Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 696, Section 64: Sachiel - The Blessing of Death Will Eventually Arrive - Bonus Chapter [35]

(Bonus chapter for "Book Friend 20170816215224737" [3/5])
When Prince Renasol cleaned himself up and returned to the hall, Diakum and Sachil were already arguing about the design of the "amulet" to be forged for Emperor Denathrius.

If one didn't know the background of these two, one might think they were the emperor's loyal servants, doing their best to create the perfect talisman for their master, so that He could escape the death sentence from the sun god's reserve force.

But the truth is, this was just a rehearsal for a conspiracy of "the fall of a king".

Sachil has never been loyal, even though it became Denathrius's carefully chosen "collaborator" more than 20,000 years ago, just like the sculptor's glorious but treacherous career in the Burning Legion.

What kind of dedication is this?
It's just a temporary journey towards one's goals.

Prince Renasol did not disturb the two who were arguing fiercely.

He held his broken Soul Blade, which had been shattered by Sachiel, and stood quietly to the side, comforting the wailing "Wopalia" while secretly observing the two strange creatures before him.

As a prince of Venthyr and the Emperor's most valued successor, Renasol may not be qualified to obtain first-class intelligence from various parts of the Starsea through the Nathrezim's intelligence network, but he still has his own influence in Venthyr.

He was no stranger to the material star sea, and he was also quite familiar with the lives of Sachiel and Diakum.

These are two guys who are completely different in style, morality, and goals. They would hate each other to death if they met. Even Sachir's death was orchestrated by Diakum.

Including the kills in Draenor, Sachiel has now died at the hands of Dick three times!
This deep-seated hatred can neither be forgotten nor concealed, but why do the two of them feel at this moment as if "brothers who have survived all tribulations are still here, and a smile can dissolve all enmity"?

What the hell!

I got killed three times!

Can such a level of hatred really be laughed off?

Not to mention that the atrocities Sachiel committed in the Star Sea and Diakum's desire to protect what is meant to be promoted are almost complete opposites. Even disregarding personal grudges, on the level of justice, you two could never be friends!
Wow, the fact that you can cooperate to do something big under these circumstances, without any worry about being scammed in this collaboration, seems a bit too extreme for you ancient Eredar.

"Heh, look at the surprise and confusion in your eyes. It's obvious you've never been a 'partner of justice,' you vampire prince who was raised in the honey pot of Wenshire."

Bwonsamdi, suspended from the rafters by Sachi's Chains of Sin, no longer struggled. It adopted a pose reminiscent of the second Lich King, and with a knowing, slightly mocking tone, addressed Prince Renasol, who was filled with doubt:
"Do you believe that the moment this collaboration ends, these two guys will immediately revert to their absolute 'love-hate' relationship?"
The very next second your father is murdered by these two lunatics working together, Diakum will draw his weapon and attempt to completely purify Sachiel!
Their relationship was indeed twisted, but not incomprehensible.

Because in the eyes of these ancient Eredar who have truly experienced the most heart-wrenching national and personal tragedies in the Star Sea, there are some things that far surpass their personal feelings.

Old Bwonsamdi hadn't seen many ancient Eredar, but each one was a man of unwavering resolve. The near-eternal exile was a terrifying process of natural selection, ruthlessly eliminating those who were not resolute, strong, or wise enough.

When the great battle that lasted for 25,000 years ended, those that survived to this day are rare treasures in the vast sea of ​​stars.

Do you know what's the scariest thing, Your Highness?

Bumsandi snorted and said:
"These beings, forged by the stars through unparalleled calamities, bound each other together with an 'eternal oath'!"

Regardless of their stance, morality, or identity, as long as one of them raises a call to action and comes up with a feasible plan to restore their ancient homeland, and this plan has a high probability of success...
Then you'll witness that amazing sight!
Just like the collaboration between Diakum and Sachir right now.

Hate?

Hmph, hatred is nothing compared to the bond of such a great cause!
All of this stems from the shared sense of loss felt by these ancient Eredar people, who were burdened with the weight of their homeland. Each of them was a weary soul, carrying the weight of their burdens, and they would not rest in peace until they had personally reclaimed the homeland they had lost.

The ancient Eredar will not die until this great goal is achieved! They will stubbornly resist death and drag their broken bodies back to the battlefield with bloodied hands!
Can you understand, Reinasol?

