Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 545, Section 6. Kurul's Disappointment: Why didn't the Holy Light Butcher appear in Mardun and slaughter everyone?

Mardon, the Demon Star.

A shattered world, a prison that once held demons has now become a holy site for them.

This is not a naturally formed world, but an isolated place sculpted by the Titans with their immense power.

After Sargeras shattered Mardun and unleashed the first Legion demons, this place was quickly corrupted by fel energy. As the demons dragged it to the edge of the Twisting Nether, it became a familiar place for every Legion demon.

Most of the Burning Legion's invasions of the material world begin here, because Mardum has a magical property: its spatial structure can lead to any place in the entire material star system.

Before the Burning Legion created its fel fleet, it relied on this place to launch devastating attacks time and time again.

Although the demons have now adapted to following the fleet, Marton's "heat" remains undiminished, since no matter how many fleets there are, it is not enough to cover every sector of the star sea.

There are many portals on Mardon, through which demons can travel to any part of the Starsea.

However, recently, the number of demonic forces traveling to and from Mardon has decreased significantly, as the Legion Forge, which stands in the central lava mountains, occupies a precious place in this crowded world.

That was the order of the Sculptor Sachil.

The demons didn't bother to think about the deeper meaning behind the order; they only knew that the mighty Sachil was going to lead them to attack the toughest nut to crack in the star sea.

Azeroth!

That "land of destiny" where the legion suffered two defeats.

Too many demons' lives had been swallowed up there, and even the mighty destroyer Manonos had perished there. The distorted void was no longer filled with Manonos's scorching roars, which both surprised and delighted the demons.

Well, given the Abyss Lords' brutal style, they're destined not to have many friends in the Legion.

Although demons love destruction, they also have intelligence and their own preferences. They also have emotions and desires, although these emotions are often distorted into a fanaticism for chaos, destruction, and annihilation.

There's nothing we can do about it.

Demons are born from fel energy, and destroying something is their "main mission" that they cannot give up.

A tremendous roar echoed day and night from the foundry in the lava mountains. The hum of the fel engines was enough to annoy and displease the demons, while thousands of Gan'er'g demon engineers were building the enormous and terrifying thing according to their instructions.

Heavy, mountain-like fel-powered mechs trod across the devastating plains and rifts of Mardon. These colossal destroyers, some tens or even hundreds of meters tall, were the culmination of the Burning Legion's "conventional weaponry," and the demon lords would only unleash them when faced with the most challenging worlds.

This thing can easily crush most demons; only the Abyss Lords tirelessly provoke it and enjoy competing in brute force with that steel creation.

But even the most insane abyss lord would not go to the lava mountains to provoke the "Garosi World Destroyer" who guards the foundry there.

That thing looks like an upgraded version of the fel mech, but in reality, the two are not even on the same level.

Ever since that terrifying thing was created by the Apocalyptic engineer Kingaros, every world it was deployed to has inevitably suffered utter destruction.

This thing is so destructive that even the demons think the Garosie Destroyer is somewhat "redundant".

After all, if this giant steel behemoth destroys the world, what's the point of having us demons?
Therefore, after provoking public outrage and even forcing the Conquerors to intervene, Kingaros is pursuing the "miniaturization" of his most prized Garrosh World Destroyer, transforming it from a "strategic weapon" into an enhanced version of the Fel Reaver that can be routinely deployed by the Legion.

The Apocalypse engineers had no objection to this.

It doesn't care that its prized creation is criticized or hated by the demons.

It doesn't have such complex emotions.

This Antarn, a great demon born from the Twisting Nether, devoted everything to the pursuit of "destruction." It was obsessed with creating tools of slaughter, yet it never personally destroyed a single world.

This led many demons to secretly mock the powerful Kingaros, but even the boldest among them dared not utter a single word of it in front of those fel-powered mechs.

All of the Burning Legion's destructive machinery, from the lowest-level fel cannons to fel starships and the Garrosh World Destroyer, were designed and built by King Garrosh and his apprentices of destruction.

Considering that these things have been infused with some violent demonic souls to varying degrees, it's quite normal for a foul-mouthed demon who likes to talk behind people's backs to explode when controlling the fel cannon, right?

