Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 585, Section 46. Considering that the Sky Fortress is in the sky and Odin is also a king, this wave can be called "Havoc in Heaven".
The entire process of Heya being thrown from the Sky Fortress to the earth by Odin was witnessed by the hidden "Black Hand of the Holy Light," Diakum.

It was as thrilling and realistic as watching a movie. When he saw Heya, enveloped in light, fall from the golden fortress to the ground, Diakum even reflexively said, "The High Heavens are burning, and it's all your fault!"

Of course, Heya wasn't Qin Duanyu, and her landing didn't create the spectacular scene that everyone was looking forward to.

This disappointed Diakum, who always enjoys making a scene.

The Vigilant had already left Uldir, but he didn't intend to handle the matter personally. Although Odin had gone too far, he still had quite a few people who "cared" about him. Besides the Iceheart Dragon, who was carrying Heya to Valhalla in the heavens to salvage the situation, Ra-den's "Guardian Male Team" had also set off from the Chamber of Heart.

Clearly, Ra-den had learned of the impending conflict in Stormfjord from the World Mother, and the High Warden intended to intervene as soon as possible before things escalated further.

However, they set off late, and given Lady Velanos's rough and straightforward style, she should be able to finish her "admonition" to Odin before the Guardians arrive.

"Heya has already revealed her identity. You should know that the World Mother is watching you. How could you so blatantly throw Heya off the Sky Fortress? Are you really going to play the 'High Heavens plunged into a sea of ​​fire' trick?"

How many archangels do you have under your command? How dare you be so arrogant?

I have five of them, but I wouldn't dare be that arrogant!

On the way to Dazar'alor for the "feast" aboard the Wings of the Sun, Diakum made a sharp comment on the matter, revealing that he had originally intended to secretly help Heya through the enlightenment of the Holy Light.

But now that the World Mother is directly involved, she saves herself the trouble of expending precious faith power to create a power incarnation.

For Diakum, the holy light-bearer who is currently "creating the highest heaven," every bit of faith power he receives is an extremely precious resource.

Although the rapid spread of the Sun Faith among the Zandalari tribes and the Arathi Empire made his channels for obtaining Faith Power more complete and abundant, the High Heaven construction project was like a "bottomless pit." No matter how much Faith Power Diakum could collect, that hellish place could quickly swallow it up.

Upon seeing the iconic, ancient "Colossus Seal" disc-shaped structure of Dazar'alor, the Vigilant turned his will toward the High Heavens.

He saw the "Gateway to the High Heaven" that had been perfectly erected.

The five little angels, who were showering praise on others, had indeed not been slacking off; they were already constructing a magnificent and sacred "Holy Spirit Path" beneath the gates of the High Heaven.

Those 999 steps will be the first journey for the devout believers of the Holy Light to enter the Most High Heaven, and are part of the "First Phase of the Most High Heaven's Face Project," which must be completed as soon as possible.

Moreover, Diakum was quite looking forward to seeing the rather amusing and shocked expressions on the faces of those human Holy Spirits when they embarked on their magnificent sermons, were awestruck by the great gates of the High Heaven, and then crossed the gates of faith to see the barren High Heaven without even a tent.

"Prestige projects are a killer."

Diakum offered this self-criticism and decided to tell the little angels that after completing the Holy Spirit Trail, they should quickly go and build the main hall of the Highest Heaven, lest those devout Holy Spirits, who had served the Holy Light their whole lives, end up having to pack their bedding after arriving in Heaven.

That's really undignified.

However, he only gave a brief instruction and couldn't possibly go and clean up the dust himself. On the one hand, he didn't have that much time, and on the other hand, Dick had more important things to worry about at the moment.

Divine bodies merged!

This is something he really needs to worry about all the time.

Although after completing the takeover, Anser's divine transformation was equivalent to separating from the body of the sun god and would no longer be forcibly entered into the transformation of "day and night" according to Anser's state changes, it was only that Diakum had initially taken control of this body.

Although he maintained a mild attitude, he suffered just as much as he should have when he received Anser's pain from the eclipse.

The darkness of the eclipse constantly affected him, but the existence of the Dark Heart relieved some of the pressure. However, the Dark Heart could not completely relieve the darkness's influence.

Diakum was like a bottle that was about to be filled. When his tough body reached its limit, he had to find an opportunity to release all the darkness of the eclipse at once.

The only good news is that as the fusion of the divine bodies accelerates, Diakum's body will gradually "independent" from Anser's influence.

This means that as long as he continues to advance the integration process, the degree to which he is affected by Anser's "day and night switching" state will only decrease until the "rebirth" moment of the third stage.

That means this divine body will no longer need to be adorned with the prefix "Anser" and will become a true "sun god body" belonging to Diakum.

This is a smooth route of "taking from the surplus and giving to the deficiency".

The most troublesome part of this process is that Diakum's "container replacement" is not only physiological, but also physical.

