Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 740, Section 18: Final Pardon - The Saint Descends to Earth

Zovar lost.

They lost in the clash of power, in the inherent weakness of the Eternals—insufficient power—and also in the clash of mechanisms.

Clearly, the all-powerful, all-encompassing dominion caused Diakum a terrible problem; however, the simple and unadorned concept was no match for Diakum's "flashy" new mechanism.

It wasn't just the supreme concept of "eclipse" that eroded and extinguished the light of all things; Diakum himself naturally received his due "reward" when he pushed the twin of light and shadow to a perfect stage.

The seamless interplay of light and shadow transformed him, banishing the concept of death!
As long as Diakum is willing, he can continue fighting amidst the light and shadow.

While we may not necessarily win, we will certainly not fall into the tragedy of "losing".

In layman's terms, this kind of cheating mechanism, which abandons the enhancement of numerical values ​​and instead uses all its mysteries for "unthinkable rebirth," may not have a high ceiling, but its floor is definitely guaranteed.

The holy flame was burning; it was the fire of a true star, as hot as the sun. Even though Diakum, this master of metaphysics, could not simulate true infinite fission, there were advantages to engaging in metaphysics. The application of conceptual power allowed him to release endless light and heat as well.

But Zovar did not cry out in despair.

He lost his weapon but continued to fight, like a burning giant who, even with defeat etched upon him, was unwilling to give up his last chance to realize his ideals and desires.

Without weapons, He used his fists and chains; when his fists were broken and his chains were snapped, he used his teeth and headbutts. When his left leg was also severed, forcing him to fall, He dragged Diakum into the ground battle with him.

Like a desperate fighter.

He will never give up until He is completely killed.

That fighting posture looks really pathetic.

Like a lone wolf on the verge of death, knowing it has no chance of turning the tide but still fighting to the very last moment.

Its fierce fighting spirit seemed to make Diakum see a burning flame—no, a moth that had rushed towards the flame, was ignited, and was dancing desperately in the fire.

He will turn to ashes, but He will never regret embarking on this path.

The Vigilante is also a man of principle; he would give the Warden a dignified end. Therefore, when he realized that the Sunstrider's Hammer was already overburdened and that the Twilight Hammer, under the catalysis of power, had finally begun its "final ascension" and was temporarily unusable for combat, Dick decisively abandoned his weapon and raised his fist.

Unfortunately, the warden never experienced the training of the martial arts monks, and was no match for Diakum, the "steppe man" who had participated in the Jadney tournament since childhood, whether in wrestling or fighting.

He was no match for Diakum's fists, and the strangulation he was dragged to the ground was crushed by Diakum's ground techniques. He barely managed to get up and fight again, but the Vigilant skillfully dodged his attacks. Then, he responded with a Holy Light burst of Rising Dragon, which sent the Warden flying into the air. He was then sent flying by a shadowy antimatter whip kick.

When Zovar landed in a sorry state, His Oath Armor was shattered beyond recognition, and the large hole in his chest had cracked even more from the heavy blow.

Zovar is different from the other Eternals.

He wasn't as "resilient" as the other Eternals. The other four had at least intact Phosphorous bodies, but Zovar had his Arbitrator's core removed long ago.

This means that He was actually a "disabled eternal being" from the very beginning.

Its body had been damaged for so many years without being repaired, causing it to break into more fragments under the heavy blows of Diakum's light and shadow. Even the burning of the stellar holy flames caused its broken body to begin to melt.

This means that Diakum's holy flame temperature has transcended the concept of "high temperature" and has been endowed with a deeper ability to melt and destroy.

However, Diakum seems to have made a "mistake" because the direction of his whip kick was a bit off, causing Zovar to crash into the Creator's altar, which He had previously been unable to approach, after a humiliating fall.

In that grand blueprint of the First One, Zovar painfully raised his head.

He saw the largest energy well before him, and he knew that it was connected to the largest, most powerful, and most promising energy point in the material world.

He knew that as long as he started it here, his ideals could be realized.

"Go! Go and stop him!"

Zovar roared, unleashing his last bit of dominance, causing black, cold chains to burst forth from all directions, intertwining to form a "wall of despair" between Diakum and Zovar.

The warden knew that these chains of domination could not hold Diakum for long, so he rushed to the energy well of the grand plan before he could even repair himself.

Each movement He makes creates more cracks in His vessel of true God, and each struggle makes the eternal fire burn even more fiercely.

This is simply the most terrifying torture.

However, supported by the realization of his ideal, the warden actually completed the activation of the grand blueprint in a very short time. As the energy wells were activated and every node in the universe was lit up, the largest energy well at its center began to emit a dark blue, silk-like light of creation.

"Ha ha ha ha."

