Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 621, Section 82. Holding this Black Corrosion Sword, smiling as he faces the Evil Star Saint, Titan is shit.

Painful sobs and cries echoed in Yogg-Saron's cell, like a chilling dark wind constantly blowing from within.

This left Heimdall and El, who were guarding outside the broken passage, looking at each other in bewilderment.

The two ancient beings, who had followed the Guardians in overthrowing the Dark Empire, were well-informed. They had witnessed the collapse of the Dark Empire's cities and the Old Gods and their servants being stuffed into the cage of order like dogs with broken spines.

They had even witnessed firsthand the horrific state of these dark and malevolent creatures being beaten to the brink of death by the power of order.

If the Pantheon hadn't killed Y'Shaarj so violently, directly damaging Azeroth, and if the Old Gods hadn't driven their tentacles into the heart of the world, making them difficult to remove by force, these guys wouldn't be alive today.

Even so, Heimdall had never heard such a mournful cry before.

Is this truly the roar of an ultimate creation of the void, an Old God? What happened to Yogg-Saron, the ultimate monster who single-handedly corrupted the entire Ulduar?
"Powerful Heroic Spirits, we request entry into Yogg-Saron's cell!"

The Bronzebeard brothers quickly arrived with several earth spirits and made a request to Heimdall.

Each of them carried a large bag of "artifact fragments," and the earth spirits behind them also held fragments and molds. All four earth spirits of Kaz'aga had come to protect them. Clearly, the "Valannar Hammer of the Ancient Kings" was of great significance to the earth spirit race, forcing them to do everything in their power to deal with this matter.

In order to find these fragments lost throughout Ulduar, the earthen of Khaz'aga were forced to participate in the entire attack on Ulduar. They suffered heavy losses, but earthen are creatures with "immortality." As long as the Holy Hammer can be reforged, the earthen who died in battle that day can be safely resurrected.

However, the final step in reforging this artifact is quite troublesome.

"We found the mechanical gnomes under Mimiron's command, and they said that the Holy Hammer is broken beyond repair, and that Mimiron made it himself. Now he's gone mad!"

He himself was unable to restore the sacred object.

But those mechanical dwarfs gave us an alternative.

In response to Heimdall's questioning, Brian Bronzebeard pointed to the Titan mold that Merix was holding behind him and shouted:
"Those mechanical gnomes said that the stomach acid of the Old Gods could melt all the materials in the world, so all we had to do was put the fragments into the old artifact mold, and then throw the mold into Yogg-Saron's mouth. Once the artifact was reshaped into its complete form, they could take care of the rest for us."

This is a matter of life and death for the Earth Spirit Civilization!

Please do me a favor.

The cautious gatekeeper carefully examined the artifact fragment in Brian Bronzebeard's hand, then glanced at the earth spirits whose faces were filled with pleading and anger.

He whispered a few words to El, then spoke seriously to the dwarf and the earth spirit:

“I’ve heard what happened in Kaz'aga, and I regret the rudeness our comrades showed you. But the problem is, it’s not that I won’t let you in. The Vigilantes are executing Yogg-Saron; listen to the screams inside.”

If you think going in now is a good idea

"Uh."

This answer left the earth spirits and dwarves looking at each other in bewilderment.

They thought the screams were coming from some weakling, but they never expected it to be the ancient god howling.

What the hell!

Vigilant, what are you doing, you poor Old God? What kind of hellish Argus Ten Tortures is this?

Amero, this is not something a righteous person should do! Stop it!

"But it's screaming like that, it probably won't last much longer, right? If we don't move now, and Yogg-Saron is killed, won't this hammer be impossible to reforge? Fine, I'll take a gamble."

Muradin gritted his teeth, opened the mold, and had the others put the fragments of Valanar's Hammer into it. Then, he grabbed the mold and prepared to rush inside.

As soon as he started rushing into the broken path melted by light and heat, Muradin felt himself being dragged into another illusion by the erosion of the dark wind.

He felt as if he had entered a pitch-black swamp, where he could not see his own hand in front of his face, and could only vaguely see strange "stone pillars" scattered around him.

They are of varying heights and shapes.

Muradin swallowed hard, feeling a chill creeping up his spine. He hugged the mold tightly and stepped forward, only to be startled as he approached the stone pillar.

This isn't a stone pillar at all!

This is clearly a human being.

A humanoid creature of unknown race maintained a posture of raising its arms to embrace the sun, but its entire body was devoid of flesh and bones, and was entirely shaped from solidified ash.

It's as if he has transformed himself into kindling to ignite a flame, offering everything to the sun, leaving only this burnt-out remains.

Muradin looked back and saw that the dark swamp was littered with such "burnt remains," and it was impossible to tell how many "embers without fire" there were, but it must have been a rather exaggerated number.

Muradin even saw bison among them!
Yes, the ember statues of the Tauren of Azeroth and some Zandalari trolls have stood here for who knows how long.

