Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 779, Section 57: Wherever flames burn, the will of light endures—Bonus Chapter [35]

(Bonus chapter for changes in word count [3/5])
The lighting ceremony has begun.

While the People of Light were resisting the counterattack of the Void Lords and the Abyss People, in the center of that radiant battlefield, Xerra and the other nine Naaru leaders from various faith factions had completed the dissemination and reorganization of the power of faith.

This thing is like a net covering the sea of ​​stars, connecting the various nodes where the believers are located. The Naaru are the higher-level structures of this network, so that the faith and will of the people of light in the sea of ​​stars are concentrated on them at this moment.

If other factions wanted to do this, it would be extremely difficult.

Although the power of faith is greater than reality, it is still affected by space. It is not easy to gather faith among the stars in the universe. The losses caused by spatial barriers alone are enough to break the hearts of those religious leaders.

However, the Holy Light faction does not have this problem.

The reason is very simple. Over the past 25,000 years, due to the continuous conflict between the Legion of Light and the Burning Legion, 80% of the Light People settlements in the Star Sea have "migrated" to the Light Realm. The faith in the Light has already been gathered, and the Naaru who have been spreading their faith in the Light Realm for many years are very familiar with this.

Diakum's statement that he is no match for the Naru in this respect is not an understatement.

These beings of holy light, shaped by Anser's unwavering devotion to light, seem to have been inspired by something beyond the ordinary. Everything they have accomplished over the past tens of thousands of years has laid a perfect foundation for today's magnificent "Light-Burning Ritual."

Zera, as the core of the ritual, was under immense pressure. Even though she had returned to the High Heavens, become a subordinate god of the Lord of Dawn, and completed the elevation of her life rank, it was still not an easy task for her to withstand the impact of the faith of the people of light throughout the entire star sea.

Faith is a very broad concept. Faith arises from the individual and is naturally mixed with the individual's desires, persistence, and morality.

One or two wouldn't be so bad, as the unique structure of the Naaru allows them to be exempt from the impact and assimilation of these foreign thoughts. But when the number reaches billions, even Zera, the most powerful Naaru, felt his mind wavering and chaos arise for a moment.

It even felt itself "melting".

It is not that it is melting into fervent morality, but rather that the torrent of thought formed by countless individual minds converging in the form of faith is "assimil" it.

The lives of countless People of Light flashed by before its eyes in a chaotic blur, like being hit by a kaleidoscope, causing Zera's hymns to become severely out of tune and off-key at this moment.

It must divert the torrent of faith from the sea of ​​stars!

There must be a more powerful and sacred mind as the terminal to receive and return these powers of faith; otherwise, if things continue like this, Zera will be lost in the long river of faith.

"Transfer it over!"

Just as she was about to lose herself in the struggle between the call and her own will, Zera finally heard Diakum's call.

This is the "signal" that was agreed upon beforehand!
When the Watcher spoke, it meant that he had made contact with Anser, the "Sun Father of the Naaru." Therefore, Zera did not hesitate any longer. He rotated his crystal body to lock onto Diakum's location, just like an infrared lock before a missile launch. Using Diakum's Holy Spirit as the terminal anchor point, the next moment, visible light was projected by Zera onto the holy remains of the god Anser.

That was a "rainbow".

It's no exaggeration to say that the torrent of faith gathered by the People of Light shimmers with a seven-colored rainbow. Strictly speaking, this thing does not belong to the category of the power of holy light; it merely guides the holy light. Its essence is a secondary power that can be adopted by all six fundamental forces, just like elements, independent of the fundamental force system.

The connection between the Holy Light and faith is the closest, but the Holy Light is not the only Force that can accept faith.

The power of faith should not have a specific form, but now that billions of faiths have gathered in one place, it can naturally slightly change reality and give it a physical form.

The rainbow roared and tore through the eternal night on the sea of ​​eclipse. Although some of its light was extinguished by the eclipse, the vast majority of it still came into contact with the defiled remains of the god Anser in the impact of the "rainbow bridge." However, the destination was not Anser, but Diakum.

Even Zera, the first being born from His light, was unable to contact his "Father of the Sun" before Anser had made up his mind.

Fortunately, Diakum's life rank was high enough, and he also possessed the mythical mystery of "the power of the heart." He was capable of bearing all the desires of the people of light. Under the rainbow light, Diakum strode forward, raised his hands, which were surrounded by holy light and the void, and placed them on the glowing light surrounding the god Anser.

In that instant, the ancient sun god saw through all of humanity's yearning and fervor for light.

He saw the world under the light that He had created with His own hands, where countless beings existed and continued their unimportant but colorful lives in the light.

He saw the material universe, which has now expanded many times over, the beautiful Milky Way and the endless frontier.

He saw the six fundamental forces differentiate into a new system, replacing the primordial chaos of the war between the sun and the moon, causing light and darkness to separate, life and death to cycle, and good and evil to be opposed.

He saw a vibrant world that he had never seen before and could hardly imagine, yet which truly existed.

