Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 807, Section 20: In critical moments, only the conqueror can turn the tide!

As the two Grim Reapers unleashed a horde of undead in the wastelands of Antoran, the demons, caught up in their infighting, were in a state of mental turmoil. By the time they realized they were surrounded by terrifyingly powerful vengeful undead, their commanders had little time left to devise brilliant tactics.

All they can do is kill!
However, whether it's fortunate or unfortunate, the demons who don't know where they are or what they're supposed to do now only want to go on a killing spree!
Therefore, when the news reached Antorus, the Burning Throne, which was being fought over by various demon factions, the demons with any sense knew that the situation was already beyond repair. It was only a matter of time before the Eredar undead stormed the Burning Throne. If they wanted to survive this calamity, finding a defensible location in advance was of paramount importance.

The good news is that such places are not uncommon in the holy lands that the demons have been running for over 20,000 years; in fact, they are everywhere.

The bad news is that the real-world "copy" doesn't have invisible walls. Whenever the Eredar send a fleet to unleash overwhelming firepower on Antorus, the demons will have virtually nowhere to hide.

The worse news is that the Eredar, who had no intention of letting any demon escape, actually did just that.

After the hunter ships, including the Baal, wiped out the aerial demonic forces of Krokun, they wasted almost no time. The starships, gleaming with the light of destruction, sped through the atmosphere and, upon reaching the Antoran Wasteland, unleashed firepower powerful enough to shatter the continent.

These starships didn't even bother to distinguish between friend and foe.

Besides the fact that the Restoration Army had gone berserk in the high-intensity battle, the Twin Archbishops' orders from the ground told them not to care about the casualties of the undead, but to clear a path for the ground forces to approach the Burning Throne in the shortest possible time.

Come to think of it, they're all undead, so why would they fear death?
Even if the Holy Light Arbiter's shot could vaporize the demon along with the undead, countless undead would still be resummoned with every step the white-clad reaper wielding Frostmourne took.

This is obviously not normal.

The only explanation is that the powerful figures of the Shadowlands may have been "too proud" to refuse, and indeed needed to use such a war to demonstrate the majesty of death, thus bestowing upon Frostmourne some "power" that did not belong to it.

One second the ancient vengeful spirit was annihilated by the beam of light, the next second it would be reborn in the death wind of the Soul-Devouring Demon Sword.

The undead can be resurrected from death countless times, but demons cannot.

Therefore, in a very short time, under the devastating firepower, Velen and his vengeful undead had already crossed the ravaged wasteland of Antoran and arrived at the walls of the Demon's Heart of War.

Those shattered fel-powered mountains couldn't stop him, those boiling green magma couldn't stop him, and those demons who had sensed impending destruction and gone completely mad couldn't stop him either.

When the Shadow Chaser swarm moved from the Twisting Nether, it made a bold statement that it would make the demons, who had wreaked havoc for millennia, truly return to their rightful place in the star-sea food chain in the next era.

It now appears that it wasn't just the Void Swarm's desire; the other Children of the Force were doing the same thing.

The demons really should cool down their ever-heated brains and realize that their "golden age" had already ended when the Battle of Mardon was over.

Of course, not all great demon lords are closing their eyes and waiting for death.

Unlike those scoundrels who, knowing they can't turn the tide, unleash their fury and order their demons to pounce on every potential enemy with even greater ferocity, some great demons possess the perfect qualities of a major villain.

They didn't want to admit defeat and wanted to struggle a little longer.

For example, deep within the palace of Antorus, the Burning Throne, the portal master Hasabelle and her demon sisters, who had already seized the passage to the "Cosmic Flame Temple," had no intention of bowing down and accepting their fate.

She ordered all her "Jimei Faction" demons to retreat to the depths of the throne, a fortress-like structure forged from fel steel and blessed by fel energy. It was also surrounded by an anti-aircraft fire network personally designed and built by the Apocalypse Engineer Jingaros. Even the mad Eredar Restoration Army dared not approach this place in their starships.

They are safe, but only temporarily.

With no way to break through, and as the vengeful undead get closer and closer to the Burning Throne, the greatest danger to the demons guarding this place is not the external enemy, but those demon madmen who are bloodthirsty and roaring with fel oracles, wanting to drag everyone down to destruction.

The most tragic thing is that, because of the demons' unique environment, on average one in three demons is such a madman.

It's a complete mess!

"But it's alright! As long as we reopen the dimensional gate to the Twisting Nether, everything will be alright!"

Looking haggard, Hasabelle, the portal master who was full of vigor just hours before, rambled on and on, trying to encourage the elder witches of destruction beside her. But judging from her terrible mental state, she probably didn't even believe her own nonsense.

Things have gotten this bad, what's the point of saying all this now?

"Open the door quickly!"

