Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 648, Section 16: Argus's First Appearance in Tri-Arcane Armor - Our Side Promises Never to Use the "Final Weapon" First

After Diakum and the Fallen Norgannon plunged into the Sea of ​​Lightless, the Burning Legion's assault entered its most brutal phase.

These demons don't seem to be in a hurry to go to the ground to enjoy the "fun of war." Instead, they have changed their usual war tactics and have begun to carry out saturation attacks on the ground with ruthless orbital bombardment.

Beams brimming with fel energy shot down from the sky, inaccurate but extremely destructive to the ground. A single strike would cause a fortress to collapse and melt, and if it struck directly into the assembly area of ​​ground troops, it would be even more catastrophic.

Given the strength of Draenor, unless this force includes warriors of the K'uree Alliance who wear the "Immovable Seal" and whose defensive auras can reduce the destructive power of the bombardment to a level where no one will die, the warriors of Draenor can only pray for good luck in the face of the demons' scattering orbital bombardment.

The Draenei cities have energy matrices that can barely defend some key areas, but other races don't have this capability. Their commanders can only spread their armies out to the extreme to avoid being wiped out in one fell swoop.

But this plays right into the devil's trap.

Once the army is dispersed to a certain extent, when the demons advance to the ground clearing stage, those scattered troops will be unable to withstand the demons' overwhelming offensive.

Faced with this situation, the Twin Archbishops immediately dispersed the Lightforged Chapter, ordering commanders to risk traveling to key defensive areas of the Kourei Alliance via landing pods.

Commanders at all levels of the Lightforged Chapter possess the war powers of a Lightsworn Lord. Under these circumstances, being able to carve out a defensive zone within the bombing zone can effectively reduce the casualty rate of Draenor warriors.

Of course, any commander with strategic thinking would know that the demons cannot be allowed to continue bombing like this, especially since Sachil most likely issued the order "the bombing must not stop" before entering the ground.

The Shaper was well aware of the destructive power of his former brethren in the ground wars, and the great battle of Argus would still be talked about by demons more than 20,000 years later.

It required the demons to clear the ground area by area while maintaining their firepower advantage.

In any case, it brought enough fleets this time. Even if some of them were delayed and blocked by the Restoration Army's fleet, the rest would be enough to plow through every part of the entire Draenor continent with beams of fel energy.

This order clearly goes against the demons' warlike nature. When faced with the choice between "blasting them to death with the main cannon" and "killing them with weapons," 99.9% of these chaotic beings born from the Twisting Nether will choose melee combat to vent their destructive desires.

To put it bluntly, although the demons have starships, fel warships have never been a decisive weapon in the Burning Legion's order of battle.

Although this kind of bombing and killing is more efficient, the demons just don't like it!
Killing and being killed is the only way for a legion. Hiding on a starship and watching the enemy get blasted to death from a distance can't satisfy the demons' bloodlust.

They don't really care about victory; the fel energy simply requires them to carry out destruction.

However, no demon dared to disobey Sachil's orders under these circumstances. They could only hide on the starship and wait for the main cannons to bombard and completely destroy the defense system of an area before they were allowed to land on the ground to harvest.

This method of victory may be very efficient, but the demons really don't feel "participated". However, soon, the "turning point" that the demons have been waiting for arrived.

“You have all worked so hard, I am moved by it. If I hadn’t become a demon, I might have been just as passionate as you, and devoted all my strength and potential to the great cause of restoring my homeland!”

However, we are already on the opposite side.

Sachiel, wielding a staff made from his own spine, unleashed waves of fel energy that swept across the city of Karabor, resonating with the destruction of his former skull.

The steadfast city crumbled before its eyes, its buildings annihilated and devastated. This was not even something that Sachar could destroy; it was merely the aftershocks of its battle with Velen that triggered such a devastating collapse.

The Sculptor seemed eager to personally deliver a swift death to the Prophet.

It looked up at the city area enveloped and protected by holy light, knowing that it was a defensive force jointly activated by the Mother of Light and the Naaru. Several starships were constantly firing their main cannons to bombard the area, but they could not shake the light barrier that enveloped it.

Hmm, the power of the primordial naaru is truly awe-inspiring.

But it doesn't matter. After dealing with Velen, I will personally go and dismantle that dazzling holy light protection.

But then, a scorching Sun Fist erupted in front of Sachiel, not only forcibly interrupting its large-scale destruction ritual that it was preparing to cast, but also causing holy light to pour back, making the Sculptor feel the scorching heat of the sun.

This surprised Sachiel, who looked at Velen with surprise. After noticing the change in Velen's holy light, the Shaper laughed and mocked:
"What a pragmatist you are, Prophet! What kind of spell did Diakum cast on you to make you abandon your way of harnessing the Holy Light and instead kneel down with him to worship the sun? In your heart, do you really believe that Diakum will become the sun god of this era?"
Do you really believe he can reignite the sun amidst the darkness of the Sea of ​​Lightless?

"This isn't a question of whether I believe it or not."

Viren took a deep breath, transforming his once gentle and healing holy light into the blazing, scorching sun.

