Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 452, Section 61. Know Your Place! You are the challenger, Y'Shaarj!
The Swordsmanship of the Destroyer truly lives up to its mythical rating.

At least in Diakum's hands, this thing has never suffered a defeat, and today is no exception. Facing the Destroyer Sword Technique unleashed by the Emperor's Thunder Blade, the oncoming solar storm instantly ignited Y'Shaarj's power avatar.

The flames can burn.

That was the power of the sun igniting it.

Diakum knew how difficult Y'Shaarj was to deal with, so he didn't plan to fight a long battle with him. He started by unleashing his ultimate move, trying to get himself "hot" as quickly as possible.

Although they have only recently received the inheritance from the Sun God, the Vigilant has already clearly understood the unique way this power works.

It was "awakened" by Diakum through high-intensity combat, allowing its holy flame to undergo a qualitative change, transforming it into a unique energy truly similar to "starlight".

That is still a variant of Holy Light, but it is completely different from most other forms of Holy Light.

In addition to preserving the sacredness of purification, its energy and light also bring with them the oppressive power of a magnificent atmosphere and the unrestrained release of heat, something that ordinary holy light cannot do.

Considering that his form was like "the sun coming to life," Diakum decided to call this state "Sun Form."

This is his "third-stage transformation".

Yes, the first tier is the Holy Seraph, the second tier is the Giant of Light, and the third tier is the Incarnation of the Sun. It's a very reasonable and clear division of combat power.

The only regret is that, perhaps because the contact time was too short, Diakum was unable to shorten the "awakening" time of the Sun Avatar. Just like how a hand tractor needs to be frantically spun before starting, he also had to get himself into "state" through high-intensity combat.
Hmm, this sounds a little strange.

It takes a man a little while to get into the mood.

Ugh, that's so vulgar.

Of course, Y'Shaarj, facing the Sun's attack head-on, wouldn't feel disgusted; all it could feel was pressure!

Although the Supreme Lord Kolfan was a very powerful hero, his vessel was not strong enough to fully contain the power of the Heart of Darkness, which is why Y'Shaarj's "resurrection" was also presented in a weakened state.

Fortunately, as Diakum rebuked, Y'Shaarj was never a benevolent god.

It had no feelings for the Mantid other than "using" them, so Y'Shaarj had a way to quickly regain his power without having to consider whether the Supreme Being could survive.

It is a beast of the soul.

The ability to control the mind is an innate talent of this ancient god. The fact that it was able to suppress other ancient gods with this ability back then shows its extraordinary power. The most wonderful thing about this era is that there are far more intelligent beings in this world now than when it died.

It feeds on negative emotions, just as the evil spirits grow by devouring the spirit.

As long as it devours enough minds and spirits, the power it gains will be strong enough.

Therefore, Y'Shaarj directly withstood the constant barrage of Thor's Enemybreakers from Diakum, maintaining the integrity of his ever-burning body, while his mental powers were already being unleashed.

It was like an invisible halo, constantly expanding outwards from the center of this dark temple.

All beings with intelligence and emotions are stepping stones, and all individuals with feelings and reason are food. Therefore, the warriors resting in the Seven Star Palace, which is closest to this temple, became the first "victims".

Old Chen was still recuperating when he was suddenly dragged into a mental illusion.

This mental interference and tug-of-war was something Old Chen couldn't resist at all. He didn't even realize what was happening until he opened his eyes and saw his angry brother Changbo. Only then did he realize that he had been tricked.

"Chen! You abandoned your family for your laughable wandering ideals, you abandoned Master Shangxi who had such high hopes for you, you abandoned your hometown that needed you, you abandoned Lili."

Changbo Storm Liquor, who looks very much like Old Chen but is dressed as a scholar who loves to write and paint, grabbed Old Chen's collar with a ferocious expression.

He roared:

"You even broke the promise we made as brothers when we were young; you didn't attend my wedding! Do you know what that means to the Pandaren? So, are you severing ties with us?"
Just because you want to be a wanderer, you want to go find those damn wine recipes?
Do you really hate the hometown that gave you birth and raised you that much?

"No, Changbo, no! Let me explain, brother."