"Kurul! You disgraceful thing, the Apocalypse Engineer Kingaros tells you to go to the Fel Forge in three hours. Ha, you're in luck, kid."

In a demon fortress on the edge of Mardon, the "Demon King" Kazroga spoke harshly to the despairing Kurul.

The latter had just been resurrected in the Burning Throne of Argus a few days ago, and then was kicked to Mardun to participate in a new conquest. Because he lost too humiliatingly in Stromgarde, Krull was not only stripped of all his power and completely lost his dominion over the demons of Ereduin, but even his beloved title of "Demon King" was taken away by this guy in front of him.

Kazroga is also a "veteran" doomsday lord.

Back then, this guy also served the Bronze Titan Sargeras alongside Kazzak and was one of the leaders of the guards protecting Mardun Prison. When Kazzak was still alive, Kaz'roga and Krull were his lieutenants. After Kazzak died, Krull seized the leadership position first.

This made the two Doomsday Lords, whose strengths were roughly equal, very hostile to each other.

However, Kurul was not so lucky.

Its pathetic defeat has become synonymous with "cowardice" in the Twisted Void, and "devilish jokes" about it are spreading like wildfire, especially its requirement for the Vigilant to sign a written agreement before daring to continue fighting, which has completely eroded its prestige.

Now even the lowest-ranking demon guard dares to mock it.

If Kurul retaliates, the situation will become even more uncontrollable, since neither Kurul nor the lowest-ranking demon guard can be defeated in a single strike by the Vigilant.

Since the Holy Light Butcher needs one strike to kill you and one strike to kill me, what the hell are you doing, you coward, pretending to be my mother?

In short, Kurul had a very frustrating time. A once-powerful doomsday lord was living a muddled life, spending his days drowning his sorrows in the succubus tavern in Mardon, as if he had lost his glory.

Today, its "good days," or rather, its bad days, have come to an end.

Kazloga sat on the throne symbolizing the leader of Ereduin, this ochre-colored lord of the apocalypse slapping the armrest and loudly mocking:

"I've heard that the madman Kingaros is currently researching the horrible idea of ​​replacing the weak demon flesh with tempered magic steel, which requires the participation of some powerful but not so important high-ranking demons."

do you know?

When I heard the news, you were the first person I thought of, Kurul.

You shameful piece of trash!

You have ruined our tradition of bravery and fighting spirit in Ereduin. Just because the Watcher has appeared in front of you, you no longer have the courage to fight?
Also draw up a written agreement
I'm so ashamed to even talk about this, get out of here!
Pack your things, and it would be best to write a will, then go and wait in Kingaros's lab!

I hope it rips your soul out and stuffs it into the Garrosi World Destroyer's slaughter cannon; at least that way you'll regain some of your belligerent courage.

"you"

Being humiliated in front of so many doom lords, even though Kurul had been having a terrible time lately, he couldn't help but want to fight back.

But Kazloga was just waiting for this opportunity.

Its evil eyes gleamed with a wicked light, waiting for Kurul to retaliate and be beaten to the ground, thus demonstrating its power and majesty.

When a demon clan changes its leader, it puts on a show like this. Demons don't like elaborate schemes or playing dumb to take advantage of others; they prefer simple and brutal humiliation.

Kazroga's malicious intentions were noticed by Kurul, and the dejected Doomsday Lord decisively abandoned his plan to provoke him.

Although it doesn't have many brains, it does have some.

It's no wonder that Kazzak valued it so much in the past; it wouldn't willingly become a stepping stone for that bastard Kazloga in its current weak state.

So, he could only turn and leave amidst the mocking laughter of a group of doomsday lords.

Kurul wasn't afraid of Kingaros asking him to do experiments.

It even had some expectations.

Demons are not afraid of pain; they enjoy pain as much as they enjoy destruction. Even if they die, it doesn't matter, since they can be resurrected by lottery. They might as well experience the craftsmanship of the Apocalypse Engineers and maybe they will become stronger and turn misfortune into blessing.

As Kazzak previously commented, the demons walk the path of the Legion but do not understand Sargeras' true desires, making it increasingly difficult for them to increase their power as their rank rises, leaving them only able to rely on the infusion of powerful fel energy.

