Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 520, 59. Tell me, what did you see when you finally lifted my veil?
The illusion of an eclipse loomed behind Diakum, like the corona hanging when the sun is incarnate.

Sun and Eclipse are twins, representing the two forms that the sun god Anser currently possesses. They originate from the same great symbol and naturally have a wondrous resonance and connection.

After Diakum gained a basic grasp of the Great Mystery of the Sun, his control over solar eclipses naturally improved. At this point, when this dangerous technique was activated, it no longer became an uncontrollable "natural phenomenon" that extinguished the light of all things.

But this "control" is very weak.

Judging from the energy dissipation of the Eclipse Mystic Art, Diakum might lose control at any moment, but this could also be intentional on the part of the Vigilant.

This "conceptual" "lights out" works very well.

If the Void Lords decide to cross the line and kill them, Diakum can always give them a taste of their own medicine.

There's no point in trying to reason with them now.

The moment the secrets of the Eclipse were revealed, the factions of the Vigilant and the Void Lords were already divided. So the subtext of "let's have a chat" here is "a few more casual words before the battle begins."

How many of you are there exactly?

Dick asked:

"How many Void Lords participated in the corruption and ascension of the Sun God?"

"A lot, more than you can imagine."

A silent voice responded.

Diakum recognized the voice.

Previously, when he repelled the human form of the Dark Titan in Karazhan, this powerful being had helped him, and his "Eye of Truth" came from His gift.

If I remember correctly, this big shot's title was "Truth Hunter".

His attitude was quite gentle, even calm. Faced with Diakm's question, His thoughts, brimming with knowledge and truth, explained to Diakm in an "elegant" manner:
"Of the sands of the Milky Way, half are here. Anser is the oldest and greatest life form. He was born at the time of the origin of all things, which you cannot imagine. The difficulty of changing the ownership of his primal force is beyond your imagination, but they have been working on it for a long time and regard it as the most important task in the Void Realm."

You made a mistake, Diakum Zastins.

They will not allow you to interfere with this 'decisive strategy'. Be prepared that everything you have in the Sea of ​​No Light and the material world will be overturned, torn apart, and buried.

You are about to become a new 'taboo'.

You will be buried deep in the ancient silt beneath the sea of ​​darkness, until the year of the eclipse arrives, at which point you will be allowed to be reborn.

"Wouldn't they send someone to 'invite' me?"

The vigilant whispered:

Shouldn't the power of a solar eclipse be used properly?

So, will you join us?

Another voice, like the wailing of a giant beast swallowing water, stormed into the vigilant's mind with a savage and desolate aura. Within the mental illusion of a strange "microcosm" composed of flesh-and-blood celestial bodies, the voice questioned:
"Are you willing to abandon the path of holy light, descend into the sea of ​​lightlessness, and share with us the power of the void and the heat death of the future when the light of all things is extinguished?"
When the Eclipse arrives, all things will slumber in eternity, and even Sargeras will perish on his throne as the fel light dims and fades.

The Dark Titan could not withstand the eclipse that descended upon the entire starry sea; even if it could survive for 100,000 years, it would still perish tragically.

That is the key to victory, the bargaining chip for upheaval, and the truth of the end.

The void is boundless, but truth is eternal.
Make your choice, Diakum.

Us, or them?
Victory or defeat?
To be, or to perish?

"Do all you Void Bosses speak in such a literary style? You've really got a firm grasp on the art of literary cultivation."

Faced with the invitation, Diakum shook his head with some regret and said:

"But I'm sorry, I've made up my mind to ignite the sun and will never allow the age of eclipse to descend upon the starry sea of ​​the material world. That's not just my wish."

All living beings do not wish to die, and they will all resist.

And I am the first.

"it's a pity."

The powerful creature lost interest, withdrew its spiritual tendrils, and said coldly:

"Then let's start the war. It's like a mantis trying to stop a chariot."

"So, how many Void Lords will be involved in my extermination? And how many Void minions will devour my faction? Perhaps you should give me a warning, so I can prepare myself mentally and spend some time preparing my tombstone or something."

He said so.

It was like a cruel joke born of despair, yet it fluttered its wings and fell, landing beside Deathwing.