Old Chen knew it was an illusion.

He knew he should remain steadfast, but the illusions of Y'Shaarj were not a force that a legendary monk like him could control. At this moment, the guilt, pain, and sorrow deep within Old Chen surged up and uncontrollably broke through his defenses.

He grasped Changbo's hand and said loudly:
“I didn’t want to miss your wedding. I even prepared gifts for you and Li Xiu. I carefully brewed your favorite wine to give you as your wedding wine. But the dwarves need me. Their people have been captured by the Dark Iron dwarves. I must save them!”

By the time I saved the person, it was too late.

I have no face to see you, Changbo.

I didn't mean to abandon you. My wanderings were just to find a way to Pandaria. I know you've been researching ways to return home since you were young, and you value family more than I do.

You dream of going back to where your ancestors lived and visiting the Storm Spirits brewery.

I didn't mean to abandon Lily. I feel so guilty towards her. I shouldn't have told her so many adventure stories. It's all my fault.

"But you have already let us down."

Master Shangxi's voice rang out from behind Old Chen.

He turned around abruptly and saw his mentor, Shang Xi, looking disappointed. Master Shang Xi said weakly and wearily:

“I don’t blame you for not being able to save me, but I hope you will inherit the position of abbot of Wuchen Temple. Without your protection, Mizong Island and Shenzhenzi will not be able to withstand the malice of the Endless Sea. But compared to protecting the people, you prefer to travel around.”

"Uncle Chen, are you really unwilling to take me out?"

Lili also hugged his legs, but when Old Chen lowered his head, what came into view were two floating flames. Lili, whose body was cold and showed signs of drowning, smiled and said:
"But look, I don't need you to take me to travel. I found the Fisherman's Pearl in the library. It's a treasure that the fisherman Wang You got from the mermaid! It guides me to Pandaria, but I think I accidentally fell into the water."

Hehe, it's okay, Uncle Chen will come to save me, right?
No matter what danger I encounter, Uncle Chen will come to save me.

Uncle Chen, I'm so cold.
When are you coming to take me home? Those fish bites really hurt.

"No! That's not how it is."

Old Chen roared.

He held Lili tightly, and shouted:

"I will definitely protect you."

But the lifeless coldness he felt filled Chen with despair at that moment. The accusations from Changbo and Master Shangxi caused him great pain, and his anger and hatred towards himself made him lose his way, ultimately leading Old Chen to begin to doubt himself.

Was he really wrong to leave in a huff back then?

Inside the Seven Stars Hall, General Deer Helmet pinned down the struggling and roaring Old Chen.

He knew something was wrong, because it wasn't just Old Chen; other people were also shouting and yelling around him.

The resilient Cairne Bloodhoof frantically attacked the gates of the Seven Stars Temple with his bull horns, shouting as he rammed them, "You madwoman, you're not allowed to divide my people! I will protect my son, and no one will be able to harm him!"

The wise Hamuul Runetotem ran around in terror, screaming, "Someone help me put out the flames! Mentor, no, senior brother, your son's death wasn't my fault, don't burn me with these flames, it hurts so much!"

Even the Monkey King, who ran back later, sat on the top of the palace, drinking wine and calling out Shao Hao's name in a drawn-out voice. He even jumped three times, but failed to commit suicide because his vitality was too strong.

It's utter chaos!

General Deer Helmet astutely realized that this was the ultimate enhanced ProMax version of the Seven Fiends' power. Anyone with a shadow in their heart would be ruthlessly exposed; one cannot deceive oneself.

He knew his turn was coming soon!

Even with the extremely high level of mental protection from the Shadow Hunter's blessing from the void, he could still feel that the world in front of him was constantly popping up with images, like some kind of "signal interference".

He saw his elderly father standing grimly in the flames of the fire source, shouting that he would burn the world to ashes; he saw his beloved wife kneeling before a small grave, tears streaming down her face, burying the necklace he had given her in the earth.

He saw his little darling Ishtaria running frantically through the flames of Ashenvale, crying out for her grandfather and mother to save her, while fierce orcs chased after her.

tragedy!

He felt as if he had been dead for a long time, and that his death was the beginning of all the tragedy.
"What the hell are you doing?!"

