Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 70: 25. The Glorious Naaru Illuminates Karabor, and the Hand of Argus Holds Victory Forever! [Updated 28/50]

(Additional update for the "Sakurababy" brothers [3/5])
Dick felt like he was melting.

This was the first time he had such a feeling since waking up. He felt as if he was thrown into a high-temperature forge of tens of thousands of degrees, constantly being hammered and polished, and his flesh and blood and will were also facing the test of fire.

The reason was simple. He had already ignited all the holy power that had been accumulated in him for more than 20,000 years.

After crossing the limit of "sanctification", he pushed himself into the extreme state of "demigod criticality" for the first time. In that interweaving of pain, Dick truly felt "powerful", as if he had returned to the moment when he was given power by the star soul of Argus and could do anything.

But that's just an illusion!
He could not maintain this peak state for long. Without the care of the Star Soul, his mortal body was unable to control such enormous power.

"Come, Kara, embrace your destiny, return to the embrace of the Holy Light, and return to your family!"

With a suppressed roar of pain, the Sentinel, who had burned his holy power to the extreme, held the Eye of the Storm gem in his hand, and with a classic "Kamehameha" pose, he unreservedly shot his boiling holy light at the Void God who was suspended in the air above his head due to the efforts of everyone.

The high-temperature milky white holy light crossed the distance between the two the moment it was released, and slammed into the void power with a light so bright that it blinded dog eyes.

Kara even let out a terrified scream at this moment.

Ner'zhul said that the Dark Star had its own consciousness. More than two hundred years of contact with the Void Force might have distorted the mind of this Naaru, making it afraid of the scorching light in front of it, which was no different from the fire of the sun.

But it couldn't dodge, and the Draenei arcanists' all-out magical bombardment confined it in the air, forcing it to take the heavy blow.

The thick layer of void light on the surface of the Dark Naaru was like a shield, resisting the scorching holy light so that this "dangerous" power would not be integrated into the body of the void god. However, the destructive power of the holy power accumulated for more than 20,000 years had reached the standard of "full force, demigod attack" when it was poured out in one go, causing Kara's void shield to emit a dull sound like broken glass two seconds later.

Cracks in the light were bursting, forcing Kara to retract the void energy storms around her that were bombarding the city's shield and focus on resisting the attack of the burning light.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.
As the seconds passed, Dick felt the heat burning him subside.

On the character card in front of him, the capacity of his pool of excessively accumulated radiant energy was rapidly decreasing, but he had not yet broken through Kara's void shield. He had to shatter the shield and defeat Kara's counterattack in order to create a chance for Velen and the priests to purify the Naaru.

Dick gritted his teeth, enduring the pressure that felt like his body was collapsing. As his flesh and blood transformed into a mysterious crystal form, he released all the remaining energy in the holy power pool in one go.

In Kara's view, the already scorching light beam suddenly doubled in size at this moment, and the moment it shattered the void shield, it poured the scorching light into herself. The collision of the void power and the holy light power instantly stirred up energy sparks that formed an energy ring visible to the naked eye, and the accompanying impact was like a stun bomb falling over the Karabo Temple.

The weaker people on the podium were even knocked away directly, and the stone pillars where the arcanists were located were shattered one after another in this demigod-level energy collision.

When Saint Diakum's astonishing golden light faded, everyone looked up and saw that the shadow had been dispelled from a corner of the wailing Dark Naaru's body, as if the outer garment of the void had been torn open to reveal a not very bright but pure crystal body.

However, the Void had no intention of giving up the dark entropy demon that it had captured with great difficulty.

In just a moment, the corner of the body that was purified by Dick began to be covered with dark light again.

Dark Kara sensed the threat and began to fight back!

The destruction and tearing of the mortal spirits by the dark entropy demon turned into an invisible psychic storm that erupted and swept across the pulpit. The weak arcanists had blurred eyes as they heard the corrupted voices of the Lightless Sea, calling on them to embrace the truth to gain strength.

"quiet!"

