Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 63 18. Congratulations on winning the second place in the “Who is the Saint’s Most Hated Guy” competition!

【Updated on 21/50】, I can’t write the title anymore.

(Additional update for the "Gugu who eats meatballs" brother [1/5])
The weak elemental lords in the world of Draenor were almost forced into a desperate situation.

The power of the filthy knowledge granted by the Burning Legion's great demon lord is obviously far superior to them, and the cursed code runes that Gul'dan spent several years secretly forging are also magical items that are completely effective against elemental forces.

This wave of defeat was unintentional, and considering the elements' arrogance and unpreparedness, their defeat was indeed not unfair.

As the old saying goes, only when you are down and out can you learn to respect others. This principle also applies to the generally less intelligent elements.

Compared to the elemental spirits' aggressive and invincible attitude of "I'll beat up anyone who dares to get close to me" when the garrisons just charged into the battlefield, the elemental lords who had barely escaped the disaster were obviously much more "rational" at this time.

Under the constant calling of Ner'zhul, they have realized that these blue-skinned Draenei are friends and helpers.

In view of the current dire situation, the elemental lords wisely ordered their servants to assist the Draenei in defeating the orc warlocks.

Now, the numerical comparison on the battlefield was instantly reversed.

Although most of the warlocks and barbarians under Gul'dan had drunk the blood of demons, facing the brave elite garrisons and rangers as well as the assistance of the elements, the line they had been trying hard to maintain was breached in several places almost instantly.

The scene at this collapsed site became even more chaotic.

The most cunning Blood Ring Hunters have begun calling their two-headed dragons or simply riding their wolves to take advantage of the chaos to break out. As good hunters in the Nataan Jungle, these orcs who have been fighting the dangerous jungle since birth often lack a sense of honor in battle, but their desire to survive is frighteningly high.

Driven by their "timely advance", those orc warlocks who had not yet been surrounded by the Draenei and elements also began to retreat.

You can't say these guys are immoral!
After all, for warlocks, survival is the greatest moral principle, and abandoning their companions and comrades for the sake of survival is commonplace for them. This is what Gul'dan taught them. Therefore, in this critical moment, these outstanding warlocks have no psychological pressure at all to abandon their mentor Gul'dan.

Almost in an instant, Gul'dan found himself in a desperate situation where he seemed to be in a dilemma of "dying if he didn't fight".

Even more desperate was the sight of the Draenei saint, wrapped in holy light like the scorching sun and walking towards him with scorching devotion under his feet. Gul'dan clearly realized at this moment that even if he chose to fight, he would most likely die.

This guy can kill Kilrogg Deadeye in seconds!
Although Kilrogg is the oldest of all the legendary chiefs and his physical strength and combat effectiveness have declined the most, the fact that the latter's combat experience and survival skills are of no use in the battle actually speaks volumes.

The Draenei saint in front of him not only had extraordinary strength, but his combat experience and skills were also beyond his imagination.

that's the truth.

After all, during the 25,000 years of sleep, Dick did nothing but fight against various simulated enemies. Except for his poor performance against those super-giant enemies, in those endless simulated battles, Dick achieved quite rich results against other enemies.

This naturally includes humanoid creatures and various orcs.

Kilrogg Deadeye's instant kill may seem exaggerated, but in Dick's calm mind, this was his seventeenth time to defeat the Bleeding Hollow Chieftain without taking any damage.

Well, the problem is coming.

During those long simulated battles, had Dick ever faced Gul'dan alone? What was his record against the orcish warlock?
"You remind me of someone!"

Dick walked towards Gul'dan, who was still trying to repair his crumbling fel shield.

The diehard followers of the First Warlock tried their best to stop this terrifying giant of light, but even with bare hands, Dick's hand of holy flame was enough to break their defenses at the moment of contact and burn them to ashes in the next move.

A demon-blood guard pounced on him, but was strangled in mid-air by Dick without even having to throw a punch.

He pulled over and headbutted the opponent to smash his skull, then swung the burning body as a hammer to knock over the struggling warlock on the other side, and finally added a finishing kick to make the holy light burn like fire.

The legendary and superior strength attribute bestowed by the body of Naaru allowed him to absolutely crush these demon-blooded orcs with every blow. Even if the opponent was holding a shield, he could not withstand the supreme slash and penetrating burning of the milky white holy flame bestowed by the Brilliant Dawn.

You know, the sacred damage that comes with holy light has the noble attribute of "ignoring armor".

