Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 695, Section 63: Tragedy! The curse of filial piety is no longer just a cultural phenomenon in Azeroth - Bonus Chapter [25]

(Bonus chapter for "Book Friend 20170816215224737" [2/5])
Bumsandy's otherworld was completely destroyed.

It disrupted Mu'ezara's power with the Primal Grip Totem, which it had acquired from who-knows-where, and burned away all the anima stored in the Otherworld to bind its terrifying foster father.

It knew this was far from enough to fight against this lesser god of death, so the Queen of Winter, who ruled this place, was Bwonsamdi's last "reinforcements".

It's hard to say whether Bwonsamdi, brazenly defying the contempt and disgust of the Night Fae members, foresaw this day when he chose to build his own otherworld in Ardenweald.

But there is no doubt that Bumsandy perfectly exploited the Queen of Winter's aversion to it, and this strategy was truly very successful.

It took a gamble.

It won the bet, and won big.

Not only does he have the "Sun God's reserve" like the Vigilantes serving as his ruthless henchmen today, but he also has the Force Goddess, the Winter Queen, who helped him move away from Ardenweald because he was disliked by everyone, supporting him from behind.

Is this what it feels like for justice warriors to be on top of the world?
What the hell!

This is too cool!

Bumsandi, utterly weak, lay sprawled on his totem pole, a foolish smile on his face, watching Mu'ezara, trapped in the web of souls, scream in agony.

That was the mighty force of the Queen of Winter mobilizing the Azure Fairyland to bombard us.

The ancient Grim Reaper's giant body is experiencing the "winter of life," withering, aging, decaying, and weakening. All the concepts related to the symbolism represented by the Queen of Winter take turns, causing Mu'ezala's body to shatter like rotten wood under the scorching sun, much like rocks cracking in the cold wind.

Layer upon layer of energy dust emanated from Mu'ezara's body, perhaps indicating that he himself knew he was not going to survive.

Knowing that its covetous adopted son would never allow it to return, it could only reach out with its last strength, filled with resentment and anger, to grab the weakened Bumsandy.

Old Bumsandi was startled.

It crashed to the ground, howling and scrambling backward on all fours. The result of being hit by Mu'ezara's final "deathrattle" was visibly terrifying.

But before that deathly hand could touch Bwonsamdi, the Sunstrider's warhammer, enveloped in the radiance of the Sunfist, struck Mu'ezala's body as it hurtled towards him.

Under the combined might of the Queen of Winter and the Sun God, the lesser god of death finally perished with a resentful roar.

Its colossal body collapsed, and the "flesh" of its fingers peeled away, first turning into stark white bones, and finally even the bones collapsed like quicksand. After everything was quiet, in the ruins of the other world, only a floating crimson energy sphere remained.

That was the manifestation of Mu'ezara's core power.

The noble crimson color symbolizes its inheritance of power as a "minor god".

Diakum looked down on this thing, after all, the Sun God inheritance he now possessed was a "true god inheritance" that was unique among the stars.

But for a guy like old Bumsandi who only wanted to "live a life of leisure and wait to die," what more could he ask for than such a rich "legacy" left to him by his father?
Bumsandy pounced on the pistol with a roar, almost like a vicious dog pouncing on its prey. He grabbed the pistol and, with trembling hands, placed it into a container that looked like an urn as it rolled to the ground.

It's not that it doesn't want to "eat" now.

The main problem is that it's too weak right now. Under these circumstances, if it eats Muhezara's energy ball, it will most likely be too weak to absorb the nutrients and explode.

After tightly binding the urn to his body, the weakened Bwonsamdi grabbed the totem pole and got up, watching Diakum stride over and grab the Sunstrider warhammer that had crashed to the ground.

The vigilant looked at it gently and waved his hand, saying:
"Once this deal is settled, we're even."

"puff"

The shameless old troll immediately knelt down before Diakum.