Anyone who dares to obstruct these ancient Eredar in their quest to reclaim their homeland will be brutally torn to shreds by the combined forces from all corners of the starry sky.

Your father is no good, Zovar is no good, and even Sargeras is no good!
Well, old Bwonsamdi, repeatedly battered by fate, had long since given up any expectations for the future. As long as there is no hope, there will be no disappointment. But now, my cold heart has actually developed a genuine expectation for the final dawn of Argus.

I hope to see that day.
That would absolutely be the most magnificent feat I've ever witnessed in my miserable and utterly despised life. I believe that the day Argus is reclaimed from the Burning Legion by these ancient Eredar will change the course of the entire galaxy.

And you
You're involved now, so I think you should be more humble.

Why don't you quickly straighten your attire and say 'thank you' to the vigilantes who have given you this invaluable opportunity to participate in this great undertaking?

Prince Reinasol glanced at old Bumsandy.

He somewhat felt that this troll Death God was a bit off his head. How could a troll empathize with the ancient Eredar? Hey, when they were fighting demons, your ancestors were just unevolved beasts of Azeroth.

And your level of flattery is a bit too low.

What do you mean by "he gave me an opportunity"?

Even without the appearance of Diakum and Sachiel, Prince Renasol's grand rebellion against his father, which he had been secretly planning, was already imminent.

Although this palace rebellion will most likely end in a disastrous failure.

"But why did you betray your father?"

After praising Diakum, old Bonsandi asked curiously:
"Even in the remote and impoverished Alhambra, I had heard that Emperor Denathius trusted and valued his sons greatly, and now it seems that this is indeed the case."

Otherwise, with your mediocre qualities—not smart enough, not ruthless enough, not insightful enough, and not flexible enough—you wouldn't stand a chance, let alone in Revendreth, a place teeming with schemers. You wouldn't even get ahead if you were thrown into a beggar's horde in the Zandalari Empire.

Logically speaking, since your father treats you so well, you should serve him wholeheartedly. Why did you rebel?

"Because I already know what my father is doing in private."

Prince Renasol sighed and said:
"As long as I hadn't accidentally discovered those secrets, I could still convince myself to be a loyal child, but once I realized that my father had personally intercepted a vast amount of anima and sent it into the Maw, I could no longer convince myself to turn a blind eye to it."

My father, He is the Eternal One of the Shadowlands, the supreme manifestation of destiny in Revendreth, the leader and protector of the Death faction.

He should protect everything we have, but instead He is digging up our roots with His own hands.

I suspect my father must have his reasons. Perhaps the evil Zovar has something on him, and he may have something he can't say. But Revendreth can no longer keep his mind about the anima.

This is challenging the very system of destiny, and it will cause a catastrophe that throws the entire Shadowlands into disarray. Especially after I witnessed firsthand the withering of the Ardenweald forests, I realized that the situation was urgent.

"tsk"

Bumsandi clicked his tongue and said sarcastically:

"So, you actually know nothing. You just want to be a hero who protects destiny. I take back my previous assessment, Your Highness. You really are a champion of justice."

But I'm curious, how did someone like you, pure and untainted like a lotus flower emerging from the mud, come from such a place of intrigue as Revendreth?

Can a righteous person really emerge from Venthyr?
This is totally upside down!

This sarcasm made Prince Renasol frown. The white-haired, goatee-bearded vampire prince looked up at Bwonsamdi, who was laughing loudly, and said very seriously:
"If you think I 'know nothing,' then perhaps you should tell me the 'answer' you do know? After all, given the current situation, we're all in the same boat."

Wouldn't helping each other be the optimal solution in this situation? "Just because I can doesn't mean I'm willing."

Bumsandi drawled out:

"After all, when anyone is tied up, they are unlikely to be in the mood to discuss complicated things like justice and principles. Why don't you let me down?"
"Now that I'm here, you don't need to worry about me running around and gossiping about your secrets, right?"

"Hiss, hard to say."

Prince Renasol, clutching the broken sword that was whimpering, circled Bwonsamdi a few times and said in a strange tone:
"I've heard about your reputation too. I heard you're keen on lending money at exorbitant interest rates in the material star sea? Lending your magic essence and anima to those who need power, and then demanding they repay ten times the profit at some point?"
Tsk, what brings you to Ardenweald as a Grim Reaper, sir?

You're exactly the kind of 'talent' that Revendres needs most.

"Who says otherwise? Sigh, I also think I'm the best fit for Revendreth. Old Bonsandy would definitely thrive in that godforsaken place!"