"You remind me of Thal'kiel! His name used to be the Inspirer, and now his name is the Shaper. He is the first warlock among the Eredar, just like you are the first warlock among the orcs."

Dick's voice was deep and powerful, and his pitch rose with each unstoppable step forward, as if momentum was building, like a heavy tank accelerating.

Slow, heavy, but unstoppable.

Gul'dan was panicking.

Even though this was only his first meeting with the Sentinel, he could already sense from the other party's subtle attitude the incomprehensible killing intent that this Draenei had for him.

I have indeed done a lot of bad things
But he didn't think that any bad thing he had done was directly related to the saint in front of him!

Did I steal your rice or your dog?

Is it necessary to leave no way out like this?
But he knew that reasoning was useless against someone who had murderous intentions and power in his hands!

He is a sorcerer who is better at explaining physics than reasoning.

So when Dick killed his loyal guards and was about to step onto the spellcasting plateau, Gul'dan decisively crushed the fel talisman in his hand.

Two torn vortexes of fel energy instantly appeared around this guy. Along with the stench of burnt sulfur, a huge fel lord and a high-level soul-catcher like a fel ghost entered the material world with wild laughter.

That was the demonic curse that the Supreme Polluter gave him for self-defense while giving him the mission of polluting the world.

Gul'dan knew he had to flee.

The arrangement of the curse code has failed. If he dies here, the result will be very ugly, even though his soul stone has been placed in the safest place in advance with his cunning wisdom.

That means his soul is temporarily immortal.

But if possible, he would not want to experience a painful death. He was just bad, not a perverted sadist who liked Ace's love.

"Sachir is just like you. Led by some dark temptation, he surrendered to the Legion and wanted to sacrifice his world to the Dark Titan. He kept saying that this was for our own good, just like you are now inciting your people to turn the spearhead of war against my innocent people.

Every era has such despicable souls, who are always very good at convincing themselves that they hold hypocritical righteousness and do things that are horrific to others and the world.
You two bastard demons!

What are you laughing at?

Dick's voice was almost a roar.

The moment he killed at least seventeen high-level warlocks along the way, paved a path of burning skulls and ashes and stepped onto the spellcasting plateau, the two upper demons summoned by Gul'dan also entered the material world at this moment.

The tall Fel Lord held a giant demon steel axe in his hand, while the high-level Soul Catcher floated in the air with only the upper half of its hideous body visible, while the lower half was completely a broken shadow woven by fel energy.

It carries a soul cage burning with evil fire on its back. Every time it moves, the miserable wails of thousands of suffering souls can be heard from the cage, like some kind of cold accompaniment, which always makes the demons laugh wildly with joy.

Just like now.

The two higher demons had already smelled the battle, blood, and death taking place here before entering the material world.

They liked this kind of environment, they enjoyed this kind of environment, and they were extremely eager to reap the souls of the weak in this weak world. However, as soon as their laughter sounded, it was suppressed by Dick's roar.

The high-level soul-teller Dezox could not stand this kind of humiliation. He roared and swung his evil fire claws to kill the shining Draenei.

But it didn't notice that the Fel Lord Kurazma, who appeared with it and had worked with it to harvest countless souls over the past thousands of years, was now stunned.

The huge, ferocious and extremely violent Fel Lord seemed to have seen the most terrifying scene in his life, or as if he had seen something he was most afraid of when he was "young". He grasped his magic steel battle axe that had executed countless weak people and shattered countless souls.

Not only did he not follow his violent companions, on the contrary, this evil lord known for his strength and cruelty took an inaudible step back.

It recognized Diakum!

It recognized the Sentinel of Argus!
It recognized the most hated enemy of High Lord Zakuun's life.

It recognized the "Holy Light Butcher" who had disappeared from the starry sea for more than 20,000 years!
"Don't go over there!!! Run!"

This was the last warning the Fel Lord Kuraz'mal could offer his reckless companions.

However it was still a step too late.

At the moment when the high-level soul-catcher Dezox grinned and smashed the soul cage behind him towards Dick, and released the suffering mad souls inside to attack the Holy Light Walker as minions, the already scorching light completely transformed from gold to scorching white.

Dick could clearly feel the pure light surging within him.

His accumulation of momentum and the charging of the Brilliant Sun were complete, and the burning of holy power was approaching the "limit of mortals". The holy light roiling in his body even made him feel a slight burning pain. He urgently needed to release this burning holy rage.

[Warning! The burning of holy power has exceeded the limit! It is about to enter the "sanctification" state!]