For a chosen one like him, after understanding Diakum's Path of the Sun, transforming his own form of light was not a difficult task.

The Holy Light transformed into a blazing sun is clearly more destructive, especially when facing a demon like Sachiel.

The scorching light transformed into beams of light like a solar corona, flowing and rushing through the city, which was constantly being ravaged and struck by the beams of light from above, all under the steadfast protection of Velen holding his staff, blocking all the demons that tried to rush through.

Anyone who dares to step forward will be incinerated in the blazing sun.

In the city behind him, the Sunwell Island was rising into the air. The floating island, which carried the wonder of energy, seemed to have prepared an extravagant spell, causing the golden energy of the Sunwell to converge towards the center of the ritual.

The Sculptor was impressed by old Velen's resilience, and looked at the campus of the Mystic Academy built on the floating island with a mixture of surprise and satisfaction.

It could tell that the buildings were modeled after the former Mystic Academy, and after more than 20,000 years of neglect, its most prized legacy had finally shone brightly again in the sea of ​​stars.

Sachiel felt he should perhaps spare the floating city, letting it become a witness to the destruction of Draenor.

The next instant, blinding energy shot straight into the sky from the Sunwell floating island in the form of beams, like a light blade pulled from the ground, much like an indomitable warrior challenging the heavens in this way.

The sculptor laughed heartily.

It erected a shield of fel energy to absorb and block Velen's holy attack, then looked up to "admire" the beam of light shooting straight into the sky, breaking through the planet's atmosphere, and attempting to attack the starship that was bombarding the planet's orbit.

But clearly, such a vast distance is far too improbable for an energy wonder like the Sunwell.

"If it were three times more powerful, it could strike starships in planetary orbit from the ground. It's a real shame that you've tried so hard, but it's like spitting at the sky; it only humiliates yourselves."

Sachiel burst into laughter, instantly losing all interest in the Mystic Academy.

Whoever is currently residing in that academy, the fact that they can use their precious energy in such an incompetent way proves that they have absolutely no wisdom.

Such a foolish academy should be destroyed, lest it remain in the sea of ​​stars and tarnish its own reputation!

However, when it saw the change in Viren's "gratified" expression, Sachir immediately realized that things were not as simple as he had thought.

"You're probably curious about what we created in Draenor. You're curious, aren't you?"

Velen did not attack under the grim sky of war. Instead, he retreated a few steps, and in the ritual to maintain the boiling, sun-like corona and halt the demons' advance, the prophet roared hoarsely:

"You've come! You've come in person! Very good! Sachiel, we will show you the Argus Restoration Army's trump card! We will show you how precious the flame we have preserved for over 20,000 years."

Now, the flame is lit!

Meanwhile, on the Sunwell floating island, the young witch Jaina rushed up the energy tower and reported to the exhausted Lady Verara:
"The energy beacon we launched has reached the planet's orbit, and the landing point is very precise. Dean, you can send the signal now! Have Lord Argus unleash energy at the beacon's location, triggering a cosmic storm that will be enough to destroy all the demon starships in orbit at once."

"good very good."

Verara leaned on her staff and looked back at the jungle where the World Tree Tayara was located. She clearly noticed the cracks and bulges in the jungle ground, which was the posture of Lord Argus rising from the sacred cave.

The third dean of the Mystic Academy withdrew his gaze and looked again at the city square above the Karabor Temple, which had become a scorched battlefield.

She seemed to sense Dean Sachir's sarcasm, but this time she was afraid she would disappoint her "mentor".

Yes, Ms. Verara was also a student of Sachil. Although she was not as highly regarded by Sachil as Archimonde, centuries later, the former "ugly duckling" had earned the right to compete with her mentor. Sachil's successors were clearly not foolish enough to forge a starship-piercing spear with immense energy like primitive humans.

That was just a "road sign".

That was a beacon that provided precise guidance for the immense power that followed.

"bang"

Half of the Tanaan jungle is being torn apart.

Amidst the shaking of the World Tree's roots and the movement of the divine construct of Lord Argus rising to its feet, Argus, the "Knight of the Lost Land," finally stepped onto the battlefield on his own two feet, stretching his stone arms.

He looked up at the sky, then grabbed Gogones' Tide Stone and held it in his hand, striking a "Kamehameha" pose, using the energy beacon that had just been fired into the planet's orbit as his aiming point.

In the next instant, the primordial energy belonging to the Star Soul was activated.

A deep blue power of creation swirled around the pillar of creation in his hand, mobilizing all the immense power that Gorgnes had used to shape the world's seas and skies, and unleashing it after a brief period of energy accumulation.

The visible energy ring burst forth from the Argus Lord's hand, causing the entire jungle and even the clouds in the sky to shatter and peel away at that moment. The lightning, so dazzling that even Sachil had to squint, transformed into a trident of slaughter and purification, breaking through the very center of the planet's atmosphere to the fel energy starships that were still arrogantly spewing destruction.

A cosmic storm is taking shape!
Under the still somewhat unskilled manipulation of the Lord of Argus, the energy of the sea and sky from the Tide Stone continuously circulated outwards from the point of impact.