Velen tapped the ground with the Redeemer's Staff in his hand, and it turned into a waterfall that flew outwards, dispersing the hateful and decadent music. However, the dark mental storm that tore the soul apart continued, and some of the wounded had already died in a broken spirit.

The Great Prophet looked at Diakam, who was half-kneeling on the ground, with hot air wrapped around his body and gasping for breath.

He knew that the Sentinel had completed his duty and now it was their turn to take over the task of purifying the Naaru. But just as Velen was about to step forward to complete the purification, he saw the Sentinel stretch out his trembling hand.

It seemed to be stopping him, and also seemed to be calling out to something.

"Holy light!"

He said softly:

"As you can see, the fateful moment has arrived! The door to the tragedy of massacre and the hell of violence has opened. Neither path is what I desire. Please help me carve out a third path, a path to a nobler future!

I'm calling you!

I call upon the power that can change fate!
Right here, right now! The time has come to fulfill your vows!"

"boom"

A brilliant golden beam of light descended from the sky at Dick's call, enveloping him.

The boiling and cheering holy light poured into the weakened sentinel's body in an embracing and returning gesture, causing his dried-up holy power pool to miraculously overflow at that moment, allowing him to stand up again in the infusion of light.

This scene made the young Draenei vindicators cry out for miracles, but it was not the first time that the ancient Eredar such as Velen, Isana and Nai Li had seen such a sight.

They remembered clearly that during the decisive battle on the land of Mac'Aree over 20,000 years ago, Diak'um had called upon the Holy Light in this way. He prayed for power in the name of fate and received an unparalleled radiance in response.

As now, as now!
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The Draenei clan and the world of Draenor are at a crossroads of fate. Tonight's choice will reshape the course of tragic history. The moment of destiny has arrived!
【Destiny Choice】has been activated!
Holy Light Morality·Hand of Destiny has been strengthened!
The additional blessing of individual holy power is completed!

The pool of radiant energy temporarily expands to the current limit that the individual can bear, and the speed of holy power recovery is temporarily increased to ∞.

When the holy power is burning, the individual's strength is temporarily increased to 'Demigod·Lower Level·Holy Light Force'.

hint!

After the Fate Choice enhancement is completed, you will enter a 'weak state'. The current Holy Power Pool burning speed is: Medium. The duration of your 'Hand of Fate' enhancement is:
Forty-five minutes.

Please wield the blade of holy light and change your destiny!
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In the dazzling golden beam, Dick stood up in a "breathing to recover blood" posture. He peeled off the melted armor on his body, as if facing the dark wind in front of him, and walked step by step closer to the position of Dark Kara.

With every step forward, golden light enveloped the body.

With every step forward, floating light will converge and condense.

In the end, Dick returned to the form of the "Man in the Light" in everyone's memory. One could barely see his figure but it was difficult to capture his true expression. It seemed that he was really about to merge with the holy light.

Compared to the cold divinity of the sanctified Seraph form, Diakum at this moment is full of the persistence and gentleness of a human being.

Before his eyes, the platform corroded by the power of the void was being destroyed. Broken stones were floating abnormally in the air as if no longer affected by gravity. The pervasive void shadows were roaring and corroding everything, foreshadowing the tragic future of the Temple of Karabor.

But Dick, advancing in the darkness, was not afraid.

He is here, and he will not let those dark futures happen again!

He had to do this at this moment in order to protect Velen from the destined "self-sacrifice" in this situation.

In the Dark Portal canon, the Dark Star summoned by Gul'dan destroyed the Temple of Karabor. Velen did not have time to purify it, resulting in only one in ten civilians in the Temple of Karabor being killed.

The prophet who witnessed all of that was shrouded in a terrible psychological shadow ever since. He became timid in a series of subsequent decisions, which directly led to the tragedy of the orcs slaughtering the vast majority of the Draenei.

In another timeline of history, the Horde also summoned the Dark Star to attack the Temple of Karabor. Old Velen seized the opportunity that time. He sacrificed himself to save the situation and reshaped Karabor from a dark entropy demon form into a shining Naaru.

