!"

The twins rushed forward from the left and right. Old Zhou grabbed the wooden box and pounced on the control panel. He opened the box and looked at the Thunderheart inside, but was then stumped by the Titan-style control panel.

This thing is definitely not something a Pandaren can manipulate without difficulty.

"Get out of the way! Let the professionals handle this."

Brian's voice rang out from behind. Old Zhou turned around and saw the old dwarf leading a group of mortal warriors charging in. The roar of the supreme gods could be faintly heard outside. They had also dealt with their opponents and come to fill in.

"Don't worry about the outside world, we've got you covered!"

The Dark Prophet Zul shouted hoarsely from outside the engine control room:

“You two activate that device! I saw your figures in the prophecy. You two are ‘destined’ people, and you must work together to complete it.”

"Old Zhou, watch out!"

Brian's shout startled Zhou Zhuo.

He scrambled to the ground to dodge the energy arrow that shot out from behind him, clutching the wooden box in his arms tightly. Looking up, he saw a giant dragon, adorned with starlight, flying out of the energy well, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.

That was a construct accidentally created by the Mogu while they were fiddling with the Titan device.

It's hard to say what the Mogu were thinking, wanting to use the Jade Serpent as a model to create such a weapon of war. But it's estimated that this was just the beginning. Perhaps Thor was also impressed by the power of the Four Celestials and planned to use Titan technology to create an even more powerful Four Celestials for the Mogu. But unsurprisingly, things went wrong.

This thing was too powerful and unwilling to obey, so Thor had no choice but to seal it away as part of the Naraksha engine's defense system.

Perhaps sensing the Thunder Heart in Zhou Zhuo's arms, the Starlight Soaring Dragon loathed the aura and swung its giant claws down at Zhou Zhuo. Zhu Talan and Old Chen rushed forward and fought back with all their might to repel the giant claws.

As expected, Sect Leader Zhu coughed up blood, but this was not the time to rest.

He and Lao Chen rushed into the area filled with Titan energy and fought fiercely. As soon as they entered, they felt the pain of "flesh and blood being dried up," as if their physical bodies had turned into "starlight stick figures."

The only good news is that the Titan energy not only strengthens the Starlight Dragon, but also enhances Old Chen and Sect Leader Zhu, allowing them to withstand the Starlight Dragon's attacks without collapsing.

Brian was currently slumped over the Titan control panel, frantically flipping through his notes while muttering to himself.

“My ancestors taught me this. Yes, I know how to use this type of machine. You can’t just press buttons randomly. You have to follow the correct procedure to activate the authentication process. Let me see this!”

The old dwarf found the same symbols as those recorded in the journal, and relying on his knowledge of Titan creation from the Uldaman Academy, after some fiddling, he actually activated the authentication process.

"Quick! Pick up the Heart of Thunder!"

He called out to Zhou Zhuo, and the panda man lifted the wooden box, letting the blue light from the control panel scan the intricate creation.

A moment later, a mechanical voice sounded:

"Authentication process successful. Naraksha engine enters self-check. Operator please move away from the engine block. Energy platform shutting down."

"What does it mean?"

Zhou Zhuo stared wide-eyed at Brian, while the old dwarf, his scalp tingling, jumped onto the control panel and shouted to the group fighting the Starlight Dragon:

"The energy platform is about to disappear! Jump out, jump out now!"

The twins and the two martial monk masters reacted incredibly fast, using a double burst of teleportation. The martial monk masters rolled and unleashed their inner energy, retreating from the Starlight Platform in the blink of an eye. However, the Starlight Dragon clearly possessed some kind of "combat intelligence."

It roared and whipped up an energy storm, pulling the enemies back onto the platform.

Brian and Zhou Zhuo were pulled up by the energy. They grabbed the edge of the engine to keep themselves from falling. The next second, the energy platform disappeared. Amid the twins' shouts, the four of them fell into the unknown depth of the energy well.

A unique force restricts their ability to escape, forcing them to descend along the gradually brightening pipe.

