Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 546, Section 7: A kind-hearted demon like you is a rare sight these days. Come on, feast! It's on me!
"boom"

Kurul kicked open the gate to the core area of ​​the Lava Forge, and the great demon, dragging the Doomsday Blade, charged in, shouting at the hideous figure on the forging platform at the top:
"Lord Kinggarus, the Butcher of the Light has invaded Mardum with the Illidari! Quickly send your Fel Reavers to meet them; ordinary demons are no match for them! Also send out Garrosh the Destroyer and let it utterly destroy that region."

"bang"

The heavy, massive magic-forged hammer struck the body of the same precision weapon, and the terrifying Antarn demon craftsman seemed not to have heard Kurul's warning.

It focused on its task: to prepare a weapon for the army of blacksmiths that could destroy Azeroth.

Apocalyptic bomb capable of destroying the entire Supreme Star Soul from the Earth's core. Sachil had extremely demanding requirements for this weapon, even requiring that its explosion must be able to shake the Force frontier.

The Apocalypse Engineer didn't know why the Sculptor's requirements for destruction were so demanding, but it was happy to challenge the limits of its craftsmanship in this matter.

This colossal demon, which had cut off its lower body to better forge itself and merged itself with the forging table, had no intention of letting the chaos outside affect its progress.

The Apocalypse engineers didn't even bother to heed Kurul's warning.

But soon, in its forging workshop, ferocious and powerful magic-powered mechs were activated in formation after formation.

These weapons were originally prepared for an invasion of Azeroth. Now that the vanguard of Azeroth has invaded Mardum, it's a good opportunity to test the strength of the Azerothian resistance.

Kurul dared not disturb Kingaros any further.

Everyone knows that this demon, obsessed with destroying technology, is a madman. He only obeys the orders of the High Demon Lord and was personally recruited by Lord Kil'jaeden, making him the Conqueror's absolute confidant.

Other demons that provoke it are thrown into the forge and processed into strange things, which the conqueror doesn't bother with. Instead, he personally punishes those fools who dare to disturb the engineers of the Apocalypse.

The Burning Legion's war system has been able to operate to its current exaggerated extent thanks in no small part to the destructive power contributed by Kinggarus.

Kurul led the magic-powered mechs out of the lava mountains. Instead of trying to rescue the world's edge, which was falling, Kurul gathered the demons in the vicinity to hold a few positions.

Although Marton is a broken planet, its area is not as large as that of the real world. As long as a few strategic points are held, the safety of the forge can be guaranteed.

The demons just need to hold the line here!
Given Marton's unique nature, demons from other worlds will soon come to his aid.

The Burning Legion has an overwhelming numerical advantage. Even if the demons line up and let Diakum kill them, and exhaust the Lightbringer to death, he still can't kill all the demons on his own.

"Don't recklessly challenge him!"

In Mardon's legion communicator, Kurul's roar echoed in the ears of the legion lords. This great demon, who was ridiculed as a "coward" and a "disgrace," displayed quite a good leadership style at this moment.

It roared:
"Hold your ground firmly and buy time! Don't rush into open battle; the invaders are too few to break through Marton's defenses."

Delay time!
We'll win if we drag the demons from other worlds to our aid!

I'll emphasize again, don't challenge Diakum Zastins recklessly; you are no match for him.

“Shut up, Kurul, this is not your place to give orders, you loser.”

Kazloga's voice then rang out.

It quickly took over Kurul's communications, but without losing its senses, it shouted:
"Everyone, do as that idiot suggests!"

This shows the difference between Ereduin demons and primal demons. The demons born in the Twisting Nether are notoriously bad at thinking; their brains, filled with destructive lust, have no room left for intelligence.

However, it's no wonder that Doom Lord remains a very important force in the Burning Legion's command structure today, given that Ereduin, who was once a Titan servant, was able to maintain his sanity after embracing fel energy.

"See that? The Burning Legion is supported by these guys. Without them, the Legion would be a bunch of interstellar bandits, but with them, the demons can conquer the entire star system."

At the landing point, Diakum listened to the roars echoing from the Legion's communicators and said to the twins behind him:

"This Kurul is the 'potential' I selected for you. I even let him go in Stromgarde so that you could accomplish this feat by your own hands."

"This guy is also quite famous in the Holy Light Legion."