That proved how much Velen was loved by the Holy Light, that he could purify a dark naaru by himself, but that miracle was an even more unacceptable loss for the Draenei!
In that timeline, Velen chose Yrel as his successor, but Yrel's path of growth was filled with darkness, sacrifice, and disaster, which radicalized the young man and ultimately led to the tragedy of the Draenei using forced lightforging to "purify" the entire Draenor.

This is not a single-minded choice, it is a fate that is stuck in both ends!
No matter what choice Velen makes tonight, the fate of the draenei in the world of Draenor will be tragic.

Therefore, in theory, the night when the Dark Star fell into the Temple of Karabor was the true "moment of destiny" for the Draenei and the world of Draenor.

This was the moment Dick had been waiting for.

He was sure that he would receive a resolute response from the Holy Light at this time.

He knew that his core strength could only be fully unleashed in such a scenario that would directly determine the direction of the River of Destiny, just like the fateful moment in the decisive battle of Argus.

Dick knew that only he, who made the fateful decision tonight, was the true "Complete Vigilant", which was the reason why he dared to proactively propose the epic and difficult proposal of "Purifying Kara".

Perhaps, he has actually been waiting for this day to come since he woke up.

Apart from those personal considerations, as a conscientious Eredar, he could never allow Narukara, the guardian who had given everything for the Draenei clan, to end up with a tragic end of becoming an accomplice of evil.

This was due to Dick's guilt towards the other Naaru.

Lula saved him.

It can be said that without the protection and healing of the Lula fragments, Dick would not have lived to the moment of awakening in this era. Since he owed someone a favor, he naturally had to repay it without reservation.

He is a garrison officer after all!

This is his professional ethics and his code of conduct, and this is where his conscience lies.

"Follow me! Viren, Ishana."

In the dark wind, Dick released his almost unlimited holy light, and through the energy manipulation of the eye of the storm, he transformed it into a ball of light that smashed into the sky. At the end of the darkness, it turned into holy light feathers flying in the sky, covering the entire platform, helping the warriors who were still holding on to resist the spiritual corrosion of the void.

He turned around and called out to the Great Prophet and Bishop Ordo in the posture of a "Man in Light":

"Kara has been away from home for many years. She longs to return to her family. The Void has taken advantage of her protectiveness and loneliness. Come! Let's take her home and not let her spend another miserable night like this."

"As it should be."

Velen strode forward with the Staff of the Redeemer in hand, and the usually gentle Great Prophet no longer concealed his power.

Holy light, almost as thick and brilliant as Dick's at this moment, burst out from the triangular holy emblem behind him, forming one expanding light circle after another, healing and protecting everyone on the platform.

Ishana followed closely behind.

The legendary priest recited the scriptures he remembered in the Temple of Lura that praised the protection of the Naaru.

It was a sutra that had not been recited for more than 20,000 years. Few people could remember it today, but Isana had not forgotten even a single word of it, just as she had never forgotten every day she spent in her hometown.

The three most powerful Draenei priests stepped into the terrifying void storm raised by Dark Kara. The people on the platform could only see the flicker of light in the darkness, and the holy light seemed to be surging in it like lightning.

It's like a torch lit in the sandstorm, making the darkness that tears the soul no longer worth fearing.

"Look! Kara's body is changing!" Archbishop Akama, who stayed in place to hold up the holy light barrier to protect the warriors, cheered happily:

"Its darkness fades!"

Maraad, who was supporting Nobundo, looked up. In the dark smoke that was wailing and dispersing at the end of his sight, the dark Naaru suspended in the air kept wailing, and its rotating crystal body seemed to be peeling off as if it was suffering a heavy blow.

Bound and pulled by three completely different chains of holy light, it was pulled from the air to the ground.

As the warriors watched with excitement, the Dark Star finally landed at the end of the pulpit. Its body was shedding its cold outer layer of emptiness, revealing its still bright crystal body. As the holy light of the three priests continued to pour in and purify it, the breathtaking darkness was screaming and collapsing.

