Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 632, page 93: My brother's become successful, but I don't have any gifts to give him, so I might as well give him a child.

"Oh, so Emperor Lothar isn't wearing the Emperor's Sword. Looks like you were right."

In the lively yet solemn ceremony, the sharp-eyed Archbishop Nelly immediately noticed that Lothar, who appeared in black and gold ceremonial armor, had an empty hand.

This made her reach out and nudge Diakum, whispering something.

"Be serious, don't talk. We're in the main seats, and everyone else is watching."

Diakum maintained the compassionate smile befitting a saint, and responded with spiritual perception:
“I’ve said it before: without that sword, Lothar is still Lothar, but without Lothar, that sword can only become a legend symbolizing power and strength.”

My human emperor friend is not one to be stingy with treasures and unwilling to give them away. He knows that giving this sword will instantly give the Stromka Empire an absolutely devout and steadfast ally, and for at least the next hundred years, the relationship between the two sides will remain unbreakable.

For humankind, a hundred years is enough time to cultivate a tradition of unity.

"That's right."

Nelly nodded and said:

"Emperor Thoradin never wanted Stomka to become the 'Emperor's Sword.' He said that a sword should not be used to decide who becomes emperor. As the leader of mankind, he should use his personal charisma to unite everyone."

In this magical world, unity is not an abstract concept.

The conversation between the two was unknown to others, but Archbishop Nelly was not the only one who noticed that the Emperor's Sword was not in Lothar's hands, which caused some human nobles to whisper among themselves, believing that this was not in accordance with tradition.

However, the true pillars of the empire, like Dick, did not care about this matter. The empire's "Four Guardians" had all met with Emperor Thoradin, and they all knew his attitude on this matter.

The decision to exclude the Holy Sword of Stromgar from the coronation ceremony, thus diminishing the legend of the "Emperor's Sword," may be the one that best suits Emperor Thoradin's wishes.

The idea that the position of the ruler of an empire, the leader of nearly 100 million people, could be decided by a divine sword sounds incredibly absurd.

However, when the ancient crown appeared during the consecration ceremony, escorted by Varian Wrynn, it immediately attracted the attention and discussion of almost everyone.

Emperor Lothar's appointment essentially makes it clear that the former prince from Stormwind will be the next emperor.

This means that the throne will not be determined by bloodline or family succession.

This has piqued the interest of many, but before they could even make up their minds, Ms. Aegwynn, who appeared at the ceremony today in a formal gown, conveyed a very important message to the Stomka Empire on behalf of Mother World.

"Since His Majesty Anduin Lothar marked the beginning of the Sdomka Empire, every emperor thereafter has been chosen from among the 'saviors' of human civilization."

Lady Aegwynn, holding the Heart of Azeroth, solemnly declared:

"Human beings are the children of the world, and the inheritance of their civilization naturally requires the attention and blessing of Mother World. The secret chamber of the heart awaits the pilgrimage visit of the human emperor. The emperor must traverse the desert on foot and listen to the teachings of the world's will in the world temple."

Anduin Lothar, are you willing to accept this constraint and make it a national tradition of the Sdomka Empire?

"I am very honored."

Lothar said loudly:
"In the name of the founding leader, I will establish this as the law of succession for the Stromka Empire, and all human leaders must dedicate their strength, loyalty and wisdom to Mother World."

May Mother World's gaze forever fall upon the Stomka Empire, and may the blessings of the world's will be with our civilization!

The entire ceremony was completely silent.

Those who had just entertained such thoughts now felt a pang of sorrow.

Okay, this isn't just a matter of power anymore.

They were well aware of how rigorous the selection process was for the "Saviors." Every single member of the Saviors today was a true "outstanding individual," and only the most exceptional members of each race could be favored by Mother World.

With such a person leading the empire, who could possibly voice any dissatisfaction?
This treatment goes beyond what can be described as "divine right of kings."
"Ah, in the secular world, the adoption of the 'electoral system' is indeed a source of division, but when the world has its own power and its own voice, such a selection system can become the foundation for long-term stability."

Diakum nodded in satisfaction and said:

"The World Will and the World's Children are interdependent. From now on, not only will the human race inherit this way, but other races must also act in this way to ensure that no terrible civil war occurs that would endanger the stability of the world."

The covetousness of the six fundamental forces for the Supreme Star Soul has never faded, which means that the saviors still have a long way to go in their mission.

Perhaps it will be time for Ms. Aegwynn to begin the second round of the Savior selection later.

"I thought you would be the one to perform this imperial consecration ceremony."

