Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 736, Section 14. Before unleashing the knife, shouldn't we have a meal of dumplings first? - Bonus Chapter [35]

(Bonus chapter for the "5 Light-Years Per Second" brothers [3/5])
The Lord of War and the Queen of Winter stood back to back in the center of the Eternal Forge.

The doors of the workshops surrounding them opened, and the four Eternal prototypes were awakened. No, they were striding out of their respective production lines.

These prototypes and the Eternals are extremely similar in appearance, basically cut from the same mold. Apart from the "divine illusion" that the Eternals put on themselves, there is no essential difference between them.

However, these prototypes that have just come off the assembly line are all simple and unadorned "mechanical forms." Their geometric structures and the Firstborn-style cosmic weapons they hold further highlight their identity.

Even without immortal cosmic souls, they possess everything an Eternal should have, and are even more "qualified" than the current Eternals who chose to embark on the "path of rebellion".

After all, these prototypes have not yet been "poisoned" by the dazzling world outside.

They are simple; their purpose in existing is to maintain the operation of the destiny system.

These "divine machines" designed and manufactured by the chief architect Rishwim are all "backup plans." Even though they are not yet capable of thinking, it is well known that there are always some irreconcilable conflicts between the backup plan and the main plan.

There can only be one main partner, but there can be countless backup options. There can only be one name, but there can be countless shadows.

I feel like she hates me.

The Queen of Winter stared at her "new prototype," while the mechanical creation with the same exaggerated and magnificent horns as her was also looking at her.

Some force drew them together, which also prompted the Queen to mutter a complaint to the soldier beside her.

she says:

"She wants to defeat me and replace me; that is the mission she was born for. That body is fully prepared to carry my cosmic soul."

"Just one murder away"

“Murder is killing that violates the law, my sister.”

The warlord "comforted" him by saying:

"But now it's us who are breaking the law, so their attacks and killings on us can only be called 'executions' at most. What I mean is, enjoy the feeling of being the 'bad guy'. This is one or two 'outrageous acts' in your dull and boring life."

"Hmph, just like before, you like to tell terrible and nasty jokes during moments that should be serious!"

The rigid and boring aloof queen cursed.

She waved her blue fingers, causing the Frostwood Staff to fall into her palm. With the burst of new life power, a series of true god-level buffs were applied to her and the War Lord. The War Lord also tapped his Conquest Staff on the ground, sharing many offensive divine spells used to enhance destructive power and fighting spirit with his sisters.

At that moment, the four prototypes gripped their weapons tightly.

The Conquest Prototype and the Pardon Prototype have locked onto the Warlord, while the Newborn Prototype and the Duty Prototype have locked onto the Winter Queen.

Hey, men fight men, women fight women, there's no gender discrimination involved, so maybe some supernatural goddess-level fairy will suddenly appear and start a fight, right?

"Good luck, sister."

As the Lord of War raised his staff of conquest, he said to the Queen of Winter:
"If I die, detonate my cosmic soul! Let us remain in this birthplace with dignity, returning everything to the First One, rather than being content to be mere tools."

"Good luck, brother."

The Queen of Winter also responded:

"You should be full of hope and truly become the embodiment of conquest and victory. You cannot only sing praises of courage when you have the upper hand, especially since I have already said it."

We have reinforcements!

"buzz"

The moment the battle between the two Eternals and the four Prototypes began, a stream of cold moonlight "squeezed" into Zaremotis's hexagonal matrix dome with a "difficult" effort, precisely illuminating the Winter Queen's body and sending the dutiful Prototype, which was swinging its punitive staff at the Winter Queen's head, flying away.

Protected by Elune's moonlight, the Queen of Winter was unharmed.

The Lord of War paused for a moment, then laughed and accepted the aid of this true god of life, but He did not choose to use the moonlight for protection.

That's not His style.

As the god of death who governs conquest and victory, the Lord of War prefers to use offense instead of defense. Thus, the cold moonlight gathers and surrounds in His hands, and the fusion with the power of spirits makes the Lord of War's fingertips emit a chilling glint. In the instant that He passes by the prototype of the Forgiveness, His fingertips lightly touch like the "Touch of Reincarnation" of a martial monk.

"boom"

With a crisp sound, a piece of the body of the Pardon Prototype was smashed to pieces.

However, Zaremotis is an absolute holy site of the Death Force. Elune did her best to help her sister, but for Her moonlight to enter, it would have to jump at least three times. This was only possible if the Moon Gods of War located in the Maw acted as "nodes" to send it into the Tomb of the Firstborn.

Even though Elune is a true god, the help she can provide at this moment is limited to this, and it is not enough to help her sister and the Warlord achieve an absolute victory in the disadvantageous 2V4 battle.

In fact, their "tactical configuration" was not very effective.

The Soldier is a high-damage DPS, and the Winter Queen is undoubtedly a super healer, but there's no tank! And there isn't even a character to kite or control the enemy. Do you only have DPS and healers when you raid?
Admittedly, this setup is faster for clearing dungeons when you have overwhelming strength.