"Naru is singing"

Yrel stared blankly at the Naaru in front of him.

She was a young person who was born after the Draenei settled in Draenor. She had never actually seen the scene of the glorious Naaru protecting the Draenei. She could only imagine how glorious and sacred such a noble existence was from the description of her parents.

Nor had she ever heard the song of the naaru.

But now, in the scene where the darkness was peeling away and the holy light was returning, she was the first to hear Kara's singing.

Only those extremely talented Eredar can understand the song of the Naaru without the blessing of the Naaru. This is enough to show Yrel's terrifying talent in the way of Holy Light, but she did not stop at listening.

The child from Anboli Village listened attentively.

After a few seconds, she turned around and shouted to the garrison officers and priests behind her:

"Kara is fighting against the evil forces of the void. It is waging its own war, trying to dispel the lightless shadow that shrouds it. It has never given up on returning to the human world. It needs help!
It’s not just the infusion of holy light from the three saints!

Kara needs help at the level of will, warriors, compatriots, light up your holy light! Let Kara see that the children it protects will lend it a helping hand tonight, and we will protect it just as the Naaru protect us!

Fellow countrymen, light up your lights!"

Yrel strode towards the dangerous darkness. She threw away her warhammer and raised her left hand high, letting her not-so-hot but bright light ignite in her palm, like holding a torch to dispel the darkness.

That was the first light of all living beings that was lit.

The second group followed.

Following closely behind, Maraad also raised his left hand high to let his holy light shine in the darkness. The third ball of light came from Samara, who had just become an apprentice priest a few days ago. She came to Yrel's side, shook hands with her sister of faith, and raised her still weak light high.

Then more points of light lit up in this boundless darkness, just as no matter how deep the shadow was, it could not block the faint light of the sea of stars. Even the most fragile starlight could form the Milky Way when connected together.

A single spark can start a prairie fire!
Sitting on the ground, Nobundo looked a little depressed at this moment.

He watched his compatriots around him raise their arms one by one to light torches, but he himself could no longer use the holy light.

"Why do you look so weak, kid?"

Archbishop Akama came over and pulled Nobundo up from the ground. He said softly:

"You still have the blessing of the Naaru, and the holy light still shrouds your heart. Do not be afraid or feel sad. Light is light, and even the faintest candlelight is enough to dispel darkness.

come on!

Let Kara see how you grow."

With Akama's encouragement, Nobundo took a deep breath, raised his left hand, and let the blessing of the Naaru, the racial talent, gather into a ball of light. But at this moment, he was surprised to feel the embrace and warmth of the soul again.

Even though he was surrounded by the power of elements, the Holy Light did not give up on him.

The Holy Light is still watching over him and protecting him.

Nobundo was greatly encouraged and looked back.

One after another, rays of holy light from the Draenei lit up in this terrifying darkness.

Even the arcanists and rangers raised their hands, turning the blessing bestowed upon them by the Naaru into a small ball of light that lit up in their palms. Not only the large pulpit, but also the people who were being relocated spontaneously climbed to higher places when the news that Kara needed help spread throughout the city.

The Draenei have lived with the Holy Light for too long. Even though they are not Light Walkers who can cast the Naaru's blessing to heal themselves, they have their own light.

They called out to the Naaru who had once protected them, and they raised their arms high, illuminating the fragile light like a candle in the darkness around them.

It was like a gust of flaming wind blowing through the entire Temple of Karabor, and soon there were floating points of light standing in the darkness in every city.

Kara saw it!
The dark Naaru, who was purified by the holy light of the three saints, saw all this.

It knew that those were the children it protected who were encouraging and calling out to it in this way, trying to bring it back to the light, even though it was tempted by the void and brought terrible pollution to destroy them.

But they did not give up on themselves because of this.

They hope it will return to its warm home, just as they themselves long for it when they are lost.

"come back."

Velen infused the body of the Naaru in front of him with holy light and called out softly.

