Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 666, Section 34. The Shadowlands proclaim that destiny is unshakeable, but professional fate-defenders think they should loosen the soil around it.
Diakum felt like he had become a bad person who stole what others desired.

But this is actually a misconception caused by an "overly high sense of morality".

If a villain were truly here, possessing two Eternal Marks, his wicked and treacherous mind would be enough to use those two marks as a fulcrum to plunge the entire Shadowlands into chaos, war, and destruction in a short period of time.

For truly bad people, this is not difficult to do.

Therefore, Diakum's self-assessment was just a joke.

Most importantly, when a group of bad guys want to get their hands on something to do bad things, Diakum, as the "messenger of justice," takes the initiative to collect those important items, which is undoubtedly part of maintaining the existing order.

However, considering that the so-called "Mandate of Heaven" of the Shadowlands is visibly rigid and has developed terrible problems after countless eras, it seems that the "bad guys" want to achieve the collapse of Mandate of Heaven and the reshaping of order by stripping away the "underlying code," which is not necessarily a bad thing.

Therefore, Diakum hesitated for a moment.

He wanted to sort out his thoughts, but that didn't stop the Twin Realms Traveler and several Spirit Relic Craftsmen from starting to extract the mark of the previous Arbitrator from the core of the Eternal Arbitrator.

The so-called "mark of the eternal".
In reality, it doesn't possess any substantial power.

That was merely the "identity certificate" of the Eternals who formed the foundation of the Shadowlands, and also the legal basis for the four covenants to maintain their "rule" in the Shadowlands. This thing naturally came from the creation of the Primal Ones who created this Force realm.

While the spirit brokers were busy, Dick was admiring the battle marks of the Lord of War that the Twin Walkers and Rafaam had found in a place called "Kexia".

It is not an "entity".

It looks like an illusion created by cheap optical projection, yet it exists independently and is not disturbed by any external forces.

This weapon master's mark is bound by some very special sealing spells, which, like chains, encircle the mark to prevent the information contained within from being leaked and to make it impossible to be tracked.

This is why the Twin Walker, despite stealing the Mark of the Eternals while being pursued by the Abyss Oathbringers, could still leisurely hide in the Spirit Broker Market.

The Lord of War is the master of Maldraxxus and the embodiment of the concept of "conquest." This may sound a bit cliché, since the power of many individuals in the material world is associated with "war." But what makes the Lord of War more powerful than those others is that "victory" is also a concept of power that the Lord of War wields!

This guy's past experience can truly be described as "victorious in every battle".

However, the Lord of War has been missing for a long time, so long that apart from the five Warlords of Maldraxxus who are currently engaged in battle, no one in the Shadowlands cares about His whereabouts anymore. Many people believe that the Lord of War has perished in his first and last defeat.

But the war necromancers of Maldraxxus stubbornly believe that their Eternals are still alive. Therefore, once they sense the presence of the Mark of the Warlord, they immediately send their most valiant messengers to retrieve it.

Diakum analyzed the seals before him, but gave up after a few minutes.

As a country bumpkin of the Holy Light, one should honestly focus on using strength and bricks; researching the principles of other people's mysterious seals is clearly not something a Holy Warrior should do.

So Diakum pursed his lips and delivered a powerful "brick-flying" blow with his five fingers together.

"Bang" sound.

The complex seal of the binding mark was torn apart, the commotion startling the dual-realm traveler who was dealing with the Arbitrator's mark. Turning around, he exclaimed in shock:
"Why did you open it! The war-mongers of Maldraxxus will be here soon. This Broker Market is not a combat facility."

"Aren't you talking nonsense?"

Diakum sighed and said:
"How can we obtain the information left inside by the Lord of War if we don't open it? When you were chasing it, you should have seen the warnings left by the Lord of War along the way, right?"

"Yes, we've met before."

Seeing Diakum's calm demeanor, showing no fear of the potential Maldraxxus pursuers, the Twinworld Walker quickly calmed down after a brief moment of tension.

After all, ever since it met Dick, this guy has never been one to take lives lightly.

Even if the war fanatics of Maldraxxus were to actually appear, they would be dealt with single-handedly by the Vigilant. After all, the Eternal Arbitrator, who had delivered a powerful flying kick upon first entering the Shadowlands, had his power frozen in place, demonstrating that his awe-inspiring strength had clearly been preserved in the Shadowlands.

What are you afraid of!
When the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up, and the Twin Walkers haven't yet found anyone taller than Diakum.

Therefore, when questioned by the vigilant, the dual-realm traveler, while cooperating with the spirit medium to extract the imprint from the arbitrator's core using exquisite energy resonance, briefly replied:
"That 'Master of War' seems to have a habit of keeping a diary, and doesn't seem like a serious person. Anyway, when we followed the spirit brokers and explorers from the Ai Foundation into the mysterious Cecia, we triggered the information He left behind along the way."

It felt like a warning left by someone who knew they were about to fall into a dead end, for those who came after them!