Just as Staghelm was about to lose himself in the illusion of disaster, an angry "electronic voice" suddenly exploded in his ears. This rebuke seemed to have some kind of magic, like a slap to Staghelm's crumbling mind.

"It's you? The Dual Realms Traveler!"

As if grasping at a straw, Deerhelm shouted:
"Help! Y'Shaarj's mental illusions are invading our minds!"

The Twin Realms Traveler did not answer.

It was appointed as the "honorary governor" of the Shadow Chaser Order. Although it didn't have much influence, it did impart some of its shadow insights to the Shadow Chasers.

They felt a large-scale psychological disturbance and came to take a look. They were shocked by what they found.

"How could such a terrifying mental beast exist in your world? Its mental nightmare is spreading rapidly, and your valley—no, this entire continent—will soon be dragged into a collective illusion."

If you cannot resist the outburst of your seven emotions and six desires, your spirit will be imprisoned forever in illusion, experiencing disasters again and again, becoming the 'power battery' of 'Ashakyi'.

The vigilant are dealing with it, right?

Ah!
Damn it, I can't help in this situation anymore. Even if I get there, it'll be too late. I can only pray he's capable enough. Also, I've given you a self-rescue method; it's right here in your hands. Hurry up and take a look, you idiot.

General Deer Helmet grasped at a straw, looked down, and saw on his palm that it read, "No hope, just wait to die."

He heard Y'Shakti's strange laughter.

Then, General Staghelm's vision went black as he was completely plunged into the illusion of a catastrophe that seemed to never end.

The same thing happened at Canyang Pass.

But it wasn't just the Black Guard warriors who were affected by this illusion; the mantises attacking the Black Guard were also dragged into the same illusion.

At this moment, Yashaki needs the power brought by the seven emotions and six desires of all living beings, so why would he care about his "servants"?
Moreover, weren't servants meant to be sacrificed by the darker side of the ancient gods?
The mantises' "frenzy" is excellent "emotional fuel".

"No, that's not right!"

Irelia was drowsy.

She tried to stay awake, but hateful hallucinations kept popping up in her mind.

The orcs launched a war, but no vigilant appeared, so Ambori Village was captured, Samara died on the Shadowmoon orc altar, and fell into the orcs' hands as a prisoner.

Those damned guys put themselves in the arena and made them do some really filthy things.
"buzz"

Just as Irelia was about to be dragged into that damned, lewd illusion, the Command Crown on her head suddenly surged with electricity and slammed into Irelia's head.

The terrifying electric shock made Little Hoof howl and jump up, swishing her tail. She felt like she was being electrocuted, and even smelled like roasted meat.

The good news is that Irelia has indeed regained consciousness.

She blinked and looked around. Lyran was holding Eredas and crying, saying that she had died at the hands of the Bladewind Orcs. Eredas was holding Lyran, but with his other hand he kept slapping his own cheek, cursing himself as a piece of trash who hurt his father and that he deserved to die.

Commander Marad went even further, covering his eyes while muttering to himself.

Yrel seemed to hear her own name from his mouth, and as she got closer, she heard Marad saying something like, "This is my last Holy Light, Yrel, you must live well."

This is the most devastating moment for Noboru, who is usually the wisest.

The shaman collapsed to the ground, clutching his face and screaming, "This isn't me! I'm not a monster! I'm not a Broken One! The Holy Light won't abandon me!"

"Oh no, everyone's gone crazy! What are we going to do?"

Irelia was frantic and ran over to check on the twins, only to find them in a state of ecstasy, seemingly also experiencing some terrible hallucination.

The four Celestials have already returned to their respective temples using secret methods. They sensed that Y'Shaarj's mental power was ravaging the entire Pandaria, and they had to ensure that, in the most extreme circumstances, no even more terrifying catastrophe would erupt.

"what should I do?"

Irelia forced herself to calm down, then gritted her teeth, opened her holy book, and knelt down to pray.

She wasn't truly desperate.

She simply hoped to establish a connection with Commander Diakum in this way. In Irelia's young and naive mind, Commander Diakum was always the most powerful and had a way out in any situation.

