Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 431, Section 40: The Sinners Will Die, Sword Maidens Everywhere
"We were almost done for, so close!"

Brian Bronzebeard felt his pants were wet.

He was embarrassed, but considering that Old Zhou next to him was also awkwardly tugging his legs together, the old dwarf knew that this cowardly panda man had also wet himself in fear.

But it's really not their fault!
Explorers are already the bravest group of people in this world; there's no place they wouldn't dare to go. Unfortunately, the breath of that raging star dragon was indeed quite frightening.

They felt like they were playing "roulette" with death itself, the kind where they rolled six bullets and gambled on a misfire.

"Idiots! How long are you planning to huddle together? Get to work! This worm's energy is still increasing, and I can't hold it off for long."

Finally arriving at the critical moment, the Monkey King, wielding the Staff of Fortune to save the group, has now unleashed his "Wilderness True Form," transforming once again into a raging ape to fight the Starlight Soaring Dragon before him.

The Dynamaxed Fuzantine Staff lashed out repeatedly, driving Starlight Draco to the edge of the energy well.

The fight between the two behemoths shook the entire Naraksha engine control panel, but the quality of this Titan creation was so good that it remained undeformed even under such tremendous force.

At this moment, the Monkey King grabbed the Starlight Dragon's head and lifted its mouth towards the sky, letting its scorching breath continuously spew out from the dragon's mouth, as if he were holding a dangerous and destructive "flashlight".

This cool-looking monkey king wasn't joking.

Given that the Starlight Dragon shares energy with the Naraksha Engine, once the Titan Engine is restarted, the energy this guy can control will be virtually limitless.

While it is certainly unable to leave the Mogushan Palace, and even leaving this hall is a struggle, within this small area, it is virtually invincible as the Naraksha engine protection system. It's truly baffling how the Mogu "scientists" of yesteryear managed to create this thing.

"Quick! Get moving!"

Yrel looked with heartache at the cracked Ashbringer Blade in her hand. This weapon had gone through too many challenges with her, but she never expected it to follow in the footsteps of the Ashbringer in Commander Diakum's hands.

But now is not the time to talk about these things. Yrel rushed forward through the scattering light of the shattered Divine Shield, patted Brian Bronzebeard and Zhou Zhuo on the head, and told them to quickly operate the engine and start it up as planned.

Although we don't know what the current situation is with Commander Diakum in the Death Rift, there's still no news of victory, so it's estimated that there's been a fierce battle going on inside.

"Rushing us won't help."

The old dwarf pointed helplessly to the countdown timer on the control panel and said:
"This thing operates automatically. It can only start after its system self-check is complete, and only then can energy be allocated. For now, we can only wait."

"What do these three red dots mean?"

Nubotton pointed to three points on the console projection and asked a question. Brian scratched his head, frantically flipped through his manual, and said:

"It should be an error message about a blocked energy pipe. Something is blocking the engine's energy pipes. This is bad. If we can't clear them before the self-check is complete, this start-up will fail, and we'll have to restart it again."

"Only two left!"

Irelia saw one of the three red dots disappear and exclaimed in surprise:

“It must have been Lady Aegwynn who cleared the blockage down there, but there are still two more that are correct. The Twin Archbishops also just went down. Tell them to go help.”

Marlade pulled out the Akentene crystal communicator and, despite the strong interference from the Titan energy, connected with the Gemini, who were currently located beneath the engine. After briefly reporting the situation, Marlade turned to the others and said:
"The Grand Master will go to handle the congestion at point A, but another team needs to go to point B, Brian. How much longer do we have?"

"Four and a half minutes!"

The old dwarf shook his head vigorously and said:

"It's impossible to clear the blockage in such a short time; you'll have a hard time even finding the exact location down there."

"We can teleport!"

Lyran stared intently at the projection in front of her and said:

"If we had a specific topographical map, I could use the Titanforged rune overload method to precisely send us down there."

Don't look at me like that, I just learned this trick myself!

My mentor, Margok, has been sharing the arcane courses from the Nassaras Academy of Magic with me. That knowledge is really obscure. I just finished studying "Introduction to Spatial Magic," which is said to have been written by Queen Azshara herself, and mastered the technique of Super Magic Precision Teleportation.

But this is my first time using it.

"I don't have time for you to practice on, Brian! Get the detailed terrain map out; we need those damn coordinates."

At the critical moment, Irele demonstrated exceptional execution skills.