He said that He had sensed that His 'ancient brother' had broken free of his prison and was plotting something terrible. To ensure that these things would not disrupt the divine order of the Shadow Kingdom, the Lord of War went alone to Kercia to investigate.

That hellish place called 'Keccia' is located outside the Maw; it's an undiscovered realm of the dead.

However, each kingdom in the Shadowlands has its own place in Destiny, so the Lord of War firmly believes that the existence of 'Kexia' also has its own mysterious symbolism in Destiny.

He believed that Zovar harbored ambitions in Ceshia, but it was also a trap set for Him.

After the Lord of War realized that the information related to the 'Holy Tomb of the Firstborn' was hidden in Cecia, He knew that He could no longer escape. Therefore, before the Lord of the Maw went there in person, He hid that mysterious and dangerous knowledge along with His own mark.

This ensures that the master of the Maw will never get what He desires.

Diakum nodded.

What the Twin Walker said was no different from the "plot" in his memory. It seemed that the twist of fate he caused in the material world had not affected the destiny of the Shadow Kingdom.

He reached out and touched the Warlord's Mark, which he had freed from its restraints. As his fingers, wreathed in light and shadow, touched the object, the information stored within jumped out uncontrollably.

The power projection of the War Lord was formed in that flickering light.

It was a guy dressed like a necromancer, wearing a low-key but cool robe, holding a staff that looked really impressive, and with two exaggerated long horns on his head that looked like helmet decorations, but those things were growing on his forehead.

He had a gloomy demeanor, and his white beard made him look like a grumpy old man.

In these remaining images, he portrayed with remarkable realism the image of an old man who found himself in dire straits, filled with anger, dejection, and helplessness.

He kept tapping his ornate and extravagant staff, and said loudly:

"No matter who you are!"

When you see this memory, it means that I have already fallen into Zovar's hands and become a pitiful prisoner or even worse. I may have been transformed by my former brother into a 'weapon of war' for him to destroy everything.

do not doubt!
Zovar's 'Power of Domination' can suppress other Eternals. You might be wondering why I am so familiar with His trump card?
Because that power was something I invented!

I designed it specifically to suppress my arrogant brother who wanted to overthrow destiny, but I underestimated Zovar's patience and his hatred for the Firstborn and destiny, from which he drew terrible power.

The power I used to bind Him was manipulated by Him in the opposite direction.

The Abyss, meant to punish the incorrigible, has fallen into His hands, and He has forged His army from the most ruthless, insane, and brutal evil souls in the entire universe.

The former 'Eternal Arbiter' Zovar has transformed into a terrifying tyrant, but conquest and rule are not all that He desires. He is also planning something very terrible, but I have no time to go into details. Remember what I am about to say!
Once the marks of the five Eternals are gathered, the gate to 'Zalemotes' can be opened! It is a world that does not exist in any known laws; it does not conform to any physical or metaphysical rules you know.

That is where the Firstborn created the Shadow Realm, and where they set the order of destiny.

Hidden there lies the power to reshape your perception of reality!

It can reshape not only the Shadow Realms, but also the Matter Starfield, and even affect other Force Realms.

Find the most powerful allies you can find, search the material world, search other forces, and stop Zovar's ambitions for all the worlds and all orders we know and do not know!

Ah, here they come!
I heard Zovar's roar; He came in person!
There is no time left. I will hide my mark and this memory here, and the fate of all things is in your hands.

The information about the battles ended abruptly there.

The entire chamber was silent, and even Rafaam, who was leaning against the side wiping the "treasure lamp" that he had stolen from somewhere, stared wide-eyed.

The message left by the warlord was rather terrifying.

What a terrifying prospect: to overturn all known and unknown worlds and all order! But the vigilant are not surprised.

Hey, I've dealt with this kind of crisis countless times in my "past life".

He quietly observed the expressions of the several artifact brokers around him. Although these high-ranking and luxuriously dressed energy beings were completely devoid of expression, the Vigilant's mental power allowed him to clearly perceive the shared desires of these artifact brokers who belonged to different conglomerates.

The information left by the Lord of War regarding the "Secrets of the Firstborn" has clearly activated the desire for profit and power in the hearts of these artifact craftsmen.

It's like throwing a key that can unlock a treasure trove of billions in front of a group of guys who dream of getting rich overnight, and expecting them to calmly hand it over to the police is just wishful thinking.

The Twin Walker wanted to say something, but Diakum stopped him with a look. Then the Vigilant coughed and hid the mark in his powerful spirit body.

He said loudly:

"You've all heard it. The fate of the entire Shadowlands and even the material world hangs in the balance. We must find all the Marks of the Eternals. At the very least, we must ensure that those Marks do not fall into Zova's hands."

Fortunately, we already have two marks.
"Extract the arbitrators' marks as soon as possible; I will personally protect them to ensure they do not fall into the hands of that tyrant."

The spirit artifact brokers nodded frantically and then sped up their work, much like a herd of nuclear-powered cattle and horses fed with nuclear waste, able to move without a whip.

