Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 614, Section 75: When the Void accuses you of having weapons of mass destruction, you'd better actually have them - Bonus Chapter [15]

(Bonus chapter for the "Chen Wenjun 2" brothers [1/5])
A starship landing module hurtled toward the Dark Empire's territory like an arrow released from a bow. It was extremely fast, but it still encountered "anti-aircraft fire" when it entered the airspace teeming with void creatures.

The eye stalks at the tips of the enormous tentacles swaying around the bizarre and eerie black stone obelisks constantly emitted dense and dangerous pale twilight, making the landing module appear as if it were charging through a hail of bullets, while the Exodar above was preparing to drop "weapons of mass destruction".

Logically speaking, sending one's own personnel into the ground battlefield under the imminent threat of a nuclear bomb would be unwise and tantamount to suicide.

Even Archbishop Saloras could not stop a young girl's desire to save her father and brother.

Moreover, before launching a decisive attack on the remnants of the Dark Empire, the Archbishop must send a sufficiently elite force to the Lucid Dream side to support Marshal Lothar and his Imperial army, who are still resisting there.

It was all planned.

Otherwise, the Exodar, fully loaded with Lightforged warriors targeting the Void, wouldn't have arrived so late.

Although it did take them some time to make the trip to Northrend to pick up the thousands of Vrykul warriors from Brunhilda village, given the speed of starship travel, the Lightforged Chapter could easily have entered the battlefield before the transition from reality to illusion if they wished.

But that's how the strategic plan was designed.

Lothar personally gave the Lightforged military advice. The Exodar was the most ferocious military force that the Emperor could mobilize, so it should naturally be placed on the most dangerous battlefields. The Lightforged could only step in when an enemy that mortals could not defeat appeared.

The reflection of the Dark Empire that has been transferred to the material world, along with the countless demons that have bred within it, is a formidable adversary for the Lightforged Chapter in every respect.

This strategic arrangement shows that Lothar has truly made the most of all the resources at his disposal.

Lothar the Savior has also exhausted himself in his efforts to hunt down the Thousand-Bearded Demon and destroy its remnants of the Dark Empire.

Of course, as the last line of defense to prevent the Dark Empire from spreading Void pollution to other parts of the world, the Lightforged Chapter is not the only force that wants to fight N'Zoth's Ny'alotha today.

Inside the landing pod, personally controlled by the Sword Saint Tramon of Light, which was rapidly descending towards the city of the Dark Empire with incredibly cool snake-like maneuvers, Captain Yrel, who had been assigned to enter the Lucid Dream to support Marshal Lothar, was stretching his gauntlets.

As she took a deep breath, she said to Gianna:

"We need to find a door to the dream. Such a connection is not hard to find in Ny'alotha, but once you enter the dream, you can't go back until you completely defeat N'Zoth."

After that 'big bomb' is dropped, the Lightforged and Heya's War Bear Legion will enter the ground battle.

Lady Anveena's Savior Swarm will also seize the opportunity of the ground being cleared and enter Ny'alotha on a large scale. N'Zoth's minions will become the perfect Void biomass for the Savior Swarm in the material world.

I hope you're prepared, little Jaina. I don't want to be so pessimistic, but if we're not lucky, we might not even make it back into the sunlight alive.

"I cannot abandon my family because of the danger ahead. I cannot allow myself to become that hateful, vicious, cold-blooded, naive, and foolish witch."

Jaina took a deep breath.

It's not hard to tell from her words that Gianna seems to have learned about her past "life" through her own channels. The reason she reacted so strongly to the killing of her family today is probably related to seeing the disgusting things that her other self had done.

She refused to acknowledge that it was her future!
She even cursed in her heart that the witch who helped the Greenskins kill her father must be a Dreadlord in disguise! After all, what normal person would join forces with an enemy to betray their own father for such a stupid reason as ideological differences?

She held the Ebony Frost Staff, which exuded a chilling aura, and it was the Sun King Kael'thas who "lent" it to her specifically for this battle.

Currently, there is almost no other spellcaster in Azeroth who can rival Jaina in frost magic potential, so this "loan" may also be for the purpose of "forming a good relationship".

She was also wearing a very gorgeous robe, which was also to enhance her combat power in terms of equipment.

Even with her talent, Jaina is too young right now. Without being able to fully unlock her potential, collecting powerful equipment is undoubtedly an effective way to become stronger.

She stared out the porthole at the menacing, dancing tentacles and the countless void creations moving through the night. The void songs emanating from those obelisks were like a "soul-reaping melody," unsettling the mind. Meanwhile, the roaring Krahithian warriors were heading towards the borders of this corrupted land, ready to spread the Thousand-Bearded Demon's corruption and the Void's majesty once again throughout the world.

But this is no longer the era of these "old Dengs".

