Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 486, Section 25: Azeroth, Your Loyal Vigilant Has Returned
"You're really going all out. As a mere upper-level demigod, you've managed to create more than twenty faith avatars, all of whom are active in the same region. This shows how profound your research on the mind and spirit is."

If anyone else did this, they'd be driven insane first.

The Dual-Way Walker's teasing echoed in Diakum's ears, causing the Vigilant, who was busy mending the mental rift, to curl his lip. He glanced at the character card's depleted Faith Power again. The Lightforger and Shadowchaser factions had painstakingly accumulated so much Faith Power, only to use it all up in this one go.

It's like saving up money for years just to gamble it all away at the casino.

But he explained:
"It's not as scary as you think."

Most of my faith incarnations do not require me to lower my mind to manipulate them; they each have their own morality, as well as the skills and mental capacity to control power. All they need is power itself.

All I need to do is give them the strength to watch great things happen.

There are only a few key points that require my personal attention. Besides, Quel'Thalas is home to the elite forces of various factions. In fact, I believe that even without my involvement, they can end this tragedy on their own.

"But you still couldn't help but participate, and you felt a great sense of accomplishment from it, not just watching fate retreat, but also personally participating in and witnessing its weak detour when courage rallied to fight back."

You see it as a peculiar pastime, rather than the arduous and complicated task that others perceive it to be.

The dual-world walker floated in front of Diakum, commenting in the peculiar electronic voice of the ethereal beings:
"I know many people who wield great power, and they have all been enthusiastic about getting involved in worldly affairs, either to satisfy their personal desires or simply to do something good."

But most of them end up disheartened.

When they realize that mere power is not enough to change the outcome of most things to the end they desire, they gradually lose interest in it and focus on satisfying their spiritual pursuits.

Those who possess great power have their own style of doing things, but the world itself often has its own arrangements.

You are unique, Diakum.

It's not just your strength, but also your attitude towards others and fate—it's filled with a kind of magnanimity that comes after giving your all; you seem to no longer care about the outcome.

Diakum stood up, stretched his shoulders, and said:

"Indeed, I care more about the process now. If you can have fun and feel satisfied in it, then it is not unacceptable if the result is a little worse."

But now is not the time for debate, my friend.

come on.

Let us complete the final step of that 'creation' today. The time in the astral plane is truly amazing. It seems that only one day has passed in Quel'Thalas, but we have already been drifting in the astral plane for a week.

Hmm, maybe a month?

I feel like there's something wrong with my perception of time.

"this is normal."

The dual-realm traveler let out a high-pitched laugh, explaining:

"The power of time can also be disturbed. Even in the material star sea, the flow of time varies from place to place, let alone the star realm, which does not actually have a unified rule?"

You have so many Lightforged under your command; you must have heard them talk about their experiences with the Legion of Light.

For these warriors who have been constantly traveling between different worlds, the more than 20,000 years of the Eredar's journey is merely a peculiar life pieced together from countless wars that are not even continuous in terms of time.

The vigilant nodded.

Say:
"The twins once shared with me the strange things they had experienced. When they fought against demons in a certain world for three months and finally returned to the Holy Light Realm exhausted, they found that they had returned to the day before they set off."

In other words, they experienced a battle that took place in the 'past', which was just one of many 'timeline paradoxes' they experienced in countless battles.

Gemini advised me not to think about these complex time-related issues.

They said that unless one is an arcane traveler who specializes in traversing the timelines, it's easy for one's thoughts to become tangled in the chaotic timelines, ultimately leading to tragedy.

"Hmm, that's your adjutant implying that your wisdom isn't enough to sort out these overly complicated issues. After all, what do you, a garrison commander fighting the Holy Storm, know about the mysteries of time?"

The ethereal spirit made a sarcastic remark, but Diakum was not angered.

They're right, there's no need for me to get angry.

The two walked through the ecological dome, which had been in operation for several days. Everywhere, ethereal apprentices and phoenix guardians of the Sunwell were using magic to clear the ruins and level the ground in preparation for rebuilding the structures.

Further away, at the original third gate of the Sunwell, Lady Verara had already built the gate to the Mystic Academy.

There was only one gate; not even a wall had been built.

