Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 727.5. The Strike of Destiny: If I don't speak or make a move, do you really think I'm weak?
On the balcony of the Sanctuary where one could enjoy the view of the Maw, the two began their secret deal.

The three Eternal Marks in Diakum's hands came from his eldest daughter, the Queen of Winter, and the Lord of War, respectively. The mark in Zovar's hands came from the mark of sin that Emperor Denathius had given Him long ago, as well as the core extracted from the Eternal Arbiter that Diakum had kicked shut down.

Theoretically speaking, although the Arbitration Mark originally belonged to the warden, it was actually "given" to Him by Diakum.

After all, without his tacit approval, the artifact craftsman would not have been able to escape the Veil Market with that core.

That was a display of "sincerity".

Without this prerequisite, when Diakum arrives at the Maw with his Covenant army, he will not be greeted by the Jailer, but by an endless stream of Maw soldiers.

The warden clearly knew this as well, and so, under Diakum's watchful eye, he took out the core that had once belonged to him.

Say:
“I have checked, and there is indeed a Firstborn rune left by the servants of the gods as a restriction on my heart. Those servants of the Firstborn feared my resurrection, but I no longer need it.”

The power of domination, compared to the power of arbitration, is more suitable for me to fulfill my desire to reshape reality. Perhaps I should thank my brother, the War Lord, for his tireless efforts in shaping me.”

"But didn't you ever suspect that this was the Lord of War's plan from the very beginning?"

Diakum asked:

"He says He designed and created the power of domination to suppress you, but this power He created is so perfectly suited to be used in conjunction with the power of the Firstborn to reshape reality. Is it possible that the power of domination is a 'weapon' that the Lord of War specifically gave you?"
Have you considered this?

You may have been pushed to the forefront by your cunning brother in this way!

He also longs to see the destiny that binds you crumble, but He has taken a more cunning approach, using your hand to accomplish it?

The warden fell silent.

After a moment, He shook His head and said:
"It's meaningless. If this is something I wanted to do, then regardless of whether the Lord of War was plotting behind the scenes, I would have embarked on this path. On the contrary, I should thank Him for giving me the power of domination."

As for what my brother actually wants, that's irrelevant.

When I complete the reshaping of reality, He will also be included in the scope of this reshaping, and He obviously also has many flaws.

If He intends to stop me, then He must confront me directly. However, He has resorted to intrigue.

He dares not face me!

My brothers and sisters all longed to break free from their bondage, and I sensed this when they judged me, but no one dared to say it aloud except Denathrius.

I don't hate them; I just pity their hypocrisy.

Therefore, I will do the things they wanted to do but dared not do on their behalf.

That's all. "

After speaking, the warden handed the arbitration core to Diakum, saying:

“This was ‘given’ to me by you, and now I’m returning it to you. I no longer need the power of this ‘arbitration,’ but arbitration is not the privilege of death. Perhaps you, who are shaping ‘Holy Light Paradise,’ need it more than I do.”

Dick blinked, looking at the core containing the concept of the highest power bestowed by the Firstborn, and said:

"Is this considered a bribe? Even if I accept it, I won't concede an inch when negotiating later."

"No need!"

The warden waved his hand and said magnanimously:
"You have shattered destiny under my watchful eye, forcing the Shadowlands into a new era. You have accomplished what I could not, and this is my reward to you. Although after I reshape reality, you, like your High Heaven, will be incorporated into that perfect order."

Next, I'll state my first request.

Listen up, Diakum.

The warden's absolution mark detached from his fingertips and hovered before the two men. He said:
"I demand that your High Heaven and the Holy Light you wield remain within their bounds and not expand recklessly in the name of faith, thereby disrupting the operational logic of other Forces. You must not initiate a war between the Holy Light and other Forces!"

In the perfect order of the future, there will be no need for war!

"I am destined to fight the Sea of ​​No Light."

Dick said:
"That's to ignite the sun!"

"You didn't start this, and I'm not asking you to take the beating without fighting back."

The warden said coldly:

"The dogs of the Sea of ​​No Light have been blindly operating in the shadows for countless eons, and they deserve to be punished."

"Okay, I agree."

Diakum nodded, then made his eldest daughter's mark of duty appear in his palm, alongside the mark of forgiveness, and said:
"I want the Abyssal Oaths under your command, all of them. You can think of it as me borrowing your army and, in the not-too-distant future, entrusting them to the Lord of War to lead them into the material world with me, so that they can complete the war against the Burning Legion."

This 'loan' will last until the Burning Crusade is completely defeated.

Before that, all Abyssal Oathsworn must do their utmost to obey my orders and strike the demons across the entire Matter Sea, which serves as the battlefield.