Saloras brushed her long, curly hair aside and said:

"It is indeed a very powerful demon commander. If Auress can bring it into the realm of holy light, it means that we have a practical way to cure 'Ereduin's Corruption'."

But these demons possess an unwavering will to destroy, and since they haven't undergone the same mental journey as Kazzak, they probably won't submit so easily.

"No, it's been having a terrible time lately, and it's on the verge of a mental breakdown."

Diakum said in a subtle tone:

"The Twin Walkers have extensive connections within the Astral Consortium, which is renowned as an intelligence hub. When a 'public opinion storm' against Kurul escalates to an uncontrollable degree, even the most steadfast demon lords will give up."

In fact, I heard Kurul's despondency and discontent when I arrived in Marton.

This is a point of entry into the heart.

"what?"

Aurecis's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at her superior and lover, exclaiming in surprise:

"You, a saint of holy light, actually went to personally smear the reputation of the great demon? Isn't that a bit...?"

"no need to worry."

Diakum summoned shadows to drape themselves in black, and as he drew the Twilight Hammer, he said:

"I made these arrangements in the void form, without allowing my holy light to be tainted. This is the beauty of the twin light and shadow; we can act with a more 'realistic' attitude without worrying about spiritual condemnation."

With the lights off, you can't see the dirt on your hands.

Go ahead.

Let the lost Kurul follow in the footsteps of the Dawn Overlord and embark on its own path, to restore the lost glory of Ereduin, and incidentally command the Lightforged to cooperate with the Illidari in attacking the core of Mardun.

We must get that 'Sagrit Keystone'!

"Yes."

Gemini accepted the order and turned to leave without hesitation.

After making a cool entrance, Diakum did not break through the demon defenses as an invader, but instead remained on the edge of this world that had been cleared out.

He swung the Twilight Hammer behind him with a mighty slash, and a massive void rift opened up like a gate to an abyss.

As the deep, resonant sound of the holy bells echoed, the terrifying body of the Beast Agamaggan stomped across the ground and entered this fel-filled land. The fel-filled environment in the Twisted Nether made the Beast very uncomfortable, but the blood-red hatred in its compound eyes and the dragon fire constantly spewing from its nostrils represented its current emotions.

A key reason why Agamaggan accepted Diakum's call was that it felt pain, anger, and despair over its tragic experiences over the past ten thousand years.

It stripped away the last vestige of beauty from its heart, transforming itself into a destructive beast of the Shadow Chaser swarm, all for this very moment.

It wants to make the demons that enslave it feel fear, despair, and pain.

The enormous king beast, carrying thousands of elite insect eggs, stepped into the ruins of Mardon Star. The worker bees surrounding it immediately began to lay down fungal carpets and build nests. The precious insect eggs were continuously unloaded, and a batch of elite combat insects that had already hatched at their previous landing site were crossing the abyss gate to arrive at the battlefield.

The Queen of Blades, accompanied by Stormbreaker and Tyrant Sovereign, came to pay homage to the Lightforged. Diakum pointed to the entire shattered planet behind him and said in the sinister Shas'ar language:

“There are millions of demons here, and more will flood in after a while. I don’t know how much biomass you will need to rebuild the Shadowswarm, but I guess as long as you can tolerate the sulfurous smell of demon flesh, you can get everything you want here.”

"The flesh and blood of a demon. Disgusting."

The Supreme Tyrant commented disdainfully:

"However, biomass is biomass. There is no need to worry about the Swarm's appetite, great Lightforger. The Swarm's perfect adaptability will allow the newly born warriors to adapt to fighting in the Twisting Nether environment."

"You, the supreme one, will witness the demon's defeat."

"That happened later."

The Queen of Blades waved her claws and said loudly:

"The most urgent task is to collect biomass and hatch all twelve Tyrants and Swarm Governors, so that the Overmind can be reborn in this shattered land. When the will of the Swarm shines again, the Twisting Nether will become our hunting ground."

"For the Great Cycle!"

The Storm Lord's words were concise and to the point.

It drew its demonic blade, Apocalypse, and with a roar of its malevolent blade, it lunged at the Lightforged, then charged forward onto the battlefield with a swarm of warrior insects and a large number of worker bees. The Supreme Tyrant, with the remaining warrior insects, followed Agamaggan, who had already begun his charge, towards the other side.

