Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 796.9. The Dark Titan's Determination to Destroy

Queen Azshara's statement that Ionar needs a divorce agreement that would allow him to claim half of Aman's fortune was clearly a joke.

After all, with the Titans wiped out, Sargeras must have already looted all their possessions. The Dark Titans need those precious items to serve their cause. Therefore, Aman'Thul and the other Titans are now truly "penniless." Where would they get any wealth to share with their eager-to-get-rich-quick friends?
Of course, Lady Ional was not the kind of soul who harbored cold malice towards her partner and whose malicious scheming would surely lead her to the Maw after death.

She was so heartbroken that she no longer cared about any of this.

Even after Azshara left the Pantheon ruins and returned to the material world, Eonar was unable to recover from the weight of this tragedy.

She looked at Aman'Thul's Lightning Throne with a complicated gaze, as memories of the past kept flashing through her mind, as if she had turned to stone.

This scene greatly worried Norgannon and Gogones.

If Aman'Thul is truly a fraud, then he has only deceived them out of their trust. But Ionar has invested genuine feelings. The sheer devastation a woman bewitched by a fraudster can unleash is enough to send shivers down the spines of the Titans.

Ionar will definitely not stay in the Pantheon.

Norgannon has already made such preparations, and perhaps Lady Elune will soon reach a "transfer agreement" with Ionar, personally guiding the Titan of Life to the realm of life, where they will graze the stars in the years to come.

But this is very likely just the beginning.

Norgannon recalled his earlier concerns: if Aggramar made the same decision, things would be in real trouble.

Regardless of whether the perfect order that Aman'Thul sought to create was correct, and regardless of how Queen Azshara judged the relationship between arcane and order, it is absolutely true that order is one of the requirements of arcane magic.

In other words, the Pantheon will continue to shape the embodiment of order in the stars in the years to come, but the Titan Soul has already suffered heavy damage, and with the Pantheon's current capabilities, it will be difficult to ensure the interests of the order side in the magnificent era to come.

Clearly, Norgannon is a worrier by nature.
But right now, besides these thoughts and grand narratives, the three Titan souls who have returned to the Pantheon have another task to do.

Before leaving, Azshara invited them to help her temporarily withstand the repulsive force from the universe so that the queen could stay in the sea of ​​stars longer, thereby completing the promotion and foundation-building of the monarchical order.

This aligns with the Titans' needs, and given their current inability to act, entrusting the task to Azshara is timely.

Therefore, Norgannon and Gogones did not refuse.

With the protection and power of the Pantheon, bearing the repulsive force of the universe is not difficult for them, and it does not even make the Titan Soul feel uncomfortable. As a holy place of cosmic arcane magic, the wonders of the Pantheon are not limited to this.

"I made a decision!"

Just as Norgannon and Gorgoneth began to bear the cosmic repulsion for Queen Azshara, Ionar, who had been keeping his head down, finally made a decision.

She spat towards Aman'sur's throne and shouted:
"I will seek justice from Anther and Elune! Under the guidance and witness of the just and vigilant, I will complete all severance from Aman'thul, and from then on I will return to the source of freedom."

I don't need Elune to rebuild my divine body. I want to return to the world I was born into, abandon all my power in the arcane path, and return to the original form of the Star Soul, just like Argus's rebirth.

I want to live my life again.
I've lived such a foolish life!

I don't want to have even the slightest connection with that past self who lived in lies and had to convince myself it was for the sake of 'order'.

"Don't!"

Norgannon was startled and quickly advised:
"There's no need to go to such extremes; it's just a lie."

"You do not understand."

Iona said melancholically:

"This matter means very differently to you and to me. I have made my decision. Do not worry. Before I enter the sequence of rebirth, I will return everything that the arcane has given me to Him. My path will be open to the arcane people of the star sea, and one day, a new Titan of life will ascend here."

As for me...
I will fall into a long slumber bathed in the moonlight of Elune, and when I awaken again, a starry sea, no longer filled with sorrow, will open its arms to embrace me.

But before I leave, I must get Amansur to tell me the truth himself!

I will make Him repent for the civilizations that perished because of His cruelty and ruthlessness; He will serve His sentence in the Pantheon, and you will be His eternal jailers.

At this point, Iona, her voice firm and resolute, patted the armrest of her throne and called out:
"Star Saints, come to me!"

"buzz"

After the summoning command was given, accompanied by the leaping starlight of the Pantheon, one after another Star Saints, like the Observer Algalon, appeared on the Pantheon platform amidst the pulsating arcs of light.

Their attire is different, showcasing the distinct styles of different star saints.

"I am going to rescind the orders you previously received."