But at that moment, a female spirit medium dressed in a gorgeous red velvet cloak, escorted by several powerful spirit medium swordsmen, charged over menacingly.

This lady must be the mistress of this veil market, the wealthy merchant Solia.

She snapped at the Twin Realms Traveler, somewhat exasperated:

"I only took you and your mad thief king in because we're from the same hometown. I've already warned you that brokers have their own rules in the Shadowlands. Don't bring your ways from the material world over here."

My consortium has always maintained a fairly good business relationship with the war lords of Maldraxxus, but I don't know what you did. Just now, three floating war cities appeared in the Interdimensional Realm and trapped us here!

They're not kidding!

The liches of the Ritual Chambers are already preparing to bombard this defenseless Veil Market. For the sake of the lives of the thousands of spirit brokers here, I must hand you over now.

Don't resist! Behave yourself.

"They arrived quickly. As expected of the most combat-effective military group in the Shadow Kingdom."

Diakum clicked his tongue, glanced at the Twinworld Walker, and gave it a subtle look.

The dual-realm traveler understood instantly.

It stepped forward and pulled the aggressive Solia aside, chattering away about their discovery.

A moment later, as Solia looked at the Arbitrator's Heart Core being processed by the Relic Craftsmen, the energy sparks on her mask flickered with a look of longing.

"The treasure trove of the Firstborn? The power to reshape reality? Hiss, this involves the Eternals, it sounds very risky."

Solia rubbed her hands together, deep in thought.

she says:

"There are five marks in total, and we already have two? Ah, what a wonderful start! Doesn't this mean the initiative is already in our hands?"

"So, if the liches from the Ritual Chamber are coming, then I can tell you, they are not here to kill us."

The dual-realm traveler whispered seductively:

"Because the information that Rafaam and I received about Kercia was told to us by a 'Lich Baron' who held a high position in the Ritual Court."

The Vigilant's network of connections is extraordinary, as Sorry.

You might not understand, but even someone as distinguished as him has his own friends in the Shadowlands, quite a few of them. You see, we're preparing for this extravagant and incredibly profitable undertaking, and if you're considering joining, you'll have to follow our lead.

I know that some brokerage corporations in the Shadowlands are also pursuing the mysteries of the Firstborn. You're responsible for gathering all of them here.

Those who stand guard need the wisdom of our fellow citizens.

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"Are you sure those liches and their exaggerated construct warriors won't start a massacre here once they arrive at my market?"

A moment later, the wealthy merchant Solia lowered the defensive shield of her Veil Market. Holding a magical artifact for self-defense, she said suspiciously:
"It wasn't easy for me to build the Socratic Corporation from scratch in the Shadowlands. I also hope to become a new Prince of the Node through my business expansion in the Shadowlands."

I warn you, dual-realm traveler.

If your lich companions intend to destroy my floating city, I will not stand idly by. This artifact, said to originate from the Firstborn, is sufficient to protect my sacred property.

"You'd better not expect to actually use it."

Diakum, observing coldly from the sidelines, offered a warning to the greedy and wealthy broker:

“Even though I myself am not well-versed in the mysteries of the Firstborn, I can see that you are using it completely wrong! Also, I heard that you found this artifact fragment in Azeroth, is that right?”

"This is a trade secret! I cannot say for sure."

Solia glanced warily at the vigilant guard.

Then she scratched her mask, feeling it was impolite to treat such a distinguished person so bluntly, and whispered:

"Alright, I can reveal a little bit to you. This artifact and that powerful Titan Guardian are both spoils of war of the infamous time thief and Eternal Dragon Pirate Queen 'Hooktail'."

The remnants of the Eternal Dragonflight somehow unearthed this dangerous treasure of the Firstborn from some point in Azeroth, and I seized it with a brilliant 'wealth transfer'.

We call this 'the redistribution of wealth'.

And who do you think they found these dangerous things to deal with?
"Ha, I am the heroic merchant who secretly saved Azeroth; it's just that my Succubus conglomerate has always been indifferent to fame and fortune."

She boasted triumphantly about her successful robbery, completely losing her earlier vigilance.

The Twin Realms Traveler shook his head helplessly at this sight.

The vigilant's use of the "power of the mind" became increasingly masterful, and his poor compatriots were being manipulated at will.

Soon, the three ethereal floating cities surrounding the Veil Market established contact with the Broker City, and in the light of the teleportation spell, several elegantly dressed liches appeared there.

Solia quickly recognized their leader, and she exclaimed in exaggerated surprise:
“My goodness, Marquis Cindy! Your presence has brought great honor to my city.”

Diakum strode forward, extended his hand to the lich that was hovering towards him, and greeted him:

"long time no see."

"Yes, it's been a long time, Diakumdick."

Medivh, the astral mage, or "Lich Baron," grasped the Vigilant's hand with his cold, bony claws and whispered:

"Thank you for taking care of my mother during this time. I guess your arrival means that I, a wanderer far from home, am returning home?"

Ps:

The image of the warlord:

(End of this chapter)