Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 717, Chapter 85. Under the leadership of the vigilant, the "Caring for the Moonlit War God" Association was established today - Bonus Chapter [45]

(Bonus chapter for the "Overseas Lingjinggan" brother [4/5])
Diakum has already written the middle and later parts of the final volume of his "The Book of Light and Shadow".

The writing progress of this thing is absolutely "updated in real time". Taking Diakum's current state as a reference, it records his journey of understanding the harmonious coexistence of light and shadow, and never misses any insight into the interplay of light and shadow.

However, this textbook, "Three Years to Advancement, Five Years to Trial - Holy Light Edition," which is destined to become deeply hated by countless "Holy Light Trainees" in the future, is clearly not yet finished, because Dick's own power evolution is not yet complete.

The path of "coexistence of light and shadow" still needs a little more time to solidify it completely.

However, what worried Diakum was that while everything was going smoothly for him in the Shadowlands, Dimensius, the Devourer of Worlds in the material world, seemed to be struggling.

The vigilant put down his pen, looking with satisfaction at the words he had neatly written on the scripture. He then closed the scroll and hung it at his waist. He closed his eyes and, through the connection between his mind and body, observed everything that was happening in the material world.

His own body was still moving inside Dimensius's black hole stomach.

In the pitch-black night, the Holy Light Heart that he held aloft on Zera was like a lamp in the night, leaving behind fleeting holy light “footprints” with every step he took.

It's like leaving ever-expanding ripples in a pool of dark water.

His physical condition is getting better and better.

Anser's fusion with his divine body has reached its final stage. Under the external pressure exerted by Dimensius's gluttonous devouring, the fusion between himself and his divine body is fast and efficient, like a steel billet thrown into a dwarf forge being forged into the form of an unparalleled sword through constant hammering.

The stripped "sun fragments" had formed a substantial "star ring" around Diakum's body, with large and small broken crystals surrounding him. With each breath, a bright streak of holy light would illuminate the center of the star ring, circling and lighting up all the fragments as quickly as golden lightning, and pulsating around once.

It has a cool, LED-like effect, like a marquee.

It looks incredibly impressive and exudes the power and style befitting a mysterious tycoon.

Dick's body and his soul were in the same state at this moment. Light and shadow were constantly moving on the crystallized body, but in a dynamic balance. Two energies, gold and black, were moving around, merging with each other yet clearly distinct.

At the moment they come into contact, light will fade and turn into shadow, while shadow will illuminate and merge into light. Occasionally, the two energies will even create some rather unique and strange shapes in the process of dynamic balance.

For example, a high-difficulty combination like the light and shadow spiral.

However, the vigilant observers still keenly noticed that not every interplay of light and shadow was perfectly harmonious; there were still occasional bursts of energy flames indicating that the coexistence of light and shadow had not yet reached a state of perfect coordination.

"This level of training is still not good enough. Let's continue to hone our skills."

Diakum remarked with such emotion.

He then looked at Dimensius's stomach and gave a helpless look.

The fact that he, the "food" destined to be digested by the Devourers of All Realms, is living so comfortably means that Dimensius, who intends to digest him, is living a miserable life.

Like falling meteors, the dim stars that dotted Dimensius's stomach, representing the world being devoured, would occasionally fall, and those falling stars had all turned into ashes "crystallizations" in the tragedy of being swallowed and assimilated by the eclipse.

This suggests that Dimensius's understanding and application of the "mystery of eclipse" seems to have reached a dead end.

Completely unable to control this terrifying mystery, and tormented by Anser's eclipse pain, it began to use its stored energy to try to counteract the torment.

It desperately tries to seize the power of the eclipse. During this long process, Dimensius is not able to hunt down new planets to devour, which means that Dimensius, the devourer, is in the worst state of "only giving and not taking".

Once the energy stored within it is completely neutralized by the pain of the eclipse, the Devourer of All Realms will have to use its own body, existence, and life to resist Anser's eclipse and fall.

Can it do that?
Dick was pessimistic about this.

Dimensius's Gluttonous Devouring Path is considered a mid-to-high level of power in the Void Force; otherwise, it wouldn't have been possible for the Devourer of All Realms to become a powerful ruler in the Void Faction. However, even though it has reached the pinnacle of this power, it still cannot withstand Anser's Eclipse Power, which indicates that the gap between the two powers is too great.

If one receives the orthodox inheritance like Dick, then with methodical training, one day one will be able to wield great power.

But Dimensius wanted the heretical "possession" of the body.

This means that it has to face Anser on its own. But even if the sun god is in a bad state, he is still the oldest god among the stars in the universe. If you calculate it, his challenge level is at least 60+. How could Dimensius, a weakling with a challenge level of at most 30+, possibly compete with him?
Although they are both bosses, the Van Cleef in Deadmines and the egg in Tomb of Sargeras are clearly not the same creature.

Possessing Anther is something you'd be better off asking Sargeras to do.

