Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 694, Section 62: Filial Piety and Parental Love Have Always Been a Precious Intangible Cultural Heritage of Azeroth - Bonus Chapter [15]

(Bonus chapter for "Book Friend 20170816215224737" [1/5])
When Mu'ezara, filled with the rage of being disturbed, appeared in the Well of Souls in the center of the Otherworld in the form of a "giant," causing the earth to tremble, Diakum had just finished dealing with all the Maw creatures in the Otherworld.

The Vigilant's method of solving the problem was very brutal; he gathered all the Oathsworn together and eliminated them.

It means "A" literally.

When the Abyssal Oathbringers who had attacked him gathered together, a Sun Fist struck like a meteor, ending the battle amidst a flurry of black ashes.

Hmm, these ashes are not quite the same as the remains left after the enemies of the material world were burned.

In the material world, the demons and undead that Diakum turned to ashes at least left behind some usable "materials." But in the Shadowlands, all the anima within these death warriors "forged" in the Maw and ignited by the Holy Light vanished in the impact of the power.

Their final "value of existence" was completely destroyed in this way, leaving only meaningless ashes scattered in the other world.

Locals generally call this thing "Ming Shang," which represents the last trace left after an individual who once existed has been erased. It is the most ruthless and painful way to die.

It even transcends the concept of "death".

The Dark Abyss was cold and gloomy. The black ashes drifted down around Diakum, who had just warmed up, trying to take away more light and heat upon contact. But the paladin, who stood like the sun, was not afraid of this final malice.

He simply rested his hands on his Sunstrider warhammer, looked up, and gazed at the overly "huge" Mu'ezara before him.

Without exaggeration, this ancient Loa is definitely one of the largest creatures Diakum has ever seen since embarking on the Star Wars. Although it doesn't reach the exaggerated size of Sargeras when he destroyed the planet, among all the creatures that cannot be called "true gods", Mu'ezara is definitely one of the largest individuals.

Although the concept of "size" cannot be used to measure combat power, such as a certain giant god that is only used to make a show of force.

However, unless there is some resentment about body size or some "deceptive" strategy, in a real battle of strength, it is rare for a powerful individual to inflate their body to this extent.

Unless one has a mythical talent like "Wrath of Giants," a large size does not necessarily mean increased strength. On the contrary, being too large can make it difficult to dodge skillfully, leading to comical and exaggerated defeats.

But Mu'ezala is clearly not the type to bluff.

The death energy contained within this creature's translucent, ancient body was so exaggerated that it was visible to the naked eye. Dim stars flickered beneath its skin, making it look like a giant spirit composed of dim starlight.

This is enough to prove that Mu'ezala's enormous size signifies the immense power of this ancient god of death.

While Diakum was staring at Muezara, Bonsandi's adoptive father, the warden's close comrade-in-arms, the exemplary predecessor of all death gods, and the ancient death god with a series of exaggerated titles and honorifics, was also looking down at Diakum with the same condescending gaze one would give to an "insect".

Just as the Vigilant can observe the power of Mu'ezara, the Ancient Death God can see the magnificent power of this spirit before him, as vast as the sun.

Surprise flashed in the eyes of the ancient Grim Reaper. If Diakum had arrived in the other world in his "physical" form, Mu'ezala would have definitely turned and run away!
It's simply impossible to win.

The close connection between this guy and the Holy Light Force reminded Mu'ezala of the Eternals' form when they were "lifted" by the Death Force.

Moreover, many lesser gods of the Void have already died in Diakum's conquests. One or two victories could be attributed to luck, but the results of multiple victories speak for themselves.

Fortunately, Diakum was only a spirit when he arrived here.

This means that the upper limit of the power he can manipulate is greatly reduced, and without the protection and support of the divine vessel that has been tempered and refined, Diakum will also be greatly affected when facing the Force of Death.

In summary, the conclusion is...
Can fight!

At least you won't have to run away as soon as you meet them.

Even if they were to retreat, they would have to exchange blows and utter a few harsh words first; after all, the ancient Grim Reaper had his own pride.

With this thought, Mu'e Zala's fighting spirit was activated. Its arms, crossed in front of its chest, moved, and with the power to shatter reality, it gripped its terrifying claws against the edge of the "illusory" corridor building in the other world.

The immense power of distorting reality swept over like waves, causing the buildings around Diakum to twist, crumble, and pound. The tangible pressure was applied to Dick's shoulders, drawing the grotesque into the tearing spatial rifts and even unleashing dangerous black lightning.

But all of this is meaningless to the vigilant.

He stood firm, and the land bathed in his light remained unaffected by Mu'ezala's "shattering of reality."

This is an opening area-of-effect (AOE) attack imbued with divinity.

Everyone facing Mu'ezara must complete a damage check in this instant; if they withstand it, they will be unharmed, and if they cannot, they will be annihilated.

