Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 794.7. The Arcane Queen's Blazing Revenge

Queen Azshara locked herself in the throne room of Dazar'alor and summoned her most loyal Varokians to guard the gates for her.

The Loas who obey the Queen appeared in physical form at the Altar of All Souls in Dazar'alor, where they would assist the Supreme Queen in completing a supreme ritual today.

Yes, the "assistance" here actually means "consumables".

The Queen doesn't need them to display any personal talent or initiative; she simply needs these Loa to act as living energy sources when necessary, so that Azshara can gather enough power to serve as the "stepping stone" to open the Pantheon ruins.

To establish a stable connection with a place that doesn't exist in any perception, you need to locate the node and activate the spell and energy. The Queen already has the first two, so it's already quite good that the Loas can help with such a big matter.

Besides these "living, self-propelled energy sources" that consume a few strands of faith power every hundred kilometers and are good at saying auspicious words to amuse people, the Queen has also made ample preparations for today's ceremony, and even summoned her magic prince to assist.

This is clearly a very complicated ceremony.

To ensure success on the first attempt and prevent the second attempt from draining her poor Loa of her resources, Azshara spent some time personally altering the traditional decorations around the ancient throne room in Dazar'alor, replacing the ornate Loa sculptures with complex and mysterious star maps.

If you look closely, you'll see that those star charts change in real time according to the laws governing the movement of the stars.

This is almost the most perfect astronomical star map that can be found in Azeroth. It is said to have come from the Queen's observations and insights at the observatory in Ulduar.

Actually, this kind of ritual to summon the Pantheon would obviously be more suitable to be held in Ulduar, but Azshara doesn't trust the integrity of the Titan Souls. She wants to complete this on her own territory to avoid being tricked by the Titans for no reason.

This is not because the Queen has any paranoia.

The main problem is that the things the Titans did in the past make it really hard to have faith in them.

Everything was ready, and Azshara was assigning tasks to Medivh. Holding a scroll that recorded the secrets of the Pantheon, she said to the astral mage:

"According to Ional's description, the Pantheon's form of existence is very similar to that of Zaremotis. It does not exist in any known material space and cannot be interpreted by any physical or metaphysical laws."

The most difficult part of finding it is sensing it, resonating with it, and compelling it to 'descend' into the sea of ​​matter.

Just as Diakum and Zovar had to find all five Eternal Marks to allow Zaremotis to open the gate, the opening of the Pantheon, while not as complicated, still required real-time feedback from the cosmos based on the positions and rotations of several constellations within the starry sky.

If the interpretation of astrology goes wrong, it can easily trigger energy fluctuations in the pantheon.

If the coordinates of any constellation were incorrect, the arcane energy that would rain down upon it would be enough to destroy half a galaxy, something a benevolent queen destined to rule the stars should not do.

Therefore, I don't trust anyone else to do this.

The Queen said with a hint of helplessness:

“I will be the core of the ritual, using my arcane path to resonate with the ruins of the Pantheon. I cannot move or be distracted throughout the entire process, so this task can only be entrusted to you.”

“Astrology, huh? Well, I do know a bit about that.”

Medivh, leaning on his Aluneth staff, said softly:

"But don't you have a great astrologer under your command? Lord Eitaus's research on the cosmos is even superior to mine."

"So, in your eyes, your queen is such a foolish tyrant who wastes resources?"

Azshara glanced at him and said:
Who do you think is maintaining this real-time changing star chart?

Eitaus is currently in the Well of Night. He will use the power of time to repeatedly trace all the celestial changes for your queen during the next ten minutes of the ceremony, so that you can be notified in advance to make adjustments.

Once your queen has successfully opened the ruins of the Pantheon and left her mark there, through me as the intermediary of great power, all the arcane mages of Azeroth will enjoy many truths of the arcane path.

The connection between that hellish place and the material star sea was severed when the Pantheon was wiped out in the Netherworld.

As a sacred site of the arcane path, its reappearance will allow the arcane path, which has been in decline for more than 20,000 years, to take root and rise again in the starry sea.

Ah, all the arcanists in the world should be grateful for their queen's benevolence.

"Indeed, Her Majesty's kindness is now beyond repayment."

The Star Mage made a sarcastic remark.

However, as Azshara prepared to begin the ritual by channeling her arcane chords, Medivh advised her:
"This is a highly risky endeavor, and I suggest you find yourself a 'life-saving box' before you begin."

He pointed to the sky.

Azshara blinked, understanding Medivh's meaning.

She hesitated for a moment, and after considering her luck over the past few days, she felt that she really needed to play it safe. So she sat back on the throne, took out a holy symbol of the Order of the Lightforged, held it tightly in her hand, and then whispered a few words of prayer.