"Keep it up, big brother who eats up the world in the starry sea. I'm counting on you to give me more help in my cultivation and push the coexistence of light and shadow to its ultimate perfection."

Diakum thought to himself with a touch of sadness:
"At the very least, you should at least hold on until I return from the Shadowlands, okay? Give it your all."

It's just that Dimensius can't hear Diakum's sarcastic remarks right now, otherwise, in its extreme torment, it would have jumped up and cursed the Watcher as a vicious idiot.

It deliberately set a delicious trap to lure this tens of thousands-year-old Void Lord who was about to ambush it, putting itself on the fire of the eclipse to be roasted.

it's good now!

Neither advancing nor retreating.

However, this matter cannot be blamed on Dick. It was Dimensius who took the initiative to provoke and devour the Watchers as a meal, and it was the Devourers of All Realms who took the risk because they longed to ascend to the position of True God.

It made its own choice and took action, so it must bear all the consequences and costs.

We're all adults here, so please don't do anything silly, okay?

With this thought in mind, Diakum returned his consciousness to his spirit body a few minutes later. Just then, there was a knock on the door of his room, and when he looked up, he saw the Twin Walker push the door open and enter.

"All the guests have arrived."

The dual-realm walker spoke in the electronic voice unique to ethereal beings:

"They await your arrival. I must say, every day of my journey in this Shadow Realm brings me some people and things that amaze me. Who would have thought that the Moonlit War God, who is so rare even in the Material Star Sea, would have so many physical forms in the Shadow Realm?"

Don't laugh at me, but when I had nothing to do back then, I read those legends about the stars and even came across the stories of a few of them.

Especially the stonesmith's wife.

Because of her noble sacrifice, her world was not destroyed.

That world still exists in the sea of ​​stars, where civilization flourishes. The Astral Consortium has a permanent trading post there. It's a pity I haven't been able to visit; otherwise, I would have had even more to discuss with the legendary stonesmith today.

"I suggest you don't talk to the stonesmith about the past."

Diakum got up and walked towards the door, jokingly saying to the Dual Realms Traveler:

"The Stonesmith is the kind of person who says she has 'let go' but is actually still stuck in the past and can't get out of it. She has been in Revendres for quite some time. Even though she was transformed by Emperor Denathrius into the first mortal soul to become a Venthyr, she still can't adapt to the social style of Venthyr."

He shut himself away in his manor, just like a person with autism.

I've been to that manor; its decor is completely out of place in the Shadowlands. She still pretends to live in her own world, pretending that her lover is waiting for her somewhere.

In her sculpting studio, there is a bust covered with a cloth.

That is definitely not a descendant of the Stone Race.

I'm pretty sure that bust might be one of them.

"cough cough"

The stonesmith's cough came from the side.

As Diakum turned around in astonishment, he saw the Stonesmith looking at the talkative Holy Light Saint with the gaze one would give a death stare. She spoke calmly, almost coldly:
"Continue! Continue analyzing my personality, and see if I can't restrain myself and transform into the Moonlit War God here to cast you into the Abyss. By the way, Lord Diakum, have you ever witnessed the limits of the Moonlit War God's power?"

“I didn’t,” Diakum replied with a gentle, albeit slightly embarrassed, smile.

"The only Moonlit War God I've ever seen is Lady Tyrande, and I've been constantly pleading with her to stabilize her power, requesting the World Mother to seal it. Therefore, I don't know the extent of the power the Moonlit War God can unleash in her ultimate state."

“I know it, I’ve seen it, I’ve driven it myself.”

The stonesmith said in a sinister tone:
"If I hear you spreading rumors about my private affairs again, you will see it with your own eyes."

"Okay, okay, it's my fault. I will make a long confession tonight that will make you feel better."

Dick drew a triangular holy symbol on his chest, then made a "please" gesture, and returned to the reception room of the Broker City with the chilling stonesmith.

There are two other people here.

A large gay horse from Ardenweald, and a very low-profile Maldraxxus Spider Assassin standing in the shadows.

These two are also Night Gods of War. The appearance of the gay horse named "Hilnax" indicates that Lady Elune's criteria for selecting Night Gods of War are actually quite broad, and gender is not an issue at all. Therefore, the existence of male Night Gods of War is not a guess but a fact.

However, the combined power of these two Moonlit War Gods is still less than that of the Stone Forger; they are clearly still in the early stages of the Moonlit War God class system.

The stonesmith is a true "legend" in this profession.

As she said, this bald lady is probably the only person in the Star Sea who has truly come into contact with the limits of the Moonlit War God's strength. What's even more legendary is that the Stone Forger withstood that power and completed the initial mastery of it.

She did not die from the burning of Elune's uncontrollable Black Moon Wrath, but in her final moments of lucidity, she begged her lover to kill her.

This doesn't sound unusual.

But Diakum had personally experienced the terrifying healing power of the Moon God of War; that divine healing meant they would never die from assassination attempts.