Furthermore, in the future, should there be any indication that the Burning Crusade will be restarted, the Mawsworn must participate on behalf of death.

"These are two requests!"

The warden refused to budge, saying:
"You will have to pay with two marks."

"Okay, the second one is temporarily off."

Dick shrugged, took a step back, and said:
"But I believe that when the destructive tide of fel energy sweeps across the starry sky and breaks the balance once again, your brothers and sisters will not turn a blind eye to it."

He made a "please" gesture, and the warden revealed his arbitration mark on his fingertip, making a second request.

He said:

"Zalemotes is going to be destroyed!"

This includes Zareodos, whose whereabouts I still don't know, and other sacred tombs that the Firstborn may have left in other realms.

Regardless of whether I can reshape reality, and regardless of whether you or I ultimately leave that place alive, we must fulfill this responsibility.

The Firstborn left behind a 'legacy' that should not be explored or even known. This is a very irresponsible act. If every Firstborn Holy Tomb contains the power to reshape reality, then they should not exist!
There should be no 'creator' in this world, or in any world.

Once individuals become aware of the existence of a Creator, they lose confidence in their own abilities and instead attribute all their desires to the Creator.

Civilizations with potential would thus become blind believers in the Creator, entrusting the great achievements they could have accomplished themselves to the Creator's grace.

The existence of a creator would make the starry sea ignorant and chaotic.

There shouldn't even be 'gods' or 'great power' in any world!

Power breeds desire, desire evolves into covetousness, covetousness incites conflict, conflict creates chaos, and chaos evolves into destruction.

When power is acquired too easily and without consequence, everyone who wields power but lacks self-control becomes a walking source of chaos.

From these words, one can roughly glean what kind of blueprint the warden wants to reshape the reality into.

But Diakum shook his head and said:

"I do not agree that even without supernatural powers, mortals will still start cruel wars and conflicts for various reasons. They will stand by and watch their fellow human beings be slaughtered by another group of human beings because of different ideologies, and they will convince themselves to turn a blind eye with self-interest."

Human nature cannot withstand tests, much less be tested. I dare to predict that even if you erase the existence of all great powers and impose restrictions on all forces, you still cannot stop civilization from sliding into the abyss of war.

But what makes a civilization a civilization is its ability to climb out of the mire on its own and then set off again.

However, while I disagree with your point of view, I will agree with your request.

I also believe that a 'creator' should not exist, especially when a group of people who are neither omniscient nor omnipotent arrogantly try to create a 'perfect order'—that is the beginning of disaster.

I will grant your second request. Whoever leaves Zaremotis alive will dedicate the rest of their life to erasing all traces of the Firstborn left in the material world and the six realms, until the existence of the Firstborn is completely forgotten.

The warden nodded in satisfaction.

He stepped back and gestured for him to speak. His two requests had been stated and acknowledged; now it was Diakum's turn to state his remaining requests.

Diakum raised the mark of the Queen of Winter and said:

"If I failed to stop you from reshaping reality in Zaremotis, then I hope you can strip the 'great cycle of life and death' from the reality you reshape, so that it is no longer bound by any system such as 'destiny'."

This cycle is the foundation upon which the physical universe and the six realms exist. It should be above the conflict of the Forces and extended to all the Forces.

The great cycle should not only consist of life and death, but also of opposing yet unified elements such as light and darkness, order and chaos.

"This is truly a massive undertaking."

The warden remarked with emotion:

"Are you really a saint? Putting the balance and operation of this universe above all your own interests and doing everything you can to make it happen. You can ask me to do something that is more in line with your or the interests of the Holy Light faction."

"No need, I know the rules."

Diakum grinned and said:
"If I want something, I should get it myself, instead of relying on some powerful force that can make my wishes come true. Do you agree or disagree?"

"It's hard."

The warden thought for a moment and said:

"I can only promise you that I will do my best, but I cannot guarantee the outcome. Most importantly, if we must engage in a life-or-death battle under the grand scheme of the Firstborn, then you can place your hopes on defeating me and then accomplishing this yourself."

The power left behind by the Firstborn does not forbid nobles from other factions from touching it; you are perfectly free to do so.

“I will not use that thing! Never, I will not allow myself to become a creator, my personal morality will not allow me to become a source of chaos.”

Diakum emphasized:
"If I want something, I should go and get it myself."

The warden nodded.
He sensed Diakum's determination and realized that a war between Him and this respectable soul before Him, under the grand scheme of the Firstborn, was inevitable.

To be honest, this made Him feel sorry.

He had never respected a soul so much. He could sense that Diakum was a rare person who could understand all His desires. Although this was their first meeting, the warden was surprised by the depth of the Watcher's understanding of Him.

However, Zovar did not dislike this feeling.