Everyone else is numb.

The strongest combatant was thus "kicked out of the game," but the soaring star dragon was unaffected. Instead, it continued to unleash an even stronger aura due to the self-check of the Naraksha engine.

Its star-like eyes stared wide-eyed at Brian and Zhou Zhuo, who were huddled together and trembling. The Lightforgers rushed to protect the two explorers, while the troll Loa priests turned and ran. But with a fatal deep breath, starlight energy that could melt everything erupted out.

Yrel and Marad roared as they raised their holy shields and barely managed to hold on, while the fleeing priests were not so lucky.

Amidst the rebukes of their respective Loa gods, they "melted" into the scattered starlight, leaving no trace.

"The system self-check takes at least six minutes to complete, but the monsters created by the Mogu won't even give us six seconds."

As the ferocious starlight dragon's burning eyes fixed on the survivors, Brian's roar echoed throughout the palace:

"We're finished!"

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"You're finished! You fool of the Holy Light!"

A sharp screech echoed through the deathly space.

It wasn't Thor's roar. As the first emperor of the Mogu, Thor had his own decorum in every action. Even his battle cry wouldn't be like this lunatic's scream.

That was the sound of the crimson greatsword, just like the voice of a yandere, insane woman.

That's why it's called the "Wife Sword".

The sword Remonia possesses a complete consciousness and even its own personality. This is not because Emperor Denathrius is a perverted Eternal who likes to fall in love with his weapon, but because it is the tradition of Revendreth.

The Wenthyr Punishers over there all have their own "activated blades," and the better the weapon is maintained, the higher the intelligence of the activated blade.

Some exceptionally intelligent animated blades can not only chat with their owners to relieve boredom, but they can also get sulky because of their owners' behavior. In severe cases, these animated blades may even "run away from home" or actively sever ties.

One can only say that the owners of these nimble blades have quite a life.

But the words came back again.

Considering that Denathrius and the other Eternals are the "foundation of existence" of their respective territories, and that He Himself is the undisputed source of the territory of Revendreth, the Venthyr's tradition of creating living blades is most likely a tribute to their leader and His insane demonic sword.

"boom"

The crimson greatsword and the Ashbringer clashed once more.

The shattered blade fragments began to "weather" the moment they flew out, much like equipment being destroyed, causing Diakum's weapon to be continuously weakened during the battle.

Ashbringer was not at its peak to begin with, and this continuous cracking was causing its durability to drop rapidly. Not only were there cracks on the blade, but even the hilt was cracked.

This weapon is like a warrior covered in wounds but unwilling to fall, as resilient as its master.

What's more, it's not Thor who's attacking now!

The Vigilant entered that unique "Radiant Sun" state again. The light and heat emanating from his every move was like a stellar explosion. Even in this holy land of death, he could overpower the Thor opposite him and the demonic sword in his hand.

The intense heat was so scorching that even the demon sword let out a howling sound, and Dick's heat was still increasing, as if the explosion of heat had no limit.

"I heard"

Diakum's tail lashed out like a whip, slicing through Thor's body in a blinding flash of holy light. The heat ignited Thor's already dead body like a candle, but the crimson death energy cooled it down, and the hissing gas caused the wound to heal rapidly. The Vigilant stepped back, golden flames erupting wherever he went, and the moment he opened his mouth, holy flames danced around him, as if he were spewing forth a torrent of fire.

He mocked:

"It is said that every living blade of Revendreth is forged from the deepest desires of the wielder. Your madness, does it mean that Emperor Denathrius is also a madman at heart?"

Or is it that the pervert who likes to fall in love with his weapons just likes a brainless sadist like you?
You two are truly a match made in heaven.

"Ah! Vicious words!"

The crimson greatsword roared in a shrill voice:
"Is this really the kind of thing a Holy Light Walker should say? Is this how you recite scriptures? You are not allowed to humiliate my master!"

Remonia was enraged.

It manipulated Thor to swing forward rapidly, completely distorting the Mogu's martial arts, making him look like a madman wielding a sword and hacking wildly.

