Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 491, Section 30: My cousin's brilliant plan to secure the world backfired, resulting in the loss of his wife and army, and even his grandson was taken away by cattle!
Diakum appears to be slacking off.

After all, this time he had Onyxia use Holy Light to counteract the Twilight energy, and also asked the Black Dragon to help suppress and share the burden. He only needed to complete the flesh and blood reshaping for the Dragon Queen through the division of labor between the two.

He had done this kind of "Saint Tony" job many times before, so he was quite adept at it.

However, the reality is not that simple.

Diakum even had sweat on his forehead in his Devourer of Worlds form, because Daenerys's body had been torn and stitched up by Xalatas, greatly increasing the difficulty of reconstructing flesh and blood.

Just like how model enthusiasts methodically assemble their models, it's always simpler than repairing a model that's been violently thrown down by a naughty child and then swallowed up by a "floor sprite."

Furthermore, Dick must always be wary of the sudden activation of certain "magical gadgets" that Xalatas has hidden inside Daenerys's body.

The "competitive" pressure he brought to Xal'atath was too great, causing Xal'atath to have no intention of confronting Diack head-on, but instead to focus on uncovering Diakum's "true mask" in order to attract the intervention of the Void Lords.

She knew very well that she couldn't win on her own!
Therefore, Void Herald spared no effort in using underhanded methods to trap Dick. All it took was for Diakum to reveal the secrets of "Eclipse" under various pressures, which was enough to instantly win her a large group of powerful allies.

In the short time that followed, Diakum discovered at least three "Twilight Bombs" hidden within Daenerys's flesh.

The violent dismantling of this thing will instantly detonate the incredibly powerful Twilight energy within Senestra's body. Once that destructive energy erupts, it will drag the entire wetlands and even the Khaz Modan region into the Void Corruption in a very short time.

If Diakum wants to prevent such a tragedy, the only way is to use the unsolvable energy absorption of the Eclipse Mystic Art to transform the Twilight Destruction.

Therefore, he had to be as focused as a bomb disposal expert.

The good news is that Diakum doesn't need to pay extra attention to the "plastic surgery" part of flesh reconstruction; there are ready-made templates available, and he just needs to apply them.

If the mother dragon doesn't like the Nergigante's appearance in the future, she can always "pay for herself" to have Saloras give her another makeover.

"Keep going, there's only a little bit left."

The Aeg culture depicts ravens flying around Diakum.

She witnessed Diakum multitasking, reshaping Daenerys's body in less than half an hour, and even taking the time to readjust her mind, which had been disturbed by Xalatas.

This surgically precise and skillful operation left the Star Soul spokesperson in awe.

She lamented:

"No wonder the Void is so eager to have you; your talent in this area is too high! Walking the path of faith in the Holy Light has given you a calm and steady mental cultivation, and the Void's great mysteries have given you unique ingenuity in manipulating souls and flesh."

Now I finally understand why you always say, 'Luckily, you're the one who has mastered these secrets.'

I'm not even sure what I would do with these powers if I possessed them. I dare not gamble on whether my heart would be tempted by them.

“Ms. Aegwynn, Dr. Diakum is performing brain surgery on a patient right now. It’s fine if you can’t help, but could you please be quiet and stop making things difficult for me?”

Dick retorted expressionlessly:

"Do you know that Xal'atath has gone so far as to hide four Twilight Bombs in Daenerys's head, and they're even connected in parallel? If I were to 'defuse' them, the entire Khaz Modan region would be doomed."

I'm begging you on behalf of the dwarves, please don't make it harder for them.

"Haha, I love seeing you ramble on when you're under a lot of pressure, my partner."

Aegwynn landed on the obsidian pillar formed from cooled lava nearby, and said in her raven form:
"But you can't always be on the defensive. That bitch Xal'atath, cough cough, that Void villain has already dug two pits for you. I have no doubt that she will continue to do so until you expose your secret someday."

The Pandaren Jade Lotus Gang’s rules state that there are only those who steal for a thousand days, not those who guard against thieves for a thousand days.

You have to fight back.

If that's inconvenient for you, then I can gather the saviors for a 'decapitation strike'."

"No need."

Dick said calmly:

"First of all, Xalatas's true form is a strange entropy demon. I don't know how she became that way, but if she is indeed related to Anser, it means that it will be very difficult for you to completely destroy her true form in the material world."

She has been hiding in Azeroth for hundreds of thousands of years. Given her close connection with the Sea of ​​Darkness, you simply cannot stop her if she wants to escape.