The problem is, your strength is still far from overwhelming.
These are, after all, four vessels of true gods. Although they do not possess cosmic souls, they have mastered their combat instincts perfectly and can even cooperate with each other.

Dutifully act as the tank, the newbie is the healer, the warrior is responsible for unleashing massive DPS, and the pardon takes the opportunity to apply crowd control and kite.

They are the true "team combat" in the real sense, with well-trained troops and sufficient supplies. Even if General Sa came over, it wouldn't be a crushing defeat. For example, just as the Soldier Lord blasted the body of the Pardon prototype, the Newborn prototype raised its hand and healed it with a "Great Rejuvenation," which made the Soldier Lord sigh.

The health bar is impossible to reduce! How can we fight this?
But Elune's appearance was an unexpected and special situation, and the Moon Goddess's full support for her sister triggered an unexpected chain reaction at this moment.

"Well, look, after Anser, Musa has gone home too."

During the phase transition of the palace of the foundation of creation, Chief Builder Lishwim had just emerged and witnessed the scene of moonlight shining down. He exclaimed joyfully:

"Today is such a good day, the children of the newborn have all gone home to visit their families, but unfortunately, it's such a mess here, it's really disgraceful."

"What I mean is, you should move your lab out of here as soon as possible."

Having already obtained the answer he wanted, Diakum advised:

"Go anywhere, just don't stay in Zaremotis."

This place will soon crumble eternally due to the collapse of the chords of all things. Beneath the ruins of the Firstborn's Tomb, not only will the Shadowlands and the Eternals gain freedom, but you, the Chief Creator, will also be able to soar freely among the creatures you designed and shaped.

But I still want to remind you.

他 说:

"Wei Li maintains his mystique not just for the sake of style. Please do not make direct contact with the material world casually. Even a casual touch from someone like you can have a profound impact on a civilization."

"Is this a warning to me?"

Lishwim chuckled and said:
"Don't worry, Anser has chosen the miracle person. I know how to observe the world. I know how to be a perfect observer. I may set up my own laboratory and sample bank somewhere in the universe and invite those souls and individuals that I value to help me complete this or that experiment."

After the First Ones disappeared, perhaps their knowledge needed to be properly preserved. Therefore, I might even establish a mysterious dimensional library.

Only those who find their own way are qualified to enter and visit.

I guess the world is colorful and vibrant enough that I can travel, observe, and enjoy it for a long time, but remember what you promised me!
After you reignite the sun, let Anser 'go home' so I can give Him a check-up.

"Hmm, if possible, let Musa go home too."

The chief creator patted his extravagant "Crown of Stars," seemingly activating some special observation device, and said:

"Musa's moonlight doesn't look very 'healthy'. Perhaps she needs a physical examination. If she's sick, she can get treatment; if she's not, she can protect herself."

As he spoke, Lishwim's figure vanished silently into the phase shift, and then the lich Medivh appeared beside Diakum, rubbing his head.

The guard glanced at him, somewhat puzzled, and said:

"You didn't have surgery? How come you still have the cosmic radiance left by Sargeras on you? Don't you know that carrying this radiance will make Sargeras notice you all the time?"

“This is my own problem, and I will solve it myself rather than asking a creator who seems strange in every way, even if that guy could crush me with his little finger.”

The Astral Mage shook his head and said:
"It gave me a 'check-up' and took a sample, saying it would invite me to visit its lab later, and even invite me to be a librarian in some dimension or something. Just who is this guy?"

"He's a big shot who can create Eternals by hand and participated in the initial design of Anser and Musa. He's a researcher who was entrusted with a great mission by the Firstborn to find and create perfect life. He's someone you can't afford to mess with, but I can afford to mess with him and don't want to."

So, Medivh, suppress your urge to share.

Don't tell anyone anything about Lishwim, not even Azshara!

Otherwise, our queen will surely start courting disaster and eventually turn herself into a beautiful and supreme specimen in the chief creator's laboratory.

She clearly doesn't have the resources to provoke Lishwim right now.

Even if the Chief Creator isn't good at combat, do you really think that someone who can conjure up a bunch of Eternals in a matter of minutes would need to fight personally?

As Diakum lifted the Sunstrider's warhammer and took his first step toward the Eternals' Forge where the battle was raging, Medivh nodded and turned to leave in another direction.

He also had his own work to do, but he didn't forget to turn back and remind Diakum:

"Remember to collect some remnants of the Eternals' containers for me. These are remnants of the prototypes that were perfectly adapted to the Force of Death. You can take them back to Sindanee to make a 'divine casket' to satisfy her thirst for power."

"Then why not let your lich maid directly access the remains of the prototype of the Conquest?"

Diakum countered:
"Wouldn't that be better? To get it done in one go?"

"You mean, you want me to personally create a 'Lich God' that possesses a secondary divine vessel and can even glimpse the potential of a true god, yet is unable to suppress its thirst for power?"

Medivh pursed his lips and waved his hand, saying:
"Thank you for the reminder, but I will never do that. This world has already suffered enough; I have no interest in causing it any more trouble."