Just as a Dyson sphere envelops a star, it spreads and envelops the pulsating arcane energy in a destructive lightning manner, pulling in all the fel warships along the way and then detonating and incinerating them.

The continuous bombardment of fel energy finally stopped.

Instead, a meteor shower of starship wreckage was constantly captured by the world's gravity and crashed onto the land surface that had been hit by fel energy.

The Lightforged Garrosh, already frustrated by the ground bombardment, burst out of his burrow in Nagrand. Carrying his battle axe, he looked up at the exploding spaceships falling from the sky.

Although he didn't quite understand what was happening, the orc grinned maliciously.

His keen sense of warfare led him to realize that the bombing phase was over and there would be no more annoying fel bombings interfering with the battlefield.

The war had finally returned to a scene he was familiar with.

Garrosh closed his eyes, rested Gorehowl in his hand, and inhaled the mesmerizing war winds in the air. When the fel energy rift opened in the ancestral land of the Warsong Clan, and when those ferocious demons poured out from it, both sides actually roared "Enjoy the war!"

The demons can finally unleash their destructive rampage on the ground, and the warriors of Draenor no longer need to hold back; they can finally raise their battle axes and truly clash with these bloodthirsty monsters.

The Burning Legion has come from afar; wouldn't it make them seem like they lack manners if they weren't invited to try some of Draenor's "local specialties"?
"bang"

A colossal Antarn Destroyer, wielding two warhammers, strode into the battlefield like a walking hill, catching Little Roar's eye.

"The biggest one is mine! The rest are up to you."

Mag'har's warchief shouted to the orc warriors behind him:
"The Eredar are returning to their homeland, and as children of Draenor, we must follow them to the battlefield where our enemy Aggramar lies."

But I won't take everyone with me!
The brutal battlefield is a paradise for warriors, but a hell for cowards.

If you want to be the noble Hand of Avenger in the name of Draenor, then do something decent. 99! Yes, 99 Demon Skulls, that really is the bare minimum.

Rush!
Maghar. Let us embrace and become the winds of war!

"Ow!"

The valiant brown-skinned warriors, clad in steel armor forged by the Eredar and wielding weapons blessed by the Holy Light, charged out of their ruined homeland, led by their warchief, raising their clan's battle banners high.

The demons before them roared, the surge of war blood making even these destroyers' eyes bloodshot.

They clashed with the orcs, and then
A whole row of them were cut down in a single exchange.

Even more terrifying, these guys are shrouded in strange "sunlight," and the demons they kill turn to ashes!

Horse riding!
The Holy Light Butcher is no longer content with burning demons to death with his own hands; he has started wholesaling "Ashbringers"!

What kind of Lightforged lame joke is this?

In the battlefield of the Karabor Temple, Sachar stared in disbelief at the giant god standing on the earth, sculpted in the likeness of an Eredar, wearing a jeweled crown, carrying the Shield of Aggramar, wielding the Tide Stone, and with the stone hammer of Khaz'goroth hanging at his waist.

When Sachiel looked at Him, He also looked at Sachiel.

"traitor!"

The Lord said this.

Like a verdict, this moment dealt a heavy blow to Sachir's mind, causing him to stagger backward.

It finally knew what "things" the Draenei had shaped in this edge world, and it turned out it was right; Velen and Diakum had indeed prepared a "surprise" for the war to reclaim Argus.

The bad news is that, despite its best efforts to overestimate Draenor's defenses, it found itself underestimating its own brethren on the battlefield.

“That is Lord Argus! That is the Most High! That is the World Soul of our homeland! My God, He is with us!”

A chilling roar echoed through the ruins of the Karabor Temple.

Colonel Hunt, from the Krokun clan, excitedly stepped out of his hiding place. In the bombed-out city, he and his warriors watched the giant god stride toward them.

The close connection between the Eredar and the Argus Star Soul allows everyone who sees Him to recognize Him.

Xinghun is not dead!

Starsoul has been waiting for its moment of rebirth under the protection of the Draenei. Now, the Eredar's millennia-long exile has finally come to an end.

Under the personal guidance of the will of their homeland, they will embark on their true journey home.

The people of Ereda will surely return home!

Meanwhile, the demons who had followed Sacchariel into Draenor retreated, feeling oppressed and fearful as the cosmic deity strode forward, wielding thunder and storms as weapons.

What terrified the demons even more was that the Eredar rushed out of their cities like madmen, like a surging, boiling sea, roaring and swarming towards them like mercury spilling onto the ground, drowning any unfortunate demons who weren't fast enough to escape.

Those guys were so vicious and insane that they triggered the PTSD of some old demons who had participated in the war of Argus more than 20,000 years ago.

At this moment, they seemed to have returned to the past when they were fighting fiercely against the Eredar.

Countless battle flags waved, countless warriors shouted, and countless weapons were brandished. Wherever the world's supreme ruler's gaze fell, His bravest children fought for Him, just as in the great battle of Argus more than 20,000 years ago.
Yes.

That was just a ceasefire!

That great battle never ended. After a 25,000-year ceasefire, the final battle began again!

(End of this chapter)