Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 680, Question 48: How can you, an immortal and eternal being, stoop to the level of that brat Diakum who's over 20,000 years old?

As one of the Eternals of the Shadowlands, Emperor Denathrius, like his eldest daughter, possesses the concept of supreme power bestowed upon him by the Firstborn. He was born a god and transformed his will into the realm of death known as "Revendes".

It was a place quite different from the bright and tranquil Bastion of Ascension and the ever-bustling Maldraxxus.

Revendres is the birthplace of all intrigue, infighting, and murder; it is a place rife with sin, or rather, "sin" is the very label of Revendres.

Bastion accepts the souls of the virtuous, Maldraxxus only accepts warriors and warmongers, Ardenweald is the eternal home of all souls close to nature, and if you commit an error that can be called a "sin," then besides Revendreth, only that wretched place, the Maw, will accept you.

Of course, if a sinner's soul were given the choice between Revendreth and the Maw, 100% of souls would choose the former. Unfortunately, not every sinful soul has the right to choose.

choose?

Choosing that is "forgiveness" for sinners who can still be saved!
The most heinous scoundrels, the moment they are seen by the arbitrators, will be mercilessly thrown from the central circle of Olipos into the Abyss.

Therefore, in general, the destiny system that the Firstborn set up for the Shadowlands also has its own simple internal logic.

The good are blessed, the evil are punished.

This is probably a "universal value of the cosmos" that all intelligent life can accept.

It is precisely because Revendreth only accepts sinful souls that the place has become the perpetually gloomy, ghostly place where even the sewers are rife with intrigue.

Generally speaking, sinful souls are subjected to torture when they arrive in Revendreth. The Venthyrs under Emperor Denathrius are all masters of torture and punishment, but they torture sinners not for the purpose of tormenting them or to make them realize their sins and repent.

Just as the Kyrian bear the heavy responsibility of guiding souls, the Venthyr vampires of Revendreth also bear the responsibility of extracting anima from the souls of sinners to supply other realms with precious resources.

If we compare the entire Shadowlands to a multi-functional machine, then Bastion is the feed inlet, and Revendreth is the processing center for the ingredients.

As long as this place functions normally, given the number of souls the Shadowlands receive daily, none of the kingdoms in the entire Death World would lack anima. However, this godforsaken place has been suffering from anima famine for a long time, which clearly indicates that there must be a problem on Revendreth's side.

Other allies and nations sent representatives to Revendres demanding an explanation.

Unfortunately, Emperor Denathrius would always tell them that everything was normal, and that the lack of anima was caused by one problem or another, and that it could never be that Revendreth was the culprit.

He doesn't admit it; He's cheating.

Any dead person with a modicum of sense would know that Denathrius was up to no good, but the problem is that they have no right to demand that an eternal being reveal the truth.

Especially after the disappearance of the military commander responsible for resisting external enemies and maintaining internal stability, Emperor Denathrius became increasingly blatant.

That guy has basically stopped pretending now.

But Denathrius, who was a master of intrigue, was a true "man of the scene."

This is not just His self-evaluation, but a unified conclusion reached by all individuals who have seen or heard of His renown.

This guy is the kind of person who, even if you killed his entire family and strangled the guard dog, he can still maintain perfect manners in front of you after you meet, and even ask you how you are before you start fighting. He takes "superficiality" to the extreme.

At least in terms of etiquette, Diakum had never seen any creature that could rival Emperor Denathus.

This thing has an inherent somber elegance, like a rose in the night. Even though you know its bloodthirsty thorns will hurt you, you still can't help but be drawn to it.

In short, it can be summed up in two words: dignified!

Even now, despite being threatened with death by Diakum, Emperor Denathrius only showed a slight surprise in his eyes, and the "enthusiastic fake smile" on his handsome face remained unchanged.

It's like a "fixed emoji pack specifically for Eternal fraud".

Why be so murderous?

The Emperor, swirling a glass of red wine in his hand, said in a gentle tone:

"I think there might be some misunderstanding between us. Why don't you come over now, and we can sing and dance to clear things up? I really hope to maintain a good personal friendship with my distinguished guest."

“I will go to your palace, but not now; I will settle every score with you, but not now; I will keep this appointment as you wish, but not now!”

Diakum's tone remained mild, even though he had just delivered a "death sentence."

He said to Emperor Thenas the Great:
"I hope that when I appear before your palace with divine wrath, you will no longer wear that uncomfortable smile. I am a walker of the Holy Light, and I prefer to treat each other with sincerity rather than pretense."

I will not hide my disgust for you.

I have every reason to despise you. I know what you've done for a long time, I know your relationship with Nathrezim, and I know what kind of scum your 'perfect spies' have been up to in the six realms under your orders.

