Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 530, Chapter 69: The power of the void has been reduced to zero, but is that a problem for the Gluttons? - Bonus Chapter [75]

(Bonus chapter for the "Gelvis" brothers [2/5])
When the massive light-forging ceremony involving thousands of people ended, the holy light surrounding Diakum was finally depleted to the point where it could maintain a balance of light and shadow.

Then he opened his eyes.

What came into view was Nellie and the twins rushing towards him, crying. The three girls held his hands, and another one was hugging him, making the vigilant slightly embarrassed.

Didn't we agree to keep our relationship private?
With so many people around, you three should at least be a little more rational. And you, Lothar! What are you trying to do, holding your wife's hand and giving her that doting auntie smile?
They've turned the Heavenly Gang upside down!

"Could you please not do such dangerous things next time?"

Nelly cried out:
"It's fortunate that this is in Azeroth, where I can find a lesser god like the Nightsworn to help. If this were in Draenor, we would have had to watch your light go out."

That's not entirely true.

Dick was about to explain,
If this had happened on Draenor, it would have been even easier. We could have simply summoned Lord Argus to launch his "Invincible Gundam," which wasn't fully purified but was already ready for testing, into the Sea of ​​Darkness to rescue them.

That process was definitely much easier and simpler than the bound Nightsworn running around huffing and puffing to help.

But seeing the tears in Nellie's eyes, and glancing at the twins who were also looking at him with reproachful eyes, Dick didn't try to explain the necessity of doing so with reason; he simply nodded.

After all, there's nothing in this world that a nod can't express.

He looked up at old Velen beside him, who was deep in thought. The prophet met his gaze, but still had not made a decision.

This is normal.

Old Velen's heart was with all the Eredar, and his status as their spiritual leader did not allow him to make such a personal decision that would seriously disrupt their destiny.

Dick didn't rush him, but gestured with his eyes that the old prophet could think it over carefully before telling him his decision.

"Thank you all for your trouble."

The vigilant sat by the bed, recalling the five archangels, transforming them back into golden cheesies who only knew how to flatter. He then addressed the others:

"Thank you for everything you've done for me."

“We should be the ones saying this, vigilant.”

Losa shook his head and said sincerely:
“At one point we didn’t understand what kind of struggle you were fighting, and we even resented you for having great power but not being willing to get too involved in the mortal world. But after witnessing the ‘war of the gods’ in the Sea of ​​No Light, we now know the pressure you are under.”

That is a feat that we mortals cannot even imagine.

In fact, I should apologize to you now. The internal affairs of the Human Empire have taken up too much of your precious energy. Thank you for everything you have done for us.

Your statue will stand forever in every church of the empire.

Diakum wanted to politely decline such a profound and exaggerated expression of gratitude.

But then he thought about it again. There was a "Supreme Heaven Construction Project" behind him that was waiting for a major infrastructure project. If every building in the Holy Light Territory needed to be built by him with the power of faith, then he really needed to expand the sources of his faith.

In the past, he would only need this thing to cast a divine descent spell, but now it's different. Now, the power of faith is truly very useful to him.

So he nodded, acknowledging this arrangement, and then asked:
"Lordaeron has been captured. When do you plan to hold a coronation ceremony to announce the establishment of the 'Destroyer' Empire? Uh, are you really not considering changing the name?"

Losa looked embarrassed and said with a smirk:

"Indeed, many people are dissatisfied with this name. After some thought, we humans can call ourselves 'Enemy Destroyers' from now on, and the official name of the nation might be 'Sdomka Empire.' As for the coronation date..."

The marshal hesitated for a moment, then said:
"The northern frontier has not yet been recovered. In fact, we have only taken Tirisfal Glades in the entire Kingdom of Lordaeron, and the conflict in the Stratholme region has not ended. I plan to do this after the northern frontier, or even after Kul Tiras is completely liberated."

These things will take at least several months.

"It's really something that can't be rushed. Right now, just deciding where to put the capital is a big problem."

Archbishop Fao sighed and said:

"Perhaps we need to reactivate Stromgarde as the Imperial capital, the only location that all factions can accept, but the fel contamination of Stromgarde is a major problem, and the reconstruction of its city will not be completed in less than several years."

