Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 620, Section 81: You know, even in hell, there are different levels of evil.
Including Freya, the Guardian of Life, Yogg-Saron has imprisoned three Guardians in the Titan city of Ulduar.

Hodir, the protector of the frost giants and the king of winter, had been thoroughly beaten by the four dragon incarnations, and with the "mental correction" personally applied by Ra-den, he had fully regained his senses. The behemoth stood silently on his own control panel in the center of his Titan city, inputting the permission to open the cage with one hand.

His other hand was bitten off by the ferocious fire dragon Philek, but it didn't matter.

After all, Tyr Silverhand set a precedent. At worst, Mimiron could make a black mechanical hand for Hodir, so Tyr Silverhand and Hodir Blackhand could form a "crippled god" duo to debut in the Star Sea.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Hodir, the Mechagnome's protector and the Great Architect Mimiron were changing their dismantled bodies, entering their verification codes, and talking incessantly to Tyr about topics that Tyr had absolutely no interest in.

That guy had a ridiculous mechanical dwarf body, basically a round, bulging steel construct for his torso and limbs, topped with a round, chubby mechanical head, adorned with hilariously comical steel eyebrows.

His current form is clearly not what a Titan Guardian should look like.

This was all because Mimiron was a clever fellow. He was the only Guardian who sensed something was wrong when the calamity of Ulduar struck. Unfortunately, while investigating the evil deeds of Loken, he was assassinated by the King of Wisdom.

However, Mimiron's followers, the mechanical dwarves, possessed brains just as intelligent as their masters.

Upon discovering that Mimiron had died in a laboratory explosion, they immediately created a mechanical dwarf body for their master and placed his damaged mental core into this new body.

Mimiron was saved, but at the cost of going insane ever since.

Theoretically speaking, Mimiron was not actually corrupted by Yogg-Saron, since it is well known that mental spells are ineffective against madmen.

Mimiron's madness stems from damage to his mental core. Theoretically, he has the ability to repair himself, but he hasn't done so, perhaps because Mimiron thinks his current state of wild imagination is great.
Perhaps by no longer focusing on order, its previously locked-up life has gained more possibilities.

Unfortunately, when madness becomes a habit and a way of life, Mimiron truly becomes an outcast among the Guardians.

It's gone mad.

Therefore, it can bypass the Titans' laws and create some rather terrifying things in Ulduar, precisely to prevent the possible escape of the "prisoners".

All I can say is that this guy is truly true to his original intentions; even though he's gone mad, he's still thinking about saving a project that's beyond saving on his own.

What excellent nuclear-powered research equipment!

All the awakened guardians are now in this control circle located in the center of Ulduar. They stand in front of their respective consoles, entering their authorized commands to open the seal of Yogg-Saron. As a hidden passage slowly opens amidst the clash of steel, the roar of the void creatures erupts from within.

Not only Yogg-Saron, but also its minions in the abyss roared, seemingly sensing that the end was near; their roars carried a hint of desperate madness.

But Heimdall and El, who were already prepared at the entrance of the passage, didn't tolerate these Void minions at all. The moment the gate filled with Void energy opened, the two of them led the Lightning Forged Spirits and Valkyries inside.

These lesser guardians cannot directly confront the Old Gods, but they can clear the way for the nobles to fight.

However, the task of executing Yogg-Saron had long been "outsourced" by the Guardians. Didn't you see Saint Diakum warming up over there?

As a walker of light and shadow and a "traitor" currently wanted by the Sea of ​​No Light, Diakum clearly has no intention of leaving the Thousand-Throat Demon to others to deal with.

Many people warned him that his fate was about to take a huge turn.

Although he wasn't a prophet, Dick himself had this feeling that perhaps after leaving Azeroth this time, he might have to embark on a long journey to other realms as the final trial before truly stepping into the "realm of gods".

Since that's the case, before leaving Azeroth, he must fulfill the duty of a resistance fighter and personally break the last void shackle binding the body of the Supreme Star Soul.

While waiting for Yogg-Saron's cell to open, he still kept a sliver of his thoughts on the battlefield in Kul Tiras. Although there were some unexpected developments there, the progress was generally within the Vigilant's expectations, and everything was still under control.

This freed him from resorting to tricks like "divine incarnation" to interfere with the war between mortals and evil gods.