Wang Shou was very familiar with this place in his hazy memories.

It has come here countless times, and set off from here countless times to destroy worlds that have no grudge against it.

Agamaggan might not be able to blame the demons for its mistakes, but considering it's now a Voidlord, how could it possibly reason with demons?

Old Pig, I want the demon to die!
This was perhaps the only desire in Agamaggan's mind at that moment.

“You will lead Anub'arak to aid the Illidari. The Sagrit Keystone is hidden beneath the land of Mardun, and the Third Lord Beast's power to split mountains and shatter rocks can be of assistance. Beware of those Arannas demons; legend has it that their threads can sever fate.”

Diakum gave the Queen of Blades an order.

He would stay here to protect the insect hive that was being built, and the Dream Eater Tyrant was also left here, which was enough to put the Queen of Blades at ease. She flew up and landed on the head of the Third Overlord, Anub'arak.

As "Xiaoqiang's" claws struck the ground, the enormous beast burrowed into the earth as if by magic.

That's an upgraded concept of the Crypt Lord's signature "Earthwalking" technique, a new power derived from the Swarm's absorption of the Earth Guardian's mysteries.

As the worker bees diligently dug and laid the fungal carpet, the Overlord's black egg had been sent underground to await hatching, while Diakum looked up, admiring the "starship battle" under the golden sun overhead.

Their fleet was smaller, far less numerous than the demon fleet, but Illidan had already led his demon hunters in an inside attack on the demon fleet while the Oddachi were clearing a path through their boarding maneuvers.

The two fleets hurled destructive beams at each other in the shattered sky of Mardon, while the Exodar, commanded by a Naaru, shone brightly.

Not only did it roar with the regular secondary cannons of the Holy Light Arbiter, but the "Lightning Storm" technology, which was added after reverse engineering from Titan Technology, was also extremely effective in aerial combat. Dick could see that wherever the Exodar went, there were pulsating lightning rings, making those fel warships unable to avoid it.

Fel energy beams flew through the air, piercing through steel and the earth, while bombardments dropped on the ground pushed the atmosphere of the battlefield to a fever pitch.

Under the watchful eyes of the vigilant, Ragnaros, the Lightlord, transformed into a meteor of radiant flames and struck a fel warship. Amidst the raging inferno, five archangels emerged from the shattered, falling debris amidst the wailing of demons.

The crashing starship traced a desolate trajectory through the sky, where fireworks burst forth, before finally crashing into the lava mountains of Mardon, illuminating the battlefield where countless demons were charging.

"In the name of the Holy Light, I designate this place as the site of judgment!"

The Vigilant raised his hand, wielding the war powers of the Highlord of Lightsworn, transforming the Felsteel Walls that were blocking the Lightforged's advance, along with the Fel Fortress, into a Judgment District.

A scorching beam of light then crashed down, bombarding the area like a falling star, sending up a surge of molten ash.

Amidst the blazing light that crashed down on the earth, Yrel led her squadron of Lightforged Dragons through the barrage of fel cannon fire. Little Hoof was incredibly brave; like the orcish swordmasters, she carried the Lightforged banner on her back to proclaim her courage and righteousness.

Behind these luminous dragons, the terrifying figure of the Dragon Shepherd, Sinestra, unleashed a solar storm that swept across the battlefield with the flapping of its scorching wings, causing demons to scatter wherever it went.

The old Odachi who landed on the ground roared, brandishing his battle blade. He and his warriors had stormed into the Felsteel fortress, and when he kicked the head of a demon lord off the battlefield, it meant that a pitiful victim, the demon, could not return to the Twisting Nether.

The Odachi's blades are precious because these weapons, due to their special material, can absorb souls. However, this absorption is not like the Death Force's absorption and control; instead, it draws on the power of the dead for a short period of time to strengthen the weapon and its wielder.

Therefore, the Odachi can also be regarded as natural "demon butchers," which is probably one of the reasons why Sargeras wanted to personally descend upon the Odachi homeworld.

"Danger! A demon is approaching! Battle Axe!"

The Dream Eater Tyrant, hidden within the dream, warned Diakum, causing the Vigilant to turn around and look at a demonic landing pod hurtling towards them from across the dangerous battlefield.

He did indeed sense a rather peculiar aura, and considering Illidan's previous encounter, Diakum knew that he had met his "opponent."