Anser's path is clearly not a twin of light and shadow, which means that Diakum needs to delve deeper into the study of the path and the understanding of faith, and develop his own path to the point that it can replace Anser's divinity.

It's hard.

That was a true god's understanding of light and darkness. Diakum's theological level was obviously still lacking at this time, but Aegwynn had commented that Diakum was a genius in metaphysics, and his progress under such pressure was astonishing.

His reason for coming to Dazar'alor was certainly not just to savor the "royal feast" of the Golden King, but to take this opportunity to exchange theological insights with Zul, the Dark Prophet, a bigwig in the "faith world".

And let's give the King of Gold some face.

After all, King Rastakhan had invited Dick several times through Zul, Talanji, and Rezan, and Dick had already wreaked havoc in Dazar'alor. If he didn't come along, it would really be disrespectful.

The trolls are now the "firstborn of the world"!
Disrespecting the trolls is tantamount to disrespecting Azeroth.

Are you really not afraid that when the Supreme Star Soul awakens, it will come to "have a heart-to-heart talk" with a giant sword that's thousands of kilometers long?

When the Wings of the Sun landed atop Dazar'alor, the "City of Eternity," the Golden King and his courtiers were already waiting there, and the Dark Prophet Zul bowed to the Watcher with a smile.

As Dick approached, the dark prophet suddenly made a rather strange request:

"Can I experience it?"

It said to Dick:
“I have heard Talanji’s report that you bear the dark pain of the sun god, and His Holiness Razan has also submitted a request to reset the faith system for the ‘Zandalari Paladins.’ As the faith administrator appointed by the Loa, I feel it is necessary for me to understand the dangers of this ‘sun faith’.”

The brighter the light, the more intense the shadow.

I understand this principle very well.

I want to see the darkness you bear.

"you sure?"

Dick said softly:
"It could crush you in an instant."

"I am ready."

Zul patted the row of voodoo dolls of different styles hanging from his belt and said:

"The Loas have temporarily lent me their divine power. They are also very curious about how powerful it is that can make Lord Rezan so obedient."

Please forgive our curiosity and crudeness, but perhaps worshipping their great power can guide the Zandalari trolls towards a new future.

"Okay, if you insist."

Diakum reached out, and as his dark, shaky fingers touched the Dark Prophet's forehead, he whispered:
"Bite your teeth."

This wasn't just addressed to Zul, but also to the dozen or so Loa who were extending their divine power into Zul, sharing the pressure with the Dark Prophet.

The instant Diakum revealed to Zul the "Pain of the Eclipse" he constantly endured, the dozen or so voodoo dolls on the Dark Prophet's belt simultaneously exploded, their dust accompanied by the agonizing screams of over a dozen Loa. Zul's already blind eyes widened in that instant.

Through the pressure shared by the Loas, it saw it. It saw the "true face" of the gentle giant beneath the light before it!
It saw Diakum walking in the light.

But the darkness and pain that covered him transformed into chains that bound his arms and body like a shadow, making him walk wearily with the pain and erosion of carrying an entire mountain on his back.

Light and shadow appeared in the same illusion.

This means that Diakum is pushing the path of light and shadow to the next level of coexistence.

But there are too many.

"There was too much pain, too much despair, it was too terrible."

As the Dark Prophet collapsed, bleeding from all seven orifices, it grasped Diakum's hand and whispered:
"You bear the burden of Anser's suffering, yet you alone seal off the dark future of an entire star sea. You've worked hard."

"It's not hard."

Dick replied in a calm tone, seemingly unaffected by any pressure:

"When you realize that what you are doing is meaningful and that you can find enjoyment and a sense of accomplishment in it, the hard work becomes a sweet reward. Don't worry about me, I can still manage."

Yes, he can still hold on. After all, during the period of occupation before the fusion, Diakum had survived seven uncontrollable day-night cycles.

His resilience even exceeded his own expectations.

He could still hold on, but at the same time, Odin seemed to be struggling to keep up.

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"Enemy attack!"

The roar of Heimdall, the gatekeeper, echoed throughout the golden, magnificent temple. In this fortress of the War King, the golden Valkyries were the first to appear and meet the enemy.

With swift wings and boundless fighting spirit, they soared into the sky like golden meteors under Lady El's leadership, battling dangerous enemies amidst the already icy clouds. However, rushing headlong into the elemental domain that the dragons had already unleashed was clearly not a good idea.

Those golden varkars will be quickly frozen in the terrifying freezing of everything.

They are all true Titan creations, and their exceptional combat talent lies in their mastery of golden holy flames. However, the balls of war flames they unleash are "frozen" as they fly toward Velanoz.

Yes.

The "hail" enveloped in golden flames was hurled into the front hall of the Sky Fortress by the gale whipped up by the wings of the Iceheart Dragon, knocking down the heroic spirits who had rushed out of the Hall of Fine Wine.