"This is not a place for you, get out!"

A voice urged Muradin on, causing the dwarf to look up sharply and see a staggering figure approaching from the darkness ahead.

"Your Majesty Kael'thas?"

The dwarf exclaimed:
"How come you also... Oh, yes, you also worship the sun? Do you also want to transform yourself into the fuel to ignite the sun?"

"That's not the case. We, the people of the sun, already have a plan."

Kael'thas urged:

"Get out of here! You cannot walk on this eclipse-covered land, or you will soon have all your life force drained away."

"This isn't something I wanted to do."

With a pained expression, Muradin told Kai everything that had just happened. Kai nodded and gently pushed Muradin on the shoulder. The dwarf immediately felt his consciousness being enveloped by warm flames, exiting the illusion and returning to his body, which was still in a running posture.

In his last glimpse, he clearly saw the cold, eclipsed sun above the dark swamp and in the sky.

It was like a dim, pale eye, staring at it mercilessly.

Muradin shuddered; the usually fearless King of the Dwarf Hills was genuinely terrified this time.

But having already reached the entrance to Yogg-Saron's cell, it was too late to escape. So he gritted his teeth, activated the Mountain King's transformation, and temporarily returned to his stone statue form.

He rushed into the even deeper darkness before him, ready to fight the dangerous monster, however...
"boom"

Cold fingers pressed down on Muradin's head, easily stopping the Mountain King's charge, as easily as a big man catching a basketball. When the dark wind dissipated, the dwarf looked up and saw the smiling Saint Diakum looking at him.

It is neither in the form of a Holy Spirit nor in the form of emptiness; it is simply in the form of an ordinary human being.

He seemed like an ordinary Eredar, but given the surrounding hellish darkness and Yogg-Saron's continued screams and wails, this "ordinary person passing through" was probably the most dangerous thing here.

What are you doing running in here?

Dick asked in surprise:
“I almost sent you to jail, but luckily Kael'thas helped you out. You shouldn’t have come.”

"Um... I was just helping out."

Muradin quickly handed over the mold he was holding and explained the situation. Diakum shrugged and said with a sneer:

"Does it really require the stomach acid of the ancient gods to forge it? What's the big deal? Couldn't you just tell me?"

He stretched out his finger and placed it on the mold. In an instant, terrifying light and heat converged at Diakum's fingertip, rapidly heating the Titan mold. A few seconds later, Muradin heard the metal inside the mold "boiling".

The fragments of Valanar were melted and reforged, then rapidly annealed under the cold entropy energy, before Diakum took them out and tossed them in his hand.

Only the hammerhead was reshaped; the handle could be custom-made by Mimir.

He casually blessed the earth spirit's artifact of creation with holy light, then tossed it to Muradin, saying:
"It's done. Let's leave now. We'll need to stay here for a while."

Dwarves are a very curious race.

Muradin Bronzebeard knew he should leave now, but he couldn't help glancing in Yogg-Saron's direction.

Then he saw the Heart of Darkness hovering above the head of the Old God, pouring its "darkness" onto the body of the Thousand-Throat Demon.

Yogg-Saron's indescribable body no longer possessed any of the characteristics of Void corruption; only layers upon layers of black fire remained "burning." The Old God's powerless tentacles lay at the edge, and Muradin clearly saw that the tentacles had transformed into a cold form of "fireless embers." This was a sacrifice!
No wonder the ancient gods cried out so pitifully.

In a flash of inspiration, the dwarf realized that the saint Diakum was turning the ancient god into "firewood," using its life force to ignite the sun.

What the hell!

Is it even possible to do it this way?

Using the life force of the void to ignite the symbol of holy light—that's quite a move.

Muradin satisfied his curiosity and prepared to leave, clutching the reforged Valanar warhammer's head. However, the next second, a chain of entropy energy swung up from the dark wind and grabbed his leg.

In the dwarf's difficult and terrified turn of his head, he saw the Saint Diakum in his void form.

The latter looked at him helplessly and said in Shasyar:
"You saw what you shouldn't have seen, and you think you can leave without leaving something behind? You dwarf who can't control your eyes. You know, it suddenly occurred to me that if dwarves worship the god of the forge, then you actually also have a 'fire' lineage."
So come, Muradin Bronzebeard.

"Let's pass the fire together."

"Huh? No!!!"

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Ra-den and a group of guardians rushed to the Ulduar Observatory, only to be stopped by three dragons in disguise.

"Don't go in!"

Philek, leaning on a skull axe wreathed in Sulfuras's fire, squatted like a street urchin on the severed stone statue at the observatory entrance, flicking its lava-covered tail and barking menacingly:

"We'll take care of things here. You giants, go do what you're supposed to do."

"You don't understand!"

