Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 525, Section 64: Our side promises not to use decisive weapons first in the God War - Bonus Chapter [25]

(Bonus chapter for the "Online Game Fans" brothers [2/5])
The Black Devourer, its colossal wings shrouded in "black mist," soared across the battlefield, leaving trails of dark light behind it. It flew over the shattered continent like a raised black battle flag, symbolizing the arrival of a "desperate counterattack."

Countless ferocious black-eating dragons followed it, flying over the collapsing continent and the roaring sky, sweeping away all the remaining void flesh and blood wherever they went.

The faceless beings were dragged into the sky and torn to shreds by countless sharp claws. Their filthy flesh was devoured and fought over, but it could not satisfy the gluttonous appetite at all.

So they became even more frenzied, attacking the evil god's servants beneath the gates of the abyss with a predatory madness.

A powerful Krahis general hurled his Abyssal Spear in an attempt to knock down the Black Devourer above him, but Neltharion's black eyes darted around, causing it to perform a high-angle "Cobra Maneuver" as it folded its wings and sprinted through the air. Then, its claws slashed down, grabbing Krahis and pulling him into the air.

It's not one of those dragons that can be easily bullied by void flesh and blood.

If you, a newbie, haven't heard of the formidable reputation of "Deathwing," I can show you the power of "Claws of Destruction." Amidst the roar of the Abyss Warrior, its filthy tentacles were mercilessly torn apart and thrown towards the Black Devouring Dragon behind it.

The wretched demigod fell from the sky as if besieged by a swarm of piranhas, his flesh and blood devoured and his bones torn apart under the ravages of the "black storm," until he finally fell to the ground as nothing but pitiful bones of the abyss.

The roars in the Shasyaar language still echoed, but the Black Devouring Dragons had already charged into its legion and begun to feast.

These crazed dragon-shaped insects are certainly not invincible, but how many sacrifices will the servants of the evil gods have to make to defeat them?
Counterattack!

Let this "fire of divine war" burn into their territory!

Witnessing the Shadow Chasing Insects' "hidden mode" being activated, and witnessing the fierce counterattack erupting right before her eyes, Anvina, who had just been determined, put on an exaggerated "facial expression."

The Sunwell Ghost was truly experiencing a rollercoaster ride; words could hardly describe the complex emotions she felt at that moment.

But one thing is certain: it was excitement.

The excitement of witnessing a comeback victory.

"Great cycle! Eternal great cycle! The first step of supreme evolution! We have completed it! In this sea of ​​darkness, who can stop us from achieving victory?"

At this moment, the supreme tyrant Korvan, standing beside Anvina, seemed to witness a "miracle".

It roared, raising the swarm's battle flag adorned with the bony spikes on its back high as it flapped its elytra.

As the other tyrants listened with delight, the beast king Agamaggan let out a rather displeased roar, tearing apart the terrifying boulder pressing down on its head with its broken scythe claws.

The dust-covered and disheveled beast limped away from the lair, dragging the Overlord, who had nearly been crushed to death. The Blade Queen's reserve, Shakshir, wielding six battle swords, fiercely protected the Overlord, whose body was half-crushed.

The swarm's will, which had just crumbled, was restored once more with the Overmind's gritted teeth and powerful blessing. Ha! Their attempt to decapitate an entire continent by smashing down failed!
Even if only three of the hundreds of thousands of insects that dominated the hive survived.

Even more critically, under the orders of the heavily wounded Overlord, Blade Queen #2 Shakshield has led the Nesting Insects toward the fallen flesh and blood continent.

What a perfect biomass paradise!

The flesh and blood soaked in the evil energy are the best food for larvae. Countless worker bees have already taken action, tearing off the delicious flesh and blood and sending it into the remaining nests to hatch more swarm guardians.

The war is not over yet; what happened just now was merely a halftime break.

But now that your war continent has crashed, how can you laughable fools withstand the brutal revenge of the Shadow Chasers?

Each of the abyssal gates that stood throughout the battlefield led to the territory of an evil god.

Those were "war beacons" leading to enemy territory, allowing the Shadow Chasers to finally ignore the barrier of the Sea of ​​No Light and establish their own "tentacles" on other chaotic continents.

Have you learned the correct way to use 'Black Devourer'?