But the towering building, exactly like the gate of the academy in his memory, still stirred Diakum's emotions, causing him to subconsciously stand tall and proud, displaying the majesty of the academy's physical education teacher and gatekeeper, Uncle Diakum.

However, only Lady Verara and her summoned arcane elementals were "dusting" over there; the other spellcasters, including Aegwynn, were all deep inside the Sunwell Palace.

They weren't slacking off; rather, they were repeatedly locating Karazhan as a beacon in the mysterious astral plane, preventing this "floating city" from getting lost in the astral currents.

Everyone has their own things to do, and when they're busy, they don't have time to pay attention to the anomalies in the celestial realm.

The ecological dome provided by the spirits was indeed comfortable enough; this advanced technology could even simulate various weather conditions, including "storms," ​​within its effective range.

As Dick walked toward his "laboratory," he looked up and gazed at the astral landscape through the unique purple energy matrix of the ecological dome.

To be honest, it's not that interesting.

It's a cluster of stars, similar to the starry sky in the physical world, but here the stars often exist in the form of "nebulae," covered with arcs of light of different colors, which looks quite beautiful.

There are also some strange things in the astral plane.

For example, a few days ago, Dick saw a pirate ship made entirely of light sailing leisurely through the nebula, and could even hear strange songs.

According to the Twin Walkers, the Astral Plane also has its own internal biological system.

There are native inhabitants here, but apart from spellcasters like Medivh who have a deep understanding of the astral plane, most mortals are unlikely to have any connection with it in their entire lives.

"You previously said that the birth of the astral planes was related to the Titans?"

Dick asked a question.

The dual-realm traveler shook his head and corrected him:
"I said 'maybe,' after all, even for a Star Soul Titan, it would be too far and undignified to walk across the material world. There is a legend that Norgannon discovered the existence of the Astral Plane, and the 'Dreamweaver' realized its value and thus opened up this place."

He connected all the valuable worlds discovered by the Titans with the astral plane and endowed them with the ability to grow on their own. Afterwards, the Titans would travel to various parts of the starry sky through the astral plane, which is the way to travel in accordance with the identity of a true god.

This legend is highly credible.

Because among the Titans' servants are indeed beings clearly from the astral plane.

"The Pantheon's observers, those individuals revered as 'Star Saints,' are said to have bodies shaped from pure starlight, yet still retain energy nodes preserved during their evolution, which makes them appear quite divine."

And their speed in the universe is beyond imagination.

When a Titan device in a certain world issues a command, a Star Saint will arrive in the target world within a short period of time.

Diakum stroked his chin, gazing at the perfectly calm astral plane before him, and said:

"If the Star Saints travel between different worlds using the Astral Plane as their route, then many mysteries can be solved. Hmm, I'm not an arcanist, but I'm starting to get interested in these secrets."

If the Titans use the Astral Plane as their 'Titan Path,' then do you think it's possible we might encounter Sargeras here?

This "terrifying" question startled the Dual Realms Walker; its energy body beneath its bandages flickered with highly rhythmic light. It turned and rebuked:

"Don't talk about such terrifying topics here!"

"Seeing how scared you are, it means the possibility is very small, but definitely not zero, right?"

Diakum grinned and looked more intently at the astral realm outside the Sunwell floating island, seemingly really looking forward to seeing Saria, engulfed in cosmic flames, appear before him in the next second.

Unfortunately, it seems that Satan is very busy today and he does not intend to fulfill the small wish of a "holy light cannon".

A few minutes later, a somewhat disappointed Diakum and the Twin Walker entered his "laboratory," which was actually the large crater created when Deathwing crashed down earlier.

Diakum sealed this place with holy light, forbidding anyone else from approaching.

He was using the mysteries of the Void to deal with Deathwing's remains, and he had recruited a Twinwalker as his assistant. He had to complete this transformation as soon as possible.

As a result, the Twin Realms Traveler, who was supposed to leave a few days ago, was forced to "work overtime".

But it had nothing to complain about, because Diakum rewarded it handsomely, allowing it to learn the underlying logic and activation method of the Void's ultimate technique, "Curse of Flesh."

For a ethereal being that has become a pure energy body, this is definitely a very "useful" skill.