Odin, somewhat impatient, stepped forward and rebuked him:

"The Star Saint Observers are coming. They are the messengers and eyes of the Pantheon. They are responsible for assessing the development of each Titan world. Once they find that a world is not advancing its civilization according to the perfect blueprint planned by the Titans, they will initiate the formatting command."

Source Engine!

understand?

The Star Saint has the authority to activate that thing. Once it arrives in Azeroth, everything you are currently protecting will be completely destroyed within minutes.

"Actually, we understand; we know what a Star Saint is."

Wiranoz raised her hand, and amidst the chilling air blocking her way, she said coldly:

"Precisely because we know how dangerous it is, we don't need you to worry about it. In our eyes, it is nothing more than another evil act committed in the name of 'order,' representing the tyrannical will of the Titans."

Therefore, in the name of the world, it is doomed!

"Can you really deal with Star Saint?"

Tyre said:
"That thing is a superior energy entity. Claws and fangs are useless against it, but it can simulate the energy of the Big Bang and can crush almost everything mortal."

"I don't know if Ilyudicon will work."

Leaning against the goalpost with his arms crossed, Lysages casually remarked:

"But our Stonescale Dragon looks very confident; it wants to take on that guy one-on-one, and our job is to make sure you don't interfere. So, let's all give each other some face."

"Don't cause trouble. We'd rather have some peace and quiet and don't want to beat you up, okay?"

Do you think I would entrust the fate of the world to a dragon that I cannot trust?

Odin clenched his fist and roared:
"Get out of the way! I don't doubt your determination to protect the world, I just doubt your ability."

"Tch, shut up, you stupid giant who got frozen by Vilanoz's Ice Storm."

Philek provocatively said:

"You can't even get past me, so what are you pretending to be so big for?"

Odin was about to step forward but was held back by Tyr and Thorim on either side. It wasn't a matter of whether he could win or not; Freya even waved her cane, signaling her companions to retreat immediately.

"The life force of that stone-scaled dragon inside is strange!"

The guardian of life whispered to Leiden:
"It is just an elemental dragon, very strong but not so strong that it is impossible to deal with. However, there is a strange power within Ilyudicon."

very dangerous!
It resembles emptiness, but it is not pure emptiness.
It is alive, and it has achieved a kind of coexistence and parasitism with the Stone Scale Dragon. It is very thirsty and looks forward to devouring a life that can satisfy its hunger.

That was malice directed at the Force of Order. Although these three dragons spoke rudely, they were indeed protecting us.

You can't go in!

Otherwise, we'll be attacked by that monster.

Freya was the Titan Guardian with the deepest understanding of the concept of life, and after she said that, Odin calmed down.

But they couldn't just retreat like that, so they stayed outside the observatory with the dragons who had transformed into them.

Once the Stone Scale Dragon fails, they will rush in and kill the Star Saint Observer here.

Although those guys are also followers of the Pantheon and belong to the Titan Guardians just like them, the situation in Azeroth is indeed special right now, and rigid laws can no longer be used to deal with all of this.

Meanwhile, at the Odur Observatory.

The Stone Scale Dragon sat cross-legged in its somber, illusory form in this dark place adorned with starlight, where even the floor was sculpted from starlight.

It seemed to be meditating, or perhaps waiting for the enemy to arrive.

The astronomical control console in front of them was constantly flashing with light, which meant that a Star Saint had received the code from Ulduar and was rushing from the Astral Plane to Azeroth.

Its speed is astonishing; it is expected to arrive in the material world in twenty-seven seconds.

It's coming soon.

Beneath the hood of the Stone Scale Dragon, its eyes gleamed with anticipation and longing. It stretched out its claws, crafted from rock, and caressed its heart.

It felt the heart beating as steadily as the earth, and the slight "reverberation" that always mingled within it.

I am the elemental "scabbard," and the sharp blade within it is eager to be drawn and draw blood. I have sacrificed too much to earn the honor of wielding this "god-slaying sword."

Today's battles and obstacles are destined to be just the first test of this sword's sharpness, but I possess it and nurture it not just to kill some ignorant Star Saint.

Thank you for giving me this opportunity.

The stone-scaled dragon let out a low laugh. Its heart, once filled with hatred and anger, was now filled with gratitude and peace brought on by repentance.

The starlight is dancing.

This dark land is being illuminated, and amidst the convergence of starlight, a giant composed of starlight quietly appears. The moment its feet touch the earth of the material world, Ilyudicon also stands up.

It did not enter its true form as a dragon, but instead waved its hand casually.

As the star giant retreated a few steps in a defensive maneuver, a black, edgeless sword formed from the absorption of all light fell into the hands of the stone-scaled dragon.

It doesn't even look like a sword; it's more like a sculpted "light."

"friend."

Perhaps it was because of its bond with this "Godslayer Blade" that it inexplicably licked its lips and whispered:
"You look delicious."

(End of this chapter)