As Archbishop Fao, his face glowing with visible excitement and satisfaction, donned his red robes and performed the consecration ceremony by applying holy water to Lothar's forehead, Archbishop Saloras, dressed in black formal attire, spoke behind Dick:
"You played a significant role in the establishment of the empire."

"But this is the legacy of humanity. What business is it of a Warrior of Light passing through Azeroth to get involved?"

Diakum said softly:
"If an emperor were to emerge among us Eredar in the future, I would certainly go to great lengths to descend from the highest heavens and personally crown him or her. However, we do not actually have the habit of establishing an emperor."

The system of governors is quite good. Given the current state of the Eredar scattered across the stars, the emergence of an Eredar emperor would actually be undesirable.

"Interstellar Empires and such—the maintenance costs sound terrifyingly high."

"Yes, there's no need for an Eredar emperor."

Oleses, wearing a red dress, nodded on the other side and said:

"The sheer size of the Holy Light Universe surpasses that of any Star Sea Empire. I think if Commander Diakum can truly bring the fanaticism of the Holy Light Universe back to reason, perhaps they will also begin to consider the process of civilization integration under the guidance of faith."

The current reliance on faith to reconcile different ethnic traditions is clearly unsustainable.

"Well, today is a happy occasion, let's not talk about these troublesome things."

Dick promptly stopped the conversation.

The future of a universe and thousands of civilized planets is too heavy a burden for the Sun's representative. He doesn't want to get involved. If anyone asks about it, he'll just say, "Life has its own way out."

Anyway, the advice has been given; you can figure it out for yourself.

During this conversation, Lothar's consecration ceremony was completed. When Archbishop Faol, trembling, held the ancient crown and placed it on Lothar's head, the entire scene erupted in thunderous cheers.

Even the Kaldorei, who are known for their aloofness, are cheering.

The elves could sense the rebirth of the human empire and its vigorous, upward-striving spirit, which signified the beginning of a new era. For the night elves, who had lost the World Tree and immortality and were in a state of confusion, witnessing the entire process of the establishment of the Stomkar Empire was indeed an excellent example of civilization reconstruction.

Losa delivered a speech.

There's not much to say about the content. In this kind of situation, it's best to speak prudently and avoid making any radical or outlandish statements that might "astound our friendly nations." That would be a great success.

But the Vrykul who had come with Heya to the feast were clearly getting impatient.

They had no interest in listening to a barbarian king spout clichés about unity and the future; the aroma of food being cooked by the pandaren chefs was making these rude creatures somewhat distracted.

Hey!
We've all given our gifts, including divine weapons from the holy city of Ulduar. Shouldn't we begin the feast?
Seemingly sensing the eagerness of the guests waiting to feast, Lothar concluded his speech with a brief closing remark, then boarded a carriage with his wife to the accompaniment of a Quel'Thalas band, and began to tour the city to meet the people waiting on the outskirts.

As for the guests, they can now take their seats.

Although at least 80 percent of the people who came here today were not here for a meal, given that this is a political occasion, there are always 20 percent of the visitors with very pure intentions.

As a true VIP, Diakum was surrounded by a large crowd of people, both acquaintances and strangers, as he stepped down from the viewing platform. He patiently dealt with the various greetings while watching with envy Yrel and the other Lightforged commanders, who were already seated at the table, feasting. Incidentally, the Vigilant himself had arrived on an empty stomach.

After all, the dishes personally cooked by Lady Sun Ironhand were truly excellent even in Pandaria. Until about ten minutes later, Diakum couldn't stand the constant greetings any longer, so he simply used his mental powers to make the guests realize that the Vigilant didn't intend to discuss much business today, and they turned and left gracefully.

"This was specially reserved for you, sir."

After Dick was seated, Irele handed him a large platter filled with various dishes, which made Dick very happy. He felt that he hadn't spoiled this silly child for nothing.

He's just a bit slow.

You should at least bring a few more plates!

With so many different kinds of dishes, wouldn't putting sour and salty ones together cause the flavors to mix?

Several hours later, Lothar and Daenerys returned exhausted to the coronation ceremony venue. They still couldn't rest, as they had to briefly interact with the nobles and officials of the Empire—it was part of the rule.

The Stomka Empire, which occupied two-thirds of the continent, was so vast that the emperor and empress were busy until evening just receiving high-ranking officials.

There was a grand evening performance to follow, so Losa and his wife could only grab a bite to eat in the lounge. Fortunately, Master Iron Palm's culinary skills were truly superb, and a bowl of nourishing meat soup completely relieved Losa's fatigue.