I only promised one stairway to godhood, and I only need to complete this one stairway. As for any other desires, let Cindy fulfill them herself. I cannot deprive her of the joy of fulfilling her own desires.

More importantly, you don't think I don't understand the principle that a small favor can breed resentment, do you?

"Very good, you're still maintaining your composure and rationality, just a bit lazy! After they finish fighting, let Sindani come and choose for herself. These things are always more pleasing to the eye when you choose them yourself. I don't want to be targeted by a lesser god lich."

Although I'm sure I could win, I'm not a warmonger.

After saying that, Diakum turned and rushed towards the battlefield of the Eternals' free-for-all, but he did not intend to participate in it personally. This was the Eternals' "family matter", and it would be too undignified for a passing Warrior of Light to casually get involved.

"Zera! Tell Grace to prepare!"

As Diakum ran forward, he called out in his mind to the "Commander of the Civil Engineering Corps" in the High Heavens, calling out:

“I will open a ‘Gate of Heaven’ here, and Grace will serve as the Archangel to conduct the first test of this supreme divine art.”

"I can do that too."

Zera asked in confusion:

"Why does it have to be Grace? Her strength is far from recovered."

"You don't understand. This is for a little bit of participation, so that our archangel can completely and permanently say goodbye to the past and embrace the bright future that belongs to her!"

Diakum said:
"Have her prepare as soon as possible."

"Ok."

Zera responded, but she quickly asked:

"You said last time that the divine magic of the Gates of Heaven is very complex and that you were still researching it. How come you have suddenly made progress?"

"Well, what should I say?"

Diakum raised his finger.

With a light touch of the fingertips, the radiant "chords of all things" burst forth, spreading into the illusion of a hexagonal gate of holy light.

He said in a cheerful tone:
"I, this 'unfamiliar with the truth' fellow, have had some good luck. After unexpectedly participating in the deciphering and research of the Firstborn's cipher system, I seem to have been endowed with a 'knowledge of the truth' as ​​well."

In short, just be grateful for the Holy Light.

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"boom"

Just as the prototype of the Forgiveness Machine was about to be executed after the Soldier Master was knocked down by a flying warhammer. With the burst of the Domination Chains, all four prototypes were instantly bound. Although they broke free of their restraints in the next second, the Warden's divine assistance still gave the Soldier Master and the Winter Queen, who were being beaten back step by step, a chance to catch their breath.

The Queen of Winter used her Great Rejuvenation to heal the Warlord who was almost killed, while the Warlord watched as the Warden strode towards him and reached out to pick up the Primal Arbiter's Warhammer that had been smashed on the battlefield.

"you"

The Lord of War said:
"Shouldn't you be heading towards the grand vision of the Firstborn? Why are you helping us?"

"I don't want to come! But I can't convince myself to be a pathetic wretch who breaks his promise."

The warden said in a deep, gruff voice:
"Don't overthink it. This has nothing to do with you. I'm just keeping my promise. Our relationship was already destroyed during your insincere trial."

This cold reply elicited a wistful laugh from the warlord.

As an eternal being, He certainly knew the truth of "judging by actions, not by intentions," and said no more. He rose and, along with the Queen of Winter, became alert, forming a three-person assault team with the Warden.

Now we have a "Rage Tank"!

Finally, I can start grinding dungeons properly.

Of course, when the warden, the former arbitrator, appears, the "arbitration prototype" in the factory should also step forward to fight back.

The problem is that, after the trial of Zovar ended, the servants had already taken away the Arbitration Prototype Machine that was kept here in order to maintain their destiny. It was the big robot that Diakum kicked down.

Although the forging workshop can still produce new Arbitration prototypes, without the assistance of the chief creator, it will be difficult for the servants to assemble a fifth prototype in a short period of time.

All we can say is that every bite and sip is ordained by fate.

"It's coming!"

The warden gripped his warhammer tightly, and as the skull atop it roared with its gaping maw, he said coldly:
"Don't hold back."

"let's go!"

The Lord of War said:
"For the first and last time we fight side by side, my brother, for our own sake, for our freedom, for the collapse of destiny, for the future of the dead. Lead us, charge one last time."

"whispering sound"

Zoval snorted dismissively, but still charged toward the four prototypes who were standing ready in front of him.

Just as the three-on-four battle began, the belated Diakum drew a holy symbol on his chest, then chanted scriptures and raised his hands. As a blinding golden light burst forth, the Gates of Heaven opened for the first time in this holy land of death.

As the holy bells resounded, the gates of the highest heavens slowly opened, and Grace, a six-winged angel holding a golden battle banner, descended in the light.

She had no idea she was being given a surprise, but when she saw the battle below, she realized it was a gift from Saint Diakum.

"Thanks be to the Holy Light! Praise be to the Sun!"

Grace cheered and raised her golden battle banner, letting countless rays of light shine across the battlefield.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Sachiel's voice also rang out from behind Diakum. The Shaper swung the King's Mourning, which bound him with chains and incantations, and hurled it onto the battlefield, saying:
"Dealing with those Nathrezim took a little time, but thankfully the wizard, who is never late and never early, made it in time."

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(End of this chapter)