They were fighting just fine, and under Mother World's protection, they had enough power to kill that pathetic Corruptor. Why did Dick have to interfere?
The Force Wars have progressed to this point, at least on the planet Azeroth. Thanks to the Vigilant's actions, the influence of Order and the Void on the Exalted Star Soul has been completely eliminated, meaning the Exalted Star Soul is about to win true "freedom."

However, the six Force "perverts" will not give up their plans to harass Ai-chan so easily. Diakum and his Lightforged cannot stay in this world forever. One day, the creatures of this world will have to rely on themselves to protect their Mother World.

These things always require advance planning.

Seeing that the chosen ones of the world have now united to drive the ultimate creation of the void to the brink of destruction is enough to prove that they have grown to the point where they can protect the world.

Although in Dick's eyes today the Old Gods are nothing more than cannon fodder in the Force Wars, in the physical universe, the Old Gods are among the most troublesome negative energy life forms in the stars. Moreover, Azeroth is rich in resources, which has made these Old Gods "fat and strong".

If the World's Chosen of Azeroth can deal with the Old Gods without external intervention, it proves that there is truly nothing in this galaxy that can harm their World Mother under their protection.

Therefore, in a sense, Diakum's decision to let the World's Children fight was also a graduation test for the "Mortal Salvation Army".

So far, the assessment results are very good.

This proves that the esteemed Vigilant has guided these World's Chosen Ones to the right path. Although each of them is a prodigy with exceptional talent, willpower, and determination, Diakum believes that in this timeline, he has indeed played a role in leading, teaching, and inspiring these heroes.

This made him happy, and he thought he was a pretty good "teacher".

With this pleasant and satisfied feeling, the Vigilant quickly prepared for battle, but before he could step into the path that had been eroded and broken by the Void, Ra-den and Tyr stopped him.

“I know that no amount of words can express our gratitude to you, Vigilant.”

Leiden said very sincerely:

"As an enemy of the Titans, you didn't kill us; instead, you helped us."

"You can't just say that!"

Dick waved his hand and said:
"I did not intervene in anything that could be called 'helping,' and my savage nature, which has been watching closely, naturally thinks so too; otherwise, my blessing of life would have been withdrawn long ago. I merely watched you fight on your own; I did not help you, I simply chose not to attack you."

That's all. "

"But you created an opportunity for us to rescue our compatriots, which is undeniable and cannot be ignored. Although we cannot be friends, I still want to express my gratitude to you."

Leiden said:
We would like to give you a gift.

"No need, I cannot accept any of your gifts."

The vigilant shook his head and said:

"So, just don't cause any more trouble in Azeroth in the future. Whatever choices you make in the future, I will only wish you well."

"And while I'm dealing with Yogg-Saron, I hope the Ulduar node will be shut down, bringing the Unified Field of Everything to a complete halt. Is that alright?" "No problem! We'll do as you say."

Leiden said seriously:

"We will do our best to cooperate with all arrangements regarding the Unified Field of All Things. If this world is invaded by demons or void creatures before we leave, we will also activate the Titan Guardian Legion to fight for this world."

If this can express our apology, we will definitely fight to the end for the Supreme Star Soul.

"I will forge you a suit of armor, Vigilant."

Tyr stroked the Heart of Azeroth hanging on his chest and said:

"I am no longer a member of the Titan Guardians. Now I am a guardian of the world. Therefore, the armor forged by me and Azadas does not belong to the Titans. You also need such armor to protect you."

I will forge it with the finest Titan Iron and invite the Supreme Celestial Soul to bless it.

This is a gift the world bestows upon saints; I hope you will not refuse it.

"Sigh, I appreciate your kindness, but as the 'Armor Destroyer,' I've resigned myself to my fate. No matter how sturdy the armor, I won't use it more than three times in a single battle."

Dick touched his arm sadly, but then he smiled, drew a triangular emblem on his chest, and said:
"But faith is my armor, and I believe that this will, which shines like the sun, is indestructible."

Furthermore, if you really want to thank me, then I have a request.

I hope you will pass on the Titan technology you have mastered to the inhabitants of this world. This knowledge will help them better protect their home and advance their civilization.

This is the only gift I hope to receive from you.