Even the loneliest person longs for a confidant who understands them, even if they would kill that confidant with their own hands for the sake of their ideals.

Really sorry.

The warden thought this as he looked at Diakum, awaiting his final request.

But the Watcher gathered the matter, holding the last eternal mark belonging to the Lord of War in his palm. Under the warden's astonished gaze, Diakum shrugged and said:

"These are all my requests. There is one more I have decided to keep, which my friend Medivh may announce. And when that moment comes, I hope you will do the last thing."

I suppose someone with such high moral standards as you wouldn't go back on your word, would you?

After saying that, he let go and let the last cup of ink float to the surface.

The five eternal marks formed a rather unique geometric shape in the air, and the five marks resonated and vibrated in some way.

Under the watchful eyes of Diakum and the warden, the pulsating "lines" spun, echoed, and sang continuously, driven by some kind of supernatural energy.

They resonate with each other like the most harmonious notes in the universe, and in the pulsation of golden light, they continuously stretch, replicate, and recombine the lines shaped into hexagons.

Just moments later, a golden gate opened up before the two of them.

The road to Zaremotis has been opened!
It was a peculiar region that did not exist in any known dimension and could not be described or summarized by any physical or metaphysical rules. Its very existence challenged Diakum's understanding of metaphysics.

However, before Dick could even examine the gate leading to Zaremotis closely, the warden slapped him away.

When Dick landed, he had already drawn the Sunstrider warhammer. He even thought the warden was going to break his promise and go to Zaremotis alone to fulfill His ideal.

But as it turns out, Warden Zovar, like Diakum, possessed extremely high personal morality, and all the promises he made were perfectly fulfilled.

He sent Diakum flying to protect him!

As the Gate of Nazaremotis opened, some "things" inside sensed the crack and rushed out frantically.

Golden, white, and silver mechanical creations swarmed out like bees, their bodies composed entirely of geometrically shaped mechanical forms. Their common features were the spherical joints and the structures covered with the runes of the Firstborn.

However, apart from this, there is no other unity among these “creations of the First Ones”.

They were sculpted to an extremely high standard, mimicking all things in the world; though they were mechanical, they possessed all the characteristics of the simulated objects.

Diakum saw a "Primordial Giant Wolf" riding on mechanical claws, swinging its tail formed by energy flames, pouncing towards him amidst an energy field that resembled burning flames.

The Sun Chaser's warhammer swung up and struck the Primordial Wolf. Despite the scorching heat, comparable to that of a star, it only shattered the wolf's body and failed to completely destroy it.
"Don't use the Force!"

The warden, meanwhile, also seized a magnificent yet ferocious "skull" warhammer from the pulsating dominion runes and swung it with both hands to attack the Firstborn creations.

He loudly reminded him:

"The creations of the Firstborn were born before the Force differentiated. They possessed 'primal power,' and the influence of the Force was useless against them, so they attacked with physical force."

Either use the same power as them!

If you know how to dismantle the Firstborn runes, then your power will be able to affect them.

"Fancy!"

Diakum simply didn't believe it.

He swung his warhammer with the skill of the Destroyer's swordsmanship, and in the barrage of five consecutive slashes, all the Firstborn creations that surrounded him were shattered and dismantled.

However, he had to admit that the warden's warning was correct.

Simply applying the Force won't work on these guys; you either need to use physical destruction or study the Firstborn runes to dismantle their power.

However, these early "original bodies" are just appetizers.

At the same time that the horns of the entire Sanctuary sounded, amidst the earth-shaking echoes of the Maw, a massive and astonishing creation of the Firstborn roared and stepped into the Warden's territory like a prehistoric monster.

The warden, who had remained calm throughout, widened his eyes at this moment.

He roared:

"Universe Demolitionist Herondus?! Those Divine Servant are truly insane! How dare they throw this monster into the Shadow Realm!"
fast!
Follow me!

The warden invoked the power of dominion to arm himself, and as the radiant armor of the Abyss was forged, he turned and called to Diakum:
“Herndrus is in charge of dismantling everything. If we can’t stop him here, not only will the Shadowlands in your eyes be dismantled into the most primitive ‘Creation Scales,’ but the entire Material Star Sea and other Force Realms will also be destined to be shattered.”

Diakum stared at the massive machine, stretching his limbs as he sighed:

"Alas, Herundus, the nightmarish battle design, the horrible memories of repeatedly playing the 'pedicurist' come flooding back. But Your Majesty Queen Azshara, are you just going to stand by and watch?"
You wouldn't want people to know that you were eavesdropping on the conversation of two distinguished people, would you?
Come out and help fight!

It's common sense that a magician is needed in a trio!

Ps:

Harendus the Recycler:
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