Before Dick could pull it up, old Bonsandi kowtowed several times with lightning speed.

This is certainly more than just gratitude.

It will use an "exaggerated" and "comical" performance to enhance its sincere gratitude at this moment, and it will go to the Winter Queen's Forest Heart Palace to kowtow a few more times later.

What?
You have to say, this kind of performance is just too shameless!
Silly boy!
Look at what Bumsandi gave and what he got in return. With such a terrifying rate of return, what's wrong with kowtowing a few times?
Besides, this is a matter of life and death, so what's the point of having any shame at a time like this?
Bumsandi knew perfectly well that today's battle was truly its only chance to permanently break free from Mu'ezala's control and coercion.

Bumsandy had waited countless years for this day, finally finding a "helper" like Diakum, who could overpower him in absolute strength and whose moral standards were so high that he could trust him.

Honestly, the survival of the material world, the crisis of reality being reshaped, and the future of death's expedition to all realms are all too far away for Bumsandy.

It is just a selfish Grim Reaper, and it has never hidden that fact.

Its only thought now is to get rid of its terrifying foster father as soon as possible. It has really had enough of being manipulated by Muezara like a puppet, doing work that it doesn't like at all.

Horse riding.

Mu'ezara's previous task for himself was to find a way to "sneak" away Rezaan!

This has truly forced Bwonsamdi to stand on the opposite side of the troll civilization and even the entirety of Azeroth. Anyone with a modicum of sense knows that this cannot continue.

If he makes another wrong step, he will truly have no way to "clear his name".

But to be honest, if Diakum weren't an "outlier" in this timeline, then following the career path that Mu'ezara arranged for him, clinging to the coattails of the Eternal Ones of Death, wouldn't be a bad plan.

However, when Bumsandy knew that he could happily and freely do whatever he wanted in the open, even if it was underhanded, how could he possibly be willing to gamble everything on Zovar, who seemed so abnormal?

Choose!
Foolish mortals always crave more to satisfy their insatiable desires. But these insects simply cannot comprehend that when faced with crucial choices in life, having a choice is the greatest happiness!
For a race like it, a Grim Reaper, in the context of the Force's conflict, even just surviving requires an immense effort.

Do ordinary people know about all these predicaments?

No.

They didn't know that they only thought that old Bumsandi was invincible.

So what's the point of talking to such an insect?
Just wish them happiness.

Ignorance is bliss.

"This terrible day has finally passed thanks to your and the kind Queen's help."

Bwonsamdi was pulled up by Diakum with a sigh. He looked around at his completely collapsed Otherworld, hypocritically wiped away his eyes which had no tears, and sighed:

"Sigh, next Bwonsamdi will have to search the world for a new place to reside in the Otherworld. Fortunately, there are countless small worlds in the Shadowlands, so we can just take one for the trolls as their next life. They don't have any choice anyway."

But what about you?
Distinguished and trustworthy Vigilant Leader, when do you plan to head to the Maw?

"You gave me my life, and you forgot to call me when you went. I can't be of much help, but at least I can tell you a wicked elf joke to relieve some pressure when the battle gets worse."

“I advise you to break your habit of telling elf jokes, really, Bumsandi.”

Diakum sized up Bonsandi, who was trying to appear humble but couldn't shake off his smugness, and shook his head mysteriously, saying:
"Otherwise, you'll be in for a world of trouble."

"what?"

Bonsandi didn't immediately catch Diakum's train of thought, but Dick didn't intend to say much about it, simply waving his hand and saying:

"We don't need you in the Maw. Find a place to manage the property your adoptive father left you. When we return to Azeroth, yes, I need you to do something for me in Azeroth to pave the way for my and the others' return at the crucial moment."

"no problem!"

Old Bunsandi patted his chest and said loudly:
"Originally, I was a little afraid of a weakling like me going up against the Great Demon Lord, but now, I don't even care about Kil'jaeden."