After saying that, he waved to Mimiron, the mentally ill patient who was secretly observing him from not far away. The comical mechanical dwarf guardian paused for a moment, then casually grinned on his large face and waved back to Diakum.

However, the moment the vigilant stepped into the broken passage, a loud and piercing alarm echoed throughout the central hall.

Mimiron's expression changed, and he immediately brandished his large wrench, screaming:
"The Alpha Code has been activated! The damned Old Gods have summoned the Star Saints! Oh no, the Origin Engine is about to be activated, and world formatting is coming. We're doomed!"

"Can you stop this code?"

Odin called out, and Mimiron shook his head, saying:
"That was a signal that was transmitted instantaneously, a communication across the astral plane, incredibly fast. If I were still thinking normally, I might have been able to stop it, but I'm insane now, I don't even trust my own brain."

"To the observatory!"

Leiden waved his hand and shouted:

“Wait there for the Star Saint Observer to arrive. We must stop it from activating the Origin Engine, Vigilant, you.”

When Raiden turned around, he found that Diakum had already gone deep into the prison of the Old Gods.

The scorching sun was erupting there, melting everything. The intense heat and purifying fire forced Heimdall to lead the Heroic Spirits in a temporary retreat, as their lightning-forged bodies could not withstand the sun-like heat.

But Diakum didn't seem to care about the activation of the Alpha Code at all. Does this mean that the Vigilant didn't consider the arrival of the Star Saint Observer a troublesome problem?
Did he have this planned all along?
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"You actually dared to activate that code? Looks like you've really reached the point of no return, you pathetic wretch."

The voice of the Vigilant echoed in Yogg-Saron's cell as the Sun Fist shattered and melted the Titan's prison. Amidst the surging solar storm formed by light and heat, Diakum, carrying Ashbringer, strode into this dark land that had remained untouched for hundreds of thousands of years.

Behind him, swirling ashes could be faintly seen drifting away in the scorching light.

That was a Void Legion created by Yogg-Saron with his own black blood, capable of withstanding the most elite Titan Guardians, but it couldn't even buy a few minutes against Deckard.

This is a "descended god"!
He shouldn't have appeared in Ulduar, a place under the Force's control. However, Yogg-Saron had no connections or background, so he couldn't contact a GM to ban this cheater's account.

It could only hide in the filthy pits it had corroded, facing the approaching incarnation of the sun with despair, madness, and fear.

Every step that guy took left a molten golden footprint on the ground of this Titan's Cage; even the materials that could trap the Old Gods couldn't withstand this high temperature.

"I am coming."

He stopped and spoke to the silent cage, where only the solar storm swirled:

"Stop running away, face your destiny."

"Don't use Holy Light."

Yogg-Sarona, its gaping maw filled with sharp teeth, its indescribable body, like a monster of the abyss, rose from the corrosive, filthy pit. With its ferocious, wildly waving tentacles, it pleaded:
"Let me return to the void. In our nature of being strong and prey on the weak, let me become a part of you so that we may embrace eternity."

So humbling.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, how could I believe that such weak words would come from the mouth of an ancient god who longed to devour the world?

However, Yogg-Saron did try to resist, but what could it use to stand against such a sun god?
This is not an enemy it should be facing at all.

Devourer of Worlds, Titan God, Eternal One of Death, Sargeras of Fel Energy
These are Diakum's real rivals.

When the Vigilant stepped into Azeroth, these dark evil spirits failed to kill him when he was still weak, so he was left with no choice but to face this desperate situation where he could only pray for his own good fortune.

"You have a lot of demands, but considering that the deceased also have human rights, well then."

The usually mild-mannered Vigilant put away Ashbringer and did not use Twilight's Hammer this time either.

He took out the Spirit-Slaying Battle Axe that devoured everything, and the Dark Heart, like the "Eye of the Eclipse," hovered above Dick's shoulder, surrounding him and yearning for more nourishment.

But this greedy gluttonous artifact was already filled with the darkness of the eclipse. It was not Dimensius's insatiable stomach. It had to empty itself first before it could hold more delicacies.

"I've endured too much of Anser's eclipse pain, and sometimes I just want to release it, so..."

He stretched out his hand, surging with black light, toward the trembling Yogg-Saron. The eclipse illusion, long dormant, floated up, its light extinguished, and he whispered:
"Come on, help me with part of it."

(End of this chapter)