Daenerys, in her warrior-like style, ate and drank heartily, completely unaware that Saint Diakum had entered the lounge. As she gulped down a glass of sweet and sour fruit wine and let out a comfortable whimper, a magical handkerchief was handed to her, making her notice that the Watcher was watching her disgraceful eating with an aunt-like smile.

This caused the Empress's face to flush red.

"I didn't prepare any gifts for you two, you shouldn't be angry, right?"

Dick asked softly.

Lothar laughed out loud, put down his plate, which was as clean as if a dog had licked it, and said loudly:
"You have done so much for us, it would be truly undignified for me to ask for a gift. Unfortunately, we don't have anything really good to offer you as a token of our gratitude."

"No need. Do you remember when I said that you were the 'Hand of Fate' that I created in Azeroth?"

Diakum waved his hand and said:
"You have presented me with a magnificent reversal of fate, which is the best gift I could receive on my journey through Azeroth. I will be leaving soon, and when the shackles of Azeroth are broken, I will move on to new goals."

Are you leaving tonight?

Losa was a little reluctant to part with him, and he said:
"You have given so much to this world, yet you don't even have time to rest."

"There's nothing I can do. The Void Thieves keep making moves behind the scenes. I can't just abandon the dying sun to satisfy my own desires."

Dick didn't complain about it.

As he said before, when what you do is something you enjoy and you feel a great sense of accomplishment, fatigue becomes an acceptable price to pay.

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"But before I leave, I can't really leave without giving any gifts, so..."

Diakum extended his left hand, and a strange, gentle fusion of light and shadow covered his palm. Under Daenerys's astonished gaze, the Vigilant placed his hand on her abdomen.

A strange spell was cast, but the queen felt no discomfort whatsoever.

"You two should really try harder these days."

The vigilant blinked and said:
"This 'True Word Technique - Pregnancy' should last for about thirty days, so may you two have a son soon."

"You disgraceful saint, you've gone too far!"

Daenerys nearly jumped up.

She scolded:

"Didn't you ask me if I was ready before you bestowed your blessing?"

"Oh? So you mean I should cast this spell on other ladies? So that they can bear children for His Majesty the Emperor?"

Dick countered with a question.

Daenerys gritted her teeth and threw a punch, which "blown" the Vigilant to pieces. He then vanished into the lounge as shards of light with a subtle smile.

This is an embodiment of faith.

The real Diakum has already embarked on his journey back to Draenor.

Lothar rushed out of the lounge and looked up to see a golden streak of light flash across the evening sky. He sighed with a sense of loss, then, amidst his wife's nagging, he put his arm around her waist and silently wished the Vigilant a safe journey.

May these stars treat that saint kindly.

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"This box was placed on the ship by Lady Aegwynn, who said it was armor specially forged for you by Tyr and Azadas."

Inside the Exodar's cabin, Noboton pointed to the enormous box placed in the compartment and explained to Diakum:

"It is said that the Soul of the World also blessed it, enabling it to withstand your energy release."

"Well, I have serious doubts about that."

Diakum shrugged, stepped forward, and opened the box. Inside was a set of Judgement armor made of Titan Iron. Azadas's craftsmanship was absolutely superb, but Dick was worried that this thing might affect his "Enemy of the Titans" talent.

As it turned out, Tyr's earlier judgment was correct.

After he left the Titan Guardian sequence, the armor he created was indeed no longer a Titan creation. In addition, the infusion of the World Soul's power allowed the armor to be used by Dick.

although
"I really don't need it anymore. They have tried their best to create energy affinity and capacity, but they really don't have a clear understanding of the growth rate of the power inherited from the sun."

Dick sighed and said:
"I can wear it, but I don't dare to exert too much force, otherwise it will melt quickly. But it is a token of their goodwill, so I will wear it as ceremonial armor."

"Sir, I have already informed those food-eaters."

Irelia ran in and whispered:
"Once we summon them, Lady Aegwynn will immediately send those Light Eaters to Draenor. They have mastered the technique of consuming Holy Light and will no longer be burned. If they eat freely, they can definitely weaken a Naaru for a short time."

If that Zera isn't willing to listen to your reasoning, we'll send the Light Eaters!

"The Time Eaters can't weaken a Primal Naaru like Zera, but as I said before, I appreciate the good intentions."

Diakum encouraged Irelia:
"Both sides are walkers of the Holy Light, so there's no problem that can't be discussed. As long as Zera is willing to resolve the issue peacefully, I will certainly accompany him. Instead of worrying about me, you should hurry up and prepare to face the Burning Legion head-on."

If I'm not mistaken, Draenor will soon face a true Legion invasion.

When this catastrophe ends, the Eredar should also embark on their journey home.

Exiles will eventually return home!

(End of this chapter)