Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 649, Section 17: Diakum's stats and mechanics are too outrageous, so he's being kicked out!

The "cosmic storm" woven from the Tide Stones protected Draenor, and the power from the Pillars of Creation prevented the demon fleet from employing its leisurely orbital bombardment tactics.

The demon commanders who retreated to safe areas in the sea of ​​stars to await orders did not receive Sachiel's "micro-management instructions," but instead received a series of "terrifying battle reports."

"Speak clearly to me!"

The archdemon Mak'zar, remaining aboard the flagship of Sachar, gripped the dreadlord before him and roared:

What does it mean that 'Argus is alive'?

"It means exactly what it says! Your World Soul has come back to life. He somehow acquired the body of a lesser god and is now leading the maddened Eredar in a frenzy of slaughtering us on Draenor!"

The fear demon's pale face was filled with unconcealed terror, and it screamed:

"Run! Sachiel is beyond saving, it's trapped! Your World Soul has personally designated it as a 'traitor,' and now all the Eredar in the world are eager to strangle it with their own hands."

Even this mad world itself is yearning to possess its skull!
This is a trap!

The Lord of Fear truly felt "fear".

Its piercing scream echoed throughout the bridge, like a harbinger of doom, it cried out at the top of its lungs:

"This is a trap set for us by the wicked Velen and the cruel Diakum! They want to lure the Great Demon Lord here and carry out the execution in this world! The arrogant Sachiel has stepped right into it."

It's doomed.
But we still have a chance to leave.

"Shut up!"

Mak'zal used his ten fingers to strangle the dreadlord who had run back to report the news.

But it's too late.

The bridge was now full of Commander Man'ari; the news of Argus's resurrection was a bolt from the blue for these "traitors."

Even if every demon with a brain knows that the Argus Star Soul, even if awakened with some damned lesser god body, certainly wouldn't reach the power of a true cosmic god, the point remains: the Eredar and Argus are connected!
This connection will not be severed just because the Eredar have embraced fel energy and become Man'ari. In fact, even Malzak himself is feeling his heart pounding right now.

The thought of having to confront an Argus Star Soul who had chosen to embark on a "path of revenge" in this godforsaken world sent a sharp pain through its head.

He was certain that fighting on the Draenor battlefield with his current mindset would not yield good results.

It also believes that other Manaris are like it.

They lack the courage and will to confront the homeland they abandoned.

Moreover, even if the opponent is weakened, it is still a minor god, a power that a great demon can't possibly challenge.

In the eerie, deathly silence, Makzal gritted its teeth and made its decision. Its eyes turned coldly to its kin, and it said in a low voice:
"Pass down the order!"
Command all demon mages to open rifts with all their might, summoning more demons into the Draenor battlefield. Send out all the great demons that are not of our faction to oversee the battle on the ground, and hand over command of the battlefield to them.

Advance regardless of casualties!
"Let the demon hordes of the Twisting Nether fill every valley and ocean in this world. They'll love that order; they adore this ridiculous mode of warfare."

"What about us?"

Another Manari lord whispered:
“We can’t leave the Sculptor there; we must find a way to bring it back before it is killed by Argus.”

"Of course, people should be saved, but the situation of the Shaper is not as dangerous as you think."

Makzal tried to calm itself down and said:

"The connection between the Great Demon Lords and the Fel Force is far closer than we imagine, and it is not difficult for them to possess power comparable to that of a lesser god in a short period of time."

Don't listen to that damned Lord of Fear's nonsense, and don't panic.

Let the other demons charge first, and then we'll go over after the situation on the ground is cleared. That damned cosmic storm has completely covered the planet's orbit, so the warships can't enter the planet's atmosphere and will have to use teleportation to get to the battlefield.

I'll lead the team down in a bit!

You remain on the starship to maintain the summoning ritual. Once we reunite with the Shaper, you immediately 'drag' us back!

At this point, the great demon Manari looked coldly at the world before it, which was covered by a cosmic storm, and stamped its hooves, saying:
"I advised it before that it should let the demons fight battles where it has the advantage. It's like it's deliberately going to its death. Don't you guys think so?"

Mak'zar hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice and said to the other Man'ari high demons:

"The Shaper's behavior this time seems abnormal ever since it left Argus. It's very excited, even a little too excited, as if it's expecting something?"

"Yes, it's very irrational this time compared to before."

"The Sculptor spends a lot of time alone, but there are no ongoing experiments in its laboratory, and nobody knows what it's doing behind closed doors?"

“I’ve seen the Sculptor converse with something in the shadows, but there is clearly no life there. I even sensed the aura of the void. Yes, it was very faint, but it was definitely the aura of the void that truly existed!”

“It will spend some time staring blankly out the porthole, doing nothing, just staring straight at the starry sky. I’m very familiar with that state, and I’m sure it’s just daydreaming rather than thinking.”

The other Manari demons also chattered on, listing what they saw as abnormal.

