Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 809, Section 22: Argus vs. Argus – Only by Destroying the Past Can the Future Be Reshaped

When Velen's undead army finally scaled the walls of Antorus, the Burning Throne, in a relentless assault, the demon army that Kil'jaeden desired was finally assembled.

At its command, the most ferocious, hardened, and elite demons scattered throughout the land of Argus have now been summoned to the Burning Throne and, under the Conqueror's orders, have rearmed this holy site of fel energy.

The ruthless bastards have finally regained command.

They returned to the fighting style that the Burning Legion had been most accustomed to for the past 20,000 years. With the Conqueror personally in command, when the Vengeful Undead surged onto the city walls, the White Death God Velen and his undead didn't seem to feel anything. However, the other supporters who were cooperating with the undead's charge immediately sensed the "familiar feeling."

came back!
They're all back!

Fearless rank-and-file demons, cunning and elusive mid-level commanders, commanding and inspiring high morale from their posts, and spellcaster demons who provide brutal firepower support at the right moment.

The familiar feeling of the Burning Crusade is back.

Every time I experience this sluggish, quagmire-like feeling, it means a brutal and insane demonic war is about to begin, and today is clearly no exception.

The Conquerors gathered all the professional thugs they could find here, clearly intending to use the Vengeful Necromancers to help the Eredar and the Cosmic Stars deliver a final blow to the already declining Fel Force in their "last dance" before going to hell, thus serving as their "resignation letter" to the Fel Force and their "job application" to the Death Force.

Clearly, both the Fel Force and the Death Force are very satisfied with the current situation.

The former is delighted by the impending cataclysmic destruction, while the latter rejoices at the prospect of capturing a soul that could restore the Shadowlands to their former glory.

A miraculous, almost impossible "win-win" situation was achieved just like that.

The problem is, if fel energy and death do indeed win, then who bears the cost?

The answer seems clear, yet it also seems not so clear.

At this moment, in the central location between the Burning Throne and the Temple of the Cosmic Flame, Kil'jaeden sat on his former monarch's throne, eyes closed in meditation. He would not be stepping onto the battlefield again at this time.

It had done everything it was supposed to do, and now it just had to wait for its brother to deliver the promised, beautiful death into its hands.

"Conqueror, many of your Man'ari lords have vanished without a trace."

A demon lord stepped forward to "speak out," even though the situation was urgent, the inherent evil of demons still made her want to see a small chaos that she herself would create.

She whispered:

"They went to recruit soldiers on your orders, but escaped in the chaos. This behavior clearly needs to be severely punished."

Let them be.

Kil'jaeden ignored him, leaning back on his throne with his eyes closed, and waved his hand, saying:

"Don't go around telling me these silly things. If they can actually slip away before the end of Argus, I'll praise them for doing a good job. Ha, fools are not worth paying attention to. They simply cannot understand that their only way out is my fate."

That's it.

That's it, you!

Go to the front lines and do what you're supposed to do. Don't bother me here.

The Conqueror's cold voice made the Destroyer Lord shudder. With the frustration of her failed little scheme, the Destroyer witch lord left Kil'jaeden's temple and was about to head to her assigned position when she suddenly heard a terrifying explosion.

She looked up, her face paling, only to see the fallen titan Khaz'goroth being brutally slammed down by Argus's shield.

The battle between the two lesser giants completely destroyed the palace inside the Burning Throne, much like a poor city in a tokusatsu drama collapsing in pieces during a fight between the Sawman and the tragic little monster.

This isn't necessarily a bad thing. After all, while the collapse of the buildings prevented the demons from passing through in time, it also hindered the advance of the mad vengeful undead, giving the demon positions that Kil'jaeden had placed in various locations more time to readjust.

This also buys the intelligent demon some time to "write his will".

However, the group of demons is indeed quite peculiar.

When faced with a desperate situation, most demons will choose to fight to the death, but there are also some strange ones who choose to confront the "classic tactics" of those who once stood guard.

The witch lord witnessed the two imp elders grabbing each other's weapons and frantically stabbing each other with bizarre smiles.

They are committing suicide.

This is to prevent the soul from being unable to return to the Twisted Void for resurrection due to various interferences.

Honestly, even the passing witch lord was somewhat tempted by this bizarre "war avoidance technique."

But it's just a fleeting feeling.

The little devils are the lowest level of demons. Even if the elder little devil dies, they won't lose much power. They only have so much to begin with, and those who have nothing to lose have nothing to lose.

However, if a great demon like her were to commit suicide and return to the Twisting Nether in such a foolish way, then after her resurrection, she would be condemned by the destructive will of the Twisting Nether, which would definitely cause her strength to plummet, and she might even fall out of the ranks of great demon lords.

The Twisting Void doesn't care whether you live or die.

The will to destroy only cares whether your death is "spectacular" enough and "destructive" enough!
In any case, "life" is a consumable in this world. All ambitious and aspiring demons must make good use of every life they have in order to exchange for something of value for themselves and the fel faction.

The more you exchange in a single death, the happier the evil energy becomes, and when it is happy, it will bestow upon you visible blessings.