The warden laughed.

Still burning, He turned his head and looked at Diakum, who was locked on the other side of the chains of domination, in a disheveled and miserable state.

He wanted to tell Diakum that his ideal had been realized! He would personally create the perfect order he had imagined.

But at this moment, Zovar saw that Diakum not only did not destroy the "Wall of Despair" that He had set up, but the Vigilant himself also broke out of his battle state and returned to his mortal form.

Diakum was making the triangular symbol on his chest and reciting scriptures, as if he were performing a ritual of solace.

It is unnecessary to elaborate on who these scriptures are recited for.

He seemed convinced that even if the warden activated the grand blueprint, it would be absolutely impossible for him to fulfill his ambition of reshaping reality, which made Zoval feel a sense of anger at being slighted.

He turned his head, stretched out his hands, and, enduring the dual pain of the eclipse and the holy flames, reached his hands into the ever-exploding cosmic rainbow light before him.

He wants to create the perfect order He desires!
He wants to create a beautiful future for all living beings and all things.
"What are you going to do to me, you bald guy?!"

A voice filled with rage exploded above Zovar's already burning spirit.

It seemed to be a woman's voice, filled with unspeakable anger.

This made Zovar's eyes widen. Only at this moment did He belatedly realize a very important question.

If the energy well He activated is connected to the most powerful and potential "energy point" in the material universe, then wouldn't that mean that the target of this energy well at this moment is...
"boom"

A shockwave struck the energy well that was spewing out cosmic energy.

The immense cosmic energy, capable of reshaping reality, transformed into a ferocious fist at this moment, striking the warden's severely injured body amidst the Supreme Star Soul's furious roar.

That was a vicious attack.

Zovar was knocked away from the energy well again, and he was thrown out in a sorry state, crashing into the edge of the grand blueprint. He then watched in despair as the energy points that had been lit were extinguished one by one as the Supreme Star Soul tried to withdraw the energy.

It was as if Zovar's ignited ideals had been ruthlessly extinguished at this moment.

What's more tragic than being unable to fulfill your wishes is having already reached the edge of realizing your ideals, yet being unable to take even one more step forward.

"no no!!!"

Zovar got up and shakily reached out his hand toward the dying cosmic energy well, but the next second, with the sound of the chains of dominion shattering and falling, Diakum appeared beside Him.

With a casual grab, the Zovastam Annihilation Avatar, radiating cosmic light, fell into the Vigilante's hand. With Diakum's final, powerful strike, the Warden's outstretched arm was severed by the sharp scythe.

Its flying arm of the Eternal transformed into a geometric metal structure the instant it detached, and then dissipated into ashes under the light of the solar eclipse.

"I need not crush your last stand, for Azeroth and the cosmos will speak for themselves!"

Diakum dropped his war scythe and whispered:

"What you are doing is a moth drawn to a flame with absolutely no chance of success. I am not offering this sentimental reminder; it has been a statement of fact from the very beginning."

You want to restore perfect order to the stars, but have you asked for their opinions?

"You," the warden knelt there.

He struggled to lift his head and look at Diakum, but he could not see the joy of victory in the Watcher's eyes; there was only a trace of pity in those eyes wreathed in golden arcs of electricity.

It was like witnessing a tragedy that was bound to happen.

You knew all along.

He said:

"You knew all along that Azeroth would rebel?"

"Yes, I knew it all along. I knew this would happen before I even came to the Shadowlands."

Diakum sighed and said:
"The Firstborn left behind the power to reshape reality, and any shaping requires resources. To reshape reality means you must first drain the immense power from the material star sea that forms the foundation of the six realms."

However, where does the greatest power in the ocean of matter reside?
Is it Sargeras?

Or the Pantheon?
No, neither!
The most powerful force in the material universe belongs to only one person, Azeroth; it is the 'seed' left for the future by the First Ones.

The guard looked up at this unfinished "perfect blueprint," and amidst the warden's lament, he said:
"The Firstborn could have completed this perfect blueprint, but they ultimately gave up not because they were unable to shape everything they wanted, but because they realized that a perfect future cannot be planned or shaped."

They did not give up on their yearning for a perfect order; they simply tried to achieve it in a different way.

They left behind a 'seed' called Azeroth in the sea of ​​matter.

Dick reached out and patted the warden's mangled body on the shoulder, extinguishing the burning starlight. As the ashes crumbled, he said:

"The power that Azeroth possesses can determine the future, and what choices she will make at the moment of her awakening depends entirely on how all living beings treat her."

If all beings choose to protect, the Supreme Star Soul will fulfill its duty of protection!
If all living beings choose destruction, Azeroth will carry out that destruction.