Diakum, who was "working" in the High Heaven, immediately sensed this extraordinary prayer. Following the sound, he glanced down at the human world and was immediately amused by what he saw.

He coughed a few times, temporarily setting aside his work on the Holy Light, and asked softly:

"Then, Your Majesty, what is the purpose of your summoning of the former disgraced advisor who has been expelled from the court and can only temporarily reside in the High Heavens?"

"Are the other gods as talkative as you, Lord of Dawn and Sunrise?"

Azshara snorted and said:
"But I am truly delighted to see that you have maintained your mortal sense of humor even after ascending to godhood, which fully demonstrates that the assimilation of divinity and divine office is not irresistible. It seems that the rumors of the gods being indifferent are clearly not entirely credible."

I know that with your personality, you definitely won't be idle even if you go to the highest heaven. After all, I heard the other day that a certain diligent god even had to perform a small-scale 'divine revelation' at Northshire Abbey when he came down to earth to have some fun.

So, I won't waste your precious time.

I am about to begin summoning the ruins of the Pantheon to descend upon the Sea of ​​Matter. Although your queen is quite confident that she can accomplish it, it is never a bad thing to be cautious.

Therefore, I need you to keep an eye on this.

If the energy goes out of control, act to help me avert any disaster that might harm the city and its people.

"Hmm, that's possible."

Diakum said somewhat dejectedly:

"But when asking for help, he didn't even say 'please' or 'thank you,' which made it really hard for me to feel any respect from His Majesty for me, a minor god of holy light."

The Queen grinned.

She really wanted to complain that when she served Sargeras ten thousand years ago, she never said "please" or "thank you," but this little god of the Holy Light actually served her those things. In terms of the status of a lesser god, we are now on the same level, okay?

But considering the other party's exaggeratedly prestigious position as the Supreme Lord of Heaven, the Queen took a deep breath and said expressionlessly:
"Please take the time to come and assist me in rebuilding the path to great power for all the arcane sorcerers in the entire star system. Thank you."

"Very good. Although I didn't mean it, I still felt a tiny bit of respect. Please wait a moment."

Diakum let out a happy laugh, which made the Queen grin once again.

Before long, accompanied by a flash of light, the little hoofed Yrel, fully armed and carrying two holy blades, appeared at the entrance of Dazar'alor's palace. She looked around with a curious gaze, and was then personally led by General Varoson into the throne room, which was now filled with arcane power.

Ireil ​​stared at the profound, pulsating star map around him, his eyes wide as he tried to glean some truth from it.

She gave up after a few seconds.

Fine.

This thing is quite beautiful, and it's clearly not the kind of truth that the Holy Light Cannon should be trying to understand. Irelia was very confident in her own wisdom, and what's even more remarkable is that she always had a good grasp of her own intelligence. "Good day, Your Majesty."

Yrel bowed beneath the throne and said aloud:

"By divine decree of the Lord of Dawn and Sunrise, I have come here with the Holy Blade to protect you in this ritual! Do not worry, if any danger arises, Commander Diakum will immediately descend into my body."

But he said, "With your wisdom and methods, I'm most likely just going through the motions, acting as a witness."

"Hmph, that's more like it. His queen is not a fool; she has wisdom and means."

Azshara nodded in satisfaction.

She rose and gestured for Irelia to stand at the edge of the throne, then instructed her not to move after the ceremony began, as interfering with the calculations of the stars would cause calamity in the material star sea.

Yrel nodded obediently, then took out the Ashbringer Blade from her back, gripped it tightly with both hands, and sculpted a magnificent blade with gold mixed with blue light by the flow of its beautiful dawn light.

This weapon is the blade of the path.

Even without the power of Diakum, its concept of light is sufficient to deal with most dangers in the material world.

This artifact has always been placed in the Holy Light Dome of Shattrath City, where any Lightwalker can visit and try to comprehend it, but to be honest, no one has been able to glean any outrageous power from it so far.

On the contrary, Irelia, who did not pay attention to theological understanding, was perfectly compatible with this artifact. Only she, with her empty mind, could carry it around aimlessly.

It is said that many people have seen Yrel talking to the Holy Blade. They initially thought that Yrel was talking to the Lord of Dawn, but after Marad inquired, they learned that Yrel said the Ashbringer has its own consciousness and that she was talking to the Holy Blade itself.

It can only be said that Little Hoof does have some eccentricities, at least others can't hear Ashbringer's sharp comments on everything.

"It's about to begin!"

After taking several breaths, Azshara tuned her arcane chords to perfection, then stepped forward and flashed to the center of the ritual, where starlight flowed before her.

She seemed to enter an "energy form" to a special melody. In Yrel's eyes, Queen Azshara's true form in the energy body at this moment was very similar to Commander Diakum's true form in the light.