There is no need to waste time on such a pointless decapitation operation.

Secondly, retaliating isn't a matter of attitude; it's simply a matter of time.

The vigilant shook his head and said:
“Be patient, Aegwynn. I’m letting Xalatas run wild not because I can’t handle her, but because I’m waiting. You know, before you start a war, you always have to make sure you’ve done all the preparations beforehand.”

Xal'atath thought that with the Void Lord as her ally, I would perish.

But in fact
Well, that might sound arrogant, but the truth is, I've never been afraid of those Void Lords who gathered together to do bad things.

So don't worry, my friend.

This is a 'peer competition' between me and Xaratas; you don't need to interfere.

She will get her way by exposing my secret, but I'm sure she'll gain nothing but disappointment and despair.

This confident response made Aegwynn blink.

She did not press Diakum on how to deal with Saratas, as she had absolute faith in his decisiveness and ability to execute his plans, while also feeling concerned for the Vigilant.

Although he already possessed the combat power to challenge a lesser god, the opponent had more than one Void Lord.

The Fallen God of Light's actions are comparable to the Fel Force's invitation to Sargeras to switch sides. In the Battle of Nalan, the entire Pantheon of Order was sacrificed to allow Sargeras to secure his throne as the Fel Force God.

By analogy, if Anser were to be lured into becoming an Eclipse, most of the Void Lords in the Sea of ​​No Light would likely be involved to some extent.

If Xalatas succeeds, Diakum will be surrounded and besieged by the Sea of ​​Darkness in an instant.

In that instant, Aegwynn recalled the "war of the gods" they had witnessed in Karazhan, and the scene when Diakum was besieged was definitely no less brutal than that.

I need to figure out a solution myself.

If it really comes to that, how can I help?
"finished!"

Just as Aegwynn was pondering, the Vigilant issued the command:

"Everyone retreat to the safe zone. The flesh and blood reconstruction is complete. I will personally complete the lightforging for Lady Hinestra! Close your eyes and do not look directly at the holy light."

Especially the black dragons
Your eyes of the void will be burned out.

"rise!"

Upon hearing the command, Blackhorn above immediately raised the Hammer of Khaz'goroth, and the area where the Lightforged Dragons and Black Dragons were located instantly shattered, transforming into a rising rock platform that transported them to a safe area in the center of the city.

The next instant, a scorching holy light, as hot as a star, erupted below, accompanied by the Dragon Mother's agonizing roar.

Her will, which had been disrupted by Xalatas, had been mended, so this roar contained only pure pain, without anger or the will to retaliate.

In the nightmare woven by the void, she vaguely heard her daughter in the light calling to her, and that gentle voice was guiding her to wake up from the dream. As long as she stepped into the light, she would no longer have to worry about the despair brought by the abuse from her hateful spouse.

Embrace the Holy Light.

In his sun-incarnation form, Diakum poured a massive amount of pure light into Daenerys's weakened body, causing golden holy runes to surround her and inscribe holy symbols on her scales. He also soothed her weary spirit with hymns sung by golden cherubs.

The Mother of Dragons is the oldest dragon in the Black Dragonflight besides Deathwing. She is incredibly powerful, and apart from not receiving the Titans' blessing, she is almost indistinguishable from the Guardian Dragons.

Therefore, the amount of Holy Light required to lightforge such an almost eternal being is extremely large, and currently, only Diakum in Azeroth can accomplish this task.

This is also why the Black Dragon Princess had previously requested Diakum's intervention.

Lightcasting is a process that must be completed in one go; there is no such thing as pausing midway. If it works, it works; if it doesn't, it doesn't. There is no option to "take it slow."

However, it seems that Diakum used too much Holy Light this time, and the Holy Light in his Sun Form was too scorching, causing Daenerys's roar in the second half to turn into a painful groan.

She felt as if she had been thrown into the core of the sun, and her newly grown scales and body were being melted away.

This is not an illusion.
"Oh my God, oh my God!"

The black dragons in the Saberian faction were all lying on the ground, covering their eyes tightly.

They were in a sorry state, facing away from the bursting, scorching holy light, not daring to look directly at it. Even so, the intense heat of the light behind them still caused these Void Corruptors extreme pain.

Even though Diakum didn't intend to purify them, their "weak" bodies still couldn't withstand the high temperature radiation of the sun. Did they not even have the right to "look directly at the sun"?

