Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 693, Section 61: Old Bonsandi's mournful cries in the small dark room were so melodious.

The tragic story of Ansu and Rukma finally came to a relatively perfect ending thanks to the intervention of the tangible "hand of holy light".

After Lady Elune persuaded the Queen of Winter to restart the Seed Garden, these two loving creatures may indeed become the first Wild Gods to return to the material world. Their reappearance foreshadows a new phase in the great cycle of life and death, and also foreshadows the failure of a certain schemer's intervention in the loss of control over life and death.

But to be honest, this reconciliation came a little late.

The balance of power between life and death is now clearly unbalanced, and as we can tell from Anzu's previous words, Zovar's army of Abyssal Oathbreakers has a complete invasion plan for the material world.

The fact that they've put this on the agenda means that it's only a matter of time before the final shattering of the veil of life and death occurs.

However, "military conquest" was merely the warden's backup plan. As the first Eternal to rise up against the order of the Firstborn, Zovar was somewhat "idealistic." His true plan lay in how to seize the power of Zaremotis and reshape the real order in the Shadowlands.

In that way, a "brilliant new world" could be established without the need for military conquest.

For Diakum, he not only had to stop the Warden's "grand scheme" in Zaremotis, but he also had to prepare for the invasion of the Maw of Oath into the Sea of ​​Matter after the veil of life and death was broken.

Otherwise, it's hard to say what the consequences will be once these "deadly ribs" actually join the already lively "Starry Sea Grand Melee".

It's still uncertain who will win in the battle between the Maw of Oath and the Burning Legion in the Star Sea, but if the Star Sea lifeforms, already suffering from demons and on the verge of hell, were to have another "death father" added to their heads, then none of them would survive.

If the situation really gets that bad, then even if Diakum is unwilling, he will have no choice but to use his last resort.

Let the swarm devour everything.

Ah, such a sea of ​​stars, just thinking about it is quite exciting.

Look, the golden giant is here; the space green-skinned creature is here; the Khorne demon is here; the cunning void is here; the death ribs are here; the devourer swarm is here.

Holy crap, where the hell are you?

Is this still Azeroth?

Give me back my wonderful old world that had minor disasters every three days, major disasters every five days, and a world collapse every weekend!
Dick shook his head, banishing the terrifying future from his mind, and then rode his reindeer across the woodlands of Ardenweald. When he arrived at the nearest Mushroom Ring teleportation point, old mushroom-headed Marasmuse was already waiting for him there.

"Let me remind you, your power is too strong, so if you want to sneak in without alerting Muezara, who currently controls the other world, you'll have to suppress the energy fluctuations on your body first."

Old Mushroom Head emphasized:
“You have to keep it under control! Otherwise, even I, Old Mushroom, won’t be able to accurately send you to the place where Bumsanddi is being held captive. Also, when I went to scout ahead just now, I unexpectedly discovered that Muezara is entertaining ‘guests’ in the other side of Bumsanddi.”

"what?"

Diakum leaped off the reindeer, snapped his fingers, and his cool-looking sword, the reindeer, vanished in a flash of light. As he suppressed his power, he asked:
"Guests? From where do these guests come from? Who could arrive in the other world so silently under the watchful eye of the Queen of Winter?"

"Old Mushroom didn't know that the place where they were talking was a bit far from Old Mushroom's mushroom ring. Old Mushroom only heard different voices, and there were at least three people including Muehazara."

Old Mushroom Head solemnly reminded:

"But considering Mu'ezara's position under the Warden, there aren't many people in the entire Shadowlands who can be personally greeted by him, so you must be careful this time."

Old Mushroom believes that your strength is enough to suppress Mu'ezara, but this is, after all, the land of death. Your holy light will be interfered with here, while Mu'ezara's power will be enhanced. Therefore, it is best to win with strategy, and if that doesn't work, don't try to fight by brute force.

Old Mushroom will leave a 'door' for you in the Mushroom Ring, so you can retreat immediately if anything unexpected happens!

Ardenweald is the Queen's territory.

Here, the Queen may encounter formidable enemies she cannot defeat, but she can absolutely protect you from harm.

"Ah."

Dick nodded.

Although she didn't think she would need such help, she still thanked the Queen of Winter for her protection with restraint, and then stepped into the mushroom ring.

This teleportation was different from the previous ones. To ensure the secrecy of the teleportation, Old Mushroom Head deliberately slowed down the teleportation speed, making Diakum feel as if he had entered a cold and damp pipe and was going up along that pipe.

After navigating a maze-like area, it was finally "spit out" by the mushroom ring with a bang.

Diakum grinned; this teleportation experience was terrible in every sense of the word.

Maybe Old Mushroom Head came in through the sewers of the other world. So, are you out of your mind, Bwonsamdi? Why would you build a base in the Shadowlands, surrounded by undead, and then create a sewer?

how?

Do the spirits of your deceased still have the need to excrete waste?

"Oh, that's because the sewer system was installed during the mummification process to drain waste fluids regularly."

