Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 647, Section 15: When powerful figures clash, even the Great Dao is obliterated.
The fallen Titan that the Burning Legion hurled crashed into the world amidst a barrage of Sun Arrows.

Diakum manipulated the sun's energy to launch continuous attacks, but it was difficult to inflict any effective damage on this fallen lord, who, after all, was a "divine body" created by Sargeras for His fallen brother.

Apart from Aggramar, the original forms of the other Titan Souls were destroyed by the Dark Titans during the Battle of Nalan. Now, these Fallen Ones use the same divine constructs as Lord Argus.

Although it cannot compare to the exaggerated form of a true Titan, it is still the most solid object known in the material universe, containing a mature star soul nurtured and shaped by a world, wielding first-class power in the universe.

Although it is currently unknown whether the world that nurtured the Star Soul will "explode and die" after it awakens, upon closer examination, the Titans, who claim to be agents of order, should not do something so terrible.

Perhaps it was through some symbolic gathering that the Titan God was able to "incubate," allowing the divine body nurtured by the world to be safely extracted without destroying the world.

After all, the Titans' ability to change size at will is just one of the least remarkable aspects of their boundless power.

As for what happens to the world that nurtured them after the mature Star Souls leave, that remains a mystery. However, those fortunate worlds will most likely be well protected by the Titan gods they conceived, and there will certainly be some mysterious connection between them.

When Diakum, wielding Ashbringer, unleashed a fierce Holy Light Destroyer at the fallen Titan who was charging up the "Destroy the World" spell, its terrifying power nearly crushed the surface of Draenor, tearing everything in its path and crashing down on the fallen god.

The entire Zangar Sea was "parted by a single sword" at that moment.

The intense heat caused the seawater in the area where the sword light touched to evaporate and dissipate instantly, at least interrupting the opponent's casting time amidst the earth-shattering roar.

However, this attack failed to inflict any effective damage on the guy.

The destructive force struck and vanished before the opponent, like ripples dancing in the air, absorbing the Holy Light Destroyer's power as if it were "swallowing" it whole.

What kind of magic shield is this?

So awesome?
The full-force attack of a lesser god-level being failed to break through the defense, let alone deal any effective damage.
But Diakum had already recognized the other party's identity from this strange move. Although it had changed drastically from its former form, he could still tell from the iconic disc it held that it was "The Dream Weaver" Norgannon.

His once mysterious and majestic platinum skin is now covered with scorching cracks like an erupting volcano, as if he had been thrown into the primordial furnace of the starry sea and was constantly burning, causing his skin to crack and then glow like embers beneath.

It seems that what flows through His body is no longer pure and magnificent cosmic arcane energy, but rather scorching and high-temperature destructive blood.

The changes in his skin were not the only transformation after Norgannon's fall; what was even more noteworthy was the platinum disc artifact in his hand, which was said to contain the endless mysteries of the starry sea.

That thing should have been a top-tier arcane artifact in the physical universe, an absolute wonder that all spellcasters would covet.

But now, the Platinum Disc has completely lost the blessing of arcane power. In its place, it has an absolute connection with the Twisting Nether. This thing maintains an interaction with the Twisting Nether at all times, allowing Norgannon to draw on fel energy almost without limit to enhance his spell-casting destructive power.

No wonder that the Holy Light Slayer's attack just now disappeared without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

Doesn't this mean that for Diakum to harm the Fallen Norgannon, he must fight against the energy defenses of the entire Twisting Nether on his own?
Is this really something a critical secondary god could do?

Actually.
It’s really ok!

After all, Norgannon, after being forcibly corrupted, could only use the connection between the Platinum Disc and the Twisting Nether to manipulate fel energy for spellcasting, but Diakum, as the Lord of the High Heaven personally certified by Anser, did not need to rely on external objects for his connection with the Holy Light.

The only problem is that the Vigilant cannot complete this "supernova explosion" of the Holy Light within the world of Draenor.

That would require him to use Anther's divine authority, and Draenor, this small world, is undoubtedly unable to withstand the release of such power.

Ah, too much power is a problem!

Damn it, you have to find a place where you won't cause trouble for others to fight.

So, where can we go now?

We can either go to the Star Sea, but the Fel Fleet and the Restoration Fleet are fighting there, and if the Great Power is unleashed, both sides will perish; or we can use other means to carry out a "Great Space Teleportation".

However, Diakum currently has access to two spatial artifacts, the Scepter of Sargeras and the Keystone of Sargeras, but neither is in his possession.

So, there's only one place left to go.

I hope you won't blame me.

Diakum hurled Ashbringer at Norgannon like a righteous sun dagger, but the latter nimbly dodged the meteor strike of holy light with a blink.

This guy truly lives up to his reputation as the sovereign who controls all arcane arts. The instant the teleportation was completed, ten identical avatars, indistinguishable from the real one, were released. Then, the ten fallen Norgannons and their original form began casting "Destroy the World" again.