They have clearly completed their fusion and rebirth with their respective Forces.

However, Queen Azshara's energy level is clearly at least two levels weaker than Diakum's. This is not because the queen is not powerful enough, but because when the Vigilant received the true god's legacy from Anser, he was already far ahead.

Queen Azshara didn't inherit any power; she reached her current level step by step through her own talent and willpower.

"Bravo."

Irelia couldn't help but think to herself:
"When will I be able to possess the power of a queen?"

"At your current rate of advancement, it will take about 30,000 years, at least 30,000 years."

The will of the Ashbringer, which she held in her hand, offered a merciless critique:

"You waste too much time on meaningless things, or rather, you are not attached to power and have no 'strong mindset' whatsoever."

But this is not bad either.

Not all lives are suited to the path of pursuing power; the happiness that mortals can attain is itself a gift of fate.

Irelia twitched her lips and said:

"I can't surpass Commander Diakum in terms of power. I don't need power to ascend to the highest heavens after death. We have connections, so why make our lives so tiring?"
If you ask me, being a Holy Light Ranger would be pretty good.

"Ugh"

Saint Blade sighed, it was unclear whether he was admiring Little Hoof's good attitude or feeling helpless that such a good talent had been given to such a lazy bum.

But then it thought of the Lord of Dawn's sharp comments about Yrel.

If Little Hoof were to one day begin to pursue justice and power, then a catastrophe in the Lightforged Star Sea would most likely erupt.

So let her enjoy the experience.

As she said, the "living Holy Spirit," who has already been registered in the highest heaven because of his past merits, does not need to live a life of hardship and toil.

"The Libra constellation will dim in seven seconds, followed by the illumination of Apollo. In thirty-seven seconds, prepare to project the second beacon toward Ophiuchus. In one minute and twelve seconds, Pegasus will burst into brilliance."

Hints from the Archastrologer Eitaus kept flooding Medivh's mind. The Astrologer wielded the Staff of Aluneth with ease, distributing arcane radiance in place of the Queen, like playing a "puzzle game," placing different radiances on different constellation positions at the right time.

The precise ignition of each constellation signifies that the Queen's arcane chords will further resonate with the ruins of the Pantheon.

Its basic principle is almost exactly the same as opening Zaremotis, both based on the secret technique of the First One, "The Harmony of All Things".

The Loa summoned to Dazar'alor were now grimacing and enduring, acting as energy nodes to provide fuel for the Queen's "ascension ceremony." As the Loa wailed and offered their strength, the Queen could clearly feel herself getting closer and closer to the ruins of the Pantheon.

It was a very mysterious feeling.

It wasn't until the Queen's arcane chords truly touched the ruins of the Pantheon that she realized what was happening.

It is not an arrival!

The unique nature of the Pantheon ruins prevents them from appearing in the Sea of ​​Matter.

This is an "ascension"!
He was heading to the mysterious dimension where the Pantheon was located, but he was now a lesser god, and once he got there, it would be very difficult to come back.

The reason why the arcane minor divine energy is stuck in the material world is because the Pantheon has been isolated. Once this place is reopened, she will immediately feel the repulsive force from the sea of ​​stars, causing her to ascend.

"Don't worry, your rule over the material world is not over, it hasn't even begun yet."

Diakum’s gentle voice rang in the Queen’s ears.

In that instant, the Queen vaguely saw the Lord of Dawn standing in the highest heavens, raising his finger and gently swiping it. A bright ray of light fell upon her, and with a gentle slash, a part of the Queen was severed, returning her to the material world and becoming a beacon for her return.

"Let those Titan souls help you bear the repulsive force of the universe."

The vigilant reminded:

"It's not too late to go to the Astral Plane after you've completed the establishment of the Arcane Order, but if you want to go to Arcane Zare, you'll have to give up expanding the Order in the Star Sea."

"How can we give up on such a momentous matter so easily?"

The Queen pouted and said:
"Anyway, Arcane Zare isn't going anywhere. I have plenty of time to go exploring. This time, I'm just saying hello."

"buzz"

Her consciousness appeared in the magnificent ruins of the Pantheon. The moment she stepped onto this place, Azshara realized what Eonar had meant when he told her that the ruins of the Pantheon represented a “precious opportunity.”

She widened her eyes, carefully sensing the information in her mind, then clutched her stomach and laughed.

"Haha, so this is Sargeras's greatest weakness! So He had such a flaw."
seal?

Do not!
That thug is dreaming!
He will never receive such a pardon; eternal damnation is the punishment He deserves. Very well! Let the supreme Queen preside over this punishment. Ah, how kind fate has been to me!

(End of this chapter)