But the problem is that this thing also has its limits.

If one cannot truly harness the power for oneself, then becoming a demigod is the ultimate goal that most demons can reach in their lifetime. Of course, even in the entire galaxy, a demigod is not considered weak.

But Kurul was unwilling to accept it.

It has witnessed true power.

When it followed the Titans, it witnessed the glory of the true god of the universe. That was a divinely bestowed power that was not to be coveted. So, if one day it could become a second-tier lesser god below the true god, then it would not have lived in vain.

Unfortunately, given its current state, it's highly unlikely to make any further progress.

On his way to the Lava Mountain Forge, Kurul overheard several patrolling demon guards whispering among themselves. "Is that it? That 'Disgrace' Kurul?"

"Yes! That's it. There are already few black Doom Lords, and there's only one this big. It's so embarrassing! A demigod was so scared by the Holy Light Butcher that he didn't dare to fight, and ended up being killed by a mortal."

"By Sargeras, that's really embarrassing! Even if the Butcher of the Light is terrifying, at worst he'll just die."

"Who can argue with that? Killing and being killed is the path of our Legion. I've heard that because of Kurul's cowardice, even the fel energy no longer blesses it."

Live it!

"What a disgraceful piece of trash."

"Exactly! How powerful was Lord Kazzak back then? Before the Conquerors and Shaper came, Lord Kazzak was the leader of the legions. How come his subordinates are all cowards?"

"Uh, you'd better not mention Kazzak either. Don't ask why, just don't mention him. We're all fighting brothers from the same demon planet, I won't hurt you."

The whispers of the two demon guards made Kurul clench his claws.

He could rush over and crush those two idiots right now, but what would be the point?

Rumors are like a plague; even if you kill the infected, you can't eradicate the source of the plague. I don't know which bastard spread these rumors, but now even the wild demons in the Twisted Void are commenting on them.

Kurul felt that something was off about this!
After all, no other demons were forcefully watching him fight in Stromgarde, so logically, such an embarrassing incident shouldn't have been known to so many demons. Surely it couldn't have been spread by those two scorched hounds?
But what's done is done, so let it be.

I curse you all!

As Kurul stepped into the lava forge, he couldn't help but mentally rant:
"Damn it, when the Holy Light Butcher isn't around, everyone can go toe-to-toe with Diakum, right? So many demons run away from the Vigilantes, so why am I the coward? The public opinion environment in this Twisting Nether is absolutely rotten!"

Nobody cares about the truth; they're only interested in venting their emotions.

Those bastards just want to see me make a fool of myself and then kick me a couple of times to satisfy their dark desires.

Dry!
Why doesn't that damned Lightbringer land in Mardum now and wipe out all the demons here?

"I'd like to see how many of these millions of elite demons can actually put up a fight when facing Diakum!"

"you sure?"

A faint voice was asking, as if trying to determine whether Kurul's "wish" was serious.
Kurul, who was in a state of self-pity at that moment, didn't react immediately and casually replied:

"Of course, I'm sure! I hope the vigilant will wait a second! Who's speaking?"

The first half of the sentence was in the tone of "I'm tired, let's destroy it," but the second half suddenly made me wake up.

Even though their reputation is gone, their strength remains, making them far more wary than other demons.

Kurul had already drawn his Doomsday Blade, but the next second a terrifying possibility occurred to him, and he hurriedly raised his head and shouted:

"No, I was just joking! Don't."

"Too late! The wish has already been made, how can I not grant the little expectation of a poor demon? Look up!"

The familiar voice that made Kurul tremble responded with a laugh, causing the Doom Lord to rush out of the foundry, raise his head, and stare wide-eyed at the gloomy fel-powered sky of Mardon.

Then, it saw that ray of light fall from the sky like a golden meteorite.

The good news is that the pure, sun-like energy stream was not from the Vigilant; the bad news is that it was the Vigilant's "Sun Fist" thrown to the ground.

The vigilant himself followed closely behind!