Old Bonsandi originally intended to dump the waste liquid directly into the lake in Ardenweald, but the Queen of Winter sent someone to warn me that if I dared to dump even a single drop of waste water into her lake, I would lose my head.

"Sigh, old Bonsamdi is in a sorry state. In Ardenweald, he's not even as good as the Queen's dog."

Just as Diakum was complaining, a familiar, cheeky voice sounded from beside him, carrying a hint of weakness and joy.

Dick turned around and saw Bumsandy, looking just like a hamster in a cage, pitifully clinging to the black bars, peeking out his thin head covered by a white bone mask from between the bars, sticking out his long, blood-red tongue—a perfect cosplay of a hanged man trying to scare a passing Warrior of Light to death.

Its skull and eye sockets gleamed with a kind of snarling light, and it said in a strange, eerie tone:

"Ah, great vigilant, months after old Bumsandi sent out his distress call, you finally arrived after much beating around the bush. Should I kneel down here and thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to save my dog's life?"

"Stop complaining. You have no idea what price I paid to save you."

Dick waved his hand and said:
"But you look alright. I'm actually prepared to see you dismembered into pieces of dried-up old meat by Mu'e Zala after entering the other world."

I even booked a suturing procedure for you at the Creation Institute in Maldraxus, but it seems you don't need that service.

Aside from being a little weak, I didn't suffer much.

"Hmph, old Bonsandi didn't want to suffer, so when my terrible father showed up, I promptly knelt down."

The troll Reaper retorted:
"What kind of perseverance and heroic sacrifice for love and justice is this? That's not the style of old Bumsandi!"
I handed over my painstakingly built 'Troll Paradise' to the cruel old man, and even knelt down to lick his stinky feet to escape this calamity. Most importantly, Mu'ezara needs me.

I still have some use to it.

It and its mad collaborators want to do something terrible. Every Grim Reaper is a collaborator they need. You see, not just me, Hela has been one of them for a long time.

Don't be fooled by old Bonsamdi kneeling to save his life; I'm a tough nut to crack, holding out until the very end. The Grim Reapers of this galaxy are already their servants.

At this point, Bumsandi sighed and said:
"I'm scared, to be honest, I'm really scared of the golden-haired vigilante!"

After I found out what Mu'ezara and the warden were planning, I kept thinking about jumping ship.

I'm a coward; I could never see any glory or power in the great undertaking they promised. If the warden actually succeeded, a starry sea that falls into death but never dies—just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle.

So what are you still standing there for?

Having revealed his inner weakness, Bumsandi urged:

“I knelt down completely, offering up my otherworld as Muezara’s base of operations in Ardenweald, and having it hide the Warden’s servants here, so there’s no calamity of death for the time being, but you can’t waste any more time.”

I have a secret to tell you, Lich King!
You know that, right?

That wretched, lowly green-skinned head adorned with the Crown of Domination—that thing was the 'bomb' the Jailer used to shatter the veil of life and death! They had malicious intentions from the start, sending that thing to the Nathrezim to deceive the Burning Legion into cooperating with them.

"I hope you've already killed the Lich King before you come to the Shadowlands, otherwise things will get complicated." Under Bwonsamdi's expectant gaze, Diakum shrugged and said:
"No, I didn't do that. I could have, but I didn't. I let the Lich King go, making him think he had escaped."

The Crown of Domination is still on the Lich King's head, and I have no intention of commanding the warriors of the Holy Light to attack its fortress.

It's pointless.

The vigilant surveyed his surroundings and whispered:

"The breaking of the veil of life and death is unstoppable. The army of the Abyss Oath has already taken shape, and we must find an opportunity to eliminate them instead of continuing to seal them in the Maw. That army will be awakened sooner or later, so it's better to use them for our own purposes while we can control the situation."

No need to instill fear, Bumsandi.

I know you're scared, but don't worry, even if the sky falls, someone as tall as me will hold it up.

"Uh."

Bumsandi hesitated for a moment.

It ultimately offered no further comment, and although it was unclear where Diakum's confidence came from, the guy certainly seemed to have a well-thought-out plan.

Now that I've been reduced to living in a dog cage, I really don't have the energy to think about anything else.

"Did you have any backup plans?"

Diakum reached out and gripped the lock on Bonsandi's dog cage, crushing it with a firm squeeze. As Bonsandi shrank back from the bars, pulling his head back, and then stretched out of the cage, the guard asked:
“I don’t plan to let Muezara go back to the Abyss. That guy has caused too much trouble. It’s rare that he’s in your territory. Don’t tell me that you didn’t prepare for this ‘filial piety’ when you were building the Otherworld?”
Even I know that your relationship with your adoptive father is terrible.

If a scoundrel like you hadn't been prepared, I, as your rescuer, would have been truly disappointed.

"Prepared? Of course we are!"

Bumsandi twitched his dirty face, then said with a gloomy expression:
"But I can't be sure that the magic totems used for imprisonment and sealing will definitely work. Mu'ezara found a very generous collaborator. The warden gave it far too much of the Maw's anima.

It's like the trap originally intended for the tigers of Stranglethorn Vale is now being used to ensnare Snowfury.

Although they are all tigers
But these two are clearly not the same concept.