Under her command, the old dwarf worked swiftly and successfully provided the precise coordinates. Lylan then retrieved a precious divine-forged rune and, after a simple coordinate conversion, activated the teleportation spell.

The divine runes shattered with a bang, but the super magic technique was successfully executed, enveloping the surrounding people and sending them near the blockage point inside the Naraksha engine.

The dizziness caused by this super magic technique was several times greater than usual; Irelia almost vomited, but as she tilted her head back, she exclaimed in surprise:

"What's that 'person' here? It looks like an elf?"

Everyone else looked up.

Before them stood a "crystal," within which a white-haired elf was "frozen" in a curled-up posture, as if in a peaceful slumber. She was barefoot, with perfectly shaped toes, and her long white hair, adorned with pearl earrings, spread out in the manner of a "white-haired witch."

To be honest, she's quite pretty.

But finding this thing in a blocked Titan energy conduit is somewhat creepy. Hmm, could this be a "cosmic ghost"?

Irelia tried to get up and go over, but Lyran reached out and pulled her back.

As the teleportation caster, Lyran suffered the most from the aftereffects; she was pale and dizzy and needed to use her staff to support herself.

She said in a hoarse voice:

"This spirit is not asleep; it's a seal!"

Using herself as the sealing entity and the energy of the Naraksha Engine as a means, she is suppressing the Death Rift above our heads! She is the one who sealed Thor and the Death Artifacts within the rift, and she is also the one who is preventing that thing from expanding.

Oh my god.

She has stood guard here as the sealing 'core' for ten thousand years; it's unimaginable how she endured it all.

"But we must wake her up, otherwise the engine won't start and the rift won't close."

Iriel roared:
"Commander Diakum might die in there."

“Uh, you two, if this is the main body of the seal, then the other two blockages in the pipe should be extensions of the seal.”

Nubotton coughed awkwardly and said:
"You guys should have kept your voices down. This amazing guy got 'woke up'."

"Ok?"

Irelia and Lyran turned around at the same time.

They saw the crystal shatter, and the white-haired elf within slowly opened her eyes—a pair of eyes.
Amber eyes.

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"Forty-five seconds left!"

Zhou Zhuo screamed.

His claw hovered over the big red button on the control panel, which Brian had told him to press immediately when the countdown reached zero.

Meanwhile, the old dwarf was busy on the other side, adjusting the energy flow of the pipes in advance to ensure that the Titan energy that would erupt later would accurately hit the Death Rift above them.

This control panel is for giants; two mortals must operate it simultaneously from both sides to ensure no time is wasted.

Zhou Zhuo was trembling all over.

Not only because he saw the Monkey King losing ground in the battle against the increasingly powerful Star Dragon, but also because Brian had just told him that if the three blockages were not cleared by the time the self-test was complete, the best-case scenario would be a failed self-test and the engine would shut down again.

In the worst-case scenario, the energy backlash could send the entire Kun-Lai Summit, along with a large portion of Pandaria, flying into the sky.

Zhou Zhuo really didn't want to gamble on the odds.

He knows his own situation best; his luck is terrible, and every time he gambles on probability, the result is extremely bad.

"The last two catheters are positioned correctly, see how I set them in the right direction."

The old dwarf, smoking a pipe to cool his scalding brains, roughly grabbed a wrench and turned the rudder, causing the six energy ports above the engine to follow his movements.

Just as the two were about to be soaked in cold sweat, a loud bang came from behind them. They turned around at the same time and saw the Azure Jade War God who had been chasing them earlier struggling to walk out of the Azure Jade Vortex in an extremely disheveled state.

His dog is gone; it's probably been killed by the Monkey King.

He himself was also in a miserable state, his entire jade body was broken and shattered, and he no longer had the mighty demeanor of the God of War. When he saw Brian and Zhou Zhuo, the Jade God of War roared and was about to step forward to kill the two tomb raiders and take back the Thunder Heart of His Majesty Thor.

But as the three-pointed, double-edged weapon was raised, the Jade God of War was drawn to a familiar roar.

He raised his head.

Through the constantly spinning and pulsating rift of death, he could vaguely see His Majesty Thor battling a dark and sinister monster in the terrifying black eclipse.

His Majesty Thor is clearly at a disadvantage.

He wielded a crimson greatsword and slashed repeatedly, but he could not break through the void monster enveloped in dark entropy energy. But what Qingyu War God found most inexplicable was that the one in front of him was not the Thunder King in his memory at all!

In his memory, His Majesty was the most powerful leader in the world. His Majesty the Thunder God had the ambition to bring peace to the world. He wanted to use war to remove the shackles of weakness and to bring order to the world with his laws.