Behind him, the "container" sent down from the Sunwell floating island has been opened.

Surrounded by pure entropy energy, the ferocious Black Devourer was like a creature sealed within a black iceberg, still in a winged posture, like a perfect body waiting for the infusion of a soul, or a killing machine fully equipped, just waiting for its engine to start.

Diakum, the Devourer of All Realms, transformed into a dark giant and lifted Deathwing. He stared into those weakened, bloodshot eyes, trying to find a glimmer of wisdom within them.

"No need to bother."

The thoughts of the truth hunter swirled within Diakum's mind, and He said:
"When Deathwing entered the Sea of ​​No Light to be enhanced, his reason and thoughts were stripped away. This poor creature had already lost his sanity after being tormented by the whispers of the void for thousands of years. He was already 'broken' before he went mad."

After 'Neltharion' died, Deathwing was born, and it is no longer possible for you to regain Neltharion's personality.

It stems from the constraints of duty, the pressure on the mind, and an overly proud obsession.

Before it became a guardian dragon, it had long been influenced by the Old Gods while living underground, and the Titans' blessing did not lessen this influence but rather deepened it.

Ultimately, sealing such a dangerous entity as the 'Light-Dark Aggregate' underground in the material world was a terrible idea, and the Titans' failure to detect the Old Gods' corruption of the Supreme Star Soul was a dereliction of duty.

It's a tragedy that such a poor life was entangled in a dark fate.

Are you still there?

Dick said in surprise:

"Shouldn't you go back to prepare for war? Prepare a small conspiracy to destroy a laughable mortal who dares to oppose the Void Lords. It would be a piece of cake for you."

"I have not participated in the grand plan to corrupt Anser, and I have no conflict of interest with you, so why should I get involved?"

The Truth Hunter said:
"Moreover, I have been observing you all along, Diakum."

You are a person who plans carefully before acting, and your proactive display of the mysteries of the solar eclipse must be because you have already made a plan.

You have your own plans, and even take the initiative to control the timing of the war. If you are considered a 'laughable mortal' for this, then we void beings deserve to die.

I have taken my seat in the front row and am patiently waiting for the grand spectacle to unfold.

Do you have any advice for me?

"Don't get involved, just watch the show."

Dick replied.

Just as he was about to pull Deathwing's spirit away from the crumbling void remnant, he suddenly felt a wisp of thought entwining around his fingertips, making him twitch like a puppet on strings and perform some unique actions.

"I will teach you how to repair this soul that has collapsed like sand. As long as there are still traces left in the ruins of the spirit, you can trace back to the source and rebuild its will."

To create reality from falsehood, to forge the future from the accumulation of the past.

He said:

"If this is going to be a big show, then I have to pay for a ticket."

"That's very thoughtful! Okay then, thank you for your help. This will save me a lot of time."

Diakum relaxed his fingers, allowing the Truth Hunter to manipulate them like a puppeteer, extracting the "fragments of reason" from Deathwing's mad spirit with exquisite delicacy and artistry. Then, through the unique application of Void Arcane Arts, he acted like the best restorer, reconstructing the will of Neltharion, the Black Dragon King, based on those collapsed fragments.

Simply put, it's the same principle as using instant noodles to repair broken porcelain.

But this one is clearly more high-end and worth billions.

"You just said that the Void Lords are most likely involved in Anser's 'Corruption' grand plan, yet you show no interest in it. Is that normal?"

Dick chatted like an old man doing his work, but the other party was no ordinary person. He could chat while controlling the "pig's trotter" of the vigilant and repairing his shattered sanity.

In response to Dick's question, the Truth Hunter let out a short laugh and said:
"The Void Realm is not monolithic; it is teeming with factions and ideologies that have existed since time immemorial. Even before I was born, the Sea of ​​No Light was already in a state of chaos, with everyone fighting each other to the death."

This is the essence of emptiness.

In a sense, the three negative forces—the void, fel, and death—all possess the quality of 'chaos,' which contrasts with the 'order' of the three positive forces.

How can we fight against our nature?

For some Void Lords, achieving victory in the Force Wars by any means necessary is their sole and noble goal; what happens after victory is of no concern to them. But for other rationalists, 'victory' is merely a stage in the evolution of all things.