Even larger pieces of "Vagri Ice Sculpture" crashed down, but Velanoz swept them away from the Sky Fortress's land like a golf swing with his giant tail.

She wanted to let them fall to the ground of Stormheim, to show the local Vrykul people a "precious possibility"—that they clearly had another option besides Odin and Helya, those two inhuman beings who treated them as "war expendables" and "reservations for the dead."

Mother World is calling upon her bravest and strongest children, and the Vrykul will always have a place in the great army of saviors.

Heya was the first true "wanderer" to return home, and all Vrykul would have that right.

"boom"

Lady El swung her golden spear and smashed it onto the scales of the Ice Heart Dragon, fiercely shattering the ice armor covering the scales. However, the ferocious dragon turned around and bit the golden body.

Amidst the sickening sound of metal shattering, Ms. El was bitten in half, and the remaining half was quickly frozen and slammed into the gatekeeper Heimdall.

That was Odin's most powerful heroic general, and also the commander and leader of the Thunderforged Legion.

After witnessing Aiur's tragic end, Heimdall immediately realized that he could not engage in close combat with this dangerous elemental dragon. Fortunately, as a member of the Titan Guardians, Heimdall never lacked the courage and skill to fight.

As he sounded the Galar horn to warn the entire Valarjar Fortress, he drew the Rainbow Greatsword from behind him and hurled it fiercely at the Iceheart Dragon's wings as it launched a dangerous swoop, aiming a precise attack on the dragon's transformed wings.

The attack was extremely fierce and precise, but just as the greatsword covered in the power of the gatekeeper was about to pierce the wing root of the power of the Ice Heart, a golden shield quietly opened and narrowly covered Vilanoz's body, causing Heimdall's fatal blow to fail.

Amidst a deafening roar, the Rainbow Greatsword whistled back and was caught by the gatekeeper once again.

The heroic commander, wearing a bull-horned helmet, looked up and coldly stared at Heya, who stood behind the Iceheart Dragon. It was this traitor who had activated the Shield of Aggramar, blocking that attack for the Iceheart Dragon.

This scene was also witnessed by the Lightning Forgers who rushed out of the Hall of Heroes. Just as they had cheered and sang praises of Heya's bravery, they now cursed Heya's betrayal with the same venom.

The shield maiden of Mother World was too lazy to reason with them.

These heroic spirits died in the fiercest battles with the most glorious posture. Their souls were escorted by the Valkyries to Valhalla to be forged with lightning, so that they would forever maintain their anger and fighting spirit. This was how the King of War created warriors, but it also meant that the lightning forgers were not good at thinking.

When your mind is full of anger, there's very little room left for wisdom.

They considered entering Valhalla the greatest honor of their lives, and were ready, body and soul, to give everything to the Lord of War and to join an eternal war.

They didn't care who the enemy was; they only wanted to enjoy the satisfaction that came from endless battles.

Even if Odin would command them to attack the world that gave them birth.
"Completely disregarding who the enemy is, focusing solely on fighting and regarding it as glory itself—can this truly be called 'glory'?"

Heya, holding the Shield of Aggramar aloft, thought to herself:

"Sigh, what did I believe in all this time!"

"You are nothing but Odin's pathetic tools. You are born in the way he wants, grow in the way he appreciates, fight in the way he desires, and ultimately become his satisfying harvest."

Wilanos scoffed:
"A group of intelligent and dignified souls are recast into 'embodiments of wrath' through the most ruthless selection process, yet they cannot be directed to an enemy that can bring them true glory."

Odin!

Lord of War, you are trapped in Valarjar, but your servants are not!
You swore to protect this world, a duty entrusted to you by the Titans. But where was the Legion you so painstakingly built when the Burning Legion invaded?
Pathetic guy, who exactly are you treating as an enemy?

Perhaps Hela is right, perhaps that poor witch you drove mad is right, you've been mad for a long time. The moment you realized the lord you served was dead, you were already in a frenzy called 'war'.

"Shut up! You vicious dragon!"

The King of War roared.

He rose from his throne, and in the instant he raised his arm, a blinding bolt of lightning forged a Titan's spear, which was hurled at Velanoz amidst the thunder and lightning.

However, the Iceheart Dragon neither dodged nor evaded, letting the spear fly towards it. In the next second, it was protected by a sudden storm of thunderclouds. Amidst the swirling crimson plasma, Salezes, who had finally arrived at the battlefield, swung his Thunder Claw and shattered the spear thrown by Odin into countless flying feathers of light.

The lightning that had just been subservient to Odin now turned against him, transforming into a blinding storm of lightning amidst the roar of the Thunder-Eating Dragon, striking down all the Thunderforgers on the battlefield.

"You claim to control thunder?"

Salijers scoffed:
"No, you merely unleashed sparks of electricity. In the skies of Azeroth, only one can truly control the heavens. But that is certainly not you! You angered Him long ago, and I am the Thunder Fang that He uses to punish you!"
So let's treat this as a personal matter.

(End of this chapter)