Most importantly, this world, this universe, was born because of Him.

He is the father who sees his child thriving even after he leaves home; He is the farmer who sees the seedlings that he has nurtured with all his might finally sprout from the soil.

In that instant, a sense of accomplishment welled up in his heart. The weak Anser looked at the lives of all beings under the light with a "greedy" gaze, listened to their desires, gratitude and troubles, and enjoyed the magnificent cosmic landscape that their lives, gathered in faith, transformed into.

A brand new, vibrant starry sea lay before Him!
This was His last ray of light before He plunged into the abyss, His final desire and blessing, and now, He has seen them with His own eyes.

God's gaze has weight.

As Anser watched over all living beings, the people of light, guided by the priests and filled with anticipation, also sensed the curiosity emanating from the heavens. It was a real "divine touch," and even a distant glimpse was enough to trigger all sorts of wonders in the sea of ​​stars.

The People of Light, in the remote lands of the Stars, are troubled by the fact that their sun, which was previously attacked viciously by the Burning Legion, no longer shines as brightly as it once did.

They feared that their sun would go out, leaving the People of Light lost in the darkness and never again to see the sacred light.

Anser heard it.

The sun god would not allow his children to fall into the ravages of darkness, so he commanded the weakened sun to burn again!

And so, amidst the astonished and ecstatic cheers of the People of Light, the gloomy sun was once again revitalized, shining brightly and encircling them as before.

In the war-torn lands, near the galaxy of the Twisted Void, the battle between demons and the undead disturbs the weakened tribe of the People of Light.

They were just a small world that had just given birth to feudal civilization. How could they possibly resist the silent undead from the Shadow Kingdom and the mad demons from the Twisted Nether?
Their little world was unfortunately drawn into the interstellar battlefield of the great war between the two sides. Endless demons and undead trampled on their kingdom, while they could only humbly huddle beneath the rough sun pyramid, praying for the sun god's blessing.

The sun god would not allow his people to be disturbed by foolish demons and ridiculous spirits, so he commanded the light to form an army and drive away evil!

And so, in the frenzied struggle between demons and the undead, who were drawing their swords to kill each other, the sun's rays transformed into a galloping cavalry, mimicking the form of the People of Light who were now fighting against the Void Lord, sweeping across and turning those ignorant fools into burning ashes.

In the heart of the Star Sea, in the stormy sea of ​​Azeroth.

In the capital of the Arathi Empire, among the devout worshippers of the Holy Flame, there was a little boy who seemed less serious. He was preoccupied with the thought that when he grew up, he would be like those great explorers, piloting airships across the stormy seas that separated the continents, to see those lands shrouded in holy light.

Although his father died during an expedition, the boy believed he had to carry on his father's wishes.

He is still young; he doesn't yet understand the hardships of life.

But he knew that with the protection of the sacred flame, the barriers of those storms would eventually become open roads.

Anther thought it was simple, so he commanded the sun of Azeroth to disperse the storm, but this time he was stopped by Diakum.

"This is something that ordinary people can do themselves."

The vigilant said:

"If you cherish them, do not deprive them of the possibility of achieving great things with their own hands. Only those things beyond their capabilities can be granted by the sun's grace. You are the sun god, not a wish-granting machine."

"Yes, I have no right to interfere with life's choices."

Anser said.

But the next second, a voice exactly like His said:
"You saw it, I saw it too! I will extinguish the sun! I will tarnish the light! I will bring down the eclipse! I will swallow the void!"

You can't stop it, and you can't understand it!
Only eternal sleep under the eternal night is a blessing.

"Don't think about it!"

Anser scolded:
"I will not allow you to succeed in this attempt. I will protect them! I gave my life for them once, and I can do it again, Diakum!"

Light me up.

I know the desires of the People of Light. I know that only the bright sun can dispel the darkness, and I know that my mission and dedication are not yet over.

Far away, no, it's over.

"Ha, you've been fooled, you brainless idiot!"

The primordial darkness, entangled with Anser, sneered:
"This mortal shows you the magnificent sight of the starry sea in order to rekindle the dying embers in your heart. He won't allow you peace, forcing you to continue burning your weary body for these laughable insects."

And you fell for it.

How foolish.

"If this is a scam, I'm willing to be fooled! That's why I'm fighting against you alongside Musa, and that's why I'm willing to drag you down into this abyss with me."

I came for the light, and I have seen the light exist.

Protecting it is my duty and mission. You cannot understand how important all of this is to me, and you cannot understand the end of my dedication and sacrifice.

Musa is right!
This future is worth protecting, this sea of ​​stars is worth giving everything for.

Anser made up his mind.

Then the entire Void Zare's remains began to tremble. When Diakum's Holy Spirit returned to his body under the protection of the Harmony of All Things, he opened his eyes to find the Sea of ​​Eclipse churning with endless dark waves.