I will not hide the purpose of my trip.

"Sir, I'm here to 'collect a debt'!"

"Oh?"

The emperor became even more interested.

He elegantly swirled the crimson wine in the glass a few times, then sipped it gently, like a vampire savoring fresh blood.

He said:

"But this is only our first meeting. I really don't understand what 'debt' you have with me? Are you perhaps a messenger of the Dark Titan, here to claim hatred for those past events?"
That shouldn't be the case.

I believe that without my passionate guidance, Lord Sargeras would have taken an unknown amount of time to truly realize the Void's yearning for the material world and the atrocities committed by those terrible Void Lords in the real cosmos.

"Zera!"

Diakum didn't hide anything; he chose to be straightforward.

他 说:

"Because of the vicious 'fate' you wove, a sacred spirit with a bright future wasted countless years. If it weren't for my intervention, Zera's fate would have been even more tragic. A selfless being who was willing to give everything for all living beings in the starry sea will die worthless because of your manipulation and toying."

"Heh, what a ridiculous argument, esteemed guest."

Denathius laughed, even bursting into laughter.

He said jokingly:
"History never praises what never happened, just as hatred should not come from unfinished conspiracies. You yourself said that your intervention changed the fate of the Mother of Light."

You thwarted my plot, and I think the one who should be angry is me, not you.

I'm laughing now, and you're so angry.
Wouldn't this be turning the tables on the Heavenly Spirits?

"Then keep laughing, Your Excellency."

Diakum was too lazy to continue arguing with this guy.

He raised his fist and, amidst the swirling light, slammed it into the magic mirror before him, causing the indestructible Venthyr magical creation to shatter with a series of sounds.

As the mirror shattered and cracks spread, the figure of Emperor Denathrius suddenly broke apart, as if he had been dismembered, but then, in the next second, he strangely trembled and appeared in every fragment of the mirror.

Countless versions of Him stared directly at Diakum, making the scene before him both dark and distorted.

"Keep laughing, keep your good mood, but for me, every soul that has died unjustly because of you owes a debt from the time you sowed the first seed of your conspiracy until now!"

I am a meddlesome Lightwalker, and this warrior of light passing through the Shadowlands has decided to shoulder the old debts that cry out in the corners of history, yet remain unheard.
This is my duty, my mission, my passion, and my goal!

Dick said loudly:
“Every debt will be paid, every sin will be judged, and I am honored to personally bring you to the dock. When that day comes, please remember that I will be your judge, your jury, and your executioner.”

I can forgive every soul in the Shadowlands, even Zova, but you are the only one.
Denathious, you are one of the purposes of my journey!

I have many flaws, but I have one strength that I'm very proud of: once I set my mind on something, I will definitely accomplish it. So, enjoy your dinner, and may you live a long life, Your Excellency.”

"boom"

Another punch landed on the shattered mirror in front of him. This time, the holy light burst forth and shattered the magic mirror completely. At the moment when the entire Venthyr Magic Mirror was ablaze, the flames that climbed along every crack reflected the face of Emperor Denathius, which had finally turned grim.

He could no longer maintain that repulsive smile.

He broke down.

At the moment when the light faded, Diakum heard Denathius's assessment of himself:

"What an unromantic, holy barbarian! Ha, I was so blind to think you were an interesting soul burdened by the sins of the world, a piece of rotten wood unable to transcend."

That's all there is to it.

"boom"

The wine cup, filled with crimson wine, crashed to the ground as the emperor threw it away, the spilled wine and shards echoing the burning magic mirror.

The two exchanged one last glance through the mirror, after which all contact between them was completely severed.

The next time they meet, they will be mortal enemies.

But Diakum isn't even afraid of the warden, so why would he be afraid of Denathrius?
What a joke!
Intrigue is never a weapon of the strong; it is a common tactic used by the weak to balance the situation. If a guy is good at scheming and plotting, he is definitely not worthy of the title of "strong".

Have you ever seen Sargeras discussing with the great demons how to use intrigue to complete the Burning Crusade?
Denathus is the most brilliant schemer in the entire universe, which is enough to show that in a life-or-death battle, his threat is nothing special.

Moreover, Emperor Denathrius even had his "wife's sword" taken away by Azshara, leaving him without a suitable weapon. If he had any sense left, he would be planning his escape by now.

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“I need a container, a ‘life box,’ something that can protect my immortal will under any circumstances and help me escape when necessary.”

Revendres, the highest point of Fort Nathria.

Before the shattered magic mirror, Emperor Denathrius frowned and said to the person beside him:
"Such a thing is very hard to find. After all, it has to carry the will of an eternal being and provide perfect protection. I spent countless years polishing and shaping my personal sword, but unfortunately, due to some 'unexpected factors,' I accidentally lost it."