When you look far enough ahead, you'll realize that no victory lasts forever.

Moreover, is the heat death of the starry sea caused by the arrival of the solar eclipse really a good thing?

In that era, no light will shine down, the fate of all things will be frozen, the starry sea will never change, just a stagnant pool until it plunges into utter chaos. That will be a dark paradise.

However, Diakum, 'change' is also one of the essences of the Void Force, something I have always sought.

The Truth Hunter paused, and said meaningfully:
"So, is this kind of victory that stifles all change really what the Void wants?"

We cannot go against our own nature, and neither can the Force.

You cannot imagine that the Holy Light and the Force will one day bless those who are utterly wicked, just as I cannot imagine that in the future the Void will lose its desire to appreciate all changes.

So, here comes the problem.

You too walk the path of the void, Diakram, Dick, but what void essence do you follow?

I don't participate in them because I want to preserve the precious 'change'. Are you standing on the opposite side of them just to ignite the sun?
Forgive my bluntness, but you won't go far this way.

The essence of the Holy Light and the essence of the Void are not unique, and there is no single solution to the truth. This is precisely the beauty of the Force system.

Even Sargeras cannot represent the truth of fel energy, which is why Illidan the Starhunter and his Illidari were born. Just as Elune cannot represent the truth of life, this is why Draenor has the original wild nature.

Not to mention the Eternals of the Shadowlands, who are still trapped in their ridiculous 'fate' and unable to break free.

In my experience, when someone proclaims to you that 'absolute truth' has been found, it often means disaster is about to begin.

He sighed and said:
"Unfortunately, my compatriots, our compatriots have become so fanatical that they believe the Eclipse is the only solution. They are clearly Void Lords, yet they act just as fanatical as those Light Walkers."

The Force has been out of balance for far too long.

Even within the Force itself, monsters have sprung up everywhere. The Sea of ​​No Light is no longer as serene and all-encompassing as it once was. I don't like it!

But I won't rashly get involved just because I don't like it.

I appreciate change, but I will not actively promote it; I pursue truth, but I will not forcibly shape it.

But you seem eager to bring about positive changes to the Sea of ​​No Light.

All I can say is that I'm really looking forward to it.

[The Mythical Void Technique "Surgery of Truth - Sanity Restoration/Sanity Castration" has been learned!]

This technique allows the user to repair a collapse of sanity caused by various reasons (with a certain probability of failure), or to use it on a target individual to put them into a temporary or permanent state of 'mental weakness/madness/idiocy'.

hint!

This Void Technique is a 'Power Technique' and can be used in conjunction with your existing Void Techniques.

A notification that hadn't appeared in a long time jumped into Diakum's eyes. When he turned around, the Truth Hunter had already quietly left, and in his hand, a faintly glowing spirit was curled up there.

Neltharion's sanity, which had collapsed tens of thousands of years ago, has been restored, but this is only sanity, not personality or will.

Fortunately, that's all Diakum needs.

He turned around and placed the luminous spirit onto the forehead of the Black Devourer behind him, which was frozen by entropy energy. As reason merged with it, the lifeless entity was also activated.

It might need some time to adapt, to harness its monstrous body with its newly formed rationality, but it doesn't have that much time to adapt, as Diakum and the Void Lords have already broken off all ties.

Attacks against him and all his followers could come at any time, and this time it would be a fight to the death.

But still the same sentence.

Making decisions is often the most painful moment, but once a decision is made, all that's left is to keep moving forward.

"Then, in the name of the sun, let us wage war."

Diakum clenched his fist.

Faced with the black dragons and dragons Hill who surrounded them with awe, faced with Onyxia and her five-colored dragons descending from the sky, faced with Ysera and the green dragons emerging from the dream, flapping their wings.

The Watcher pointed to the Black Devourer behind him, still frozen by entropy energy, and said:

"Escort it to the Temple of the World Soul, and have the Supreme Star Soul personally infuse it with life so that it can complete its 'hatching,' as quickly as possible!"

"This is."

Isela stepped forward, somewhat unable to accept it, and said:
"How can we send Deathwing to Mother World?"

"This is 'Neltharion'!"