Under the terrified gaze of Kurul's trembling wings, the Sun Fist erupted below the horizon at the edge of his vision, a golden mushroom cloud soaring into the sky. The entire Mardon trembled under this attack, and the scorching storm, mixed with the ash clouds that erupted after countless demons were burned, rushed in all directions.

In the ruins where an entire demon fortress had been razed to the ground, Diakum stretched his neck and strode out of the crater, carrying Ashbringer and Kazzak's Soul Staff.

Behind him, a golden sun, lifted up by five golden cherubs, continued to rise until it replaced Mardon's fel-powered sky, completely illuminating this demon world that had existed for an unknown period of time.

Countless demons roared in terror, their cries mingled with the abyss lords' defiant fighting spirit.

Diakum stretched out his hand, and five rainbow-fee little angels in the golden corona were elevated to archangels in the highest heaven. They flapped their wings of light like punches of holy light, charging into the surging horde of demons ahead of the vigilant.

This is the Twisted Void!
This is the territory of fel energy, the holy land of demons. The Holy Light Butcher has dared to invade the demons' home turf.

That bastard is provoking the entire Marton!
Brothers, let's charge forward side by side!

“Look, they really think I came alone.”

Dick grinned, and the Soul-Binding Staff in his hand slammed out, landing with a whooshing sound like a meteorite. The deafening roar as it shattered the Demon Steel City Wall made the Dawn Overlord Kazzak roar as he stood up.

Holding the Spear of Destruction, Kazzak looked at the world before him with a nostalgic gaze, a world that, like himself, had experienced too much.

In the beginning, this was Titan's prison, and I was a jailer.

The demon is inside, and I am outside.

Later, Mardum became the Demon Star and followed Lord Sargeras to embrace fel energy.

Demons roam the planetary seas, and I am one of them.

Now, he has become the vanguard of the Holy Light's war, a path he has chosen, and once again he has returned to his destined Mardun.

I am here, and the devil is right in front of me.

"Prison of Order, Mardon! Your warden is back!"

Kazzak felt that the Holy Light was particularly active today, so following the complex surge of emotion in his heart, he swung the Spear of Destruction as his wings of light flapped, annihilating all the demons that dared to approach him.

Amidst the wailing of those demons, it seemed to have regained its former feel.

Yeah.

This is what Ereduin should do; we are born to be at odds with demons!

As Diakum watched the furious roar of Kazzak, he became increasingly satisfied with his Lightforged Dawn Overlord. Kazzak was indeed a typical example of a "prodigal son returning home."

Hopefully, the other Ereduin will be as reasonable and understanding as it is.

"buzz"

Ragnaros, the Lord of Light, also transformed into a golden sunburst in response to the Vigilant's call, bursting forth with brilliance upon the earth before him.

Just like a signal.

As Dick looked up, the gleaming Exodar pierced the border between the material world and the Twisting Nether, entering this demonic land. The Illidari hunting ships followed closely behind, followed by the Voidlings' node ships, the Aldach's modified warships, and the strange starships of the rebels.

They sailed through the demonic Nexus world, bathed in the golden light of the blazing sun. They saw the starships closing in and prepared to board them without fear.

Bathed in this golden sunlight, we fight, radiating holy light.

Let Marton burn!

"Hahaha, the Star Hunter is back."

Deep within the lava mountains of Mardon, in a cave undetectable by any probe, the victim Ottoris, being tortured and interrogated by the servants of the traitor, suddenly looked up.

The demon hunter, whose body had been almost half ripped out, let out a hearty laugh.

As the traitors rallied in slight panic, he shouted:

"The Holy Light Butcher is here too. You thought you had set a trap, you fools! You've fallen into a trap. Now fight for your lives."

I.
I'll be waiting for you in hell, and I'll slaughter you there!

The leader of the traitors, Queen Kalia Felhun of the Fel Warband, stepped forward, wielding a pair of exaggerated and ferocious battle blades, and bowed slightly to Alturis.

Then, the battle blade was raised.

Amidst the splattering blood, darkness enveloped the already blinded eyes of the victims.

Eternal death has arrived.

This life was offered as a sacrifice to start the war, his weathered soul swallowed by the thirsty blade, thus announcing the beginning of a war.

(End of this chapter)