Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 729.7. If I can destroy the armor made with this thing, then from now on we'll have to fight naked.
"This is a typical case of physical weakness caused by overworking the brain. Her Majesty just needs to rest."

The problem now is that she learned advanced uses of the Firstborn runes from the Jailer, and this mystical knowledge has recognized the Queen's potential and thirst for knowledge, causing them to actively 'pursue' Azshara.

Outside a side hall of the Sanctuary, the astral mage, having just finished examining the unconscious Queen Azshara, said with a serious expression:

"Her current coma stems from the constant influx of knowledge into her mind, knowledge that is extremely 'heavy' and challenging even for someone of the Queen's exceptional potential. It will be difficult for her to wake up quickly until she has a basic grasp of that knowledge."

However, I don't think we need to worry.

Medivh waved his hand and said:

"According to your description, she temporarily learned the seventh-order transformation of the Firstborn Runes on the battlefield and completed the disassembly and reassembly in just one attempt. This is enough to show that her learning of the Firstborn Runes did not exceed the Queen's cognitive limits."

Therefore, in an optimistic scenario, she might wake up within 24 hours.

However, the Firstborn Runes are not ordinary knowledge. The difference between learning, mastering, and controlling them is vast. Even for Azshara, the only world's daughter in the cosmos, it would probably take a long time and a lot of effort to master them.

That was, after all, the knowledge that the First Beings used to create all things.

but."

The Astral Mage hesitated for a moment, then glanced back at the closed room and sighed, saying:

"According to the warden, the highest stage of the Firstborn Rune has twelve levels. Now, it's only at level seven, yet Queen Azshara is already feeling the pressure. This shows that the limit that we mortals can study in this field will never exceed level nine transformation."

Beyond that, only true gods are allowed to comprehend it.

My thought is, you might want to give it a try, Diakum.

"I?"

Dick was taken aback.

He complained:

"You two have judged me as 'not close to the truth,' how could I possibly have the ability to study the universal mysteries left behind by the First Creator?"

“But learning this requires more than just intelligence, Dick.”

Medivh finally told the truth.

These past few days he's been working with the cryptic mediums to unravel the mysteries of the Firstborn runes. He said:
"Or rather, the necessary wisdom is only the foundation for learning the runes of the Firstborn, but to go further requires more complex talents. The fact that you can advance your life rank to Lesser God already shows that you have such talent, even if it is not manifested in the form of 'wisdom'."

But I believe that mastering the ninth-order rune transformation will be a piece of cake for you.

"Well, actually, I had already mastered the fifth-order transformation before I saw the physical object of the Firstborn Rune. Well, after I finish deducing the path of light and shadow symbiosis, I will spend some time on this knowledge."

Dick shrugged, marveling that his past life in that godforsaken place of Zaremotis had actually yielded some amazing results from constantly playing the rune-deciphering mini-game.

But then he realized that Medivh was actually still subtly insulting him.

"You arcane people have such a sharp tongue!"

He made a comment, but Medivh then shook his head and suggested:
"Don't wait until your path is perfect before you start learning, Dick. If the Firstborn Rune is related to the knowledge of all the sources of the Force, if it truly encompasses all the possible variations of power up to this point, then it means you should start learning it now."

You're walking a path no one has ever walked before. Since you can't find any precedents, you should dig into the source.

If such a symbiosis of light and shadow can also be deduced through the endless combinations of the Firstborn runes, then you might actually be able to find the path to the 'True God' through your own path.

It was not bestowed, not inherited, and certainly not stolen!

Instead, he ascended to the supreme throne of the universe step by step through his own hard work!

The astral mage's eyes gleamed as he said:
"I have virtually no chance of reaching that level in my lifetime, but I have felt that power in my symbiosis with Sargeras, and I must tell you! In your current state, you have no chance of winning against an enraged Sargeras!"
Don't think that casually destroying a star is the limit of the Dark Titan. You need to have a sufficient understanding of the title 'Strongest in the Universe'. You must hone yourself to the extreme in every aspect before facing Him.
Sargeras has weaknesses, that much is certain.

Unfortunately, my wisdom is insufficient to discover His weakness. Perhaps you could offer a way to defeat Him.

The vigilant fell silent, then nodded and said:

“You stay here to take care of Azshara and protect her from disturbance. I’m going to the Runemaster. Once Azshara has woken up and regained some strength, we’ll head to Zaremotis.”

"Yes, we should definitely make it happen as soon as possible."