"It's good that you're prepared."

Diakum patted Bonsamdi on the shoulder and said:

“You go prepare your backup plan. I’ll lure it in. So what if Snowrage? When you beat Snowrage to the brink of death, its resistance won’t be stronger than that of a tiger in Stranglethorn Vale. Thor has already shown us how to tame the Four Celestials.”

I just need your backup plan to trap Muhzara!
"I'll handle the direct combat."

"Ah, that's why they say our Mr. Dick is so strong and tough! What I want to hear is your unwavering confidence when you face difficulties, it's truly as magnificent as the sun shining on all living beings, ah, my eyes are almost blinded."

"It was your righteous light that blinded this old codger."

Upon hearing this, Bumsandy, who had been frowning, immediately burst into laughter. It gave Dick a frantic licking of its anus, giving him a shout-out, before limping away to prepare to activate the trap. However, as it left, it turned back, rubbing its hands together, and said:

"Let me make it clear beforehand, I'm not greedy, it's just about the ownership of Mu'ezara's magic essence."

"I'm not a troll, and I don't have the habit of using those disgusting magical essences, not even those of lesser gods. That's a god of death; why would a passing warrior of light like me need its magical essence?"
Should I mix protein powder with water and drink it?

Dick rolled his eyes and said:
"Moreover, he was your father, and it is perfectly reasonable and legitimate for you to inherit his property, prestige, and power after Mr. Mu'ezara's unfortunate passing. Therefore, if you are willing to become a partner of justice in this escalating conflict, I can even assure you that you will obtain all of Mu'ezara's treasures."

"You said it! I've got it, don't try to deny it later!"

Old Bonsandi, no longer the weak figure he had been, instantly became energetic under the lure of the enormous profits. He produced a replica of the Savior's badge from who-knows-where, pinned it to his chest, coughed dramatically, and loudly proclaimed:
"To be honest, I, Bonsandi, have long been a partner of justice!"

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"The Emperor's needs are thus. I have already made arrangements with Maldraxxus. Marquis Sindarine is a very enthusiastic lich lord, and she is more than willing to give the Emperor face in this matter of assistance."

She readily gave us the crafting method for the highest-grade Lich Ascension Life-Protecting Box.

Just as Diakum and Bwonsamdi, the "partners of justice," were preparing to set a trap to kill Mu'ezara, in the main hall of the Otherworld, the oldest and most powerful Loa was talking with his guests.

His Excellency Sachir, the "Emperor's Envoy," dressed in the traditional robes of the Venthyr absolution and carrying a crimson staff adorned with candles of sin, is making his demands of Mu'ezara.

It spoke gently to the ancient Grim Reaper whose body had shrunk before it:

"The Emperor needs a container that can perfectly contain the concepts of 'life and death' as ​​the base material for the Life-Protecting Box. Such materials are hard to find, but there should be plenty in Azure Fairyland. Considering your immense power here, I have come to you for help."

"Mighty Mu'ezara, please share my master's burdens."

"Heh, a vessel for life and death?"

Mu'ezara is an old troll.

Its appearance is just like Bwonsamdi's, a traditional troll, or even more traditional than Bwonsamdi. This guy doesn't wear a shirt, just a grass skirt tied around his waist, a "primitive" troll outfit.

With a full head of white hair and an amazing amount of hair, he looked very healthy.

Losa is genuinely envious.

The guy let out a low laugh and said:

"It seems the Emperor has quite the ambition. While ruling over the dead, he also plots to expand his royal power into the realm of life. But how should I put it? Cooperating with such an ambitious person is a comfortable thing."

There were indeed many such 'containers,' and very few people knew the secret of the Queen of Winter.

When she was creating Ardenweald, she felt that the place was too quiet and needed some of the noise of life. Therefore, she infused the concept of life into the container of death, giving a certain creature here the rather rare characteristic of 'life and death sharing the same origin'.

Leprechaun!

That's right, those noisy and stupid fairies, they are the perfect vessels the Emperor needs.

You only need to catch one!
It's simple; fairies always fall into all sorts of traps because of their recklessness.

I am happy to offer the Emperor a little help, but I am curious why the Emperor, as an Eternal being under the Mandate of Heaven and already the foremost great being in the Shadowlands, would suddenly need a Life Box.
It sounds like the Emperor sensed danger approaching?

"This"

Prince Renasol, standing beside Sachiel, was about to explain when suddenly a terrifying roar echoed from the Otherworld, after which the temperature of the entire Otherworld began to rise rapidly.

The prince of Venthyr immediately drew his sword, but Sacher reached out and held it down.

It smiled and said to Mu'ezala, whose expression had slightly changed:

"The Emperor did indeed foresee the impending danger, but it seems that the 'danger' has come to you first. The visit of the Butcher of the Holy Light often signifies the extermination of evil. Considering that our path is diametrically opposed to the Way of the Holy Light, we are 'evil' in his eyes."

Be careful, sir.

The prince and I await your triumphant return.

Ps:

The following is likely the largest boss before the Devourer of All Realms: Mu'ezara.
(End of this chapter)