So, my dear friend, do you have any advice for me?

"Of course, your caution pleases me."

Still in Eredar human form, draped in a black robe, Sachiel answered calmly:

"What I fear most is that you rely too much on your status as an eternal being and disregard the harsh words that Diakum just uttered. I must emphasize again that Diakum and I have some history together."

I can tell you definitively that he wasn't bluffing just now.

He was really angry.

I've rarely seen someone so angry, which suggests you might actually be facing some risk.

However, if you take it seriously, this risk is not enough to affect the predetermined future of an eternal being. As for the vessel you need, although I possess similar knowledge, your high requirements make such a vessel difficult to obtain easily.

Sachir hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice:
"But the Ritual Court of Maldraxxus houses outstanding liches from across the entire galaxy, and I feel we can't find more professional advisors than them on the issue of the 'Life Box'."

Of course, we can only consult similar knowledge. This destiny box reserved for the distinguished must be shaped by us from start to finish and must not be entrusted to others.

I've heard that your 'collaborator' has a mysterious 'Spell Carver' under his command?
Frostmourne and Crown of Domination were created by it.
Such skill, combined with perfect knowledge, is enough to create what you need.

At this point, Sachiel, who had officially left "Fel Energy" and joined "Death," and who had obtained a position second only to the Emperor in Revendreth, glanced at the Emperor's private area.

His gaze swept over the ornate weapon racks, and he shook his head, saying:

"Most importantly, you urgently need a divine weapon that can withstand the power of the Sun and the power of the Eclipse! This will prevent you from being at a disadvantage when facing the enraged Diakum."

I think we can accomplish both things at the same time.

This suggestion pleased Emperor Denathrius, who nodded in approval and said:
"To forge a weapon and use it as my 'talisman' is like my lost Remonia. My heart cries out at the thought of my sword."

"But that shameless thief has already been thrown into the Abyss by you!"

Sachir said coldly:

"So what if she is Azshara?"
No soul has ever escaped from the Maw, she's doomed!

She will suffer there until she despairs, at which point you will appear before that laughable mortal as a 'redeemer,' and even the proud Azshara will become a loyal dog at your feet.

"Don't do this, my friend."

The Emperor's eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty light, yet he waved his hand and rebuked:
"Gentlemen like us cannot so vulgarly curse a lady of exceptional beauty, but you are right, Revendres does indeed need a queen of sufficient stature and authority."

When the new destiny is established, I hope that Lady Azshara will be my attendant to protect me as I ascend to the throne of death.

Then do as you say, Lord Sachil.

You, the most outstanding spellcaster in the starry sea, should go and negotiate with those liches to acquire their valuable knowledge. I will use my connections to complete the forging of the vessel.

Speaking of which, given your deep-seated hatred for that incorrigible barbarian Diakum, perhaps you also need a similar 'guarantee'.

Would you like me to order an 'eternal amulet' for you as well?"

The Emperor said in a gentle tone:

"Don't mention it. I'm happy to make some small gift for my loyal friend. I'm always generous when it comes to a perfect friend like you."

"Well, then I'll gladly accept your offer."

Sachir chuckled and stroked his chin, saying:
“I want a skull, my own skull. Alas, my once perfect skull was shattered by Diakum’s sword. I’m a sentimental person.”

I hope to begin my immortal career serving you by wearing that iconic piece of jewelry.

However, I have another suggestion.”

Sachir said softly:

"If you want to extend your influence to the material world in the future, then perhaps when choosing the material for your amulet, you should choose some magical materials that can project your divine power to the other side of death."

What I mean is, perhaps we should make a trip to Ardenweald, for the great cycle of life and death is the foundation upon which all the realms of the universe are built.

If one could possess a sharp blade that could transcend life and death...
In the future, your chances of ascending to the throne of death will be much greater than just that!

If you're going to become king, why not just aim for the most magnificent throne?

You once commented that the Queen of Winter was an extremely boring woman, and how could such a person continue to hold a high position under the order you would establish in the future?
If the Shadowlands are ultimately unified, then you should begin preparing for the extension of your kingdom now!

You will rule over all the dead and all the living.

However, considering the turbulent undercurrents within your court, and the fact that those within are all eager to stir up trouble, it is best not to entrust this matter to others. I am willing to travel there with your loyal son to personally find the most perfect amulet materials for you.”

"That's a great idea! Let's do it that way."

Emperor Thenas's eyes lit up, and he nodded in satisfaction, saying:
“Oh, Sachir, my wise and trustworthy friend, how can I live without you?”

(End of this chapter)