Bumsandi made a confident statement, then sighed and said:
"But one's birth is not something one can choose. Mu'ezara has been an insurmountable mountain for me for so many years, and I have just betrayed my father. Considering that you are planning to do the same thing, old Bungsandi wants to give you some advice as someone who has been through it all."

Never step onto this path, because once you're on it, there's no turning back.

You'll realize that filial piety and parental love are truly...
This is so damn awesome!
Hahaha.

The biggest difference between you and me is that old Bwonsamdi really killed Mu'ezara, but you, little guy, you'll never be able to defeat your terrifying father on your own. A hundred of you tied together wouldn't be enough for Denathrius to take on in one hand.

"That's too harsh a statement."

Diakum waved his hand and said:
"Prince Renasol has a promising future. It is estimated that just seventy-three of him combined would be enough to rival the Emperor. Well, at least seventy-three."

Bonsandi, go outside and brief Prince Renasol on the current situation we face, and why we must remove Denathrius from his throne.

I believe that when His Highness truly realizes the righteousness of this matter, his resolve will be strong enough to join us in a magnificent rebellion against his father—that is the extra courage that righteous actions bestow upon him.

"You'd better keep your mouth shut, troll."

Sachir said coldly:

"Anyone who dares to utter a word they shouldn't will suffer the consequences! I am not very talented, but I have some achievements to show for myself in the truths and mysteries of arcane magic, fel energy, and death. My 'disciple' is a dual lesser god who is proficient in holy light and the void."

You wouldn't want to provoke us, would you?

The old troll shrank his neck.

It's a master at assessing situations; how could it possibly provoke these two big shots?

After being put down, Bwonsamdi skipped and hopped, carrying his father's urn, and led Prince Renasol outside the temple to exchange some thoughts on filial piety and parental love.

In the temple, where only Dick and Sachir remained, the Watcher glanced at the completed design of the demon sword beside him and asked:

"So, where exactly is the destination you've set for yourself?"

"grim Reaper."

Sachir didn't hide anything, put away the roll of drawings, and said listlessly:
"The reaper of the Eredar, the honored guest of Revendreth, the court tutor of the next Pardoner, and a powerful and noble figure with a status as transcendent as the 'Stonesmith', hidden in the shadows. This is my home, Diakumdick."

I will never set foot outside the Shadowlands again, lest I incur the double punishment of the Holy Light and the Void.

"You intend to sever the Eredar's immortality?"

Diakum squinted and said:
"Do you think I will agree?"

"If you object, then you're the one who's lost your mind."

Sachiel retorted coldly:

"The Eredar escaped thanks to your efforts, but more than 20,000 years of vigorous reproduction have only brought their population back to its previous level."

If you randomly select any mortal race in the vast universe and give them 20,000 years, they will have enough time to complete the entire process from rise to prosperity to decline and eventual extinction. At least twice!

Is immortality a blessing?

Yes.

That's an absolute blessing for the Avengers; we have plenty of time to plot our recapture of our homeland.

But what happens after we reclaim our homeland?

Can you expect a group of indifferent immortals who don't care about reproduction and inheritance to manage the 'Star Empire' that has already taken shape?

Immortality is a blessing for the individual, but a disaster for the collective.

Only when our people realize that they are not eternal and that everything they possess needs to be inherited will they truly return to the positive state that a normal civilization should be in.

Moreover, immortality is a blessing from the Lord of Argus, but the world of Argus will eventually be reshaped, and whether the next Lord will grant such a blessing is not something you or I can decide.

Before the second awakening of Argus's star spirit, the Eredar should learn to respect and revere death.

"You will be nailed to the pillar of shame for the villain who stole your immortality."

Dick said:
“Every Eredar will curse you.”

"Do you think I care?"

Sachiel snorted and waved his hand, saying:

"I have always acted according to my own principles, why should I explain them to others? As long as you understand the necessity of all this, that's enough, don't stop me! Dick."

I believe that even if they only live for 10,000 years, it will be enough for the people of my tribe to do everything they want to do in their lifetime. If 10,000 years is not enough, then even if they are given eternal life, they still will not be able to finish.

Okay, don't worry about my decision.

The design of this amulet is complete. I am about to return to Maldraxxus. Before I leave, you must retrieve a vessel of life and death.

If you're not going to make me sacrifice a foolish fairy, then you'd better figure it out yourself!

(End of this chapter)