"They are waiting for you. Come back. A city without you is not home."

Ishana also called out amidst the flow of tears.

"We still have to return to Argus together, Kara."

Dick said in a deep voice:
"Can you bear to abandon us halfway through this journey? Come back, shine upon us and guide us as you did in the past, and light our way home."

Kara heard it.

It heard the calls of the three saints and the lights floating in the darkness in the city.

If I hadn't illuminate the way forward for those ordinary people in the darkness, how would these children have the courage to continue their destiny's journey?
They need it
Well, it's time to say goodbye to the empty, sweet-talking scumbag.

Kara began to struggle more actively.

Most of its body, which had been purified by the Holy Light, began to spin, just as it once was in glory. It called on the Holy Light that had shaped it to purify itself faster and more rapidly.

It no longer wanted to cause any more trouble to these children because of itself.

But the Void was unwilling to give up.

The shadow from the Lightless Sea still haunts it, as disgusting as those reckless ex-boyfriends who keep pestering it.

They gathered at the edge of Kara's crystal body with deeper shadows, trying to prevent Kara's final purification in this way.

But Kara didn't want to waste time!

It now only wanted to return to the children, so under the surprised gaze of Dick and Velen, the thin but sharp crystal body of the Naaru turned over and cut through its contaminated edges and part of its dark body like a blade.

Amid the noise of the crystal shattering, the fragments filled with filth flew out with screams.

They wailed and fell to the ground at Kara's feet.

Like crystals forged from darkness, like black agate, they still refuse to admit defeat and are still trying to seduce the lives that approach them. However, all this can no longer prevent Kara's return.

The mutilated Naaru was spinning and stretching as usual.

After being lost for more than two hundred years, it sang for the first time, and the ethereal song that purified the soul spread throughout the entire platform, making all the listening lives feel at this moment the warm hands soothing their tired spirits.

When they saw the glorious Kara once again illuminating the Temple of Karabor with her holy body, the excited garrison officers and priests rushed forward and knelt on one knee around it. They prayed to the Naaru as they had done in exile before, and told the Naaru about their weaknesses and insights.

The Naaru used his ethereal voice to encourage these children not to give up hope.

The old orcs who witnessed this miracle of defeating the darkness and rescuing the Naaru were also deeply moved.

He saw the precious unity of the Draenei and the most vulnerable corner of their hearts. Their relationship of sharing weal and woe with the Naaru proved that they were by no means evil people. They were willing to risk the fall of their entire city just for the return of a dark Naaru who had completely fallen into the void.

How could such a race be evil?

If they can accept the Naaru, creatures completely different from themselves, as their family and relatives, then the Draenei can also accept the peaceful orcs as their friends.

Before, Ner'zhul had some concerns about the peace between the two races, but after personally participating in such a great rescue, he no longer had any doubts.

Gul'dan and his evil companions will fail!

War has never been something Draenor needs. This world needs unity and peace.

And in a distant land, in the secret base of the Shadow Council, Gul'dan and his apprentices, who had been secretly spying on the Temple of Karabor, were now in dead silence.

They failed to see the Dark Star destroy the city of Karabor, but they unexpectedly witnessed a miracle of Holy Light.

That miracle even began to "purify" the already hopeless hearts of these villains. One of the orc warlocks, Oronok Tornheart, who was hiding in the crowd, lowered his head and rubbed his eyes. He felt something in his cold heart emitting... a long-lost warmth?
Even if it's just a hint, it's so real.

"It's okay! It doesn't matter. This isn't a failure! It's just part of the plan."

Gul'dan gritted his teeth, his red eyes filled with anger.

But he still said stubbornly:

"Diachem has exhausted all his strength to purify the Dark Star. I want to see how this exhausted monstrous saint forged by holy light can evade the next assassination attempt from the Magecast Kilrogg!

I admit that he was pretty awesome for saving their Naaru, but he's dead!
Yes!

He won’t see tomorrow’s sun!”

(End of this chapter)