Anser struggled to break free from the holy spire that pierced His heart, but the primordial darkness would not allow it!
As Queen Azshara gasped in astonishment, the entire Sea of ​​Eclipse roared and transformed into endless dark chains, shackles rising from all directions and binding Anther's body. The ancient sun god was visibly weakened, powerless to break free from the bondage of his other "self."

However, that's exactly what Diakum came for.

“Anser’s heart fire has been ignited; now it is time to ignite His body.”

The Vigilant reached out and pulled out the Sunstrider's warhammer.

He raised the torch-hammer high, and in an instant, all the ancient remnants from Revendreth ignited, and the echoes of those ancient, vengeful Naaru brothers who punished death appeared one after another behind Diakum.

In that instant, the echoes of thousands of Naaru completely illuminated the eternal night of the Eclipse Lands, silencing the entire battlefield of the Sunfire Expedition.

"I will set the sun ablaze!"

Diakum, gripping the torch-hammer tightly in both hands, roared:

"In the name of the stars, all living beings, the future, and hope! I will become the dawn, I will illuminate the darkness, I will ignite the sun!"
Light.
People of Light, lend me your light!

His voice echoed.

Not only did it echo across the battlefield of the Holy War of the Sun, but it also clearly and distinctly appeared in the ears of every person of light who was praying, connected by the torrent of faith.

"Let the sun be ignited!"

Emperor Lothar, having slain Kratos, turned and unleashed his Holy Light, sending the beam of light flying towards Diakum in the form of a Sun Fist. Behind him, Kael'thas, with a solemn expression, summoned the Phoenix, sending it carrying Quel'Thalas's yearning for and reverence for the sun towards the Vigilant who was gathering his power.

The black bull Dezko roared, and without much fuss, it unleashed a solar storm with its warhammer.

"The vigilant has benefited from our help again, quick!"

Irelia shouted:

"Lend him our light. By the way, he hasn't returned the light he borrowed from us last time, has he?"

"boom"

The deranged Yrel was struck on the head with a stern chop by Archbishop Saloras.

Don't you see the situation we're in? Is it appropriate to say something like this?

Countless streams of light were hurled from the battlefield, and no Void Lord dared to stop these unified rays of light, for they were terrified of being melted on the spot.

But those who dared not block the light were incredibly bold, taking advantage of the opportunity to escape. An octopus-like creature roared and broke free of the Naru's restraints to run away, only to be met with a flash of red light.

The Bloodhowl Battle Axe delivered a precise headshot, while the Elven Divine Sword, piercing from the other side, severed the final eye hilt.

Roar and White Soldier landed almost simultaneously. Varian glanced back at the spectacular sight of the sky converging into a sea of ​​flowing light, flicked the blood off his sword, and whispered:

"We are not paladins, but can we still lend our own light?"

"This is clearly a theological concept!"

Xiao Hou, with a solemn expression, shouldered his axe, raised his hand, and struck a pose befitting a "senior" as he addressed Varian:

"What the Vigilant needs is not holy light, but something more complex and abstract, like... like, well, how should I put it..."

"hope?"

Varian asked tentatively, and Grommash nodded, saying:

"That's right, it's this kind of thing. We're lending him our hope."

"Ok."

The white soldier also raised his hand, mimicking Xiao Hou, and unleashed the desire in his heart.

The next instant, sure enough, a wisp of light detached from his palm and merged into the torrent of golden light above.

Countless points of light surged into the sacred land of Zare at this moment, a response from the people of light from the material world, but how could their light penetrate the barrier of this void?

The answer is, the moon goddess has stepped down!
Elune truly went all out this time. She descended in "physical form," triggering an extreme counterattack from the Void's will the moment she appeared. However, the divinity enveloped in moonlight withstood the backlash, shattering the connection between the Sea of ​​No Light and the material world. This allowed the light of all living beings, like fireflies in summer, to surge into Diakum's Sea of ​​Light, ultimately transforming into the light of all things that spans the galaxy.

"enough"

The Vigilant's momentum had reached its peak, but just as he was about to step forward and ignite the sun, Medivh raised his hand and placed it on the Vigilant's shoulder.

A beam of light surged into the ocean, and the Star Mage said:
"I don't have much light left, so I'm lending it to you."

"And mine."

The dual-realm traveler held the glimmer of hope in its hands and released it into the air, saying:

“I was a desperate guy, and you pulled us out of our predicament. This is how I repay you.”

Diakum nodded.

The next moment, Azshara also raised her hand towards him.

A bright light of the future shone in the Queen's palm, and the Queen said:

"I'm rewarding you out of consideration for our past relationship as ruler and subject! Make good use of it."

"buzz"

The Vigilant soared into the sky, the flames erupting from the Sunstrider warhammer in his hands causing the eclipse shadows to howl and retreat. All beings witnessed a new sun burst forth in the darkest abyss, just like the primordial light that tore through the darkness and brought dawn.

When the warhammer struck the eclipsed chains, the burst of dawn light instantly dispelled all obstacles.

A bright flame ignited on Anselna's star, which was as dim as a red dwarf, and then...
Flames spread like wildfire!

(End of this chapter)