Diakum's voice echoed in Anvina's ears as the Shadowbugs launched their final counterattack. He spoke to Anvina, who was so excited she could barely speak coherently:
"Neltharion is the 'Dragon of Despair,' which can only be released when the world you are protecting faces a crisis of destruction. However, it can only unleash its full power when combined with a swarm of insects that possess dragon genes and have a numerical advantage."

Anvina, you have passed your graduation exam.

Consider the Black Devourer as my 'graduation gift' to you.

This is its first appearance, and I hope it never spreads its wings of despair across Azeroth.

The vigilant said with relief:
"Thank you for buying me time. You did a great job, my disciple. Now go and rest. Leave the rest of the battlefield to me."

"Uh, it's not that I'm underestimating you."

Anvina squinted and said:
"Those are seven Void Gods. They've laid a trap here to force you to show yourself. Why don't you run? Seriously, there's no shame in running away in this situation."

"Shameful! It's utterly pathetic."

Dick responded:
"But don't worry, I've invited 'friends' to come along. You know, people with friends never fail. Thank you for the 'miracle,' now it's my turn to give you a 'miracle' in return."

The vigilant said this.

He rose from his meditation atop the Sunwell floating island in the material world and grasped the Ashbringer that hovered before him.

This Force artifact, which had undergone a "final upgrade" in the previous battle, was now reduced to a battle-scarred red hilt, but its restrained divine aura resembled that of a master who had achieved great success.

Its weapon panel has also become quite simple:
Weapon Name: Holy Dawn - Ashbringer

Weapon Quality: [Concept] Force Artifact

Weapon Traits: Indestructible, Unbreakable, Forged by the Sun, Heirloom Divine Weapon

Weapon effects:

I. Concepts of Holy Light and Light:
Light up the sun, and usher in the dawn.

Wherever this weapon goes, it is regarded as a land of holy light and blazing sun, protecting all living beings.

II. Concepts: Holy Light and Fire
Burn away the darkness, cleanse the starry river.

Enemies wounded by this weapon are transformed into burning firewood, impervious to all evil and devoid of all wickedness.

III. Concepts: Holy Light / Death / Judgment

The repentance continues, and the judgment never ends.

When the blade of judgment is drawn, when all sins are paid for, all beings will repent, and demons will wail in despair.

hint!

The concept of "trial" is derived from the concept of the Death Force's Pardon, and is a subordinate derivative of it. The standard for the validity of sins that can be tried is the precepts of the weapon holder's path.

Forger: Diakum Zastins, the Avatar of the Sun

Item Description:

[I can't believe it! You definitely got it, this is unfair! Why do I only get this weapon in the finale while you're only halfway through?!]

complaint!

I'm going to report you to the GM for cheating!

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“Those who devote themselves to their faith will naturally receive the blessings of their beliefs. This simple truth is something that a ‘big shot’ like you would never understand.”

Dick's fingers brushed against Ashbringer's "Edgeless Blade".

Wherever his fingertips touched, the radiant light of the sun danced, shaping the blade of his "Sun Blade".

When Ashbringer's edge ignited here, the temperature of the entire Sunwell soared at that moment, as if what Dick held in his hand was truly a divine weapon forged in the core of the sun.

He reached out his hand, and the "Golden Sun" hanging high above the capital city of Lordaeron was also drawn down. It continuously compressed and tumbled, eventually transforming into a golden ball of light that Diakum held in his hand.

This "Anther's Sun Fist," forged from the light of the mortal world, has been charged to its fullest potential. It's time to bring it into his "battleground of the gods," just as he is carrying the expectations of all beings in Azeroth as he steps into the battlefield shaped by the Void Gods.

They wanted to die there!
They would not allow a follower of Anser to interfere with their eclipse plan.

However, Diakum did not think he would die. After all, he had been preparing for so long. Before stepping into the rift leading to the Sea of ​​No Light, he took out the Karazhan-style magic pocket watch one last time.

The last pointer on it is jumping at a slower and slower speed.

It's about to return to its place.

The last "distinguished guest" has arrived.

Then let yourself take the lead role in this "rebellion" that the void has drawn open for you.

As if sensing that Diakum had finally taken the "right step," as if believing that in the light and darkness, the "Child of Light" had finally made the right decision, the Holy Light was unusually active today, even to the point of being "excited."

Dick didn't even need to call out; the thick layers of light shone down on him as if they were free.

Dick's holy power was already linked to the Holy Light Force, and today he could definitely receive "unlimited" light assistance. The golden cherubs surrounding the Vigilant were singing, and they seemed to be receiving blessings in the "exaltation" of the Holy Light.