As a being created by Thor himself, the Jade God of War knows even more.

He knew that his master had stolen power from the Mogu's creator. But this was no disgrace!

All because the creator of the Mogu was weak and incompetent. That guy abandoned his mission to protect the world from the control of darkness, while His Majesty Thor picked up the mission that the creator had abandoned. He wanted to do what even the gods could not do.

Yes.

That is the true king of lightning!

The man before him, controlled by the power of death and wielding his sword like a puppet, was powerful, but he was not his emperor!
"Your Majesty!"

The Azure Jade War God roared, he shouted:
"How can you, a king, be a dog to death?!"

He couldn't accept that his master would fall into such a predicament after ten thousand years. He then lowered his head and looked at the Thunder Heart that was constantly jumping and spinning on the control panel.

"It must be because His Majesty's ambition has been replaced by those damned dogs of death! Yes! As long as this supremely courageous and thunderous heart is placed back into His Majesty's heart."

The Azure Jade War God slammed his giant blade into the ground and shouted at the terrified Zhou Zhuo:
“You! Pandaren historian, you must be loyal to your Majesty! You must return this heart to the supreme Majesty.”

"Yes, I will! I swear!"

Zhou Zhuo wanted to refute that he wasn't a slave of the Mogu, but glancing at the countdown, which had less than fifteen seconds left, he gritted his teeth and shouted:

"I swear on my family name, Zhou, that I will return the Heart of Thunder to His Majesty the Thunder God, but we must first close this rift of death, God of War! We are only one step away."

"Look, the Monkey King is attacking that giant dragon. Suppress it, don't let it interfere with the system self-check anymore! Ten seconds! In the last ten seconds, we brought His Majesty Thor back from the vision of death."

"Then, for the King of Thunder!"

The Jade God of War raised his battle blade and leaped towards the Starlight Dragon, which was now unstoppable due to the agitation of Titan energy. The Monkey King, who was being suppressed miserably, saw his old rival coming and grinned as he rolled away, simultaneously smashing out with the Staff of Fortune, causing the Starlight Dragon's head to rise.

"boom"

The giant blade forged from jade struck the Starlight Dragon's head squarely, while the Jade War God himself melted into the starlight breath spewed by the monster.

The countdown resets to zero in the next second.

Just a second before the Monkey King charged over, baring his teeth and snarling as he tackled the two guys, Brian and Zhou Zhuo exchanged a glance, then simultaneously raised their hands and slammed them hard against the red button.

"boom"

The Naraksha engine, which had been idle for ten thousand years, was started.

The removal of the three blockages allowed Titan's energy to flow freely from the six nozzles above, its incredibly smooth flow resembling that of a javelin warrior after indulging in a feast of Barat delicacies.

These Titan energies are slightly different from those elsewhere. The golden energy, carrying a chilling aura, flows down and "pours" onto the Death Rift, quickly creating a cold mist that seems to be cooling everything.

As Zhou Zhuo, Brian, and the Monkey King grimaced from the cold but watched intently, the Death Rift expanded in an instant because its seal had been broken, but then shrank as it was washed away by the golden Titan energy.

The energy ripples from the pure clash between arcane magic and the death force echoed throughout the control room, causing the starlight monster created by the Mogu to let out a painful wail.

Amidst the shimmering golden light, two burly figures burst out of the rift, defying the clash between arcane magic and the primal force of death.

Thor, wielding the demon sword, rolled once on the ground before rising to his feet, and then saw the broken skull of the Jade God of War lying right in front of him.

Diakum, in his Devourer of All Realms form, hovered in the air.

Holding the Twilight Hammer, he spread his arms wide, showing no fear of the terrifying energy conflict before him, and instead continuously devoured the surging Titan energy and death power.

Two forces serving him at the same time—is that a small blessing?

A few seconds later, shimmering light pulses appeared on the butterfly wings behind the Devourer of All Realms, and in a moment, the Guardian rekindled the Holy Light, blooming like a golden sun once more. Amid the cheers and songs of the little angels, he returned to his Holy Spirit form.

Moreover, this absorption made him even stronger!
Diakum, who had landed on the ground, glanced back at the battle between Titan energy and the Death Rift behind him; it was only a matter of time before the latter was swept away and shut down.

But the real trouble lies in the demonic sword before us.

Diakum couldn't allow her to return to the Shadowlands with the stolen "world life force." He couldn't imagine how much "military resources" the Death Eternals would have if these pure world life forces were converted into anima.