This era belonging to mortals and this world about to awaken will never allow them to "retaliate" in this way.

“I can understand Jaina wanting to risk her life in the Lucid Dream, after all, those are her father and brother, but why did you come along?”

Captain Yrel, leaning on his holy blade, looked at Arthas Menethil with a strange expression as he silently adjusted his armor and perused the Book of Light and Shadow.

She whispered:

"This is not the time for you to show your gentlemanly manners. N'Zoth will not let you off the hook just because of your 'youthful infatuation'. I can understand the attraction of beautiful feelings to a kid your age, but is it too much to pay the price of dying just to pick up a girl?"
Does your sister know what stupid thing you're doing?

“That’s not the case, Ms. Irele.”

Arthas immediately denied it:
"The reason I want to get involved in Lady Jaina's efforts to save her family is because I have experienced the despair of family members killing each other. I know better than anyone how much such a terrible thing can torment a young soul."

The Holy Light taught me that if I myself cannot accept that tragedy, then I should use my Holy Light to help others avoid the recurrence of that disaster.

I believe my sister will support my actions!

Besides, that fool Varian is also trapped in a lucid dream, and I can't leave him alone to face the endless void monsters.

He is my friend, and perhaps he will become my family in the future.

at last."

This former prince, now a model student in the elite class of the Mystic Academy, paused for a moment.

As he felt the landing module crash into the ground and glide in an emergency landing motion, Alsace gripped the fixed handle beside him and shouted:

"The dark past of Lordaeron must not be repeated in Kul Tiras. This is the last battle of the Sdomkar Empire. Marshal Lothar hopes to end the chaotic era of division, and this is also my ideal."

My sister and I relinquished the Menethil family's royal power so that we could embrace a better future together with our people.

If that is the future that belongs to everyone, how can I entrust it to others with a clear conscience?

If that's the future everyone desires, then everyone with the ability should contribute their strength to it!

“Well said! Arthas Menethil, your Holy Light righteousness is truly inspiring, worthy of being praised as the ‘rising star of the Holy Light’ by Commander Diakum! You will surely become a warrior of the light and a legend of the light in the future.”

Just like us.

Yrel laughed heartily, and the moment the hatch slid open, she dragged the holy blade out. Her holy wings, as bright as the sun, suddenly unfurled, like the first ray of light illuminating this dark land. With her masterful solar storm, she annihilated all the gathered void creatures into scorching ashes.

"Follow me!" Captain Iriel roared.
"The door to the lucid dream lies ahead; charge in and shatter N'Zoth's pathetic ambitions!"

Just as this fierce team of warriors fought their way through the landing point and into the lucid dream, on the navigation console of the Exodar, Archbishop Saloras, having confirmed that Yrel had entered another battlefield, took a deep breath and instructed the Lightforged Craftsman and Captain Faria beside him, who were awaiting orders:

"Drop the 'Origin Bomb' on the ground! Lightforged, prepare to enter the battlefield. Heya, your War Bear Legion will come with us through the portal. Also, the Lightforged's arsenal is now open to you."

"The Eredar armor is incompatible with your size, but our lightforged weapons will help you better slay Void monsters."

"I have a question."

Heya sheathed the Sword of the Guardian of Truth at her waist and asked in confusion:

"That Origin Bomb... I just heard from Yrel that it can destroy that corrupted city of the Old Gods below?"

"It's just a theoretical design specification; we're not sure if it's actually useful."

Archbishop Aurecis briefly explained:
"That thing was made by the mad king of the mechanical gnomes. Its true purpose is to remove all flesh degeneration caused by the erosion of void energy, allowing creatures with Titan genes to return to a pure state."

But that guy never did any clinical trials, so this definitely can't be used to cure the Curse of Flesh; it will only bring a massacre to those infected with the Curse of Flesh.

However, the Titan Origin Energy generated when that thing explodes has a terrifying restraining effect on all void creatures. Therefore, theoretically, the bomb used for 'healing' could be used as a battlefield weapon in the current situation.

But we only have one, so at most we can blow up the main city of Ny'alotha. The remaining outskirts will have to be reclaimed by the Lightforged and your warriors with swords and spears.”

"The Exodar's starship defense guns will support the ground war. Our objective is simply to clear out the cities. We need not worry about the void creatures that are spawning elsewhere in Kul Tiras; the Savior Swarm will take care of the encirclement and elimination."

Saloras reiterated the operational objective, glancing at the countdown timer for the "big bomb" deployment flashing on the navigation console, and said:
"Once we enter the war zone, we must hold out there until the Saviors' dual offensive against N'Zoth ends in both the 'Reality' and 'Dream' zones."

If they unfortunately fail.
"Then the Exodar will enter planetary orbit and launch a full-power orbital bombardment of the entire island of Kul Tiras, completely wiping out this island, which is about to be completely occupied by the Void, from the continental shelf level!"