The rules of the Twisting Nether have always been simple and brutal; after all, with the minds of demons, you can't expect them to understand anything more sophisticated.

Just do it!

"What a disgrace! How could we demons have such shameful bastards like you? You should know your shame when you get back to the Twisting Nether!"

The Witch Lord of Destruction cursed fiercely.

She gave a very disdainful look, then quickly left to avoid being caught in the crossfire of Khaz'goroth and Argus's battle.

However, on her way back to her position, she inadvertently saw that the magical floating island had been hit by the fel cannon, and part of it was peeling off and falling. Among the falling parts, there were several clear figures dancing and waving as they plummeted toward the ground of the Burning Throne, which was right near her position.

That must be a mage from Azeroth, right?

The Witch Lord of Destruction's eyes lit up, and a brilliant idea suddenly came to her quick wit.

A moment later, the unfortunate Dalaran spellcaster Wilfred Fizzban was limping and trying to find his companions when suddenly a great demon lord appeared before the gnome warlock, nearly scaring Wilfred out of his wits.

To make matters worse, the gnome warlock's soulstone had already been used up in the previous fall to his death.

He had no other way to protect his soul. If he died here, his soul would have to endure a one-way trip to the Shadowlands, and he would go from a renowned warlock to a "renowned lich" in the death faction.
Well, thinking about it that way, it doesn't seem so scary.

After all, the Death faction has been recruiting across the Starsea recently; the Maldraxxus Ritual Court's "recruitment flyers" have even been sent to Dalaran.

The list of benefits listed there even tempted Wilfred Fitzbang, who had encountered a "bottleneck" in his warlock path.

Most importantly, he was a warrior representing Azeroth on a campaign against the demons, so he had to keep his spirits up and not lose face!

So, the dwarf warlock, who had just been resurrected with the Soul Stone and whose legs were still trembling, tried his best to suppress his urge to urinate, raised his broken wand, and took out his magic sign to prepare to summon a demon and fight the great demon in front of him!

But the next second, before Wilfred could utter a harsh word, he was swatted away by the Witch Lord of Destruction's claw. His short body tumbled through the air a dozen times before landing. When he looked up, he saw the ferocious great demon holding its own magic seal and skillfully using summoning spells to summon Wilfred's demonic servants.

Before the foolish demon guard could even roar, he was brutally destroyed by the great demon's claws.

Not only were they killed, but their demon souls were even extracted. This scene caused Wilfred to cover his eyes in despair; however, the next second…
"Make a contract with me!"

The female demon handed the empty magic seal to the dwarf warlock, whose face was filled with despair. A very serious expression appeared on her alluring face as she said to the dwarf warlock:

"I will not resist, and I will use my spiritual power to assist you in completing the contract, ensuring that you smoothly form a contract with a demigod demon lord. With my help, your path as a warlock will be smooth sailing."

Of course, the price is that in front of outsiders, I will call you master, but in private, you will have to be my slave.

This is not a slave contract, remember that, this is a master-servant contract.

"what?"

The dwarf sorcerer was dumbfounded.

With his face bruised and swollen, he couldn't understand the thought process of the great demon in front of him, but a spellcaster who could become a warlock and even reach the level of a warlock master naturally had his own set of logic.

He blinked and quickly understood what the great demon wanted to do.

"Hahaha."

Wilfred, his nose still bleeding, jumped up, his face covered in dust, hands on his hips, and shouted in a shrill voice:
"Master-servant contract? Dream on! I'm not the one who needs saving right now. Even if I die, I can still go to Maldraxxus and become a lich. What about you? The moment you made this decision to 'live a life of ignominy,' the punishment of the will to destroy you had already begun."

I'm a warlock!
Don't try to fool me. You know what you'll encounter if you go back to the Twisted Nether. The demons' so-called immortality can no longer protect you. You can only hide in the shadow of order.

Therefore, at the very least, it has to be an equal contract, Great Demon. Neither of us should be trying to cheat the other. I don't want to die, and you need a 'soul backup,' so let's support each other and get what we need?

"Humph."

The Witch Lord of Destruction curled her lip.

She told herself that this was her choice to sacrifice herself for the great cause of fel magic, infiltrate the Order's camp to gather intelligence, and then readily completed an equal pact with the dwarf warlock.

In this way, after she dies today on this damned Argus Doomsday, if her soul encounters misfortune upon returning to the Twisting Nether, Wilfred can summon her to the material world to heal, even in a weakened state, which would be far better than remaining in the Twisting Nether, which has already changed.

If she were a fanatical demon who embraced destruction and war, she would never do this.

Unfortunately, the wisdom that a demon shouldn't possess "cursed" her.

It wasn't easy for her to climb to the position of High Demon Lord, and she didn't want to lose everything overnight. Since the Burning Legion, this "damaged ship," was about to sink, she shouldn't blame the rats on board for going their separate ways.

Hmm, self-identifying himself as a "rat" in the Twisted Void, it seems this great demon really knows his place.