Do you understand? The First Ones. They ultimately left the power of choice to all living beings. They did not wish to create another, larger, more cumbersome, and more uninteresting system of destiny, therefore, you should not do so either.

The vigilant smiled and offered his advice:
"I only came to the Shadowlands after I released Azeroth because I knew that the world no longer needed anyone else to save it; its rise was unstoppable."

You can't do it, Sargeras can't do it, and neither can I!
future?

The future has arrived!
Every glimpse of the past you witness is a step toward the approaching future, and you stubbornly chose to be a moth drawn to a flame, becoming the last martyr of the old era.

I didn't stop you because I wanted you to see the future with your own eyes, so that you could embark on your journey without any resentment.

"Oh, that's it."

The warden finally heard the vigilant's true feelings, and He finally understood everything.

He bowed his head, and as his illusion faded, revealing his mechanical nature, in his final moments before death, he said:

"No wonder there was sadness in your eyes when we first met. It wasn't sadness for you, for others, or for all living beings; it was mourning for me, this presumptuous person. The moment we met, your mourning for me had already begun."

祂们
Did they leave the choice to all living beings?

Ah, what a beautiful statement, but isn't this just expecting others' wisdom when you can't do it yourself?

I still despise them!
I still will not forgive them.

Perhaps, they no longer need it.

Thank you for letting me see this scene. Thank you for letting me see a real road that keeps extending. It is not perfect; it can even be described as ugly.

but.
But its end leads to the unknown rather than a real possible tragedy, or that is enough.

"Kill me."

The warden looked up.

His bald head has lost the bright and obscure runes of domination, and he is transforming into a broken machine that has lost all warmth and whose life light has been drained.

He is heading towards an irreversible defeat.

However, Diakum did not carry out the beheading. Instead, he took out the Arbitration Core that the warden had given him and levitated it in his palm. As the power and path came into contact and merged, the "Arbitration" path belonging to the former Eternal Arbiter was also quietly absorbed into Diakum's power.

As the warden said, arbitration is not the privilege of death; it is just that death, which is equal for all things, makes it more vivid and real.

Diakum did not intend to retain this concept of power for long; he merely needed to make the final judgment for a burdened soul at this moment.

And so, as the warden stared in astonishment at the last sight of his mechanical eyes, Diakum reached out and placed his hand on His barren forehead.

He solemnly pronounced the verdict:
"Zovar!"

Former Arbitrator, Lord of the Maw, Master of Domination, you possess beautiful and selfless ideals, yet you used the wrong and stubborn methods to achieve them.

What you lack is not a heart full of enthusiasm to dedicate yourself to all things; what you lack is simply the experience to delve into the lives of ordinary people and understand the order of things.

I will punish you by making you a human, so that you will walk barefoot across the stars and see for yourself the true meaning of everything you consider a 'flaw' to mortals.

I want you to live countless eternal lives as a mortal until you find the 'perfect order' you desire, or until you realize the greatest mistake you have ever made. Only then will I allow you to return to eternal peace with the truth you have found.

you!
Are you willing to accept this arbitration?

"I"

The warden did not expect that the first thing Diakum did after obtaining the arbitral route was to try him, the former arbitrator. However, Zovar ultimately did not refute the trial.

He lowered his head and said:
“I am willing to obey, I am willing to observe those beings whom I regard as ants and learn from them, and I vow to eventually find the truth and return to peace.”

"Then, the arbitration is in effect!"

Diakum waved.

He pulled the cosmic soul belonging to Zovar from that already shut-down body and, in a move as stylish as Denathrius throwing the most heinous souls into the Maw, knocked this immortal soul to the dust.

The warden's soul fell down the largest cosmic energy well, and in this fall, all his immortal soul would be worn away.

He will fall into the world at the center of the sea of ​​stars and use it as the starting point of his journey, and his power will be used to repay the worlds whose lives were stolen from Azeroth over the past ten thousand years.

But in this final moment, behind Diakum, the Eternal Vessel, which had already shut down, uttered the last words that Zovar had left for him.

You say I'm like a moth drawn to a flame, but aren't you the same?

Diakum Zastins, you may comfort the mortals but you cannot fool me; if you wish to ignite the sun, you must endure all the eclipses of Anser.

If Anser can't handle all this, then neither can you.

You are also the kindling you've prepared!
But you find it delightful.

I am a moth drawn to an ideal, rushing towards the candlestick of self-sacrifice; you are a flame devoted to morality, destined to return to the glorious sun.

May you, like me, have no regrets, and may you have good luck, martyr.

"Martyr?"

Diakum smiled, shook his head, and said:
"No, that's not my path! So many people are waiting for me, how can I, an old-fashioned warrior of light, let them down?"

(End of this chapter)