The countdown on the navigation console was ticking. The Exodar had already precisely positioned itself high in the air directly above the Sleeping City of Nyalosa, which had been swapped into the material world. The hatch for dropping explosives opened, and a round, mechanical dwarf explosive device adorned with many strange light bulbs was slowly pushed out.

Once the ignition sequence was initiated, the light bulbs scattered throughout the bomb began to flash randomly, and even as it was launched onto the Void City on the ground, its appearance continued to flash with various colors like a marquee.

The Krahithian warrior guarding the Blackstone Obelisk raised its small, twisted head, and its malevolent eyes, hidden beneath its tentacles, caught sight of the rapidly falling steel sphere.

It sensed no danger from the thing, just like a falling balloon.

However, just as the bomb reached its perfect airburst altitude, the lights on its exterior turned a dangerous red in an instant, indicating that the explosion had been decoded. After flashing three times, a blinding white light burst forth from it.

That was high-frequency energy radiation generated by a certain energy reaction shaped by the mechanical dwarf using special techniques.

There was no explosion, nor did it cause any damage to the building, since all it emitted was an orderly radiance with the same wave frequency as Titan energy.

A light imbued with an extremely positive aura instantly spread like mercury across the center of the gloomy and mysterious city of Ny'alotha, casting a dazzling glow over the Black Market Obelisk on the highest platform and the statue of N'Zoth.

Wherever it went, the Faceless Ones, Kheshir, and the flesh beasts vanished without a trace, like quicksand swallowed by the sea.

The powerful Krahis warriors could barely hold them off, but that couldn't save them. It only allowed them to endure a few more seconds of purification and destruction before they turned into ashes flying everywhere amidst mournful sighs.

The light is "flowing".

Wherever it goes, it devours the void and converts energy. Although its effect is far less efficient than the Saint Diakum's "Sunshine" here, this thing will not trigger the "mutual defense agreement" between N'Zoth and the Void Lords.

It was all agreed upon beforehand!

The Void Lords only risk entering Ny'alotha when Diakum sets foot there. They value their lives highly and will not sacrifice themselves for the request of an Old God unless they are absolutely certain of victory.

Even if they know it's necessary, the Void Lords aren't that noble.

You, N'Zoth, a servant of the Sea of ​​No Light, have spent so much money and hired so many people in Azeroth over so many years, yet you can't even corrupt a star soul to the point of corruption. In the eyes of the Void faction, this is already a great incompetence.

The brilliant light of the Origin Bomb dimmed as it spread to the edge of Ny'alotha's main city, as if it had completely exhausted its energy. When the dazzling light dissipated, only a "pure" ruin remained.

There was no void, no filthy flesh, no tentacles or eye stalks; even the ashes were swept high into the sky by the hot wind, forming a spectacular ash storm.

"How many void creatures did this attack wipe out?"

Archbishop Saloras was very satisfied with the destructive power. She turned around and asked a question. The Lightforged Craftsman estimated it and gave a rather astonishing number, which excited all the commanders present.

The reason is very simple.

If such weapons can work on the void, then with some modifications, they will certainly work on demons as well! The Holy Light Legion is clearly happy to just drop these "big bombs" on whichever unfortunate demon world it may be.

"We got the blueprints for the Origin Bomb from the mechanical dwarves!"

Aurecis said to the Lightforged Craftsman:

"The Holy Light Legion needs this kind of 'cleaning weapon' that won't damage buildings or the environment. We can't just call for the main cannon to fire every time something happens. This thing might be able to replace the cruel 'light burial' in dealing with those tragedies in the star sea."

These mechanical gnomes are quite capable; they've presented the mysteries of the Titans in a different way.

"Let's move on to ground operations."

The archbishop raised his hand and commanded:

"Right here in this pristine Void City, Lightforged, let us carry out Commander Diakum's purifying will. The Thousand-Bearded Demon is determined to defile the holiness of the Vigilant, but we will prove with facts that it is not even worthy of looking up to the Vigilant!"

"buzz"

Triangular teleportation markers lit up throughout the city of Ny'alotha, and Lightforged rushed out, treading on the still-warm ashes, to the edge of the purified zone, where they clashed with the Void Fiends eager to retaliate.

Heya and her Vrykul shieldbearers also stepped into this apocalyptic battlefield, raising their battle banners high.

She looked up at the Exodar shining in the dim sky, then looked down at the servants of N'Zoth climbing the city, ready to strangle them all.

A wild smile crept across Heya's lips.

She picked up her Heart of Azeroth and kissed it.

Ha, isn't this war far greater than that bullshit "Ragnarok"? So, let her take charge of the world's wrath and the storm of swords!
(End of this chapter)