Medivh gazed at the distant, seemingly "carved" mountains of agony, and said:
"Don't let a second Herondus appear in the universe. That thing is not a creation that mortals should face. But, what do you plan to do with the remains of Herondus?"
That thing is virtually indestructible under the protection of the Primordial Runes; I noticed that the components you destroyed have even restructured.

"I will take it back to the highest heavens!"

Diakum said:
"Herndus is merely shut down; its energy core has been destroyed. But if an ambitious individual can rebuild the core, then Herndus could very well be resurrected."

It has no intelligence and merely follows the 'recycling of all things' instruction left by the First Being, and any revival in any era means disaster.

Therefore, it must be suppressed by me personally.

"The problem is, if Zaremotis is indeed such an 'immortal thing'."

Medivh said with a headache:
"Even if we destroy that place, they won't perish. Instead, they'll drift into the gaps between dimensions and the universe. Under certain circumstances, they might even return to the universe system. What will we do then?"

This question made Diakum look at Medivh with a strange expression, and then the Vigilant drawled out:

"So, you guys who are destined to become lesser gods in the future aren't thinking of wasting your lives doing nothing after you ascend to godhood, are you? Shouldn't you be responsible for the potential crises that may arise in the future?"
If the lesser gods only play and do no work, sitting on the clouds all day gazing at the suffering of mortals and taking pleasure in it, then what use are you to this vast universe of stars?

After saying that, Diakum waved his hand, picked up a unique bag, and left without looking back, leaving Medivh standing there dumbfounded.

Good guy!
Is the Vigilant planning to set KPIs for the lesser gods that will be born in the future?
You holy light scroll dog!
Even if everyone becomes a god, they're not allowed to enjoy themselves, right?
"Uh"

The cries of pain coming from the room made Medivh stop thinking, turn around and teleport in, and see Azshara lying on the bed in a position of "high-level paraplegia".

She woke up, but not fully awake.

He stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, muttering things that no one else could understand.

The most outrageous thing is that as Azshara "calculated in her mind", a complex sequence of Firstborn runes actually floated around the Queen in the form of energy, and kept changing, just like a "bullet screen" protecting her.

Medivh was dumbfounded by this scene, but as the astral mage had to be clever, he immediately took out his notebook and frantically recorded the complex formulas floating around Azshara.

These are all "truths"!

Although he couldn't understand the meaning of these formulas yet, it was definitely a good idea to write them down first. However, as he kept writing, Medivh noticed that the grimoire he had made in Maldraxxus using various rare materials was showing signs of "collapse and disintegration".

The weight of knowledge is too heavy for these mundane things to bear.

Medivh gritted his teeth and simply ripped a few pieces of bone from his lich body to use as a record. A few hours later, when the Twin Walker came to check, he pushed open the door and saw two "paralyzed patients" lying in the house.

Under the astonished gaze of the dual-realm traveler, Medivh said awkwardly:
"Um... I've been using my brain too much. Could you help me to a chair?"

"Oh, okay."

The Twin Walker stepped forward to help Medivh up, and then noticed the mysterious formulas engraved all over Medivh's lich body.

This guy was also the leader of the Secret Order, and his research on the Firstborn Runes was very in-depth. He recognized it as "truth" at a glance, and began to study it with a gasp.

Finally, under Medivh's regretful gaze, the Twin-World Walker also collapsed to his knees with a thud, falling into the same paralysis as Medivh. "Ugh, I overused my brain. Damn it, I have to memorize these truths, but I have no bones. No problem. With my bandages. Ah, a 'shroud of truth.' Ha, to witness such truth, my life has been worthwhile!"

"Say less, your energy body is about to collapse. Besides, I have recorded at least 80% of Queen Azshara's oral truths, and you've already collapsed before you've even finished recording 40%. You still need to train."

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"boom"

The bag that Diakum was holding fell to the ground. It looked light, but the sound it made when it hit the ground was like that of some kind of extremely dense metal.

This immediately attracted the attention of the "Spell Carver" who was bound by chains.

The giant, whose face was obscured by a massive Abyss Oath helmet, whose hands and neck were bound by enormous chains of dominion, and who could only kneel in this cage, moved his head. Having lost all his memories, he let out a strange sigh and said:

"This is...phantom phosphorus? Where did you find so much pure phantom phosphorus? And what do you intend to do with it?"

“I have brought the most precious materials in this star sea to the most outstanding blacksmith in this star sea. Isn’t it obvious what I want to do?”