As that warning flashed before his eyes, at the moment when the thousands of claws of the suffering soul touched Dick's body, the incarnation of the "Sanctified Seraph" carrying the wrath of revenge descended on this dirty and filthy highland.

No longer simply and exaggeratedly spreading golden wings, Diakum's Seraph burst at this moment presented a rare "enhanced state" under the coverage of the "sanctified" holy power.

The scorching light exploded in the shape of a swirling storm, and five pairs of ten platinum beam wings along with holy armor covered Dick, just like the 1:1 Archangel King Guard he had personally made for himself. The moment the white holy and pure hood covered him, the light floating in front of his eyes turned into a "Holy Feather Glory" greatsword wrapped in white holy fire amid the roar of the brilliant day that vibrated in his chest.

The elegant and domineering "Light-molded Divine Weapon" was suspended in the platinum-colored flames, and was then grabbed by Dick.

Cast light into a sword, unsheath the holy power!
"boom"

The surrounding sanctified sacred storm swept through with just one blow, burning thousands of suffering souls released by the Soul Catcher into ashes in the scorching light burst of the Sun Herald. Amid the grateful cries of those purified souls as if they had found rest, the soul cage made of magic steel that fell in front of him was shattered by Sanctified Dick's punch.

The evil energy erupted in resistance but was then suppressed by the huge amount of burning holy power.

They are ignited, ravaged, and destroyed!

Even the high-level soul-catchers were numb.

It never expected that its killer move couldn't even stop the opponent.

But at the moment it retreated, with the flapping of the Seraph's white beam wings, the Sentinel appeared behind it like a ghost of light, and its left hand covered with holy gauntlets pressed down the head of the Soul-Taker Dzoks, and its right hand swung the greatsword, and the extremely standard execution sentence then fell.

The light erupted again, obscuring the stunned Gul'dan and his few remaining fel lord guards.

When the holy light faded, the high-level soul-catcher didn't even have time to scream before Dick opened the five-fingered claws on his left hand and turned into a ball of hot ashes that was blown away.

The fel lord assigned to guard Gul'dan experienced a "pupil earthquake" when he saw this scene.

Without a word, it turned around and ran towards the fel rift that had led it into the material world. Its posture didn't look like that of a violent higher-level demon at all, but more like a crying fel imp that had been kicked.

But I have to run!

Laymen were just watching the fun, such as the Draenei garrison officers, who only thought that Saint Diakum was a god of holy light at that moment, but only experts knew the value of Dick's attack just now.

Dezox was crushed to ashes!

The soul of a high-ranking demon like the High Soulteller never returned to the Twisting Nether! It's dead!
Killed by Diakum, it won't even have a chance to be resurrected!

The Twisting Nether, which bred trillions of demons, has completely lost a child. The ancient demonic horror stories are true! Those "demon elders" who participated in the Thirty Days of Argus did not deceive it!

Demons killed by the Holy Light Butcher will have their souls destroyed, and even the power to "run corpses" in the twisting void will be deprived.

That is obviously something more terrifying to them than death.

"boom"

Just as the Fel Lord approached the vortex that could send him back to the warm twisting void, a ray of light that could cut through the evil appeared before his eyes. As he watched in despair, another small "Seraphim" flashed out from the light and shattered the fel vortex, blocking all his escape routes.

The Kings Guards were holding greatswords in front of them, and the terrifying Holy Light Butcher was "flying" towards them with a sword in hand.

The Fel Lord only had one choice left.

Brave demons, when eternal death is inevitable, hold your weapons tightly and fight for the dignity of the children of the twisting void and the elites of the Burning Legion!
"what!"

The Fel Lord Kurazmaar turned around, gripped the heavy magic steel axe with both hands, and rushed towards Dick with an explosion of terrifying muscles, chopping him with the most perfect "Soul-Splitting Slash" he had ever made in his life.

That is the Fel Lord's signature skill, said to be able to shatter all souls.

However.
The scorching white holy flame flashed as the Lightforged Blade slashed down. When the Seraph appeared behind the Fel Lord, the white sword mark that was cut from top to bottom appeared on the body of the huge upper demon.

Searing holy fire erupted from it, and in a breath shaped by Gul'dan's fear, the fel lord and its axe turned into a skull of light.

"The demons recognized me. They knew who I was and what I would do to them. So, filled with fear, they chose to flee. A wise decision! Unfortunately, they overestimated their own strength."