Irelia thought this would be difficult, after all, Y'Shaarj had used such a continent-level mental extraction "forbidden technique", the Vigilant must be under great pressure.

But to everyone's surprise, this faith-based connection went remarkably smoothly.

"Oh? Are you alright?"

Irelia exclaimed:

"So, you're still fighting?"

“Yes, consecrating the ‘Emperor’s Fall’ divine sword is quite tiring. This sword is of such high quality that I have to make my holy light burn to a certain degree before I can use the Radiant Sun Energy to leave a consecration rune on the hilt.”

Diakum said in a gentle tone:

"Judging from your tone, something's happened outside, right? I bet everyone within your sight has been dragged into a catastrophic illusion by Y'Shaarj's psychic powers? They're trapped in their own emotions and desires, unable to extricate themselves?"

"Yes! Invincible you, please use your divine storm to think of a solution!"

Irele screamed.

Diakum, who hadn't even flinched when facing Y'Shaarj, was rendered speechless. After a few seconds, he sighed and said:

"I have a brain, why would I use Holy Storm to figure things out? You'd better check if your mind is clear right now, Yrel who likes to use Holy Storm instead of thinking. Cough cough, but don't worry."

Everything Y'Shakti did was within my expectations.

"I currently lack the ability to generate such a massive mental illusion that encompasses an entire continent, so I can only accomplish this illusion through the hands of Y'Shaarj."

"I don't understand. What do you want to do?"

Irele felt a little dazed.

She knew the Vigilant definitely had a big, wacky plan, but she really couldn't guess what Diakum was up to.

Until Dick himself revealed the answer.

"The Gemini have studied the nature of Sha energy, and I find their ideas very interesting. Y'Shaarj has set up the 'stage' for me, and now it's the Vigilant's turn to perform."

Call upon the Holy Light, Yrel.

He said gently:

"Our warriors need a little encouragement. Yes, even a ray of light in the darkness can dispel the endless night."

In that dark temple, Diakum slashed forward with the Emperor's Thunderblade, but this time it was easily blocked by Y'Shaarj. As the life of the entire continent was dragged into the illusion of catastrophe to strengthen itself, the seven-headed behemoth seemed to have returned.

It roared and gripped Diakum tightly with its claws of fury, tearing the holy light apart and lifting him into the air.

Seven black eyes stared intently at the watcher, and it roared:

Are you truly indestructible?

"of course not!"

Diakum felt the pain; he could feel Y'Shaarj's mental power oppressing and tearing at his soul. He then casually adjusted his special state of oneness with the universe to "immunity to disease," thus strengthening his will.

He looked at the ferocious seven-headed beast before him like a caught mouse staring at the dark hills.

他 说:

“I also get tired, I also feel fear, I also feel lost, I also have doubts, I can’t control my anger, and I also get lost in hatred. In the darkest period of my life, I also fell into despair.”

But do you know what? Y'Shaarj, the tyrant of the mind.

I will not only demand of myself to be steadfast, but I will also not allow myself to use fanaticism to resist external influences and changes.

Diakum's voice rose in pitch.

He said loudly:

"I soothe my weariness with introspection, I fight my fear with courage, I study morality to avoid confusion, I dispel my doubts with action, I control my anger with self-discipline, and I avoid hatred with enlightenment."

When I was in the depths of despair, I witnessed that light piercing through the darkness.
It is called 'Hope'!
Every individual who can be influenced by you cannot be filled with only negative emotions; every complete soul will radiate its own light to combat the darkness you impose.

You connected them with pain, and you gathered the dark side of all living beings into yourself to unleash violence.

Let's see!

Let's see what kind of spiritual miracles can be created when people's hopes and desires for beautiful things are brought together.

I'm not afraid of you, Yashaki.

Amansur used the worst methods against you back then, which is why you still haunt us today. Since this is a war of minds, let's resolve the issue spiritually.

I will purify you.

Destroy you from the source of your power!

This time, you will have no chance of being resurrected.

idiot!

When the light of hope shines brightest among all beings, you are the lone challenger forging ahead in the darkness. Can you defeat us? Come, try!

(End of this chapter)