Just you wait and see!
"Bwonsamdi is always a man of principle; he'll definitely make sure things go smoothly for you in Azeroth."

After saying that, Bumsandy grinned, then glanced at the only intact palace in its otherworld, and said obsequiously:
“There are some guests of Mu'ezara there. Would you like me to take care of them for you?”

Are you sure you can handle this for me?

Dick said with a strange look in his eyes:
“If I’m not mistaken, Sachir is right there. Do you know who ‘Sachir’ is?”

"hiss."

Bumsandy gasped, raising the temperature in the other world by three degrees. Clearly, it knew who that name represented, and immediately revealed its cowardly nature, shuffling along with a sheepish grin behind Diakum.

But the observant troll Deathscythe quickly noticed that Diakum had already slung the mighty Sunstrider warhammer over his back.

If the person in the palace before him was the former High Demon Lord, the Shaper of the Burning Legion, Thachir the Shaper, then Diakum should have entered battle mode.

Isn't this stance a bit too peaceful right now?
He is the leader of the Eredar Restorers, and he is irreconcilably opposed to a villain like Sargeras. The feud between the two is so deep that even Bwonsamdi, far away in Azeroth, has heard of it.

Could the rumors be false?
Is it possible that the relationship between Diakum and Sachiel isn't as bad as rumored?

or.
hiss!
Bumsandy suddenly thought of a very terrifying possibility.

This sent a chill down its spine, and in that instant it showed even more fear than when it was facing Mu'ezala directly.

Diakum seemed to notice the change in Bumsandy's expression. The walking vigilant turned around, smiled, and raised a finger to Bumsandy, making a shushing gesture.

It was signaling to it not to spread the word, otherwise it wouldn't just be a Sun God reserve officer causing it trouble.

The old troll nodded vigorously at this moment.

He rubbed his hands together and said with a dry laugh:
“Well, old Bwonsamdi suddenly remembered that I still need to go to the Forest Heart Palace to kowtow to the Queen of Winter a few times. It’s not good to keep such a noble person waiting, so, uh, you can go by yourself.”

This is your Eredar people's internal affair; I, a death god passing through hell, will not interfere.

After saying that, Bumsandi took off running.

It knows the rules!

It knew that once it saw those things, it would never be able to escape the consequences.

Just as seeing the robber's face during a robbery means certain death, could a mere grim reaper possibly hear or see the secrets that are about to be revealed, spanning arcane magic, holy light, fel energy, and death?

Do you not know your own limitations?
Watching Bwonsamdi flee, Diakum shrugged, thinking to himself that this troll was a coward. He dared to act like a "filial son" and yet he was afraid to listen to some dangerous plans?
whispering sound.

That's about the limit for Bon Sandy's potential in this lifetime.

Even with great opportunities, you won't go far without great perseverance and courage.

With these thoughts in mind, Diakum walked toward the last remaining temple. As the door opened, a bloody smell wafted out.

The Watcher glanced at the candlelit hall, where Sachiel stood before the bookshelves of this other world, leaning on a scarlet tower staff adorned with sinful candles, dressed in a traditional Venthyr uniform, looking at him expressionlessly.

At Sachiel's feet, Prince Renasol, coughing up blood, was in utter despair.

He underestimated Sachir's strength.

Even with prior preparations and an initial advantage, he was still easily defeated by Sachir in just a few moves.

But the appearance of another guy was beyond Diakum's expectations.

Bumsandy, who had just escaped, was now hanging in the air like a pitiful mouse, his limbs bound by scarlet chains of sin, in a comical pose.

Clearly, Sachil was not as forgiving as the Vigilant.

It has no intention of letting go of someone who has already guessed the "truth" but whose will is not so firm.

"Are you... a vigilant?"

Lying on the ground, coughing up blood, Prince Renasol, whose very soul blade had been shattered, saw Diakum approaching and called out in a hoarse voice:
“Crush it! Sachiel is searching for a terrifying vessel to forge a casket for my father, who realizes he may not be able to escape your divine wrath, so he is preparing in advance.”