There's no need to doubt why this demonic sword is so wicked; it simply possesses a beauty born from the absence of a brainstem.

Perhaps it was Emperor Denathrius who, in order to compensate for his somewhat lacking destructive power, infused this demonic sword with too much violence and cruelty. Remonia did indeed possess top-tier destructive power and cruelty in the Shadowlands, but this also turned her into a complete madwoman.

But that's exactly what Dick needs.

Thor's martial arts skills are quite formidable, making it difficult to find any weaknesses. However, when the Demon Sword takes the lead in the attack, flaws and weaknesses emerge one after another.

To put it bluntly, the Demon Sword only needs a powerful enough wielder to unleash its ferocity; it doesn't care whether the wielder is sane or not.

If he had truly reached the point of "man and sword as one," this guy wouldn't have been sealed away by "that sir" ten thousand years ago.

But this may have been the original purpose of the Death faction.

After all, this seal only restricted the range of movement of the Demon Sword and Thor; it did not prevent the Demon Sword from using the Naraksha Engine to connect with the Supreme Star Soul in this Death Rift, continuously bleeding Mother World and stealing her life force.

It ate for a full ten thousand years.

The primal energy contained within its blade doesn't even need to be perceived; it must be preserved! This life force must be returned to the planet Azeroth.

"thief!"

Diakum seized every opening in Thor's defenses, launching a fierce attack. His Blade of Destruction flashed relentlessly, shattering Thor's body time and again. He raised his hand in Judgment, unleashing a scorching sun-like barrage, and roared:

"Give back what you stole!"

"Ha, no way."

The Crimson Demon Sword sneered:
"You can kill him a thousand times, it won't matter. He's long dead. Thor's soul is rebelling against me. This laughable insect thinks he can control fate. But fate is woven by my master! You want to see the real Thor, don't you?"
Okay, I'll give you that chance. You idiot, wake up, a fight's starting!

Although the Demon Sword is mad, she is not stupid.

Realizing that it would be difficult for Thor to gain the upper hand in battle against Diakum, it decisively fulfilled the mission of a weapon. As a crimson light emanated from the hilt of the sword, the dazed Thor shook his head and retreated while roaring.

His suppressed consciousness is returning.

But the crimson chains of sin locked his consciousness within his body, granting him freedom but not entirely; the nature of the Death Force is "domination."

That was a manipulation that was almost impossible to solve.

"clang"

The two blades clashed and finally locked in a fierce struggle, Thor's eyes blazing with fury. He didn't recognize the giant of holy light before him, but he had no choice but to fight him.

He doesn't like this feeling.

"boom"

The Mogu Emperor, wielding his sword in one hand, threw a punch at Diakum, which was blocked by the Vigilant's "Cherubim Shield." Five golden cherubs spun around, gathering holy light to suppress Thor's heavy punch, while simultaneously issuing a holy condemnation and rebuke to Thor, giving Diakum time to retaliate.

The clenched fingers slammed into Thor's chin, and the charged burst of the Holy Slash shattered half of his skull. But the black lightning surged and stirred the "Emperor's Power," and the Force of Death transformed into its former power, striking Dick's shoulder in the lightning strike.

The shoulder armor of the Judgment Armor flew off completely.

He knew that he couldn't possibly fight the entire battle in one suit of armor. The armor that Deathwing's servants had made for him would be considered good craftsmanship if it lasted more than three times in a battle of this level.

Thor, who had gained the upper hand in the battle, did not immediately attack.

He moved his fingers as if waking from a long slumber, feeling the power within his body, then glanced at the crimson greatsword in his hand and let out a disdainful snort.

These weren't the giant axe and halberd he was good at using, but that didn't matter. As the leader of the Mogu who single-handedly ended the chaotic "Age of a Hundred Kings," Thor's combat skills were already perfect.

Although Thor's resurrection was only to find a wielder for the demon sword Remonia, not just anyone could be the "temporary master" of this unruly demon sword.