Dick's face couldn't be seen clearly under the holy hood, just like a deep darkness against the backdrop of brightness.

He had already arrived beside Gul'dan, flapping his wings of light beams and hanging in the air, separated by the pathetic translucent fel shield.

Gul'dan looked at him in horror, but the saint looked at the end of his fate.

他 说:

"You Gul'dan! The conceited First Warlock. Do you have a clear understanding of your own power? Do you know who I am?"

Gul'dan knew that answering this question in this situation would only make him look weak, but facing the "Sanctified" Dick, whose momentum had accumulated to the extreme by killing two upper demons in seconds, there was very little he could do.

He moved his mouth.

He tried his best to stop his damn hands and legs from shaking! He tried his best not to look like a coward!
But at this moment, he despairingly discovered that he had no will to resist the holy light monster in front of him, just like when he first faced Lord Cenarius the Polluter.

When the gap in individual strength is too great, even resistance becomes a luxury.

He is already a legendary warlock!

He proudly believed that there were no more than five people in the entire Draenor world who could fight with him, even the legendary demigod prophet of the Draenei. The opponent's weak desire for peace obviously greatly weakened Velen's fighting power. Gul'dan felt that he could fight when he had the advantage.

But at this moment, this ridiculously arrogant cognition was undoubtedly crushed by Dick's "wonderful performance".

Even the absolute strength of the Sentinel in the sanctified state did not exceed the legendary level. Theoretically, he could fight with the opponent, but Gul'dan knew clearly at this moment that he could not be the opponent of the "Sentinel Saint" in front of him.

It turns out that the orcs' ancestor warlock knew nothing about "power"!
"boom"

Swinging the sword for the first time.

The Holy Feather Radiance Greatsword forged by the Holy Flame tore through the fel shield. The Kings Guard didn't even try to replicate the attack, as there was no need for it to intervene.

It wasn't exactly a fight.

This was not only an execution-style execution, but also a declaration with a certain symbolism.

Otherwise, Dick would have had no need to push himself into the dangerous "sanctification" state to ensure that he could kill Gul'dan quickly and efficiently.

There is a gap in the strength between the two under normal circumstances, but it is certain that with the assistance of Archbishop Naeri and the elemental lords of Draenor, Dick can definitely kill the young version of Gul'dan, who has reached the limit of his strength after being favored by the fel after pushing the Horde to massacre the world of Draenor.

Even a born villain who will be infamous for eternity needs time to grow up.

But Dick still pushed himself into sanctification, not only to test the limits of his own strength, but also to use Gul'dan's failure to encourage the Draenei and inspire his own people not to fear the war started by the orcs!

He also wants to use the tragic defeat and death of the First Warlock to declare to the warlike orcs and the demons behind them that if they want to defeat the Draenei, they must first get past the Sentinels!
Therefore, this scene can be regarded as a "show match", and Gul'dan is just the poor supporting role used to highlight the power of the Holy Light.

"boom"

The scorching gauntlets shattered the Chaos Arrow that Gul'dan had thrown out with gritted teeth. The fel energy had not yet fully gathered when it was shattered and consumed by the blazing holy light. The five scorching fingers then clasped the orc warlock's shoulder, like the touch of the hand of the sun, crushing his broken bones the moment of contact.

The good news is that Gul'dan no longer feels the pain of broken bones.

The bad news was that at this moment, his whole body could only feel the burning heat as if he was thrown into magma.

The Holy Feathered Greatsword shaped by the Holy Light in Dick's hand turned into feathers of light and dissipated. His right hand pressed on Gul'dan's forehead, just like a "classic remake" in the future that would make countless Alliance dogs and Horde pigs furious.

As the endless platinum holy flame was poured from his palm into Gul'dan's body, tearing lines like cracks in high-temperature glass spread from the orc warlock's forehead to his cheeks, then to his neck and finally to his entire body.

It set his robes on fire and burned his flesh.

Gul'dan was in so much pain that he couldn't even speak.

He could only hear Dick saying to him in an echoing voice:
"I hate Thal'kiel! Not only because he turned to the devil and wanted to sell my hometown and people to Sargeras! But also because he chose to give up when he could have fought, and called this cowardice wisdom.

I loathe you, too! Gul'dan.

Not only are you trying to follow in Thal'kiel's footsteps, sacrificing your people and the world to the Burning Legion, but you're even more despicable than Thal'kiel! He at least uses racial justice to cover himself up, while you don't hide the fact that all the evil you do is just for personal gain.