However, these "demon escape tips" obviously had no effect on the great power struggle taking place in the Burning Throne at this moment. Velen's undead had already broken through the city walls with the support of heavy firepower and the resurrection of the undead. The Eredar wraiths, who longed for revenge and rest, were surging across the entire front line like a flood.

In the realm beyond mortals, Lord Argus had already defeated Khaz'goroth. Without even pausing to execute the Star Forger who still retained a sliver of consciousness, He strode deeper into the Burning Throne, carrying His Thunderblade and Shield.

Behind Lord Argus, the dwarves and their holy allies were dealing with the fallen fallen Titan.

The saviors, wielding the Heart of Azeroth, invoked the power of Mother World to temporarily elevate themselves to a higher form, shattering Khaz'goroth's corrupted body and re-releasing His Titan soul.

He and Amansur have not been completely corrupted. Although they are trapped by the oppression and drive of evil energy, they can still retain their last bit of clarity.

Especially when Blackhorn appeared wielding the Hammer of Khaz'goros, the Star Forger, who was in a terrible state after being frantically attacked by the Saviors, actually regained his senses for a moment. In that instant of clarity, He, who was wielding the Fire of the Forging World, took the initiative to meet the attack with his chest. Without making any defense, He was struck squarely in the chest by Blackhorn's hammer.

The impact of the terrifying mountain power caused Khaz'goroth's corrupted body to crack like glass struck by a heavy blow.

However, the control of fel energy captured him again in the next moment, and terrifying cosmic flames engulfed and burned Blackhorn, almost burning him to death in the sky.

The weakened Black Dragon lay dormant on the chaotic battlefield, watching several powerful demons rush towards him menacingly. In his heart, the Black Dragon cried out, "My life is over."

With today's intensity, it's normal for one or two lesser gods to die!

What's more, he's a demigod who has been reduced to a "super soldier" in the conflict of the Forces?
However, just as Blackhorn was preparing to fight to the death, a group of people he had never expected suddenly appeared beside him in a flash of arcane light.

The one-armed Odin roared and swung his lightning halberd forward, blocking the great demons. Thorim and Hodir also stepped forward to fight. Raiden and Freya landed beside Blackhorn. The guardian of life healed Blackhorn, while Raiden bent down and reached out his hand to him.

"Borrow that holy hammer!"

Leiden said loudly:
“We have been ordered to welcome Lord Kaz'goros back to the Pantheon. I need to use this holy hammer to try to peel away His soul. He is the forger! A broken body can be reshaped in the blink of an eye for Him, if He so desires.”

"Give."

Blackhorn tossed the Holy Hammer to Ra-den, watching as the Stormkeeper rode the lightning into the sky, hurtling towards the World Forger amidst Mimiron's screams as he launched a barrage of chaotic engineering rockets at the battlefield.

Catching his breath, the black dragon looked at Ms. Freya, who had treated him, and asked:

"Is the installation of the Unified Field of Everything complete?"

“All the other components are complete, only the Origin Engine remains, but that thing must be installed near the Heart of the World. Before Lord Argus purifies the Annihilators, the Origin Engine cannot be installed properly.”

Freya sighed and said:

"But Lord Argus's war belongs to Him alone, and we cannot and should not intervene. Now we can only pray that He is strong enough and will not be defeated by the Destroyer."

Otherwise, once the Annihilator retrieves all the Star Soul fragments, a Fel God of the same rank as Sargeras will instantly tear the world apart and be born.

"No! The Vigilant will not allow such a thing to happen."

Blackhorn struggled to his feet and tried to flap his wings, but in that instant, he belatedly asked:
"You just said you were welcoming Khaz'goroth back to the Pantheon, but Aman'thul was also released. What about Him? Don't you plan to keep the Allfather?"

"Shhh."

Freya raised her finger and said to Blackhorn with a stern face:
"This is not a dangerous secret that someone of your level should be prying into. If you still have the strength, lead the dragons who have come to help to clear the way for the orcish army. They are going to conquer Aggramar, which is also where the Titan souls must return to the Pantheon."

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"boom"

Argus finally stood on his own “birthplace”.

This is the heart of Argus, not in the true core of a star, but in a place where reality and illusion intertwine.

This clearly doesn't align with space science and physics, but dude, we've already witnessed the Titans' battle, so let's not bring up physics here.

Physics is long dead in the Azeroth universe.

As Argus, wielding his lightning blade and shield, approached the crimson orb of light formed from the mingled fel energy and the power of creation, a pair of savage eyes quietly lit up at that moment.

"Give back my fragments of consciousness, my ownership of this world, my promises to the children, and 'me'!"

Lord Argus roared, but the Destroyer, who was more powerful, fiercer, and more ruthless than Him, remained silent. He simply rose slowly from the crimson magma and casually grabbed a star-sea war scythe that shone with red light into his palm.

"I will protect your escape route."

The voice of the vigilant rang in the ears of the Lord of Argus, and as golden light bloomed behind him, he said:
"Go forth, crush the humiliating past, and reclaim the right to exist and the future."

(End of this chapter)