Ionar said loudly:
"I command you to go to those Titan worlds that you are observing, and personally abolish all the Alpha programs that are still in operation, and inform the inhabitants there that the perfect blueprint project shaped by the Titans has been completely terminated."

From then on, no more indifferent gods from heaven would demand their demanding 'perfect blueprints,' and no more heavenly fire would fall from the sky to burn everything they possessed.

The so-called 'perfect blueprint' was a terrible mistake.

That was an incorrect instruction.

This terrible tragedy must end!

The Star Saints looked at each other in bewilderment.

They couldn't understand why Lady Ionar would suddenly issue such an extreme command, so they looked at Norgannon and Gogonus, and the other two noble Titans nodded after a moment's hesitation.

This signifies that the Pantheon has once again issued a command after tens of thousands of years of silence.

Although the content of this instruction was somewhat strange and almost completely overturned the Pantheon's grand plan, the Star Saints didn't think much of it.

After all, even if their race is naturally indifferent, repeatedly carrying out destruction is not something that brings them joy.

The Star Saints received their orders and transformed into starlight, disappearing into the starry backdrop of the Pantheon. As the last Star Saint, wearing shoulder armor, was about to leave, Ionar called out to him.

"Your name is Legron, right?"

Ional rubbed his temples and said:

"I remember you. You were one of the first Star Saints to be recruited. You loved observing the starry sea and were always drawn to all sorts of major events, sometimes even neglecting your work because of them. You were a very unique Star Saint."

"Thank you for remembering, madam."

The Star Saint named "Legoron" bowed politely and said in the distinctive tremor of a Star Saint's voice:
"And thank you for scrapping that terrible plan. Even during the years of silence in the Pantheon, the Alpha program was activated many times."

"That was our mistake, a terrible mistake, and someone has to be held accountable."

Ional said in a deep voice:
"So, can I entrust you to help me collect information about the worlds whose civilizations were destroyed by the Alpha program?"

After I enter the long slumber of rebirth and awaken again, I will go to those worlds as the true god of life. I will find a way to restore the civilizations that we destroyed, and I will make this the most important thing in my life from now on.

Someone must be held accountable for this shameless destruction, and I will shoulder that responsibility! But I need a guide who is curious about everything and has enough goodwill to guide me.

you.
Would you be my guide in the next era?

"Of course, ma'am."

The starlight emanating from Legron's body flickered incessantly, reflecting the Star Saint's overwhelming emotions. It spoke in a joyful tone:
"It is my honor and my duty."

Xing Sheng then left.

The ruins of the Pantheon fell silent once more, and Norgannon sighed:
"That was a sin we committed together, you don't have to bear the full burden."

“But I was the one who should have stepped forward to stop it. I didn’t. I failed life’s expectations of me. I became a weak, pathetic, and cowardly person.”

Ionar waved his hand weakly and said, "So be it. I will bear those sins, and you should take this as a warning. If we can truly reclaim the future from Sargeras, please do not repeat the same mistakes!"

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The arcane chords activated by Queen Azshara are like waves sweeping across the sea of ​​stars. They are the vibrant expression of the arcane force after its dormancy. They do not diminish with distance; on the contrary, the further they spread through the sea of ​​stars, the faster they travel.

Like a responsible messenger, he delivers good news about the Pantheon and the Arcane Force to every arcanist in the galaxy.

Such a declaration is clearly public and is not deliberately kept secret from anyone.

In other words, all life forms capable of sensing arcane fluctuations can clearly perceive the ripples of the Pantheon's resurgence. This means that even a powerful figure who has already distanced themselves from the weak Pantheon through "practical actions" can clearly hear the aftershocks of this phenomenon.

Sargeras!

The Dark Titans walked along the borders of the Twisting Nether, striding towards Argus.

As the strongest god in the current star sea, Sargeras also experiences the strongest cosmic repulsion in the material world. Unless absolutely necessary, Sargeras will not appear in the material star sea in physical form.

When He needs to intervene, He will send down an avatar in most cases, and Sa's avatar can basically handle 99% of the things that happen in this star sea.

He traveled on the border of the distorted void, and could clearly see the sea of ​​matter along the way.

Where those burning eyes gazed, there were only landscapes after destruction, no longer the whispers of the Void Thieves, nor the clamorous shouts of chaotic life, only a pure dead land that brought peace of mind.

Sassa didn't know when he began to appreciate this peace. Perhaps it was after witnessing the Void's evil deeds that triggered the first destruction, or perhaps it was after his disgust for his fellow Pantheon members who were incompetent and thus annihilated them completely.

He has learned to appreciate destruction.

That was a necessary measure!
Only after the entire starry sea is burned to ashes by such a scorching sun can the cleanest galaxy remain. This civilization has already suffered greatly from corruption, and in the foreseeable future, they will eventually fall into darkness due to various temptations.