Diakum surveyed the rune-carver's miserable state, feeling absolutely no pity for the fellow.

The Lord of War devised a plot that would cost His brother his life, and whatever His purpose in doing so, He deserves it all now.

The vigilant said:

“You are probably the only craftsman in the universe who can forge weapons and armor using the Phosphorus of Creation, so I need you to forge a set of battle armor for me and make a weapon.”

"Can't do it!"

The inscriber had lost all his memories, but he retained his god-like forging skills, and at this moment, he decisively refused, saying:

"Perfect processing of Phosphorus requires special equipment, which can only be done in the 'Netherworld Forge'. Strange, how do I know this? No, that's not important!"

I need those devices to craft eternal divine weapons and armor from Phosphorus. If you insist that I work on them for you here, then I can only use Phosphorus to enhance your existing armor and weapons, stranger.

However, the Phosphorus of Creation is a magical substance. If it cannot take shape on its own, but is applied to other items in a strengthened form, it will fully unleash the potential of those weapons and armor in a short period of time, making them reach the level of 'Creation God Weapons'.

But the trade-off is that the lifespan of these weapons and armor will be shortened to an unacceptable degree.

once.
At most twice.

It's like...it's like..."

"A glass sword with endless power."

Diakum found the perfect explanation for the signifier of the speech block, saying:

"It possesses the power to kill gods, but can only be used once."

"Yes! Yes! It's a 'glass sword' that can kill gods."

The one who inscribed the runes laughed heartily, letting the chains of dominion that bound him sway, and said:
"But even if you find the Underworld Forge, it's useless. Only their masters can fully activate those devices. Unfortunately, those creators have long since disappeared into the universe."

They may still be here, they may not be here, or they may be walking among us.

No!

Do not disturb them, for they are not benevolent gods, ah, certainly not benevolent beings.”

"So, making 'glass swords' and 'glass armor' with Phosphorus is your limit?"

Diakum was not disappointed.

他 说:

"How long will it take to finish?"

"Well, the enhancement of Illusion Phosphorus has nothing to do with time, but only with technique. You need to find me some mortal armor and weapons of sufficiently high quality, bring them to me, free my hands, and I can complete such a creation weapon for you."

The person who carved the symbols was very easy to talk to.

Perhaps it was the loss of memory that made Him unable to refuse; He said:
"But these illusory phosphorus are only enough to make one set of glass armor and one glass sword. If you wish, I can also make you a complete set of the Universal Divine Armor that I can make. You don't need a divine weapon; you already have a divine weapon that satisfies you."

What a blessing.

A fine weapon finding a fine master is the greatest fortune for both you and your weapon.

“I don’t think I can wear the ‘Universal Divine Armor’ you made through three battles, but I do really need the glass armor and glass sword.”

Dick stroked his chin and said:

"Wait a moment, I'll ask my friend the warden to find those 'embryos' for me, then I'll leave it to you."

"Is the warden your friend?"

The inscriber made a strange sound:

"No, He is no one's friend! He lives only for his own ideals. If you stand in His way, He will shed tears of regret for you, and then mercilessly strangle you."

Beware of Zovar.

“Perhaps I should be more wary of you! At least Zovar would risk his life for his ideals, while you only incite others to die for your own desires.”

Diakum snorted, gathering the power of holy light and shadow, transforming it into two light blades that slashed out, severing the bindings on the rune-carver's hands, causing his massive body to crash onto the ground of the cage after losing its support.

The rune-carver, who was lying there in a disheveled state, looked up and met Diakum's gaze.

The Watcher said to Him:

"I can restore your memories, but I won't do it. I can release you, but I still won't do it. If you know that you deserve all of this, then do what you should do as someone in your position after you regain your freedom."

You want an idealist to die for you without complaint, but that doesn't mean you can comfortably enjoy all the benefits of their death.

I need that glass sword to challenge a formidable foe destined for me!

However, if you still intend to rule the Shadowlands in some unseemly way, I wouldn't mind chopping off your head with the weapons you've forged.

Perhaps, all that's needed is a kind, wise, and stunningly beautiful queen, and the Shadowlands would be a better place.

"I do not understand."

The engraver said helplessly:
"I have lost all my memories."

"It's ok."

Diakum said:
"You'll understand. Good luck, 'Old Viper' of the Shadowlands."

Ps:

Rune Carver:
(End of this chapter)