Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 817, Section 30. Diakum: What kind of B-value is this?! - Bonus Chapter [15]

(Bonus chapter for changes in word count [1/5])
Lord Argus had expected that during this "level-clearing trick," Diakum, who always claimed to be easygoing but was actually quite "ceremonial," would exchange a few words with Sargeras before starting the war.

It turns out that the Lord did not know enough about his most outstanding child.

The moment Sargeras appeared, Diakum charged forward with Ashbringer in hand. No, wait!

It's not the Annihilation Messenger!
Argus, who was a step behind in getting started, only realized when he raised his war scythe to unleash the Star Shattering Slash that Diakum was not wielding the Blade of the Path that he usually used.

However, the strange sword was enveloped in the light of dawn, making it look exactly like the Ashbringer.

Sargeras also noticed the problem, but by then the Vigilant had flashed over too fast, and his repeated annihilation strikes could not be used for defense.

Raise your hand, unleash the Star-Shattering Slash!

The crimson cosmic giant and the giant of light, radiant with the light of dawn, used almost identical swordsmanship and, without any defense, slashed each other fiercely.

Sargeras swung his sword with a clear determination to kill, and Diakum had sworn an oath to uphold all the principles he had long upheld: He would never allow the Dark Titan to take even one more step forward.

Before their swords even met, the destructive power of their combined forces had already begun to collide.

This is clearly the ultimate confrontation between the forces of Holy Light and Fel Energy!

The two primal forces were released without reservation by the wielder who had reached the end of his life, causing the entire universe, which was based on the six primal forces system, to resonate with them.

In the heavens above the world of the People of Light, the high-hanging sun began to shimmer.

In the quiet world under the long night sky, day and night alternated in an instant. The holy light that erupted completely interfered with the sun. Originating from Diakum, the symbol of dawn, it allowed at least half of the world in the Milky Way to experience a miraculous dawn at this moment.

As for the Force resonance triggered by Sargeras, it was even more exaggerated.

In any world where fel energy exists, the violent and uncontrollable fel energy force can be felt. As if to confirm Sargeras's determination to kill, the demons in the world of Argus, who had fallen into despair, suddenly erupted at this moment.

That was not an increase in power controlled by them, but rather a roar and call from the path of fel energy.

The demons have lost their minds!

At this moment, only one voice remained in their minds, demanding that they carry out the act of destruction. Driven by their collective madness, the demons rushed out in a chaotic frenzy, their eyes red.

Facing the slashes and slaughter of the undead, they only use the even more brutal "Burning Explosion" to proclaim the truth of destruction to the world.

Even Kil'jaeden.
The Great Demon Lord abruptly rose from his throne, struggling to suppress the rampaging evil energy within him. But all he could see was a sea of ​​blood, and the sounds of destruction echoed in his ears. His heart was filled with the twisted void's thirst for annihilation.

As the Great Demon Lord and a "human vessel" with a subtle connection to Sargeras, Kil'jaeden, panting as he strode out of the palace with his Butcher's Twin Blades, ready to join the battle, vaguely saw the battle taking place in a distant galaxy.

It was only a fleeting moment, but Kil'jaeden clearly saw the Vigilant being repelled, Sargeras raising his sword to parry Argus's Star Scythe, and the scene of blood gushing from his chest like a raging inferno.

That's the blood of the Dark Titan!

Ouch, that amount of bleeding. This is definitely a fatal blow from the Vigilant's sword!

can win!

Can win!!!

Kil'jaeden was overwhelmed with such ecstasy.

What it fears most is that the Lord of Dawn, who has become the symbol of the Eredar civilization, will still be killed by Sargeras with a single sword strike, but now it is fine even if it is badly repelled in the first attack.

Diakum successfully traded one for one, saving himself while ensuring that the undefeated and invincible Destroyer of the Horizontal Galaxy bled.

that's enough.

When even the gods who sit atop the clouds bleed before mortals, their supposed inviolable majesty begins to crumble.

"Can win!"

Kil'jaeden was filled with this thought, which he saw as a symbol of "hope" in this moment, and used it to fight against the increasingly intense call to destruction in his mind.

But this is not enough.

The Conqueror knew very well that as long as Sargeras was not defeated, the interference and call to destruction from the Fel Force would not cease for a moment.

It must find something more powerful than hope to awaken itself, only in this way can it maintain its last shred of dignity in this final "departure moment".

So, what could be more important to Kil'jaeden than hope?
some.

Yes, brother.

Yes, it has brothers.
"Viren!!!"

Kil'jaeden, his tattered crimson wings unfurled and scorching like primordial flames, crashed into the center of the Burning Throne battlefield, roaring as he swung his twin blades in a wide arc, unleashing a deadly storm of blades.

It didn't even need spells anymore; the destructive resonance from the fel energy caused sulfurous fire rain to roar and fall wherever it went.

Every undead slain by the blade will receive a living liquid hellfire directly from the Twisting Nether as a sacrifice of destruction.