"Forgive my frankness, but the 'monster' we've created together these past few days is already incredibly powerful. Ignoring the fact that it lacks a suitable, powerful soul within it, this behemoth is a masterpiece of 'creation.' Even after traversing countless worlds and witnessing countless miracles and disasters, I still believe that the monster you created is one of the most majestic and destructive creatures I have ever seen."

However, you are still not satisfied.

The dual-realm traveler hovered beneath the holy light seal, surveying the creature suspended in mid-air, surrounded by void entropy energy. It spoke in a tone of both awe and terror:

"You keep imbuing this near-perfect work with all sorts of powerful abilities, like constantly enhancing the performance of an already brutal weapon of war."

It seems you're trying to create a 'world destroyer'.

But I know that the design you made for it is not just the brutal beast I see before me; you have infused your most important power into its body in a wondrous way.

Forgive my poor eyesight, but even though I was involved throughout the entire process, I couldn't find where you tampered with things.

What exactly do you want it to do?

Diakum did not answer.

He walked forward into his void form, summoning the Twilight Hammer, with its intertwined black and white orbs, to hover beside his body. With the flapping of his void wings, he summoned the gathering of cold entropy energy, intending to complete the final "sculpting" for the behemoth before him today.

This is a "black dragon".

Of course, it's just that the color of its scales is like that. Although it used the remains of Deathwing as material, Diakum still did not use Deathwing's overly aggressive appearance as a model.

He designed it with more textured scales, a more streamlined body, and a standard dragon-like creature, though its appearance was not as exaggerated as Onyxia's Nergigante.

But the black dragon's wings were like real shadows, with "smoke" swirling around every part of the huge wings, and the tendons connecting the dragon's body to the wings were shaped into new claws, making it look like it had six dragon claws.

Its head no longer has the exaggerated horns of Deathwing, but retains only two low-key and even somewhat plain horns, but its mouth and sharp teeth are as destructive as ever.

Diakum reached out and made final adjustments to the black behemoth, which was about the same size as Deathwing.

It's like a crystal craftsman carefully polishing his work.

He said to the dual-realm traveler beside him:

"I originally intended to make it my 'final work,' but after thinking about it carefully, I might still have to personally use the Blood Curse to save some things when I encounter trouble in the future, so I'll just call it my 'most satisfying work so far.'"

This is for Deathwing
No, it's the coffin I prepared for 'Neltharion'!
Once it is freed from Deathwing's fate, it will enter into a completely new mission.

The Supreme Star Soul already has a 'spokesperson' to speak for Him, but He still needs a 'punisher' to convey His anger.

"You're right. I designed this 'Destroyer' with the standard of being the 'strongest creature in Azeroth.' This beast will only be unleashed when some arrogant bastards anger the World Soul."

"But you designed a terrible 'plague' for it."

The dual-realm traveler stretched out its bandaged fingers and touched the shadow-covered wings of the black dragon. It said:

"When its wings are raised, the plagues will be spread and released, and you don't seem to intend to contain the targets of these plagues."

In other words, when this black dragon flaps its desperate wings and soars through the skies of Azeroth, the creatures of that world are also affected. I noticed that these plagues carry the power of the Curse of Flesh, meaning that once they spread widely, they will trigger massive amounts of 'flesh mutation'.

That was a biological catastrophe.

"This is a unique mechanism."

Diakum explained:
"This black dragon will only be released when the world faces a life-or-death crisis. The 'Dragon Madness' it spreads will cause all creatures with dragon genes to grow and mutate rapidly, forming a fierce 'Dragon Madness Legion' in a short period of time."

They will become the nightmare of all invaders.

When the evolution of the Mad Dragon Disease reaches a certain level, and when this 'Destroyer' has devoured enough energy, the 'Glutton' power that I left in its body will be activated, and it will then enter its 'Second Form'.

All the dragons will be manipulated and controlled by it, and it will possess the destructive power and might of the 'strongest creature in Azeroth' in the truest sense.

Like dawn tearing through the darkness, it shines a golden sun into that world.

I can't tell you too much about the specifics, my dear friend. You just need to know that this guy's second form has combat power that is no weaker than mine.

Of course, that form cannot be maintained for long.

But if it reaches that form and still can't defeat a powerful enemy, then it means that even I on the battlefield wouldn't be able to turn the tide.