Dick interrupted the sleeper's rebuke, and said seriously:

"It has no personality, no memories, but possesses its reason and fighting spirit. It is Neltharion, the second Star Soul Guardian rebuilt after you."

Ysera, this is your brother.

It's back.

I brought it back from my nightmare.

The other dragons had different expressions, but the scale chief of the Zakares camp had a bright look in his eyes. The scale chief of the Black Scale Camp, whose whole body was covered in blood, looked at the Black Devourer and his eyes shone with undisguised joy and satisfaction.

It is a Longshir who respects his father.

It hated Deathwing's corruption, yet hoped that its father could see the error of his ways and lead them again, just as he had done 20,000 years ago.

This outcome is truly the most perfect ending it could have imagined.

"Lightforger, the Chaos Coast continent where the Zerg Swarm is located has been sealed off."

The sovereign's lament echoed in Diakum's mind, and it reported:
"Hundreds of millions of Chaos minions are marching here, and a floating continent is advancing toward the hive. They belong to seven different Void Lesser Gods, and there will be hundreds of demigods and countless legendary beings participating in the battle."

The eternal cycle is about to begin!

"Warner!"

Almost simultaneously, Naruvolos, the guardian of the Northshire Abbey, spared no effort to deliver an important message.

"My mother, Zera, the Mother of Light, just warned me to immediately go to the Temple of the Supreme Star Soul and stay there. She instructed me to deliver this warning to you. A hunt targeting you has begun, and seven Void Gods have been confirmed to be involved!"
The main fleet of the Holy Light Legion has set sail.

They will travel at top speed until they reach Azeroth. Mother said she needs to talk to you about 'Anther'.

"Don't let them come to Azeroth, make them stay in Draenor!"

Dick said:
“Azeroth will not accept the Holy Light’s ‘forced blessing,’ and I have no desire to fight a ‘War of Lightforged’ here. As for the Void hunt, I will handle it myself.”

"Warner, Xaratas has escaped!"

Little Star swooped down from the sky, making a sudden stop in front of Diakum, and shouted:

She ran away when you weren't looking.

"A failed schemer won't get anywhere. Look how scared you are!"

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"Xalatas! Bear my pain, feel my despair, for no one will come to your rescue!"

The Black Iron Witch Queen's resentment erupted like a madwoman, and without even needing the control of Archbishop Saloras, who wielded the blade of the Dark Empire, the hideous vengeful spirit attacked the Void Herald who was blocked in front of her with all its might.

Xaratas is going to be in a very bad situation.

Before the war even began, she was struck by the full force of the Sunwell's burst, which damaged her flesh-and-blood body. Even though she tried her best to make her body incredibly tough, flesh and blood eventually have their limits.

The alluring elven body was surrounded by shattered fragments, and thick, deep darkness was erupting from the wounds, as if shrouding Xalatas in a dark cloak.

But compared to being injured, the biggest problem for the Void Herald is that he has lost all fighting spirit.

With the "War of the Void Gods" about to begin, all she wanted was to find a place to hide and sort out her messy head.

Diakum revealed his secret, but it had nothing to do with him; the Vigilant was considered a deadly enemy by the Void Lords, but it didn't seem to be his doing either.

He had clearly achieved both of his goals, and he had every reason to consider himself a "victor," so why did things turn out this way?

If something can succeed without your participation, it only means that you are not important at all in it!
For Xalatas, who believed that "the essence of the Void is the survival of the fittest," this was a truly devastating truth that could shatter his spirit.

"Void Herald!"

Saloras blocked the escape route of the void creatures, and the Archbishop of Holy Twilight loudly questioned:
"The Watcher asks me to ask you, what did you see in his true form after all the effort you put into lifting his veil?"

"Yes, I'm also very curious about the answer."

Behind Xalatas, the Twin-World Walker slowly emerged, holding two orbs of entropy energy. This mysterious ethereal being spoke in a trembling voice:

"Just as I'd love to know what you felt after you, the Void Herald, single-handedly created the Kalecgos catastrophe, and as you witnessed our world and people fall under the iron heel of the Devourers of Worlds."
Was there any pleasure?

Ps:

There will be an extra 3+5 chapters tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)