Kil'jaeden alone managed to tear open the lines that the undead had pushed back to the edge of the throne.

As it roared, the undead silently parted to make way on the battlefield, and the white-clad Grim Reaper, riding a death steed and wielding a demonic sword, arrived as expected.

Kil'jaeden.

A faint hint of tenderness flickered in the depths of Velen's cold eyes. He then swung his demon sword, directing the undead to advance to either side of the battlefield, while he himself stepped forward alone.

Iredas and Lyran, who were relentlessly pursuing them, wanted to catch up, but at that moment an invisible wind of death rose up, and Sachiel, dressed in red, stood in front of them with a bone staff, making a gesture that said "the living must stop."

On the other side, seeing the white-clad Grim Reaper finally appear, the raging demons roared and rushed forward to fight. But before Velen could even raise his sword, the Butcher's Twin Blades from behind had already cut these presumptuous fools to the ground.

Amidst the destructive flames of the constantly exploding incineration explosions, the conqueror, brimming with destructive power, strode forward.

Even though his mind was filled with evil thoughts of slaughter, Kil'jaeden still wore a smile on his hideous face at this moment—a smile of reunion and farewell.

It will not allow anyone to interfere in this battle.

You can't even get close!

The sudden change in the war above Argus was merely a projection of the Force war in the Star Sea, a scene playing out in many worlds still engaged in demon-slaying wars.

But for the Vigilant and Sargeras, this was merely their first encounter.

Diakum stretched his body, rising from the core of the asteroid he had shattered behind him, nearly crushed by Sargeras's destructive brute force.
Kidding.

The already fully formed Dawn God Body was not that fragile, but there was indeed a "mark" on Dick's chest that almost hurt him.

It's just a scratch.

It was like a "battle scar" adorned with great power, suspended in the air an inch in front of Diakum.

He stroked the battle scars, gaining a clearer understanding of Sargeras's destructive power. When facing the Dark Titan, Diakum, who appeared to be unarmored, had already donned that "glass armor."

This thing, like the "glass sword" in his hand, is a peculiar, intangible object.

Even Sargeras hadn't noticed how "dirty" Dick was until he realized how powerful this thing was. The master craftsman who forged this set of armor and weapons specifically for this battle had said that they could definitely last for at least one more battle.

So far, it seems that the author wasn't exaggerating or boasting. Despite the glass armor making a clear shattering sound, it's still managing to hold on.

"boom"

Dick charged up his energy within the shattered core of the asteroid and launched himself into the galaxy, which was now covered in raging flames, like a meteor. In that instant, the damned character card, which had been "shut down" for a long time, suddenly and strangely regained its functionality.

It's like an old, dilapidated appliance being struck hard by a "kind-hearted" Sargeras, and suddenly it can be used again.

At that moment, the Vigilant, through the data-driven character card, looked at his character card with a "horrifying" feeling, at the health bar on it that had been cut off out of thin air, but was still big enough to circle Azeroth several times over.

The Dark Titan's attacks come with the ultimate skill "annihilation," which forcibly reduces the maximum health by a percentage?
So dirty!

But Sargeras on the other side also had something to say!

At this moment, in the center of His brutal body, from His chest to His heart, there was a wound covered in golden light. Beneath the hideous sword mark, one could even clearly see the beating evil heart of Sa Zong.

It was just a hair's breadth away; Diakum's Holy Light Shattering Star Slash would have pierced the Dark Titan's heart.

Even when He annihilated the Pantheon during the Battle of Nalan, He had never suffered such an injury.

Just like the annihilation inflicted by Gribel, Diakum's "Heavenly Reckoning" is also a state that cannot be forcibly dispelled by fel energy. It's like a talisman implanted into his body, causing a slight delay in his connection with the fel energy.

Is that guy trying to break his symbiosis with fel energy?

He was trying to strip himself of supreme control over the Fel Force.

So vicious!

However, no matter how powerful Dick is, he is only a minor god at this point. He has not yet entered the realm of true gods. The power of the Lord of Dawn alone cannot achieve this. Therefore, the problem lies not only in the sword aura of the "Heavenly Reckoning" superimposed by the Vigilant, but also in the strange god-slaying sword in his hand that was specially forged for this battle.

The entire set of equipment this guy was wearing was specifically made to counter him.

"retreat!"

Clay in the light of dawn, Dick once again charged into the raging inferno, exchanging Argus, who was struggling to hold off Sargeras, for Argus.

In those few short seconds, seven deep, bone-revealing cuts appeared on Argus's perfect celestial body, three of which nearly cleaved him in two, while the Annihilation Scythe in his hand shattered completely after parrying two heavy blows from Gribel.

The utterly disheveled Lord Argus retreated from the battle zone, looking at the broken weapon in his hand, now only resembling a scythe, as he gasped for breath and suppressed the uncontrollable fear rising within him.

Can't beat it!
Sargeras was a monster; even the Lord of the Lords risked their lives to hold him off for less than ten seconds.