Weapons have their own dignity; they will not allow themselves to be wielded by the weak.

In fact, given the vile nature of the weapon Remonia Shadowfang, the fact that it hasn't chopped Thor's soul into "meat sauce" after ten thousand years already indicates that its master stipulated that this soul must exist.

Perhaps an extravagant "throne" has already been reserved for the Thunder King within the ranks of the dead, and when the Demon Sword returns to the Shadowlands, this powerful Mogu First Emperor will also return with it, becoming the leader and commander of the army of the dead.

"I am Thunder."

Thor whispered:
"Those who offend the majesty of Heaven, do you know the true meaning of thunder?"

"Of course, Your Majesty."

Diakum gripped the trembling Ashbringer tightly in both hands, and replied in a gentle tone:
"People fear lightning, but lightning is fleeting, but thunder is fleeting."
Thunder foreshadows the coming storm!
Thunder rumbled before the lightning arrived; even after the lightning's power had dissipated, the thunder's roar lingered among the mountains. It was the thunder that terrified the animals and terrified the farmers.

Then let the thunder be your vanguard, so that your power may spread far and wide.

"Yes, I said that myself."

Thor nodded and asked:
"Have you read my biography? To this day, my story is still told throughout the land?"

"Not many people remember."

Diakum channeled the light and heat he emitted into the twilight of the execution, much like the Captain-Commander transitioning from Initial Release to Bankai. All the light and heat concentrated on the blade in an instant, causing the Ashbringer's broken blade to melt a portion of itself in a trembling motion.

He seemed to be wielding a sword of lava, letting liquid golden holy light drip down its blade. The holy light roared in the scorching sun, and the dripping light dispelled the shadows of death beneath his feet, purifying them. No, death was being ignited.

他 说:

"If you don't unleash that earth-shattering thunderous battle roar, you might not even be able to become a bolt of lightning."

Thor fell silent.

But the demon sword had grown impatient; it screamed:

"What are you dawdling for? Kill him! The bugs outside are waiting for you to deal with them. Don't you want to be a conqueror? You will become the conqueror of this world and even the entire star sea. That is the supreme glory bestowed upon you by your master."

"Swish"

Thor's voice came like a black lightning bolt, and the crimson blade unleashed a deadly thunderous crushing force, shattering another of Ashbringer's blades. Then, the black lightning whip he swung swept across the entire field, causing the two giants to engage in a frenzied life-or-death battle.

They abandoned defense and launched a full-scale attack.

Thor was struck five times and Diakum was pierced three times, but Thor could heal himself by the infusion of the Force upon death, while Diakum could not.

As the crimson greatsword finally pierced the Vigilant's heart of holy light, the demonic sword let out a piercing, maniacal laugh.

She knew that she would once again bring a supreme soul to her master.

Amidst that shrill laughter, Thor tried to draw his blade for another execution, but Diakum grabbed the sharp edge with both hands. The last rays of light and heat left a burning finger mark on the blade of the demon sword, causing Remonia to scream in pain.

As the dim holy light transformed into black butterfly wings, and the ethereal hymns turned into eerie whispers amidst the wailings of the cherubs, Diakum's eyes also dimmed.

He seemed to feel no pain.

He even deliberately plunged the sharp blade into his own body, like a shark biting its prey in the dark water.

With a subtle smile, devoid of the despair of someone facing death, he said in a sinister tone:
"Would you rather become thunder, or be a bolt of lightning?"

"buzz"

The rift of death began to tremble, and amidst Remonia's screams as if she had been groped by a pervert, this sacred place that should belong to death was eerily shrouded in an even darker shadow.

Thor looked up.

What came into view was no longer the starlight of a world of death; the rift that had imprisoned him for ten thousand years was transforming, and a solar eclipse that was devouring the night was spreading.

He did not defeat Diakum.

He simply put himself in a more dangerous situation.

Phase one of the Sun's Radiance has ended.
Next, there was a solar eclipse.

(End of this chapter)