This is also a major problem facing all the so-called "godslayers" in all the world's stories. If they can't even withstand this kind of "divine AOE", then killing gods becomes meaningless empty talk.

What?
You're saying the "god" you're trying to kill doesn't even have this kind of divine area-of-effect attack?
What else is there to say? Quickly grab your weapons and kill that imposter who calls himself "god"!

"I am the son of time, the father of sleep, and the friend of eternal night!"

Mu'ezara roared with overwhelming force, raising both hands to form a warhammer capable of shattering the universe, and slammed it down on Diakum with tremendous power and maximum damage.

This old troll didn't mince words; he went straight for the attack.

Its clasped claws gleamed with a mixture of shadow, blood, and psychic energy, and three different colored arcs of light circled its arms, determined to utterly crush the ancient Grim Reaper's enemy and banish him to the Abyss.

"I am the Lord of Death!"

It roared again, trying to bolster its imposing presence.

Then a powerful punch landed, seemingly extinguishing all the light in that instant.

However, the old Death God's expression changed slightly at that moment. It immediately dodged and narrowly avoided the scorching sun fist that erupted from its fists.

It was like a scorching beam of light hitting him head-on, instantly piercing through Mu'ezara's divine defenses and striking the old troll's left fang at the corner of his mouth.

Bang.

The grayish-white fangs broke off and flew out, enveloped in scorching light, destroying a palace in the otherworld of Bonsandi.

Before Mu'ezara, beneath the old troll's fists, Diakum, wielding a warhammer, blocked with one hand under the buff of Divine Shield, while his other hand clenched and charged, rapidly forming a second Sun Fist within the corona behind him.

"No!"

He said seriously:
“You are not the ‘Lord of Death’, you are far from it.”

"Insanity!"

Mu'ezara roared and tore down the giant's claws, this time using even greater power, shaking the very foundation of the entire Otherworld.

The immense power to shatter reality crashed against the temple like a raging storm, making the small villa that Bumsandy had spent many years building outside the third ring of Ardennes resemble a sapling in the wind, rustling and threatening to break and shatter at any moment.

The giant claw slammed down, and Dick's Solar Fist also blasted into the sky.

The clash of forces between the two sides brought about a devastating distortion of reality, and the use of each other's power concepts officially escalated the intensity of the battle at this moment.

Old Bwonsamdi came running out carrying three bizarre-looking Primal Grip totems, running around in a sorry state, dodging the wreckage of buildings that were constantly being pulled into the distortion of reality, while cursing the two "monsters" for being inhuman.

Why did you guys skip the pre-battle trash talk?! How am I supposed to quickly set up traps?
Damn!

Don't they follow the basic rules when they fight?
But despite the curses, this wretched demigod of death still had to do what it had to do. It could only endure the energy storm that was fatal to it even if it was just grazed or touched, and plunge the ancient and obviously extraordinary death totem into different areas.

Bumsandi did this at the risk of being consumed by the holy flames.

This is in stark contrast to its usual unreliable nature.

At this moment, it resembled a warrior charging into enemy lines with a bomb, enduring the constant heat and light emanating from Diakum, and planting the last Primal Grip totem in its hand onto the hidden energy node.

The moment that thing intervened in the raging energy flow of the other world, Mu'ezala, who was frantically chanting "Ora Ora Ora" with Diakum, realized that something terrible was about to happen.

It turned back and roared at Bumsandy.

But the roguish Grim Reaper leaped onto the totem pole, made a strange and lewd gesture, splitting himself into three, appearing simultaneously on three totems, and then began to dance an ancient and mysterious voodoo war dance. "Hey, old man!"

As the crimson psychic power erupted, Bwonsamdi, who was unleashing a tide of deathly voodoo with his frenzied dance, shouted:
"When your child grows up, you have to learn to let go. Don't be like a control freak, always trying to make your eldest son act according to your plans. So, today is the day I officially leave this 'home'."

You know, we've relied on each other for countless days and nights, and I've never loved you even for a second!

"boom"

Bumsandy's frenzied intervention caused that portion of energy belonging to the other world to completely spiral out of control at that moment.

These energies are not Mu'ezara's core power and theoretically cannot cause it any damage. However, the problem is that the pressure from Diakum is too great, forcing Mu'ezara to mobilize the power of the other world to assist its attack.

This is just great!

The moment the power from the other world went out of control, even Mu'ezara's own reality distortion exploded in its claws, leaving it "a bloody mess."

The battle, which had been evenly matched, suddenly spiraled out of control. Would Diakum let this opportunity slip by?

At that moment, the Vigilant transformed into a blazing sun, crushing the ground and slamming head-on into Mu'ezala's forehead. Like a heavy punch, it sent the death colossus's head flying, before the Sunstrider's warhammer, gripped tightly in both hands, crashed down.