While Argus's failure to fully embrace fel energy, preventing the potential of his astral body from being realized, the Lord believed that even if he were to fully convert his potential, Sargeras would not need more than ten minutes to deal with him without Diakum's assistance.

"No wonder the Pantheon is so certain that only the awakening of the Supreme Star Soul can suppress Sargeras' power. Is this guy really a creature that this universe can nurture?"

The lord stroked the wound on his neck that had never healed.

He gripped the broken star scythe tightly in his hand, feeling fear in his heart, but he had already understood the only responsibility he had to shoulder in this battle!

He knew that he had only one mission in coming here.

That is to use this celestial body to block the fatal blow for Diakum when necessary, creating the only chance for his most outstanding child to defeat Sargeras.

This will be His final sacrifice, and He will gladly accept it.

"boom"

The destructive fel energy mixed with the shards of dawn surged towards the shockwaves surrounding the entire galaxy, mercilessly annihilating those weaker celestial bodies. Right at the very center of this destructive battlefield, Diakum had abandoned all defense.

He entrusted everything to the battle-tested glass armor, focusing solely on offense.

Wielding the scorching sunblade in a reckless, all-or-nothing style, he endured Sargeras's relentless, destructive strikes, while also unleashing his own heavenly wrath upon the body of this evil god of the stars.

He unleashed seventeen sword strikes, successfully severing Sargeras' left horn, igniting His lion-mane-like beard, and tearing Sargeras's demonic wings to shreds.

The Dawn Sword marks were scattered all over Sargeras's body, and at one point even suppressed the infamous Dark Titan, forcing Sargeras to retreat more than ten steps in a humiliating manner, and even begin to dodge the increasingly scorching Heavenly reckoning from the Lord of Dawn.

However, this humiliating retreat and evasion were all for the sake of a better attack.

Diakum inflicted the most terrible damage he had ever suffered on himself, but he also unleashed eleven sword strikes, executing them all with perfect combat control, landing them all in the same spot on the Vigilant's shady cosmic armor.

Sargeras never believed that there was anything truly "immortal" in the universe. He decided to prove to the Lord of Dawn through his actions that his zealous morality, which he tried to resist, was just as ridiculous as his invisible armor.

"The armor I forged is not for you to use like this! Sargeras's annihilation attack has already disrupted the internal balance of the cosmic armor. How can you allow all of His attacks to land in the same spot?"

Even if the First Ones personally forged your weapons, they couldn't withstand your reckless actions!

In another instant when blades clashed, a distant reminder from the Lord of War rang in Diakum's ears. The Lord of War, watching the "live broadcast" from the Shadowlands, rebuked Diakum with the fury of a craftsman:
"Retreat! The twelfth sword will surely shatter your armor, but that's not a problem with my skill."

"Noisy!"

The guard shouted a warning and instead of retreating, advanced.

He knew what Sargeras was going to do, but he also knew that if he harbored the weak thought of using divine weapons to bully the Dark Titans, then he would have absolutely no chance of winning today.

"boom"

As the warlord said, Sa's twelfth sword once again struck precisely at the gap in the space armor.

With a crisp, shattering sound like glass breaking, the armor, carrying a strong condemnation of its wicked user, disintegrated in the destructive impact. Gribel, however, continued its relentless advance, slashing along Diakum's Dawn God body until it finally cut into the heart of the Vigilant before withdrawing in satisfaction.

But at the same time, the glass sword in the Vigilant's hand, carrying the wrath of Heaven's reckoning, transformed into a streak of meteor light and pierced Sargeras's fel heart.

"boom"

The blade of this universe was caught by Sa with his left hand. The sharp blade shattered finger bones and caused divine blood to splatter, but it prevented the blade from completely destroying his own body.

He gasped for breath, watching Diakum vanish before him.

He knew that he had knocked the troublesome Vigilant into "Phase Two," and this fatal blow restored Sark's confidence. As it turned out, without the help of the cosmic armor, Diakum's current life form was still unable to withstand his fatal blow.

can win!

He thought so.

But the next second, a blazing arc of light burst forth before his eyes.

The Ashbringer, finally unsheathed, flashed downwards from Sargeras' left eye with a ferocious, heavenly rage, and that last arc of light vanished.

As the light and shadow shifted, Diakum held a shattered piece of glass sword in his left hand and Ashbringer in his right.

He looked at Sargeras, whose hideous face now bore another golden sword mark, completely blinding his left eye. But that was all; in the first stage, even with all his might, he had only managed to reduce Sargeras to near-death.

As Sargeras entered his second phase, he also entered an even more dangerous one; a wounded Lord of Destruction is always more dangerous.

"What kind of absurd numerical monster are you?"

The vigilant brandished his twin blades and sighed:

"But considering you're my boss, this level of difficulty is reasonable. Sigh, 'no damage taken' is just a fantasy. It's time for a 'life-or-death battle' next."

(End of this chapter)