As the hymns echoed, these five little angels, who were practically useless except for showering each other with compliments, finally "grew up."

Amidst the unwavering blessings of the Lightforged around him, as the Vigilant approached the rift, the golden cherub swelled and grew, eventually transforming into five radiant Seraphim who guarded Diakum.

However, the vigilant person, whose aesthetic sense has gradually been assimilated by Ai-chan and who has become a shameful "appearance-obsessed" person, is not satisfied with this.

"That's not how it works. How can five of you share the same template?"

He extended his finger and touched the heads of the five golden seraphim one by one. "Courage, hope, justice, perseverance, wisdom. Symbols of the beauty of all beings, virtues that protect the Holy Light!"

He gave them real names, and then, in the now unparalleled power of holy light, shaped them in the light into the "Five Archangels of the High Heaven" from his memory, giving them their own unique appearance.

Each one is different, but each one is full of power and divinity.

They possess different armor and battle formations, different wings and weapons, and different combat characteristics and styles. They are the sword and shield bestowed upon Diakum, the "incarnation of the sun," by the Holy Light, and also another extension of the Great Mystery of the Sun, which Anser granted to him in his "high-level paraplegia" state.

Haha, Qin Duanyu, the 50-yuan good brother, is back!
Not only did it return on its own, but it also "lured" its four brothers and sisters back with it.

Five archangels as guards, Lord Diakum, what a grand display!
When will you return to the highest heaven?

This sacred scene was naturally regarded as a "miracle of light" by the light walkers who witnessed it, and the more fervent ones were already kneeling and singing in praise.

Saloras and Aurecis were about to join Diakum on the battlefield when Dick stopped them.

“That’s a crisis you can’t get involved in. If you went, I’d have to protect you. But facing seven Void Gods with murderous intent, I can barely protect myself.”

The vigilant waved his hand and said:

"Stay here. If I return, the Way of Light and Shadow can spread throughout the starry sea; if I do not return, you will each lead your followers of Light and Shadow back to the Holy Light Legion."
Tell Zera!

I left Anther's legacy in Quel'Thalas.

If I cannot ignite the sun, then that is the mission she must undertake. She is Anser's daughter; she cannot refuse, nor can she hesitate.

“But Nelly wants us to protect you.”

With the blade of the Dark Empire in her hand, Saloras revealed this vulnerability in front of outsiders for the first time.

she says:

We are truly worried that you will never return.

“If you are truly dying today, as old Eredar, we must accompany you to the grave.”

Aurelia was so excited that she blurted out something she shouldn't have, which earned her a glare from Diakum, who shook his head and said:

“I will not die. The supreme power of the stars is ready to draw its sword and nock its bow. If I cannot complete this battle that He has been eagerly anticipating, then we will be in real trouble.”

Let's just wait here.

What kind of decisive battle is it to have only seven Void Gods?

It's nothing serious.

He unusually boasted, placing the Judge's helmet that Yrel offered on his head, then pulling up the black and gold hood to cover it. Before stepping into the rift, he glanced at Yrel, whose eyes were bloodshot, and said earnestly:
"From now on, you need to learn to use your brain, okay? Don't use divine storms to replace thinking with your brain when you encounter problems."

"Please don't say that, it sounds more and more like a will, it's too unlucky."

Irelia was on the verge of tears, which made Diakum so angry he wanted to kick her.

"This silly child, can't he say anything nice?"

Amidst those low grumbles, escorted by the fervent battle intent of five archangels and the Lightforged Dawn Overlords descending from the heavens, the Vigilant vanished into the rift leading to the Sea of ​​No Light.

The twins wept, Lyran cried in Eredas's arms, and Marad and Nubodon prayed fervently, hoping the Holy Light would protect their saint.

But what about Nellie?

Where did Archbishop Nellie go?

"buzz"

As Diakum descended into the battlefield above the Sea of ​​Lightless, before the Shadowbugs could even cheer for the arrival of the Lightforger, the seven Void Gods who had been waiting there simultaneously made their move.

The terrifying and immense power of the void erupted and intertwined to form a sealed battlefield; the mere echoes of the aftershocks caused towering black waves to surge in the Sea of ​​No Light.

In that empty battlefield, evil spirits swirled, and minds exploded.

Many eyes were fixed on Diakum, filled with a range of emotions: hatred, regret, scrutiny, and curiosity, but no pity or forgiveness.