The fully charged "Radiant Sun - Divinity - Super Holy Slash" uses holy light to shatter the enemy's swordsmanship, mixed with the holy power echoing after the awakening of the ashes, and in an instant, it unleashed thirteen explosive stellar fists.

Those scorching suns struck down the forehead of the ancient Grim Reaper, crushing his skull, blinding him, shattering his teeth, breaking his spine, and finally, striking his heart!

The giant body of Mu'ezara was shattered and collapsed.

This was the first time its defenses had been truly breached in the battle, but this breach allowed Dick to deliver a "kill."

Given Dick's current skill and tactical level, it's indeed a bit much for the Ancient Reaper to withstand his attacks when he's at full power.

It really should have run away before the war even started.

"what!"

Mu'ezala roared.

Its colossal body dissipated into collapsing stardust, clearly indicating its intention to flee.

It's not the kind of fool who would choose to fight a battle it has no chance of winning just for "fame." Contrary to its powerful and domineering appearance, Mu'ezara is a very pragmatic grim reaper.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible to raise such an "exceptional" adopted son as Bwonsamdi, let alone advance Loa's path to the level of a lesser god.

It's important to know that the Loa profession is notoriously unpredictable, with a low ceiling (Rezan) and a low floor (Gani).

Although the mysterious Loa could be called "gods" in the eyes of mortals, before Muezara, almost no powerful beings in the Star Sea believed that the path of the Loa could reach the realm of "gods".

But Muhzara did it.

It single-handedly raised the upper limit of this path to the same level as the "Original Force Path".

Even though Mu'ezara became a lesser god, it's clear that he clung to Warden Zova's coattails and received the Force to break through his limits. But as the classic saying goes, being a dog is an honor.

What's more, Mu'ezala actually got to eat some delicious meaty bones.

There's nothing shameful about being a dog to the true God. What's truly shameful are those who are unwilling to be dogs but can't find their own path and end up wasting their lives.

What's even more terrifying is that not all powerful beings know that Mu'ezara has become a lesser god. This means that if they were to face Mu'ezara, they would most likely be "ambushed and killed" by him on their very first encounter.

The saying "a skilled warrior achieves no great feats" illustrates this point. Anyone who dares to provoke is suppressed and killed in the first place; how could they possibly have the opportunity to spread their fame?

Unfortunately, the son that Mu'ezala raised was too much like it.

Old Bonsamdi truly surpassed his master. In the instant the body of the ancient Grim Reaper collapsed and turned, a vast net woven from the energy of the Otherworld tightened instantly. Amidst the explosions of the Otherworld's foundation collapsing, Old Bonsamdi shouted with all his might that he wanted to tighten it, determined to bind his adoptive father's enormous soul within it.

We can't let it get away!
If it runs away, I'll have no way out except kneeling down and licking Diakum's toes, begging to compete with the gatekeeper Hogg in the High Heavens for the job!

Are you just going to watch like this?

Bumsandy played its last card, screaming:

"Queen of Winter! Are you just going to let the culprit who stole your spirit seed, bullied your pets, and wreaked havoc on your forest escape?"
help me!

Help!
I promise to move away from your Azure Wonderland!
I promise I won't bother you again, I promise!

"buzz"

Just as Mu'ezara was about to break free from Bwonsamdi's spirit trap, the Woodland Song suddenly resounded throughout the entire Ardenweald.

Amid Mu'ezara's desperate roars, Bwonsamdi's maniacal laughter, and Diakum's smug smile as he admired the "filial piety" before him, the Queen of Winter finally made her move.

How dare you call yourself the "Lord of Death" before this Queen?
Ha, Mu'ezara, you've gone far too far!

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"Well, the mighty Mu'ezara is going to lose. I warned it not to be arrogant, but it still committed the sin of arrogance. It still thinks it may not be a match for the Vigilant, but at least it can still put up a fight."

So it fought a war it couldn't win, and so it ended up in this desperate situation.

How pathetic.

In the only intact Death Hall in the other world, Sachiel shook his head, leaned on his blood-red tower staff, and stood up, seemingly preparing to go out and help.

But just as it took its first step...
"whoosh"

A cold, ethereal longsword, named "Wopalia," was drawn and pressed against Sachir's neck.

This scene startled the Sculptor, who turned around to look at Prince Renasol, who had a cold expression on his face.

"What are you doing?"

Sachs sighed and said:

“That is your father’s ally. Without its assistance, we would not have been able to bring back the perfect foundation for the Emperor’s destiny box.”

"I know."

The prince of Wenshire replied with elegant bearing, the force in his hand holding the sword increasing.

A certain resolve flickered in his bloodshot eyes.

他 说:

"Because I know this, Your Excellency, stay here obediently! Hand over the scroll of knowledge in your life box to me. This thing must not fall into Father's hands."

He.
He has gone too far.

"This"

Sachir asked with a look of "shock":

"Excuse me for asking one last time, but do you really know what you're doing?"

(End of this chapter)