Therefore, Marshal Lothar will have to handle government affairs in Lordaeron for the time being. The good news is that the Stonemasons Brotherhood now has enough time to focus more on repairing Stromgarde.

"Given the current state of humanity, Marshal Lothar will not be able to relax for the next ten years; he is destined to bear pressure that is unimaginable to us."

Viren stroked his beard and said:
"Fortunately, the Holy Light blessed him, and the Lightforged's abundant energy ensured that Marshal Lothar would not fall ill from overwork. However, based on the Eredar's experience during the Second Commonwealth, an efficient administrative team can effectively help alleviate your stress."

"Yes, that's an urgent matter. Thank you for reminding me."

Lothar nodded, then said to Velen:

"Since you are here today, I have discussed with Archbishop Fao that the Holy Light faith is undoubtedly the future state religion of the empire. Therefore, we need to train a large number of excellent priests to fill the various dioceses of the empire."

The Eredar's experience tells us that faith is the best glue for the Empire, so we hope to send some apprentices and officials to the Eredar cities for training and education.

I believe that the ancient wisdom of Argus, and the highly efficient system of governorship that you have used and refined over twenty thousand years, will surely help the human empire quickly get back on track.

"This is a good thing."

The old prophet nodded and said:

“We are happy to help. Archbishop Nelly is our diplomatic ambassador in Azeroth, and she can take full responsibility for these matters. As for the believers, they can simply be sent to the seminary of the Mystic Academy on this floating island.”

Diakum personally taught them, saving the young people the trouble of traveling long distances.

"Gentlemen, these political matters can be discussed later. The Sunwell Floating Island needs to set sail."

Ms. Vera spoke up at the opportune moment:

"Just now, we made contact with the Quel'Thalas court, and His Majesty Kael'thas was indeed troubled by some strange illusions. Moreover, the return of the Sunwell to Quel'Thalas will help adjust the rapidly thinning magical environment there."

So, we have to leave.

"Please take the wounded with you."

Losa said seriously:

"The environment in Tirisfal is very unstable right now. We have transferred some of the lightly wounded to Grand Duke Mograine's Ashblade Abbey, but the seriously wounded cannot stay here."

I hope to settle them in the more stable Quel'Thalas. Brigadier General Daenerys will be in charge of their care and, incidentally, deliver the letter of credence from the 'Sdomkar Empire' to the Sun King.

"As it should be."

Dick nodded and said:
"I won't disturb your continued command here, Lothar, but please remember to let me know if needed. Also, Archbishop Faol."

"Ok?"

Somewhat weary, old Fao looked up and heard Diakum say earnestly to him:

"Please personally coordinate the Cenarion Order's actions within the Empire, as well as the faith affairs of the Church of the Moon. I cannot tell you too many of the mysteries of the gods, but please remember that the followers of the Moon and the practitioners of life are the most steadfast allies of the Holy Light."

We can trust them at any time!

The interplay of the sun and moon symbolizes the truth of the cosmos, which is also the direction we have been striving for.

If time permits in the future, we can have a serious discussion about the symbolic representation of the Holy Light and the Sun, as this is a very important religious topic.

Archbishop Fao was taken aback.

He then recalled the strange phenomena that occurred during the battle in Lordaeron, especially the "miracle" of a golden sun hanging high in the sky that everyone had witnessed. Combined with what Saint Diakum had emphasized, it was impossible for him, as a believer, not to think about it.

However, this wouldn't allow me to offer any doctrinal insights, so I could only nod in agreement.

An hour later, the Sunwell floating island, which had received the seriously wounded from various races, entered the teleportation spell. In the golden sunlight, the high-hanging floating city disappeared into the sky of Tirisfal Glades in a dancing arc of light.

Prince Drake, leaning on his sword on the ground, waved his hand with a sigh.

His sister was on the island, about to begin her long academic journey as a student of the "Mystic Academy," while beside Drake, Dalene, dressed as a pirate, was drunkenly waving.