This means that, in the final moments of her life, the stonemason relied on her willpower to suppress the moon goddess's wrath, causing it to recede and temporarily returning her to her mortal form. Only then could she be pierced through the heart by her lover and ultimately die in her beloved's arms.

Therefore, all Moonlit War Gods born in the past, present, and future must address the Stone Forger as "Big Sister".

"Only three?"

Diakum stood in the room, looking at the three Moonlit War Gods with their distinct personalities, and sighed:
"I thought there was more."

"There are still some."

Hilnax, who had sculpted himself into a spirit wildebeest in Ardenweald to enjoy eternal running after death, said in a displeased tone:
"Although Lady Elune has not descended upon the sea of ​​stars with her wrathful avatars many times, it is certainly not just the three of us. Unfortunately, not all souls retain a firm will after experiencing that painful self-destruction, let alone the will to go to the Shadowlands to embrace a new journey."

"Most Moonlit War Gods will have everything burned away by the Wrath of the Black Moon. It is an extremely painful process. You can clearly feel your 'existence' being burned away bit by bit, like a withered tree in a fire."

And you have to convince yourself that this is a great 'sacrifice'.

The spider assassin of Maldraxxus toyed with her moon-adorned blade through her claws, and speaking subtly through her masked voice:

"I just spoke with Hilnax and the Stonesmith's Wife. The reason the three of us were able to reach the Shadowlands is because of our special experiences. Perhaps there are other Moonlit War Gods with similar experiences who live on in this land of the dead."

Unfortunately, they chose to completely forget the past.

They abandoned the blessing that had brought them so much pain, and completely severed their ties with Elune's faith. No longer servants of the moon goddess, they could no longer possess the identity of the Moon Goddess.

The spider assassin looked at Diakum and said calmly:
"I had originally intended to give up this blessing, but Marquis Akalek persuaded me to make good use of this power. I died in the war to protect my world, but I failed to complete the protection of the world, and my world eventually fell apart."

The Marquis told me that the regrets of the past must be made up for in the present, otherwise I will not be able to rest in peace even after death.

Therefore, I decided to use this power one last time to make up for my regrets.

"me too."

Hilnax sounded anxious as it said:

“I thought death could take away my pain, but it couldn’t. Every day after I died, I dreamed of the burning pain of my body being torn apart and my soul being set ablaze. My partner told me that it was regret that was haunting me.”

Kalek's suggestion is excellent. I will use this power one last time to make amends and give an account to Lady Elune and myself.

Then, I will give it up without hesitation.

Becoming the Moon God of War is never a pleasant thing. You can use beautiful words like 'sacrifice,' 'piety,' and 'glory' to describe it, but that doesn't change the fact that the moment we accept the Moon God's wrath, we have already embarked on a self-destructive path to death.

This is not a force that can bring beauty and joy.

"It is not a force that should emerge in peacetime either."

The stonemason leaned against the wall, arms crossed, and said:

"The God of War of the Moonlit Night will not appear in any good era. If we can end this painful legacy with our own hands, then this meeting will not have been a waste of time. So tell me, Diakum, who do you want us to save?"

"That elf named 'Tyrande Windwhisperer'?"

"Yes."

Diakum nodded, but then changed the subject, saying sincerely:

"Besides her, there's a second Moonlit War Goddess, my... um, my wife."

"Um?!"

The three Moonlit War Gods in the room were not exactly friendly towards Diakum, because the Vigilant's invitation today was actually forcing them to recall that painful past.

But when they heard the Vigilant say that his wife was also a Moon Goddess, the three men's momentum suddenly softened, especially the hot-tempered Hilnax, who for a moment actually empathized with Dick.

It stepped forward and gently touched Dick's shoulder with its single horn, which was wrapped in moonlight, and said in a sincere yet sorrowful tone:

"Condolences."

"She's not dead yet!"

Dick emphasized:
“Neri is a strong Eredar, and I believe that even if she did use that power, she would hold on until the moment I return to the material world.”

I have gathered the three of you here in the hope that when we return to Azeroth, you will accompany us and, on the battlefield of the material world, save your two brethren who are destined to perish in their fight to protect them.”

"Save them? Two of them!"

Hilnax and Kalek exchanged a glance, and the two "young" Moonlit War Gods exclaimed:

"It's impossible! Since the appearance of the Moonlit War God profession, not a single lucky person has survived the wrath of the Moon God. The Stone Forger's wife is already a legend among legends, but she still couldn't save herself."

"But the stonesmith proved with his own story that the moon goddess's wrath can be controlled."

Diakum spread his hands and said:

"I am not very talented, but I am somewhat close to the Moon Goddess. Lady Elune still owes me a great favor. So this time, you only need to help them bear the excessive anger. I will carry out the operation to save them."

Me.

I am an old-school Warrior of Light, and I firmly believe that the power of love can transcend life and death.

(End of this chapter)