This truth left Saberian somewhat dejected.

Faced with true power, the black dragons' choice to save themselves is more like a struggle.

Just as they were powerless to resist Deathwing's corrupt majesty, they are equally powerless to resist the Vigilant's radiant light.

Azeroth is ultimately a realistic and ruthless world where anyone who wants to accomplish anything must master the power that supports great achievements.

"Look at those dragon eggs!" Rheastarsah's shout came from the side, causing Onyxia and Blackhorn to turn their heads to look at the dragon eggs that the Dragon Mother had hidden in the lava.

Those eggs were "unlucky eggs" infused with twilight energy. They were supposed to be born in the corrupted form of the twilight dragons, but as the dragon mother merged into the holy light, those dragon eggs that should have returned to the void also transformed into rather peculiar forms in the changes of light.

Just like the eggs of the Sunhawk, the treasure of the Arakkoa Kingdom, these dragon eggs first became frosted and translucent, and then looked as if they were lit with bright flames inside.

Their biological properties have been altered.

Aegwynn meticulously documented this scene.

She was certain that Diakum's previous Holy Light did not possess this ability to alter biological properties, but the Holy Light in the Sun Form was clearly endowed with new power.

"The Sun God is a deity who brings life. The Holy Light also has its own 'creation science.' The Naaru and the Lightforged are not the only creations of the Holy Light's Force. No, this is not the Holy Light's creation science, but rather the 'life shaping' unique to the Sun God's lineage!"

The Star Soul Spokesperson interpreted it this way in her heart, and she discovered another wisp of mystery in the inheritance of the Sun God.

The unbearable scorching sunlight dissipated after a few minutes, and all the dragons looked down at the lava pool that had been completely vitrified. In front of the vigilant who was kneeling in prayer, a colossal creature unlike any other was flapping its wings and roaring to the sky.

Its prototype is still Onyxia's Nergigante form, but because it absorbed too much sunlight, the spikes on the dragon mother's body have developed a peculiar "gradient color".

The very tips of its spikes are transparent crystals, and the sunlight seems to be constantly reflected within them.

The two enormous "twin ponytail" dragon horns on her forehead were even more exaggerated, their solid bone structure having been completely transformed into diamond-like shapes.

It looks like an incredibly luxurious dragon crown.

This makes Daenerys's dragon form more exaggerated and aggressive than Onyxia's, and she is much larger, no smaller than the Dragon Aspects. The hot wind generated by the flapping of her broad and tough wings raises the temperature of the entire Grim Batol.

"Mother!"

Princess Black Dragon called out and leaped down, flying in the air in dragon form towards her mother.

Sinestra was still reeling from the heat and dizziness of the "torture," but she sensed Onyxia's presence, so she took a few steps forward and used her Disguise ability to transform herself into a Quel'dorei with long braids.

Although her face did not show signs of aging, her large, pure eyes were filled with the marks of time and the extraordinary qualities that came with refinement. Her original red armor had been replaced by a white and gold dress.

It looks like a simple robe that priests would wear, adorned with the golden emblem of the sun.

Daenerys opened her arms and embraced Onyxia as she lunged at her.

In the ten thousand years since her fall, Daenerys had never felt her emotions being released so unreservedly as they were today. The vexing dark whispers no longer haunted her, and those dark thoughts and uncontrollable destructive urges were completely eradicated from her mind.

Finally, she could hold her equally pure daughter without any distractions, and shed those hot tears of joy and relief.

They escaped the hell Deathwing had brought to them, mother and daughter.

"finally."

Countess Hynestra held her daughter tightly and said:
"We are finally reunited. Your father will never hurt you or anyone else again, my child, I promise!"

"You should become the queen of the Lightforged Dragons."

The Black Dragon Princess whispered:
“You are more suited to lead our people than I am. I am still lacking. Yes, the more I fight, the more I realize that I am not actually an outstanding leader.”

My brother's assessment of me back then was correct.

Unfortunately, my brother is already gone.
It's all Deathwing's fault!
The suffering it inflicted upon us and all black dragons must be repaid, one debt at a time!

"No, you are the queen."

Daenerys stroked her daughter's long hair, glanced at her own arm adorned with holy runes, and looked gratefully at the Vigilant who was chanting holy light to restore his energy not far away.

As if divinely inspired, she drew a triangular emblem on her chest and whispered:

“I will become a ‘Lightforged Priest’, yes, I will become the first ‘Dragon Shepherd’ among us, and I will guide our people through the holy light of the blazing sun.”