Although he refused to acknowledge that the "softie" beside him was his good son, he still adored the cute, well-behaved, and promising Jaina.

No wonder he's Lao Tzu's son!
Look at how amazing that child's talent is! Five or six demigods are teaching her together; she's bound to have a bright future.

"Does he really have a wife in Stormwind?"

The old sailor chewed on an orange, put his arm around Drake's shoulder, and said in a lewd tone, as if saying "good buddies":
"Tell me about my wife, isn't she beautiful?"

"That's my mother! Show her some respect!"

Drake glared at the old sailor beside him, but then he remembered that this guy was his "father," or at least half a father, and the prince was immediately at a loss.

He covered his eyes with his hand, looking quite melancholy, and sighed, saying:
"I don't know if my mother is pretty in your eyes, but not long ago you were discussing having a fourth child, so I guess there must be true love between you."

Oh, by the way, speaking of which, you have a romantic entanglement in Quel'Thalas, don't you remember?

You have an elven lover and a half-elven daughter; theoretically, Fina is the eldest daughter in the family.

"An elven lover? And she even gave birth to my daughter?"

The old sailor's eyes widened, then a visible smugness and pride spread across his face. He casually tossed the orange aside, put his hands on his hips, and shouted:

"Ha, I'm fucking awesome! Oh no! Why didn't you tell me about the elven lover sooner? If I had known, I would have gone to Quel'Thalas with that island. Look at this place now, it's in chaos and we won't be able to get through anytime soon."

Forget it.

I'll go to Stormwind to see my wife in a few days first.

"What about Kul Tiras? When do you plan to go back and deal with the matters of Kul Tiras?"

Drake stared at his unreliable but incredibly capable father.

He even felt that because the "King" part had been separated, the more pure "General" Dale was even more powerful than before, and his warrior talent had been further explored.

Ms. Vera said this was normal, but Drake felt it was very abnormal.

"Kul Tiras."

Faced with Drake's question, the old sailor Dalyn hesitated for a moment before saying:
“I don’t like that place, even though I always hear about it, but can you understand, Drake? I don’t want to go there. Even though I am indeed ‘part’ of your dad, I have my own personality and preferences.”

So, why don't we leave Kul Tiras to you to handle?

Should I continue living the good life that old sea lions should live on the endless sea with my ship and my crew?

"You son of a bitch!"

Drake was really angry.

He grabbed the old sailor by the collar and roared at him:

“You are the King of Kul Tiras! How can you abandon your duties to your country and be content to be a privateer captain? And what about Tanreid! Do you know that your youngest son has been taken by the Old God?”

“I know, that’s why I will help you get that child back.”

Sailor Dale shrugged nonchalantly and said:

"This is all I can do for you. I could even be a combat captain in your fleet, but please understand, child, the life I'm living now is the life I should be living."

Don't bother me with kings or anything like that!
If you want to be king, you can go do it yourself! By the way, Lothar founded the Empire, and Kul Tiras is an overseas province of the Empire.

You can't be king anymore; at most, you'll be a governor or duke.

The father and son stared at each other for a moment, then a cold voice sounded from the side:
“Daelin and Lord Drake, have you had enough? If you still intend to rescue Tanred, then perhaps we should get back to normal procedures now.”

"Ok?"

The father and son turned around at the same time and saw two figures emerging from the deep shadows beside them.

Leading the group was a hooded Kaldorei man, followed by a Sin'dorei woman. General Staghelm, who had just returned from the battlefield of the gods, appeared somewhat weary.

He said in a hoarse voice:

“The Void spying and intelligence gathering on Kul Tiras will be taken over by the Shadowwalkers. We need two people to provide ships and capable personnel. It would be best if one of you stayed with us for a long time.”

"Let me do it."

Drake volunteered:

“I swore to my sister that I would rescue my brother. I will hand over the command of my First Fleet to my father. He is the most outstanding naval commander in the Eastern Continent and even in the world.”

"is it?"

General Staghelm looked up and down at the rather unreliable old sailor, Dalyne, who was dressed in "pirate attire," and said:

"I have serious doubts about this, but let's get started."

