Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 616, Chapter 77: The Call of the Awakening World - At least get up and go to the toilet, or you'll wet your pants - Bonus Chapter [35]

(Bonus chapter for the "Chen Wenjun 2" brothers [1/5])
"N'Zoth's spiritual form has appeared!"

The White Soldier, wielding the elven sword, joined forces with Duke Bolvar to cut down a Faceless Overlord, whose hoarse roar echoed across the battlefield.

But in fact, Varian didn't need to shout a reminder; anyone with eyes could tell that the ugly "big eggplant" was tearing this dreamland apart.

Some reckless mortals who looked directly at it had their souls snatched away in an instant. They fell to the ground and stopped breathing. It was a sudden death caused by the shattering of their spirit in an instant. But soon, those "people" swayed and stood up again.

N'Zoth stuffed some dark things into their empty shells.

That was no longer the warrior he once was.

As veterans who had faced the corruption of the Void, the elite of the Seventh Legion knew how to deal with the trouble before them. With sorrowful faces, they stepped forward and cut down their resurrected comrades, purifying them with holy water and burning them with holy flames.

N'Zoth's spiritual form stands in the lucid dream, like a towering flesh and blood.

It doesn't even need to launch an attack; simply by turning its eyes, which stand erect in its grotesque, torn head, the terrifying mental collapse is enough to reduce the Sanity value of any life that dares to look directly at it to zero.

This absolute destruction of spirit and will is a skill shared by all the ancient gods, like a passive AOE aura. Perhaps some people always think they have a mind of steel, but when they truly face this ultimate creation of the void, all their so-called determination and courage will vanish in an instant.

The mental stripping of the ancient gods is not some mystical concept.

This thing symbolizes the corrosive nature of the Void Force, and the different powers wielded by the Old Gods are a more detailed extension of this "corrosive concept".

When intelligent beings realize that something is wrong with them, it is often too late to save them.

"Move closer to the Holy Flame!"

The Exalted One, Chiron, then threw away his weapon.

He knew that weapons were useless against a terrifying creature like N'Zoth; only fervent faith could serve as a shield for his soul.

The high priest of the state church knelt on the ground, chanting devout prayers and bestowing fervent spiritual fire upon all living beings around him. Behind him, the priests shouted to the retreating warriors in all directions, urging them to draw near to the still-burning sacred fire.

Just as one must find a burning flame to avoid being completely lost in the darkness, the holy light in the area shrouded in sacred flames can protect the warriors' minds from being crushed by the light.

That's how it will be for now.

However, under N'Zoth's gaze, the moment those blasphemous whispers arose, several braziers flickered and quietly went out.

It was like a dark room with the lights off, or a small boat tossed about in terrifying waves, where a single, icy wave could destroy the boat and kill everyone on board.

The warriors around the dark braziers roared in terror, but only for a moment.

Those angry roars would come to an abrupt halt at some point, like a rooster whose neck had been cut off.

The flames that had not yet been extinguished flickered like candles in the wind, battered by an invisible storm. They relied entirely on the faith bestowed upon them by the state priests, who burned their own lives as fuel to become the most precious light in this darkness.

N'Zoth was fed up with these tenacious insects. He had had enough of their jumping around. They didn't want to starve to death, but instead tried to stop a chariot with their bare hands. But did they not know the pitiful fate of the mantis being crushed by the chariot wheel?
Since you're so eager to die, then I'll grant your wish!
"boom"

The invisible mental blast was unleashed by the Thousand-Bearded Demon himself, instantly sending hundreds of warriors flying, bleeding from all seven orifices.

The white soldier was sent flying into the air, feeling as if his mind was being torn apart. Just as he was lost in the "Dark Forest," a clear wolf howl brought him back to the material world. He raised his elven sword and slashed off the long, thin tendrils that were hurtling towards Commodore Daenerys beside him.

Then, Bai Zu coughed up blood and fell unconscious.

Just as Yrel had guessed, N'Zoth the Corruptor had already noticed the strange phenomena in the Deepsea City.

A squad of demigods slipped into the Naga city during the War of Kul Tiras. The weak deep-sea creatures should have protected their seal from being disturbed, but they failed to do so.

The Corruptor has lost contact with Nightmare King Xavius; the guy is either dead or has escaped.

Tch, what a piece of trash.

However, the fact that the demigod squad is approaching the Star Ring that seals him is indeed a big problem. He must withdraw his consciousness back to his body in order to fight those guys more calmly. But before he can withdraw his consciousness from his lucid dream, he must first kill all the bugs that are causing trouble in his dream.

Since incompetent subordinates cannot corrupt these chosen ones of the world, then I will take matters into my own hands.

During the brief period when N'Zoth's spirit manifested in this terrifying illusion of Boralus, the Voidborn, unable to breach the Imperial army's defenses, also went mad.

They regrouped under the waving of N'Zoth's tentacles, transforming into a turbulent torrent that surged forward in a manner that seemed to be pursuing sacrifice. This command, which should have been carried out by King Daelin, was taken over by N'Zoth.