Thor did not launch another attack this time.

He touched the broken skull before him and seemed to hear the dying roar of the jade war god he had created with his own hands. His creation believed, even in its last moments, that it was still the brilliant and ambitious emperor from more than ten thousand years ago.

He was even willing to sacrifice his life to "awaken" himself.

"So, it still comes down to the same question."

Diakum leisurely put the Twilight Hammer, which resisted the Holy Light, back into his bag. He then grabbed the Staff of Fortune, which the Monkey King reluctantly but obediently handed over. Holy light poured in, illuminating the holy runes on the monk's staff.

He spoke to Thor in his usual calm tone:

"Your Majesty, would you rather become the thunder, or transform into a fleeting flash of lightning?"

"I wish to become the Thunder God, to take over the power of the weak god, to fulfill the mission He abandoned, and to bless all living beings like a god."

Thor stood up.

He looked at the crimson greatsword in his hand, and at the crimson shackles binding him, and sighed:

"But I seem to have lived as that lightning bolt. My era has finally come to an end, and my glory seems to have been torn apart by my own hands. I have become a coward, reflected in the eyes of my loyal warriors."

What a disgrace!

"boom"

The mighty Remonia Greatsword crashed to the ground, its blade piercing the earth and scattering crimson light. Thor, chosen as the vanguard by the Force of Death, voluntarily relinquished the weapon, bidding farewell to all the "glory" promised by death.

He refused the power of death, signifying his impending return to death.

Amidst the demon sword's furious screams, Thor took a step forward, staggering weakly. The blessing of death rapidly dissipated from him, returning him to the power of an ordinary mogu.

Zhou Zhuo realized what Thor was planning to do.

He glanced at Diakum, and the Vigilant nodded to him. So Old Zhou gritted his teeth, picked up the Heart of Thunder from behind him, rushed over, and placed it in Thor's raised hand.

"I did this not because my ancestors were your historians!"

Zhou Zhuo shouted:

"If you truly believe that you are emperor to bring order to the world, if you truly wish to wield thunder and bring blessings to all living beings..."
Then let us see!
Our Pandaren Emperor sacrificed himself to protect Pandaria for ten thousand years amidst the collapse of heaven and earth!

In contrast, in our history, you are merely a tyrant.

"hehe"

The King of Thunder held the heavy divine heart in his hand.

With a low laugh, he stuffed the blinding heart of thunder into his chest, just as he had when he seized the power of the gods.

Amidst that familiar surge of power, the emperor who once fought the Four Gods, pacified the world, and commanded the Demon Warriors has returned.

A deafening surge of thunder caused lightning to encircle his arms, while his eyes flashed with lightning, causing the electricity on his command crown to surge and churn. He spread his five fingers, and the "viscous" lightning danced and converged into a Mogu Thunder Halberd.

In that thunderous and stormy command, he said:

"They are heroes, I am a bandit. I have lived a life of integrity, why should you Pandaren speak well of me? Today I will show you that those who dare to offend Pandaria, no matter how strong, will be punished!"

"To borrow a comment from the master, the inherent flaws of mortals are truly an incurable poison. They know that they should obey in order to get the best results, but they still choose to rebel against fate because of those pointless emotions."

My owner would appreciate this desperate resistance, but I would only hate mice that refuse to obey!

I hate you all!

Remonia lost her swordsman.

Surrounded by both the Vigilant and Thor, the Demon Sword knew it had no chance of winning and, though unwilling, had no choice but to resort to its last resort.

A crimson streak of light was drawn from the blade, like the swirling of a swarm of bats shaping the image of a Winsea.

White hair, horns, pointed ears, and red eyes.

Dark skin, a high chest, a black Venthyr Punisher's Hunting Suit covering his body, and a black swordsman's cloak covering his shoulders.

She reached out, and as her vampire-like canine teeth bared from her lips, she drew the demonic sword from beside her, swinging it diagonally in the starting stance of the Venthyr Forgiveness Secret Sword.

she says:

"When a living blade chooses its own independent form, it means it is breaking away from its master. It is a terrible rebellious ritual, but I don't want to break away from my master."

I love Him the most.

I am the soulmate of the lonely Thénarius.

"You forced me to do this! Therefore, I must bring both of your souls back before my master can forgive my insolence."

The "sword girl," who always seemed so familiar to Diakum, licked her lips with her scarlet tongue and said:
"Then, let the sinners face judgment."

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Remonia Sword Maiden Fan Art:
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