Under his watchful eye, the specially designed demonic landing pod was unfortunately struck by the solar fire spewed by Daenerys Targaryen during its final assault, and its originally cool entrance was forced into an embarrassing crash landing on the desolate hills in front of Diakum.

Fortunately, it didn't explode.

"bang"

Just as Diakum was mourning the tragic fate of the "Demon Prisoner" before him, the landing pod made of magic steel was kicked open, and a strangely shaped great demon jumped out from it.

This guy is a Morgo berserker.

At least before its body became twisted and mutated from absorbing too much power that didn't belong to it, it was a typical Morgo brute.

It was a crude but powerful creature. The Illidari considered it a lower-ranking demon, similar to the Demon Guards, but among them often emerged extremely violent individuals who wielded massive weapons and mutated to become larger than most demons, even larger than the Fel Lords.

The genes of the Morgoth thugs are very unstable, but this is truly the only one that has mutated into the muscular, "devilish" Arno before us.

However, compared to the bizarre, ferocious, and cruel Morgok demon itself, with its pointed head, the hideous, howling battle axe it dragged behind it was truly noteworthy.

Even without Diakum listening carefully, he could hear the pitiful screams echoing from the battle axe.

The soul of a demon is sealed within it, which must be for the purpose of tormenting it.

This battle axe is as large as a double-edged axe, but it has been sculpted into some kind of bizarre double-winged axe blade, with a blood-red demon skull at its center. It was forged from demon steel and was completed while the victim was still alive.

This was done to subject the wretched demon to maximum suffering, thereby unleashing its full ferocity and enhancing the power of the blood-red battle axe.

It is very thirsty, like having an insatiable appetite.

"Diacombe Zastins!"

The Morgok demon, dragging a massive battle axe, charged forward like a walking mountain of flesh, roaring loudly:

“My name is Gorericks, and I am the Legion’s ‘Flesh Ripper’! I challenge you, and I will feed the Maw of Curse with your flesh and soul! Your sacrifice as a nascent Devourer of Worlds will perfect the Maw of Curse, and the Legion will possess the power to devour worlds!”

"You 'Devil Arno' know quite a lot, but you're clearly not a qualified 'Arno'."

Diakum quipped, waving Ashbringer forward.

Countless demons trembled in fear of the sword, but Gorerick remained unmoved, allowing Diakum to swing the holy blade at him, and then, as the blade struck, he swung his Taotie battle axe to smash into it.

The result of the clash between the two weapons made Diakum raise an eyebrow.

Although he wasn't really going all out, the Ashbringer's sunblade, which was based on the concept of light, failed to harm this strange great demon.

The light was "eaten up"!
The weapon in its hand.

A lingering ray of sunlight danced on the battle axe known as the "Cursed Throat," causing the demon sealed within to scream in agony from the heat. Yet, the weapon, made of strange materials, remained unmoved by contact with the sun.

This made the light in Diakum's eyes grow brighter and brighter.

The "inspection" phase has now ended.

He was very satisfied with the weapon delivered to him by this "Burning Legion's top deliveryman." Such a good appetite was a perfect match for the power of the Devourer of Worlds.

Ah, this treasure is destined for me.

"Die!"

Gorerick didn't know why the Vigilant had suddenly stopped attacking, but it didn't want to think about such complicated things. With absolute confidence in the Cursed Maw, it swung its mutated and twisted hands, gripping the battle axe, and smashed it down on Diakum.

The axe blade cleaved into the Vigilant's body, giving the Flesh-Splitter a moment of joy, but then he sensed something was wrong.

It doesn’t feel right!

It didn't feel like it had pierced through blood and bone; rather, it felt like it had pierced through a mass of gathered energy.

Then, during the sun's scorching eruption, Gorerick, who had been thrown onto the sun's surface, heard Diakum's gentle words:

"Your battle axe is hungry, and you are hungry too, so I allow you to devour this sunlight. There is too much of it; it's making it hard for me to breathe."

Eat it.

Don't be shy, eat as much as you like! This meal is on me.

Do your best to lighten my burden and try to understand the pressure I face every day.

But be careful, kind great demon. If your body and fel energy aren't strong enough to withstand the corona's onslaught, you'll die.

Ps:

The various appearances of the Cursed Throat are as follows:

(End of this chapter)