No further explanation is needed!

The moment the vigilant is pulled into the battlefield, their body and soul are simultaneously pierced by the great power. The true concept of the void transforms into the sharpest punishment, determined to grind this traitor who interfered with the grand cause of the void to dust.

However, the moment Ashbringer shone, all evil vanished and dawn broke.

What?
So you think you have the power of concepts?

"Anselto sends his greetings to you all! Have you ever been kissed by the sun?"

Diakum, enduring excruciating pain as if his body were being shattered, grimaced and hurled the object he was holding forward with tremendous force.

That solar fist, formed from the light and fire of the mortal world, roared into the darkness, and the golden corona of the star's explosion caused the battlefield woven by the gods to explode violently at this moment.

However, the damage was secondary. After the emitted light and heat were absorbed by Diakum, the holy blade in his hand once again entered the terrifying state of "Burning Blade".

Since this is a real life-or-death battle, let's go all out!

The avatar of the Sun stands here, like a vow to ignite the sun. The other side wants to plunge the stars and the six realms into the despair of a solar eclipse. This idea is too dark! How could you do such a dark thing in front of the Warrior of Light?

Kill!

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"boom"

Nelly slammed her hoof into the owl statue in front of her and shouted loudly for Tyrande, who was living in seclusion there, to come out!
Two Watchers glared at her, but dared not speak out. After all, Archbishop Nelly hadn't come alone to "seek reinforcements"; she was accompanied by the Star Soul's representative.

Aegwynn was still dressed as the Raven Prophet.

However, she looked visibly haggard, after all, she had just assisted the Supreme Star Soul in completing the "incubation" of the Black Erosion World Destroyer, which was no simple task.

But Aegwynn had no time to rest; she and Nellie had come here to give Diakum, who was on a dangerous mission, a helping hand.

Although Dick repeatedly stated that he didn't need it, to onlookers, his confidence seemed a bit too much.

“Come out quickly! The Vigilant has rushed into the Sea of ​​Light. He needs your help. You once promised to go through fire and water for him when he needs it.”

Nari was almost in tears.

But the Archbishop is indeed intelligent. Despite her usual carefree demeanor, she is much more composed than the Gemini when it comes to crucial moments.

Upon realizing that the Void Wars had truly begun, Nelly immediately left the capital of Lordaeron, riding the green dragon princess Myrinthe through the dream realm to Watchtower, where she happened to encounter Aegwynn, who had also come along.

Sure enough, smart women all think alike; they know very well that in Azeroth today, there's really only one person who can truly help the Vigilantes.

At Nelly's call, the owl-shaped lock, which was locked from the inside, spun with a clicking sound, causing the moon emblem to move to the unlocked position.

Then, under the watchful eyes of the two, Tyrande Windwhisperer, dressed in an elven gown, stepped out from among them.

Before Aegwynn could speak, Nightsworn waved his hand and said:
"Lady Elune has given me an oracle, and I know what to do. Rest assured, I will bring the Vigilant back to Azeroth. However, if I fight with all my might, the seal of power that Mother World gave me may be broken."

I am not afraid of death.

This life should have returned to the moon goddess's heaven ten thousand years ago, but now, Lady Elune has given me an even more important mission, and the moon goddess also hopes to see the sun's glory rekindled.

"Therefore, I entrust my seal to you, Lady Aegwynn."

"Yes, you can fight with confidence!"

Aegwynn, clutching the Heart of Azeroth, said in a deep voice:

"I will remotely protect the seal for you, and I will notify you when I reach my limit."

Aren't you going to change your clothes?

Nelly said with a grateful tone:

"Isn't it a bit too casual to just let it go like this?"

"How could the power of the moon goddess be such an inconvenient thing?"

Tyrande looked at Archbishop Nelly, and bathed in the silvery moonlight of "Moonlight Power: Nightsworn Transformation," she whispered:

"Why don't you pray to the moon goddess as you walk the path of life? Lady Nelly, no one has stipulated that the Eredar cannot have their own 'Moon God of War,' right? If your beloved walks the path of the sun of Anser, wouldn't it be perfect for you to embark on the path of the moon of Musa?"

Let us sing praises to the moon.

The people of Eredar will also usher in a future where the sun and moon shine together.
That way, the next time your loved one is in danger, you won't have to rush to break down my door.

Nightsworn glanced at the shattered owl statue and sighed.
"What a pity, I quite liked this door."

(End of this chapter)