Sachir was the one who carried out this plan!
It also holds the highest secrets of the Ritual Court, and even has connections to the apprentices of the Lord of War who are forging unparalleled weapons for my father. I cannot allow them to accomplish this.

"I cannot let my father continue down this wrong path."

"Alas, Emperor Denathrius was a man of great talent. He was born a god and did not waste his potential. He was the most outstanding schemer and ambitious man I have ever seen, but he was not very good at teaching his sons."

Sachiel, with a hint of regret, kicked aside the shattered demonic sword at his feet, which was groaning and clearly possessed its own will, and said casually:

"Recognizing who are enemies and who are friends is a fundamental ability of a leader. Clearly, Your Highness, you are lacking in this aspect, as is your father, of course."

Listen to my advice as someone who's been there.

When you are certain that you are doing the right thing, a strong will alone cannot help you reach the other side of victory.

"You agree, right, Dick?"

"I just feel that you knew about Prince Renasol's sense of justice all along, but you insisted on keeping it from this child, observing and recording his every move, so that you could use it as a source of ridicule in the future."

This behavior is outrageous and malicious, Sculptor.

Diakum stood at the entrance of the hall with his arms crossed.

Under the desperate gaze of Bumsandi and the shocked look of Prince Reinasol, the vigilante waved his hand and said:

"Time is of the essence, so let's hurry up and design a Soul-Suppressing Demon Sword that meets the Emperor's aesthetics and needs. I have faith in Helmir's craftsmanship, so there is only one question left."

What material should we use as the material for this amulet?

If you're planning to capture a fairy to use as a vessel, you'd better give up now, Sachiel. I, as a 'fairy friend,' will not allow you to do so.

"Hmph, what a pointless display of sympathy!"

Sachir scolded:

"What do you think we're doing? Do you think we can fool Emperor Denathrius with other materials? She's just a goblin, not one of our own."

How can someone destined for greatness be so indecisive?

"So, are you going to bring out your old 'necessary sacrifice' theory again? You failed to convince me more than 20,000 years ago, and trying again now will only humiliate you."

Diakum retorted:
"If I say no, I just can't!"

"and many more!"

The still-shocked Prince Renasol finally came to his senses, and the handsome, goatee-wearing Prince Wenthyr exclaimed:
"You've joined forces? Sachiel, you betrayed my father? No... no! You already did it before you even reached His side."

"Well, child, you are not only a little too slow, but you also need to improve your questioning skills."

Sachir looked at the Venthyr prince before him and said:

"You should ask me, when have I ever been divided between Diakum and all the ancient Eredar leaders still in the Star Sea? The answer is, never! Me to him, me to them, them to me!"
We've all taken different paths simply because we share the same goal.

"Of course, we've all been lost."

Dick leaned against a pillar of the Temple of Death and whispered:
"But fortunately, we all got back on the right track. After that shameful death, judged by his homeland, took away all of Sachil's past and nailed it to the pillar of shame of the stars forever, I was finally able to work with it again in peace for the original goal."

Just because we embarked on this journey together doesn't mean we've become 'friends'.

"Don't use such superficial words to describe the complex relationship between us. That's a regrettable and unacceptable blasphemy!"

Sachiel shook his head, kicked Reinasol, and said:
"Wipe out your foolish ideas of 'filial piety and parental love' from your mind, and don't try to launch that shameful and ridiculous rebellion in your father's court. Everything you and your followers do is under the control of Emperor Denathrius."

He hopes to use this inevitable and unforgettable failure of yours to teach you the survival rules of the Wenshire.

Your father loves you.

Although this way of expressing care is strange, I still hope you won't disappoint Him.

Go and clean up the stupid blood on your face, calm yourself down, and then hurry back. We still have many details to refine in this trap we've prepared for your father.

(End of this chapter)