However, as the ultimate creation of the Void, its commands are clearly more oppressive than those of King Daelin.

The Imperial army's lines are collapsing, with one Iron Knight after another being overwhelmed and submerged by the Void Spawn, and even individuals being dragged into the dark "mud" to be corroded.

Colonel Maxwell was horrified to see black "vein" growing from his control panel and spreading rapidly. He immediately activated the ejection mode and, as he flew out of the cockpit, he didn't forget to activate the self-destruct switch.

Yes.

This thing is, after all, a mech designed by goblins.

As everyone knows, anything the goblins design has an explosive function, even if it's not marked as such, it can definitely explode.

The intense flames shattered the corroding steel knights; the fact that flesh and blood could grow back from the steel indicated that the "soul soothing" of these mechs had failed.

The power of the Holy Light is being squeezed out of this dream by the creations of the void. If a solution is not found soon, everyone will probably die here.

"boom"

Hovering high in the sky, the red-haired Rhonin, wielding the Heart of Azeroth, unleashed a "Flame Storm" of mixed world power onto the battlefield, causing the raging flames to spread and explode with a ghostly blue light.

The destructive power was astonishing, but Ronin's face was filled with anxiety.

He used a lifelike magical mirror image and precise teleportation to dodge N'Zoth's tentacles that tore through the earth and smashed down, returning himself to Marshal Lothar's side.

The Grand Master said in a hoarse voice:

"No! The blessing of the world's power still hasn't exceeded the limit of enhancement. The destructive power in this form is insufficient to shatter N'Zoth's spiritual body. Has the World Mother not yet awakened from the nightmare of the Void?"

Losa shook his head.

He held his Heart of Azeroth in his hand and waited patiently.

Despite his unwavering will and fearlessness of mental stripping under the protection of the Emperor's Sword, the Marshal felt a pang of anxiety as he watched N'Zoth unleash a corrupting tide that was engulfing his warriors.

He and his warriors, along with the Arathi Empire's expeditionary force, fought here with heavy casualties, defeating powerful enemies and finally forcing N'Zoth's spirit to emerge. But what exactly are the Kaldorei Druids and the Loa of Zandalar doing?
Why haven't they completed their tactical mission yet?

Hurry and get rid of that corrupting entity, Ignis, rooted in the dream of the world. The World Mother must awaken from the unawakened dream woven by N'Zoth, otherwise, unable to fully awaken, she will be powerless to bestow more creative power upon the Saviors.

Without such immense power, it would be a pipe dream for mortals from the Imperial Army to shatter the spiritual body of a being like N'Zoth.

"bang"

N'Zoth seemed to sense the three human saviors waiting before it. It raised its corrosive tentacles and slammed them down like a heavy hammer, striking the walls of Proudmoore Fortress. The heavy tentacles, like a giant serpent, shattered the walls with a sway, and then unleashed a storm of chilling mental spells.

Although the three brilliant beams of world light were blasted into N'Zoth's tentacle illusion by the three saviors in the form of light cannons and completely shattered, the Corruptor still managed to pinpoint Lothar's location precisely through this attack.

When the marshal realized that he was being targeted by N'Zoth, everything went black before his eyes, and then countless eyes emitting a dark yellow light opened up in front of him.

This scene was remarkably similar to the sudden appearance of twinkling "starlight" in a dark night sky. "Hoq aN'qov huqth erh'ongg thoq shanDai h'Iwn (The sunken kingdom welcomes your weary soul.)"

The deep, resonant Shasyaar language exploded in Lothar's ears, mind, and will, causing the marshal's steely resolve to falter at that moment. Under the gaze of countless eyes that flickered constantly, he felt his soul being pulled and dragged into another illusion.

Light!
An endless, chilling light erupted before his eyes, causing Lothar to instinctively raise his hand to shield his vision.

Then the scene unfolded before the emperor's eyes: countless obelisks adorning the pyramids made of black stone, and stones carved into bizarre shapes, reconstructed like a labyrinth, seemed to have a life of their own, forming a great kingdom unimaginable to mortals.

The endless rows of buildings stretched to the horizon of Lothar's vision, as if the entire world was occupied by this "Dark Empire"—no, the world itself was the foundation of the Dark Empire.

In the blinding, cold twilight before them, N'Zoth's true form was faintly visible, but one could not see his figure in the light at all; only fleshy tentacles of varying sizes, thicknesses, and lengths could be seen dancing in the light.

Like the dawn brought by twilight
It may lack the holiness of holy light, but it can still illuminate all things.

Lothar felt himself suspended in the magnificent reflection of the Dark Empire. He could feel his mind betraying him, that looking directly at the Old Gods had brought a terrible price, and that his body was also moving toward a darker form that was closer to the truth.

That was an ancient promotion.

“Fssh qam ak'agthShi Fssh qam h'iwn (You struggle up there, He waits down there)”

The second Shathyar phrase, like a summoning incantation, caused the illusion before Lothar's eyes to change once more. This time, he was suspended in endless darkness, transformed into the half-fish, half-human "King of the Forgotten Abyss".