The dual-realm traveler nodded.

Although Diakum certainly hid many details, the Twinworld Walker still caught a whiff of something, and whispered:

"So, this is actually some kind of 'alternative option'? You're certain that Azeroth will face even greater dangers in the future, and you'll be absent from that catastrophe? Therefore, you want to leave a sword for that world to replace you?"

"It's just better to be prepared, my friend."

Dick laughed and said in Shasyar:
"Of course I don't want that to happen, but my enemies are already itching to do something. They will do everything they can to kill me while also pursuing their own ambitions for Azeroth."

However, that world is at the heart of this galaxy, representing two possible futures, and on such matters, I dare not and cannot gamble.

“Dick, we’ve spotted the Karazhan beacon again. The flight path for this floating city has been reset! But we need someone to scout ahead.”

Aegwynn's voice rang in Dick's ear, she said:
“I plan to go with you so we can return to Azeroth first, instead of slowly crossing the astral plane with the Sunwell floating island. Also, I did a divination, and Sargeras' Scepter is still in Azeroth.”

That damned ethereal thief is hiding in our world!
I'm going to get that dangerous staff back and then give that damned ethereal being a good beating.

"Please wait a moment, it will take another hour for me."

Dick responded.

He turned to the Twin Realms Traveler and said:

"The flesh and blood of this 'Black Corrosion World-Destroying Dragon' has been completed, but it needs to be constantly infused with entropy energy and void energy to maintain its purity, lest any wandering ghosts sneak in and take over its nest."

So, I'm asking you to take care of it for me from now on.

At the right time, I need you to send it to Azeroth.

“I am happy to do so, and I appreciate your trust, Vigilant. It means a lot to me.”

The Twinworld Walker knew the importance of this job, and it made a ethereal gesture to indicate that it would do its best. However, Diakum then asked another question that silenced the Twinworld Walker.

他 说:

“I know it’s wrong to pry into other people’s privacy, but I’m really eager to know if you have a friend who is a broker named ‘Wayne Nali’?”

As far as I know, the Shadowlands' Broker Consortium's collaborators in the Material Star Sea are you Voidlings, and there are many rumors that Brokers and Voidlings are actually compatriots from the same race.

In the catastrophe of Karesh, those who survived became spirits, while those who died continued your traditions in another realm, right?

"This is the secret of the spirits, I cannot tell you!"

The dual-realm traveler refused to answer, but then nodded and said:

“I did work with Winnie Narley. She wasn’t a great partner; she had a lot of complicated self-rules, but she was incredibly capable. You asked her what her needs were?”

"I just want to ask you to put in a good word for Venus. The Maw may have a 'guest' coming soon, and I hope Venus will help her out for your sake."

Dick said:
"Of course, it's fine if it's inconvenient. Anyway, that 'customer' is incredibly resourceful and will always find a way to survive in the Maw. If Wayne Nali is really a capable broker, she would never miss such a high-quality 'client'."

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Several days (Astral Time) later, a loud explosion erupted from the observation deck of the Karazhan Tower. Amidst the reverberating and tearing sound like an energy storm, a disheveled Aegwynn and Diakum jumped one after the other into the material world.

The two had no time to rest after landing.

Working together, they planted a modified ethereal staff into the ruins of the Karazhan Observatory and channeled the entire flow of magic in Karazhan to power it, causing it to emit a light like a "star torch," thus guiding the Sunwell floating island, which was still traversing the astral plane, on a precise "course."

"Why did it take you so long to get back!"

The old butler, Moros, who had rushed over, reported anxiously:
"Marshal Lothar's army recaptured Menethil Harbor three days ago and they are marching towards Arathi Highlands. The Matriarch and Saint Diakum should hurry and check on the Wetlands."

I heard from Robin, who came back to rest a few days ago—oh, Khadgar—that a 'Black Dragon Legion' has appeared near the Wetlands. But not the black dragons under Deathwing's command! Rather, it's a 'Black Dragon Rebellion' led by tauren.

They're active in the wetlands, preparing to rescue an important figure from the black dragon, and it seems they're even trying to recruit Lady Onyxia to their side.

Ps:

Deathwing's Blackwing form and Celestial Wyvern form are as follows:
(End of this chapter)