The compilation of this information made Mak'zar even more worried. However, just as the flagship was in standby mode and had activated its fel engine to send a wave of great demons into the world's surface, several angelic warlocks discovered something unusual near the observation window.

"The phases of this starry sea are collapsing abnormally!"

They summoned Makzar and reported to him:
"It's as if something is arriving here from a great distance. It's an absolutely enormous phase entity beyond our imagination, and we've detected void energy erupting from the collapsed phase."

In a few minutes, or at most a dozen minutes, a powerful void entity might appear in this star field.

"A void entity at the level of a lesser god? A void lord who moves freely in the material world?"

Makzal was even more confused.

It could no longer understand the various sudden changes in this war. As an intelligent demon, it could sense that these changes were connected, but it could not unravel what they symbolized.

Moreover, when have void entities ever dared to appear so openly on battlefields frequented by the Burning Legion?

In the material universe, wherever demons go, void creatures should voluntarily retreat.

"The energy level of the void is still increasing!"

The Heavenly Punishment Warlock near the observation window screamed:
"If this is just energy dissipated from the other party, then the other party's physical energy level is likely to break through to the sub-god level. Ah, I know! It's the Devourer of All Realms! It's Dimensius!"
Only that guy can ignore the constraints of the void realm and travel freely in the material universe. We have witnessed such things in different star battlefields, but those entities destroyed by the fleet were merely a wisp of void echo of Dimensius.

But now, it's coming here in physical form!

The Heavenly Punishment Warlock turned around and said to Malzahar with great nervousness:
“We must leave this sea of ​​stars immediately. Once that guy appears, it’s hard to say what will become of Draenor, but we, these warships floating in the sea of ​​stars, will definitely be eaten by Dimensius as ‘snacks’.”

I am confident that we can face any adversary with our starship, but it is not in the choice of any intelligent life to rush into a 'moving black hole' just because of a mission given by fel energy.

Moreover, Dimensius is far more dangerous than a black hole.

"But look on the bright side, sir."

Another divine punishment sorcerer whispered:

"Once Dimensius arrives here, the so-called Argus Restoration Army of Draenor will be doomed no matter how capable they are. This world will definitely be devoured by the Eaters of Worlds. In the Battle of Kalecgos, didn't Diakum lead the Voidlings to reclaim the planet that Dimensius had occupied?"

I suspect that the Devourer of All Realms came here for revenge.

This is a dogfight between the Void and the Holy Light; let's just stand by and watch. Why get involved?

Both of their suggestions were good and indeed very reasonable.

But Malchezaar frowned deeply. It felt things weren't so simple. Although it had heard of the Devourer of Worlds, and although it knew of the feud between Dimensius and Diakum, those two "Di"-generation figures, the Devourer of Worlds had arrived in Draenor precisely at the moment of Argus's appearance.
Isn't this too much of a coincidence?

Considering the strange behavior of the Shaper that the Lords of Man'ari had recently observed, a terrifying thought surfaced in Mak'zar's mind.

What the hell!

My old leader, the great demon lord personally "enlightened" by the Dark Titan Sargeras, the spokesperson of the Fel Force in the material sea, the Shaper of Sargeras, could he really be colluding with the Void?

hiss!
If this is true, what choice should I make in such a terrifying situation?
or
Should I tattle on you first?

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"boom"

The spatial system of the material world suffered a thunderous blow, causing demons and orcs across the entire battlefield to cover their ears simultaneously.

In the area very close to the bursting rift, the warriors and demons who were unable to escape were swallowed by the suddenly torn vortex tunnel.

Griselda Blackhand and her Valkyries, who were leading the charge, were also unlucky enough to be pulled and swallowed into the vortex of the void. They could even clearly see the desolate and shattered continent in the other side of the Sea of ​​No Light amidst the dizzying spin.

Just as the Blackhand chieftain swung her chains to restrain her subordinates, golden light burst forth before their eyes.

"go back!"

At Diakum's gentle reminder, the orcs drawn into the tunnel simultaneously felt a force exerted on them. Taking advantage of this opportunity, they jumped back into the material world, then crashed back into the battlefield of the torn Gorgrond Wilderness in a miserable fall.

Ganon, the fallen Titan who returned to the material world first, will suffer a terrible fate.

His Destruction Disc had been shattered by Diakum's Supernova Solar Fist several times, and the loss of its instantaneous link with the Fel Force meant that each of his great spells required charging up, instead of the terrifying instantaneous release of before.

To make matters worse, as He struggled to tear open space to find a way back to the material world, an octopus-like void evil was also wrapped around His body and brought into the material world, only to fall into the midst of the demon army.

Thousands of demons were instantly driven mad, their fel-powered bodies exploding to create filthy flesh and blood.

As Diakum slammed into the ground in a classic superhero-style landing, the Fallen Norgannon unleashed a burst of fel energy that tore the void entity apart and incinerated it.

Norgannon was in a terrible state, and Diakum wasn't much better off.