Having survived hell, I have lost all interest in power, and I no longer have any worldly desires.

They've caused me so much harm.

"Egg! That egg broke!"

Blackhorn's delighted cheers made the mother and daughter turn around. Amid Rheastars's joyful laughter, the red dragon in goblin form excitedly held a newly hatched "little black dragon" in her hands.

She held it high in front of everyone, as if displaying a gift.

The fledgling dragon remained in the form of a black dragon, not transforming into the appearance of the Extinction Dragon, but its black scales shone with sacred and mysterious runes.

This little guy has a pair of golden eyes.

It showed no signs of corrosion. Instead, during its first dragonfire breath, it spewed out a golden flame, startling both Rheastasar and itself.

"Rejoice, my fellow countrymen!"

Saberian also let out a joyful cheer at that moment.

The gloomy and ambitious black dragon's joy at this moment was utterly genuine; it proclaimed loudly:
"Behold! The pure next generation of the Black Dragonflight has been born, untainted by Deathwing's corruption! Our race has been able to continue, proving that the Void Poison can be purified and that our choice was right and just."

We will send it to the Temple of Mother World; it represents the Black Dragon Legion's return to its rightful and exalted place in this world.

"That's my egg."

Saberian's sister, Nysiondra, examined it carefully and whispered with a mixture of surprise and pride:
“I recognize it. That egg was so fragile when it was laid that I thought it wouldn’t survive, so I sent it to the Dragon Mother. But it is indeed my child. Humph, this fully proves how superior my genes are!”

"Shhh."

Sabrian held up a finger to his sister in a shushing gesture, and said in a subtle tone:
"No! That is the 'child' bestowed upon the Black Dragon Legion by the Vigilantes, representing Saint Diakum's promise and affirmation of the Black Dragons' return to purity. That child also represents the re-establishment of our connection with Mother World, the 'Fallen Ones'."

Don't actively reveal your relationship with it.

"Ah."

Nysiondra was a cunning black dragon, and she certainly understood Saberian's meaning. Moreover, as a "black dragon delinquent," she had no intention of raising the young dragon herself.

She did hope to return to purity from depravity, but that desire wasn't strong enough to make her give up her current "depraved but happy" lifestyle.

The little black dragon, representing "hope," hummed softly and was then carefully placed by Rheastasar beside the praying vigilant. A moment later, Diakum regained some of his strength and stood up.

He looked at the little black dragon with a sense of satisfaction.

The latter blinked its golden eyes at the giant, then let out a joyful cry, flapped its tender wings and wobbled into the air, circling Diakum once before finally landing in the Warden's warm hands.

It felt safe and fell into a deep sleep in the light.

"It is neither a Lightforged Dragon nor a pure black dragon; it is special, it was born because of you."

Rheastas whispered:

"Perhaps it is unique, and the other eggs are not illuminated by your holy light as deeply as it. Perhaps we should call it 'Sun Dragon' or 'Light Dragon.' Also, considering your wondrous connection with it, perhaps you should take care of it yourself?"

"A dragon should live the life of a dragon; it should grow up among its people."

Dick shook his head.

He was currently embroiled in numerous troubles and had no time to care for a baby dragon, so he bestowed his blessing upon the little dragon and handed it to Blackhorn beside him.

He said to the big black bull:
"You shall take care of it, Blackhorn. Perhaps it can become a bridge between you and the Black Dragon Legion."

“I will certainly live up to your trust, my lord.”

Blackhorn solemnly swore an oath, then asked:
"You should give it a name; that's your right."

"Well, let's call it 'Racio,' a little life that I thought would never appear but which stubbornly came into existence in the end."

Diakum tapped the baby dragon on the head and said:
“Fate is a wondrous thing, especially when I shape it myself.”

Ps:

Whether Wrathion is Deathwing's son or grandson remains an open question.

If Wrathion's mother, Nyxiondra, is also Deathwing's daughter, then he is undoubtedly his cousin's grandson. However, the Black Prince is not a naturally born black dragon. Rheastarsar's "creation" of Wrathion is quite magical. The Black Prince can even be understood as a product of "dwarf engineering," a dragon version of "Frankenstein's monster."

Moreover, it always refers to Deathwing as "father".

Considering that the eldest brother was reduced to ashes, we will probably never be able to determine the true relationship between Wrathion and Deathwing.

Sigh, why are things always so bad when they involve the Black Dragon?

(End of this chapter)