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"The Holy Power is recovering too quickly. If this continues, I will fall into a state of imbalance between light and shadow before the night is over."

In the dean's office of the Arcane Academy on the Sunwell floating island, Diakum frowned as he examined his situation. The character card clearly indicated that "Void Power has been reduced to zero!" signifying the seriousness of the problem.

Power is a very mysterious concept of authority.

It is complex but does not represent power. Rather, it is a collective term for all the enhancements, rewards, and prestige that Force practitioners receive from their respective Forces, beyond their actual power.

It can be simply understood as "authority" within the Force system.

For example, Diakum is clearly the "leader of the people of light" in the Holy Light Force, an exaggerated title that gives him an extremely high reputation among all the Holy Light forces.

Even in unfamiliar worlds they've never been before, as long as there are believers of the Holy Light there, they will feel reverence and worship for Diakum the moment they see him.

This is the most direct manifestation of the power of the Force.

The same applies to the Void Path. Although Diakum's power in the Sea of ​​No Light was not exaggerated, it was still among the highest levels of power that a demigod could obtain. This allowed him to freely enter the Sea of ​​No Light and summon or repel Void creatures that did not belong to his faction.

The current "betrayal" that led to the fall of seven Void Lesser Gods has directly turned Diakum's reputation in the Void into "hatred."

Being unable to enter the Sea of ​​No Light is secondary.

The Void no longer favors him, even affecting the speed at which he acquires Void Entropy Energy. Coupled with the Holy Light's summoning of him in this place, the balance of Dick's twin light and shadow is already in jeopardy.

If this continues, he will shift from the balance between the two fundamental forces towards the "Oath of Pure Light" side.

"boom"

Just as Diakum was pondering, the office door opened, and Saloras walked in, wielding the Dark Empire's Blade. She said to Diakum:
“Xalatas is currently inside this weapon. Would you like to take some time to interrogate her?”

The vigilant's gaze fell upon the chilling dagger.

He narrowed his eyes and made a decision after a moment's hesitation.

He took the dagger and said:
"Perhaps we can take a more direct approach than interrogation. If the Void insists on blocking my access to entropy energy, then there is only one last way. Perhaps the 'Void Pioneers' will always be attracted to each other."

"Do you want to devour her?"

Saloras blinked and said:
"Using the characteristics of the Devourer of All Realms, it can obtain a large amount of entropy energy at once by devouring other void creatures?"
That does sound like a good idea, but I guess the fact that you've been hesitant to use this method suggests it must have some hidden risks, right?

“Yes, I am not a pure void creature like Dimensius. I must take into account the issue of ‘compatibility’ when absorbing other energies.”

As the vigilant entered his void form, he explained:

"I will carefully choose each object I devour, and I must ensure that their power will not interfere with my manipulation of the shadows. Now that the concept of power is clear, I can no longer 'eat things indiscriminately'."

I don't have the appetite of Dimensius, who can 'digest everything'.

If you're not pure enough, you can't reach the end.

But you're wrong, Saloras.

I will not 'devour' Xalatas; she is my 'comrade.' Born in Anser, she was destined to dedicate her power to the rekindling of the sun god. In fact, I have been pondering a question."

He looked up and said:

"Do you think that the Naaru who have completely turned to darkness, those Naaru who have fallen into the Void Entropy, still have any chance of returning to the light?"

"Probably, no?"

Saloras frowned and said:
"His Majesty Kara once fell into darkness, and she herself said that once she crossed that dark line of depravity, she would be forever plunged into darkness, with no possibility of ever returning to the light."

That's the person's own account.

"But at that time we didn't know the truth about solar eclipses."

Dick said:
"Therefore, I actually have my own understanding of the answer to this question, so..."

He raised the blade of the Dark Empire before his eyes, and amidst Xalatas's screams, the Devourer of All Realms activated its gluttonous devouring, greedily absorbing the dark entropy energy belonging to Xalatas.

In that satisfied whimper of eating, he said in Shasyar:
“Let’s do an ‘experiment’, Lightforged Xalatas. Sounds very challenging.”

(End of this chapter)