I floated alone in the darkness, yearning for the light.

The void heard his call, and the next second, a huge, sun-like burning eyeball opened behind him, emitting endless light and heat that enveloped him.

And so, all the gloom and loneliness dissipated at that moment, and the empty spirit was finally satisfied.

Under the gaze of those enormous, sun-like pupils, Lothar felt his will falter. He opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice:

“Gag yoh'ghyl og hoq uul'gwa gag Ez yyqzz huqth (He is salvation, He is truth), Og h'iwn Og vormos Hoq sshoq'meg thoq wotH'gl (Darkness descends, there is nowhere to escape, the King of Oblivion has returned.)”

Lothar felt like a piece of steel that had been thrown into the sun.

I am melting
Immerse yourself in that warm darkness, awaiting rebirth in the exquisite abyss.

"Snapped"

A resounding slap landed on the Emperor's face, causing Lothar to open his eyes in a daze. Before him stood Princess Talanji, her face stern, and beside her was Brigadier General Daenerys, who was crying anxiously.

"It's okay, there's still hope."

The troll princess comforted the queen, took out a strange object from her voodoo pouch, and, ignoring Lothar's objections, stuffed it into the emperor's mouth.

The bitter taste instantly invigorated Lothar, and N'Zoth's pull and summoning, accompanied by the roars of many Loas, faded into the distance.

"What did you feed me?"

The emperor asked weakly.

He noticed that his Lion's Roar armor was indeed showing signs of melting, which filled him with dread. If he had truly fallen into the darkness just now, things might have been very different.
"Oh, I won't tell you. You just need to know that it contains the excrement of several Loa gods."

Princess Wanling grinned wickedly.

But Losa couldn't be angry, because he noticed Talanji's empty left arm.

Princess Wanling has lost an arm, and the druids and loa priests behind her who are rushing into this battlefield from another dream are all wounded.

“Ignis is dead! We burned it, uprooted every single root that corrupted the Dream of the World! We purified it, and Mother World will no longer be troubled by the nightmare of the void and that prophecy of corruption.”

Old Staghelm, with at least seven broken ribs, lay weakly behind the limping demigod Remulos, the Keeper of the Jungle, and called out to Lothar in a hoarse voice:

"Quickly! Summon the World Mother, awaken her! N'Zoth is here. Our World Mother should now carry out her vengeance. The dark age of corruption is over."

Losa was jolted.

Ignoring his physical and mental anguish, he was helped to his feet by Daenerys. Holding the burning Heart of Azeroth to his lips, he said:

"Awake, Your Majesty! Mother of all beings in the world, open your eyes and see that your children are fighting for you. Grant us the power to purify evil."

His call was like a gentle whisper, echoing and pattering around the control panel of the Heart Chamber, where everyone had gone to their respective battlefields, leaving Mother World to sleep here all alone.

He felt as if he had a very long and terrible dream.

He experienced one tragedy after another in that dream, which was like a marathon of utterly terrible disaster movies.

I wanted to be awake, but I was so drowsy that I couldn't manage it at all. Some evil things were pulling at me in my dreams.

but.
It's time to wake up.

Awaken from that never-ending nightmare and look with your own eyes at the planet that nurtured and protected you, and those lovely children.

Those World's Children who are calling for themselves
Hmm, what a long dream.

As Azeroth thought this, the Supreme Star-Soul quietly turned over in the Land of Slumber, then moved his body and opened his eyes. He saw Lothar, and he saw everything that had happened in that lucid dream.

He finally saw with his own eyes the "evil sleepworm" that had been corrupting him and preventing him from waking up.

He saw N'Zoth.

"So ugly!"

This is the first comment made by the world's mother.

His incurable obsession with appearances was exposed at this moment. How could such an ugly and depraved thing be kept in his home? What's the difference between this and keeping a Cantonese twin-tailed dog at home?
"Smash it!"

This is the instruction given by Mother World to the saviors.

Amid N'Zoth's terrified roar, the four Hearts of Azeroth on the battlefield simultaneously unleashed at least three times their previous limit of primordial power, causing the four saviors to levitate uncontrollably.

On this battlefield of lucid dreaming, amidst the gentle encouragement of Mother World, four saviors, holding the Heart of the World, are to crush the ugly parasite before them, just as Mother World commanded.

Rhonin swung out the ropes of creation, binding N'Zoth's spirit in place, while Khadgar raised the Heart of Azeroth, transforming it into gates that prevented the Corruptor from escaping.

Talanji then used his one arm to gather a "Spear of the Godslayer," which he hurled amidst the cheers of the trolls and loas, piercing through N'Zoth's spiritual body.

The final blow was delivered by Lothar.

"Your invitation was very good."

He raised his arm high, channeling the power of creation into a dazzling hammer, and the emperor shouted:
"But I apologize, for I have sworn to dedicate everything to my homeland and my Lord! So, farewell, Corruptor! May the Holy Light curse your soul!"

Ps:

Lothar's summons (the treatment Queen Azshara received in historical records):

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