The Vigilant was certain that if he missed interrupting even one of these eleven "spell interruptions," Draenor would be doomed in an instant. Ugh, these guys with both stats and mechanics are so annoying.

Fortunately, he wasn't exactly a reasonable or upright person either.

It's just cheating; anyone can do that.
As the first wisp of dark wind rose, amidst the eruption of endless entropy energy, Diakum entered Void form, rapidly freezing the entire Zangarmarsh. At the same time, he retrieved Twilight's Hammer and the Maw of Curse, transforming them into dark winds that surrounded Norgannon and His Avatar of Doom.

Instead of launching an attack, he slashed diagonally with his warhammer and scythe in an alternating pattern.

This attack even made the Fallen Norgannon blink.

what's wrong with you?

Did you misaim or did you miss?

A hundred and eight thousand miles away, and this is the combat power of a lesser god of holy light? This is a bit off! He
The target is not one's own true self or avatar, but...
space!

"boom"

The crisscrossing slashes shattered the space of the material world in an instant, creating a collapsed rift that swept several nearby world-destroying avatars into it. As for where the other end led...
Well, just by listening to the echoing waves of the Sea of ​​No Light, one can tell that Diakum intends to make that place his and his next battlefield.

What a great battlefield!

Whether it's Holy Light, Fel Energy, or Order, there's no need for the Sea of ​​No Light to worry about whether this lesser god melee will cause irreparable damage to the Void Realm.

Aside from the Void Lords being very unhappy, probably no one will speak up for them.

But the question is, Diakum, are you serious?

Given your current status as someone with the highest-level wanted level in the Void, do you still dare to voluntarily step into the Sea of ​​No Light?

Are you really not afraid of getting trapped in this situation and not being able to get out?
Dick wasn't afraid at all.

After all, Norgannon wasn't so insane as to cooperate with the Void Lords to destroy Diakum.

Sachil may have his own plans and schemes, but it is clearly impossible for him to elevate his collusion with the Void to the level of the Fallen Titans. And how could the Void Lords hate the Fel Titans any less than he does himself?
"Let's go!"

Seeing that Norgannon had stopped casting and was about to use his incredible teleportation to dodge, Diakum assumed a Jadnigu stance in the sea and used a powerful strike to slam himself and Norgannon's bodies into the closing void rift.

The Sea of ​​Darkness is such a pain in the neck, Diakum is driving me crazy.

You're just throwing all sorts of things at me, aren't you?

In the past, dropping bombs or cultists was one thing, but now they're even throwing in something as "highly poisonous" as the Fallen Titan? Where are the Void Lords?

Hurry up and come out to eliminate evil!

"Ow!"

Almost the instant Diakum and Norgannon plunged into the Sea of ​​Darkness, a Void Lord resembling an evil monstrous creature leaped from the shadows of the Sea of ​​Darkness, its terrifying maw swallowing both Diakum and Norgannon whole, before plunging headlong into the deepest shadows of the Sea of ​​Darkness.

Only in a place where endless darkness converges can the lesser gods of both holy light and fel energy be suppressed simultaneously.

However.
As the dark Kun sank into the sea of ​​darkness, golden veins of light rapidly pulsed and appeared on its body.

It was as if a light bulb was being lit inside its body, and at the same time, the destructive eruption of scorching fel energy caused this mindless lesser god to continuously spew out terrifying, burning flesh and blood while coughing violently.

It swallowed two terrifying things that it couldn't digest at all; after all, it wasn't Dimensius, and its stomach was connected to an endless black hole plane.

As it plunged into the middle of the Sea of ​​No Light, the unfortunate Void Lord was overwhelmed by a double "nuclear bomb" of holy light and fel energy erupting simultaneously amidst a terrible wail.

The terrifying mushroom cloud stirred up waves in this sea of ​​darkness, causing the entire void realm to change color at that moment.

When the blinding light and roar faded away along with the tolling of the bell signaling the fall of the Void Lord, the feet of the two giants standing on the sea were covered with charred corpses and bloody bones.

Within the first minute that these two unpopular bastards entered the Sea of ​​No Light, a Void Lesser God was "free".

This gruesome death immediately put the other Void Lords on high alert. This Diakum was truly bizarre; including the one standing beneath their feet, the number of Void Lords who had fallen to him had reached eight.

Even if the power of the Void Realm is too dispersed, it can't withstand your rampage.

Moreover, to be able to unleash such terrifying Force fluctuations on the void ground, under the Force's blockade and suppression, are you two cheating?
How did that feel?

Diakum moved his ten fingers under the malicious oppression of the entire Sea of ​​Lightless.

Sun-like rays spread across the giant's entire body, enveloping his clenched fists in a burning fighting spirit.

His divine body bore a broken crack in the center, a wound left by Norgannon's fel magic, but compared to his loss, the Fallen Norgannon's loss was far more terrible.

The "Disc of Destruction" in the opponent's hand, which could connect to the Twisted Void, bore clear traces of a melting fist, with cracks already covering it. These were the marks left by Diakum's "Supernova Solar Fist," which he unleashed using the Holy Light of the High Heavens.