Elder Nora, the witch of destruction who wielded the flames of destruction, scolded her with exasperation:

"You're still thinking about winning after all this? Is your brain filled with the semen your lover ejaculated inside you? We need to retreat now! This hellhole can't be held anymore. After the Felheart was destroyed by that damned Illidan Stormrage, returning to the Twisting Nether and preserving our useful bodies is the greatest act of loyalty to the Dark Titans."

"There's no need to be so desperate."

Osara, the other witch of destruction who wields endless darkness, shook her head and said:

"If we can get Lord Aggramar to intervene, there is still a chance to salvage Argus's current predicament."

"Fart you!"

Tima, the matriarch who wields the chilling abyss, brandished her six arms and retorted rudely in a loud voice:

"If Aggramar had been willing to act, He would have appeared long ago when Illidan destroyed the Heart of Fel! Open your eyes and look, the entire Argus has now fallen into the heavenly fire before its destruction, but that fallen Titan is still in His temple, completely oblivious to it all."

Don't you understand?
The one who most desires the tragic deaths of us demons is none other than Him!
He did not choose to strangle us with his own hands; He simply would not save us. He merely stood in the blazing light of the universe, coldly watching us being slaughtered by the vengeful Eredar, just as we had cruelly defiled His immortal soul.

He is taking revenge on us!

These Titans, every single one of them, are a bunch of petty, narrow-minded gods! They're nowhere near as straightforward as the demons!

"enough!"

The most powerful and influential woman in the Witches' Guild, "Cosmic Mistress Suraya," finally opened her cold, sinister eyes. Leaning on a slender blade that radiated cosmic light, she glared at her wayward children.

she says:

"Don't disturb our 'leader' Ms. Hasabelle's operation to open the dimensional gate. That's the most important thing right now. If you want to argue, go outside. If you want to fight, go find a storage room and stab each other in the back."

I'm too lazy to care about you guys anymore.

"Either get out, or shut up!"

Under the rebuke of the Cosmic Mother, the other three Mothers obediently lowered their heads.

The portal area, now surrounded by the "demon beauties," fell silent once more, a stark contrast to the chaotic battlefield outside, with only Hasabelle's chanting echoing as she opened the portal.

However, the Queen Mother of the Universe soon noticed that Hasabelle's face would show joy one moment, and despair the next.

As the most skilled demon lord in this vast universe and the twisted void, adept at inflicting cruelty and leading people astray, the Cosmic Matriarch immediately sensed that something was wrong.

But she remained silent and quietly tightened her grip on the two unique talismans in her hand.

Minutes later, a battered and bruised Valkyrie, her eyes severed, stumbled in, propping herself up with her dulled doomsday sword, and cried out in a pitiful voice:

Kil'jaeden is back!

"what?"

The other three matriarchs were startled. They all looked at the unfortunate fellow, and Nora, the most hot-tempered matriarch, questioned him:

"Tell me clearly, what's going on?"

"Kil'jaeden and his army swept through the front hall of the Burning Throne. The abyssal creature Argonar was the first to submit, followed by the doom lords. Lord Sargeras's scorched hound lords, who were kept at the Burning Throne, still listened to its whistle."

Those terrifying monsters are rampaging, and any great demon that disobeys Kil'jaeden will be devoured alive by those beasts!

The Valkyrie screamed in agony:

"The Conquerors have reorganized the outskirts of the Burning Throne. They've sent messengers demanding our immediate return, or they'll wipe out our faction! They also said..." "What else did they say?"

Nora rushed forward and grabbed the arms of the Doomsday Valkyrie, anxiously scolding her:
"Useless! Can't you even speak properly anymore?"

"It said."

The doomsday Valkyrie, her eyes glazed over, looked up at Nora and said:

"The eredar undead have begun their siege. If the demons cannot unite under their command, what awaits us is the most brutal massacre in history. How we slaughtered the eredar more than 20,000 years ago, they will now repay us tenfold!"
Kil'jaeden, no
The conquerors warn you: Do not open that damned door of escape!

Return to base immediately!

This is your only chance to survive today.

It sent a messenger.”

"puff"

The blunted Doomsday Blade pierced through the alluring, voluptuous body of the Witch of Destruction, and the Valkyrie seemed to finally come to her senses amidst Nora's wide-eyed rebuke.

She muttered to herself:

"Hmm, so I am the messenger."

"boom"

Uncontrolled fel energy exploded like a bomb within the Valkyrie's body, the terrifying aftershocks dragging Nora, whom she had slaughtered, into it.

Amidst the agonizing screams of the Flame Mistress, the other elder witches of destruction all took a step back.

Wow, this style of taking advantage and leaving nothing behind is really like the familiar tactics of the conquerors.

Perhaps the disappointment from the Dark Titans affected the other high demons, causing them to selectively ignore the fact that Kil'jaeden's ability to hold the throne of the high demon lord for over 20,000 years was not solely due to Sargeras's favor.

But it's too late to say that now.

At this point, it's absolutely impossible to get the demon sisters to relinquish their military power.