The destruction one inflicts is certainly painful, but it is a blessing that mortals cannot comprehend.

Those who die at the hands of fel magic will at least not suffer torture, but once captured by the void...
This is kindness.

Most importantly, why should Sargeras need to explain his actions to others throughout his life?
If even the fools of the Pantheon cannot understand the necessity of this behavior, then one can imagine how they will be perceived by other lower beings.

But those foolish beings could not understand that if Sargeras and the Burning Legion were not in this galaxy, countless lives would have been devoured by the void long ago.

Since they cannot understand, let them embrace destruction in despair.

Knowing too much is not a happy thing for ordinary people.

When the chords of the Pantheon's revival echoed from the sea of ​​stars, Sargeras's expression shifted slightly, but then returned to a deathly calm.

He doesn't care.

Whether it's the Pantheon or Diakum, it's just a matter of swinging the sword one more time.

Each party facing a difficult choice has its own moral code, and the conflict cannot be resolved through conversation. In that case, let's not waste time and use our strength to define our respective paths.

The weak have no right to pursue the path and morality!
Even if the truth is found, there is no power to protect it. The path that has been opened up will be shrouded in darkness, adding more hidden dangers to this already turbulent sea of ​​stars.

But just as Sargeras was walking the path of destruction, a spiritual plea from the material world stopped him in his tracks.

Kil'jaeden!

How dare that weak-willed traitor contact Him at this time?

"What's the matter?"

The Dark Titans decided to give Kil'jaeden one last chance.

After all, the destruction the conqueror had carried out for Him over the past 20,000 years was astonishing, and for that diligent effort, the Lord was willing to give Him a chance to give His last words.

In response to the Dark Titan's question, Kil'jaeden countered with:
"You are walking towards Argus, aren't you?"

Sargeras had no interest in answering this foolish question, so the Conqueror laughed and said:

"Coming to Argus from the edge of the cosmic sea, one will pass through the 'Darklight Realm,' the stronghold of the Void forces that harbor filth in the material world. In my original plan, the Burning Legion's final battle would be fought there, with the sacrifice of countless demons cleansing this world of its last Void filth."

But now, the plan has failed.

The Burning Legion will no longer have the chance to cleanse the lair of those Void Thieves for you, and since destruction is inevitable, why can't you do it along the way?

I believe that even an entire void universe would only suffer temporary annihilation under your sword, a scourge of material space that can be completely eradicated.

"you"

Sargeras said:
"You're stalling for time. Do you think I'd fall for that?"

"Yes, that's what I think."

Kil'jaeden's words held no respect whatsoever; he proclaimed:

"If you choose to destroy us over wiping out a sector inhabited by Void Thieves, how can you justify the cruel sacrifices you made in the past?"
Are you going to destroy the morality you sacrificed so much to achieve?

I'm just stalling for time! Sargeras.

I'm doing this honestly and openly, and I'm sure you'll waste some time on those Void Thieves so that we can be better prepared.

More than 25,000 years ago, we also waited for your arrival in the same way.

More than 25,000 years later, the Eredar will still not lay down their weapons before you. That great battle never ended; the past 25,000 years was merely halftime. This time, we will not lose.

"Ah, I hope so."

Sargeras was too lazy to argue with this guy.

He started again, but after taking one step, he stopped in place.

Head straight towards Argus, then turn in one direction to reach the Darklight Realm.

So, what will He choose?
In that instant, Sargeras seemed to see again the weak star soul that had been completely corrupted by the void and was about to fall into the sea of ​​light. It was the first time he had witnessed firsthand the terrifying impact that void corruption could have on the material world.

The weak star soul cried out in despair, begging Him to grant it release.
He swung that sword, and then there was no turning back.

Are there other celestial bodies in the Dark Light Realm that are also yearning for liberation from the Destroyer?

Are those Void Thieves hiding in the dim nebula planning to once again set foot on this peaceful galaxy after the Burning Legion's defeat?
Do they lurk in the cold shadows, greedily spying on the world under the light, hoping to jump out and seize the initiative after the evil energy, death, and holy light have fought to the death?

Ha, they're thinking way too optimistically.

If one harbors even the slightest expectation for the era after this war, perhaps one should address these abhorrent hidden dangers in advance.

With that thought in mind, Sargeras turned and walked in another direction.

As He was about to step into the material world, that repulsive force exerted itself, but the Dark Titan paid no heed. It drew the roaring sword of Goreber from the flames and strode into the Darklight Realm.

Dealing with swarms of bedbugs doesn't take much time.

Ok.

It's just a matter of swinging the sword a few more times.

(End of this chapter)