Two beings hated by the Void engaged in a true battle in the territory of the Voidlings, resulting in Diakum's scorching divine body being forcibly cooled, and Anser's divine body developing cracks all over, looking like shattered crystal that would break at the slightest touch.

Of course, this thing isn't that weak, and this kind of breakage isn't necessarily a bad thing.

This is a necessary step for "fusion" to move towards the next stage of "rebirth". Shedding the powers left by Anser that are not suitable for Diakum, what is left are all carefully selected essences.

However, there is good news. Taking advantage of the battle in the Sea of ​​No Light, Diakum seized the opportunity to transform all the "Pain of Eclipse" he had accumulated during this time into a Void spell and cast it on the Fallen Norgannon. Only such a powerful entity could withstand this Void spell, which was definitely at the level of a lesser god.

Outstanding effect!

Norgannon's fiery, corrupted body was now frozen in place; the embers beneath the cracks in his body seemed extinguished, and flames of agony flickered in his eyes.

That was the weakness of enduring the pain of an eclipse.

The life force of this fallen divine body is being extinguished, like an inescapable "law of decay".

Although Norgannon's life level ensured that he could endure for a long time even when locked by the eclipse curse, even if he could leave today, in the not-too-distant future, this fallen one would still return to "death," and all his power and vitality would be sacrificed to the sun as fuel.

Of course, for Him now, that's more like a relief.

"what."

Norgannon, as the Titan god who wields arcane truth within the Pantheon, was naturally aware of the effects of Diakum's malevolent curse. Knowing that he might not be able to leave this world in his complete form, he intended to remain here to carry out the mission bestowed upon him by the Fel Force.

The absence of the Disk of Destruction is not a problem, as this corrupted body has already mastered enough world-destroying power through more than 20,000 years of fel energy immersion.

He just needs the right moment to release it.

But this time, when Norgannon was casting "World Destroyer," Diakum not only didn't step forward, but instead took a few steps back and disappeared into the shattered wilderness of Gorgrond as a streak of light.

Norgannon raised his dimly burning eyebrows in surprise.

The next instant, amidst the roar of the earth near Him, another "giant" burst forth from beneath the ground, wielding Kaz'goroth's sculpting stone hammer.

Lord Argus roared and swung his stone hammer, slamming it down on the fallen titan's forehead just as Norgannon was halfway through casting his Doomsday spell.

The force, as heavy as a mountain range crashing down, made the Fallen Titan dizzy. He was then tackled to the ground by the Lord of Argus with a standard Jadni pounce, causing the earth to tremble. As the Lord of Argus pressed him to the ground, he raised his hands and gripped the Thunderblade Emperor's Fall, stabbing it down amidst a deafening roar of thunder.

The power of creation, remotely provided by his sister Azeroth, allowed the sword to easily pierce the fallen one's body. As Lord Argus roared and spun his sword, it mercilessly severed most of the fallen one's left wrist.

This was not a fatal blow to a lesser god, but Lord Argus merely used this series of fierce attacks to greet the fallen Norgannon.

My Eredar children have spent countless hours and resources to enable me to stand in this war-torn state. I have no way to repay them except to bring them victory.

Yes.

Any extraterrestrial visitor who wants to harm this world must first get past Him!
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"buzz"

Holy light flashed like lightning, and as Diakum stepped out of the light into the battlefield of the ruins of the Karabor Temple, he was met with the pitiful sight of Sachar.

The Sculptor was hit hard by the Argus Lord's furious attack, and the fact that it survived such a blow fully demonstrates its value in the Fel Force sequence.

But since Diakum has appeared here carrying Ashbringer, it means that Sachiel's life is coming to an end.

"Well, I'd say this is a 'trial'."

Sachiel leaned forlornly beside the molten steel armor of an Antarn archdeacon, its staff, crafted from its own spine, broken.

Like an old, blind, and weak great demon, coughing up blood, he said to Diakum:
"I never expected you would respond to this trial with such a result. I thought you could get 90 points. Heh, as it turns out, the idiot who couldn't keep up with the times was me."

well done.

You did a great job!

"Are these your last words?"

Diakum stepped forward, carrying the holy blade dripping with liquid holy light, unconcerned about the sun crystals constantly peeling off his body. His voice was hoarse but gentle as he spoke:

"He's rather mediocre, not worthy of the identity of a Shaper."

"What last words? Did I say I was prepared to die today?"

Sachiel grinned, its pathetic bloodstains a testament to its disheveled state, as if it had returned to the grand lecture hall of Oronar. But this time, it rudely wiped the blood from its mouth and nostrils with its robes, pointed to the sky, and said:

"You guys almost buried us here, but luckily I invited another 'friend'. Ugh, the phase is collapsing, the starry sea is wailing, it's here, it's the Glutton, and so are you. But this starry sea can only sustain one of you."

Diakum!

My best student, you have done an excellent job on all the questions on this test paper.

Now, resolve this additional problem, obtain the most perfect reward you can receive on your journey through the Void, and then, we can 'set off'.

(End of this chapter)