They were all intelligent demons, and they knew very well that even if they managed to turn the tide under the command of the Conqueror today, once the situation stabilized, Kil'jaeden's "hand of reckoning" would first fall on them, the "rebellion leaders."

Ah, now the only option is to fight to the bitter end.

Anyway, at worst, they can just go back to the Twisting Nether and line up to be resurrected. Which great demon present hasn't had that kind of strange experience?

"The dimensional gate has opened!"

Amid Nora's screams, Hasabelle's hoarse shouts followed. Holding the Twisted Nether Portal Scepter, she took a few steps back, staring blankly at the dimensional portal she had personally opened, leading to the depths of the Twisted Nether.

The radiance of fel energy surrounded the rift, making it look like a giant magic mirror enveloped in emerald fire.

The Mother of Night and the Mother of Shadows were already impatient. They stepped forward, pushed Hasabelle aside, and rushed in almost without hesitation, not caring where the other side led or what lay beyond.

In their view, whatever the other side is, it's much better than this "Eridan Hell".

The demon sisters, who were loyal to the two mistresses, followed their "cunning and powerful" leaders and rushed in, like a collective "dive" or a flock of sheep led by the alpha sheep rushing into a seemingly respectable sheepfold.

However, the Mother of the Universe, Suraya, did not move.

Not only did she not move, but she also waved her hand, ordering her female demons to stay put. After coldly watching the fools beside her jump in without even making a ripple, the Mother of the Universe finally spoke and asked:
Where did you open the dimensional gate?

Faced with her questioning, Ms. Hasabelle, who had collapsed to the ground, sobbed.

She was so frightened she cried.
She said in a hoarse voice:

"The safest place is a planet at the heart of the demonic territory in the Twisting Nether, which is also my home planet. Tens of millions of my brethren live there, ruled by the most powerful demon queen, who is also my grandmother."

"so what?"

The Primordial Mother of the Universe sensed a profound unease. She looked at the dimensional gate, which was still expanding and seemed excessively quiet, and cried out:
"What's there now?!"

"Gone."

Hasabelle seemed to have all her strength drained away; she trembled as if in the dead of winter, hugging herself tightly, and huddled there, whispering:
"Everything is gone—my grandmother, my kingdom, my home planet. Nothing is left there, only..."

"what!"

A piercing scream rang out at that moment, like a classic transition in a horror movie, startling even the Queen Mother of the Universe.

As she and the other female demons looked up in alarm, Osara, the Mother of Night, who had just rushed into the Twisting Nether thinking she could escape, screamed and rushed back.

She was left with only two of her six hands, and her left leg had been bitten off by some kind of "beast".

Half of her body was covered in corrosive venom, and bizarre "facehuggers" swarmed onto her alluring yet wicked face, their tails piercing deep into her throat and trembling incessantly.

"what!"

Osara struggled frantically, pulling the damned worm off his face and throwing it away. He then vomited repeatedly on the ground, trying to expel the worm eggs from his body.

She looked up at the Cosmic Mother who had already drawn her weapon, and pitifully stretched out her hand, begging for help.

she says:

"The swarm... the swarm has taken over there! An entire sector is teeming with them! Those stupid demons tricked us! They didn't defeat the swarm at all! Those monsters are still rampaging through the Twisting Nether! We've been fooled."
This is a trap, and we all have to…

"die!"

Amidst that deep roar, the terrifying figure finally burst forth from the dimensional gate.

It was an "Odachi" whose lower body resembled a tarantula, with six terrifying hunting spider legs and three scorpion tails, while its upper body maintained the form of an insectoid being.

It swung its terrifying arms and swung its battle-axe-shaped blade in a wide arc, cleaving the Dark Mother, who was raising her hand for help, in two upon landing.

Amidst her screams, the larvae that had been feeding on her flesh and blood flapped their tender wings and took flight, swarming around like horseflies, terrifying the female demons.

Elder Odachi nodded in satisfaction after completing the hunt.

It raised the helmet covered with the skull of a great demon, glanced contemptuously at the Mother of the Universe, and then turned to look at the entrance to this area.

There, Kil'jaeden the Conqueror, wielding two demonic blades, strode forward, his footprints stained with sticky demonic blood.

Under the desperate gaze of the Cosmic Mother, the ferocious Aldaki elder not only refrained from attacking, but also "elegantly" waved to Kil'jaeden, saying:

"Thank you for your valuable intelligence about the Demon Planet, Conqueror. We have found one of the most fertile worlds because of it. Ha! If you end up with nowhere else to go, the Toranar Swarm welcomes your prodigal son's return!"

"It was just mutual exploitation; there's no question of gratitude."

The conqueror didn't even glance at the female demons kneeling before it, begging for its allegiance. It said:
"Do me a favor, clear this place out. I need to use it as my command post. Before you leave, remember to wipe up the blood on the ground."

Kil'jaeden waved his hand with a look of disgust and said:
"This traitor's blood looks rather disgusting."

(End of this chapter)