Conservatively speaking, two more punches and this disc will be destroyed in the violent collision of holy light and fel energy.

Without the constant support of the Fel Force that distorts the void, Enochannon's combat power, having been demoted from a true god to a lesser god after his fall, would clearly be no match for this outrageous "Agent of the Radiant Suns."

Moreover, the two of them are currently on someone else's territory in the void. They have already angered the void's primal force, and the repulsion and erosion originating from the void realm are being applied to both of them at the same time.

Compared to those who follow the path of idealism and cultivate the holy light through will and mind, Norgannon's current fallen body is clearly subject to far greater influence.

Must leave here!
He made a judgment instantly, but the guy opposite him swung his Holy Light Fist in a wide arc and bombarded him. Under the fierce attack of the Sun Soul Master, Norgannon had a hard time concentrating his energy to make an effective counterattack.

It was indeed a bit difficult for Him, a spellcaster, to face a Holy Light Slash King like Diakum. However, He was, after all, an individual who had once been a true god, and He was not afraid to fight hand-to-hand.

One enhanced divine spell after another was applied to Norgannon's body. When the ninth divine spell was completed, Diakum's heavy punch was blocked by Norgannon's arms, and Diakum was sent flying by the sharp counterattack of the Titan's martial arts.

The Vigilant leaped up and saw Norgannon in a very familiar pose, which made his hair stand on end. He rolled away to avoid it, and then the Fel Solari erupted, like a dark green sun blooming, and the blow stirred up endless waves on the Sea of ​​No Light.

Ok.

As expected of a dream weaver.

Did they figure out the release logic of "Anser's Solar Fist" in such a short time?
So you spellcasters are really outrageous!

It's one thing for his idealism to erupt, but this "on-site card printing" is something else! He's truly a hero in the world of cheating!
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"The former security captain of the Mystic Academy has grown to the point where he has his own 'methods to break the spell,' and what is even more commendable is his decisive handling of the situation, which is to 'put people in a life-or-death situation and then live.'"

He knew that entering the Sea of ​​No Light at this time would not bring him any more danger, and that Norgannon's eagerness to escape would instead open a door for him to leave.

Hmm, I didn't see it wrong.

My assessment back then was absolutely correct.

That exquisite gem, hidden beneath its ordinary exterior, finally revealed its true splendor and brilliance under the polishing of holy light and destiny—a blessing upon Argus!

Endless demons ravaged the land of Draenor, turning this small world into a battlefield. Even though Diakum dragged the fallen Titan to the Sea of ​​No Light, the demons still had the ability to organize a destructive frenzy.

Sachil's landing pod, like a shooting star, landed on the ground of Shadowmoon Valley as the orbital bombardment, which could finally be carried out after Diakum's departure, was finally possible.

The Sculptor, wielding an evil staff crafted from its own spine and suspending its former skull atop its shoulder, looked up as the green sparks rained down, beams of destructive light bursting from the night and bringing death to some part of Draenor.

Unfortunately, the Karabor Temple, which resembles the architectural style of the Second Commonwealth period, has a peculiar protection. Its dazzling golden light envelops the city and can even withstand the bombardment of fel energy from the sky.

Sachiel tapped it carefully, then stroked his chin and said:
"So it's the 'Mark of the Archon'. Such an ancient artifact has been restored in this era? But it still retains the spellcasting concept I personally designed, without any improvement whatsoever!"

Should I say you're nostalgic for the past?

Or should I say you're so traditional and conservative it's boring? Velen! How dare you use my magic against me?!

Slightly provoked, the Shaper rose into the air, followed by an exquisite fel disc that flew out of the landing pod, lifting the Shaper into the night sky where the winds of war blew.

Its elegant spellcasting gathered the power of fel energy, and with a swing of its staff, it unleashed a deadly Death Finger at a tricky angle, striking the enhanced defenses of the Temple of Karabor imbued with the Archon's Mark.

After four jumps, its beam precisely struck this ancient and magical blind spot in the defense.

In the city square, old Velen, holding the Redeemer's Staff, stared in astonishment at the three different colored crystals that appeared to have been disassembled before him.

The consul's seal was not destroyed; it was merely removed subtly.

The city's reinforced defenses were thus destroyed, and the next second an orbital bombardment from a fel-powered starship crashed into the city. Velen roared and raised the Holy Word Barrier, single-handedly protecting the sky above the city.

In the violent energy collision, a large part of the city square was leveled by this blow.

Viren, coughing violently, awkwardly propped himself up with his staff, and then saw Sacher silently descending on his fel-powered flying disc right in front of him.

"That night in Oronal, you personally shattered all my efforts."

The sculptor moved his fingers.

In the scorching winds filled with fel energy, he spoke to Velen, whose face was contorted with rage:
“Revered Prophet, I will repay you before your very eyes what you did to me back then. From the perspective of an exile, this city is magnificent! It must be beautiful to see it burning.”

(End of this chapter)