You are a real villain!

An evil person who was born in despair and wants to spread his despair to the world; an evil spirit who was born in hell and wants to turn the world of others into hell.

I know your Soul Stone is hidden.

The annihilation of your body means you have a second chance to face me, but that doesn't matter!
You drank the devil's blood, which means you have embarked on the path of evil energy, so this time I will only take half of your despicable soul, and leave the remaining half in your hands for now.

Run away with your fear and resentment, away from the devil shining with holy light who wakes you screaming in every dream, and pray to your filthy gods, begging you not to fall into my hands again!

Gul'dan.

In the name of the Holy Light and Draenor, I sentence you to...burn at the stake!"

"boom"

The moment the execution was announced, Gul'dan's body, which was filled with white holy flames, exploded horrifyingly.

There was no blood or bones falling. All his flesh and blood had been burned and ignited before the explosion, leaving only a pile of ashes shining with resentment and fear.

When Dick turned around, all the flesh and blood on the orc skull in his hand had been peeled off, and the smooth skull represented Gul'dan's first death.

There is no honor, only despair.

There was no fighting, only execution.

The white holy light of "Sanctified Seraph" also peeled off from the sentinel at this moment, and his exaggerated and majestic cold "divinity" dissipated as the light faded, bringing the gentle saint back to the world again.

At the highest point of the battlefield, Diakum held high the "Skull of the First Warlock" in his hand under the gaze of the Draenei garrison officers.

He glanced at the orcs on the battlefield, whose minds were wavering. He said:
"Put down your weapons! This is your last chance."

"lay down your weapon!"

The first to react was Ner'zhul.

The old orc pounced on him like crazy, snatched the battle axe from the hands of a young Shadowmoon orc and threw it into the lava beside him, forcing him to lower his head and not provoke the terrifying Sentinel.

Under the hoarse and stern rebuke of Ner'zhul, the warlocks who came from the Shadowmoon Clan but witnessed the tragedy of Gul'dan were frightened. In their confusion and fear, they rationally gave up resistance.

No one thought they could defeat a holy light monster like the one just now, but unfortunately, something like demonic blood was obviously harmful to brain health.

There are still some violent guys who are getting carried away.

Or perhaps they didn't see how Dick executed Gul'dan, they still tried to fight.

This made Dick feel regretful, so he raised his hand and waved it downwards. At the moment when the King's Guards beside him rushed to the battlefield, the Draenei garrison officers became more motivated.

They excitedly shouted the names of the Sentinels and Saints and launched a one-sided massacre, targeting those orcs who still had weapons in their hands.

The elemental spirits quietly withdrew from the battlefield at this time. The elemental lords of Draenor seemed to be preparing to retreat, but just as the fire lord Isennatus sank his body into the magma, the flowing wings on Dick's shoulders appeared again. He turned around and looked at the elemental lords and said:

"The battle isn't over yet, everyone. When you see the demons coming here, you should know that the war has just begun. If you don't actively prepare for war with the rebels, where are you going?"

The tone was gentle.

But Dick did not stop the burning of holy power, but continued to push the momentum higher.

When they were about to re-enter the combat state of burning holy power, this inquiry finally turned into substantial pressure and was exerted on the four elemental lords.

They knew that the "Warrior of Light" shaped by holy light in front of them obviously had something to say.

They have just endured the torture of the curse code and have no choice. If they don't want to fight with the elemental fusion as they did when facing Gul'dan, then they can only listen here patiently.

But Dick did not immediately respond to the silence of the elements. The battle was not over yet, and the meeting was still missing the last participant.

In this silence, he bent down and picked up the last fragment of the curse code left by Gul'dan. As the ghost wolf Gora approached with fear and vigilance, Nai Li jumped down and walked quickly to Dick's side.

The Archbishop held his hand with some concern and said softly:
"You were not in the right state just now! That was not the real you, Dick."

"Of course not. That was the rebirth that Naaru bestowed upon me. Um, the guidance of glory?"

Dick looked at the garrison officers who were still fighting. He stroked the pinky ring on his little finger and said softly:
"The closer I draw to the essence of Holy Light, the further mortal emotions drift from me. The more I burn with Holy Power, the purer the Light's call to me becomes. But don't worry, I can still find a way back."
You, your people, and the world oath you made to Argus are my anchor to the human world.

As long as you exist, as long as my hometown remains unrecovered, as long as my oath and my moral principles exist, I will never lose my way in that brilliant light."

(End of this chapter)