Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 819, Section 32: The Heart of Ashes Needs No Explanation; The Path of Destruction, Why Turn Back? - Bonus Chapter [35]

(Bonus chapter for changes in word count [3/5])
"We must speed up! Speed ​​up our journey to that battlefield where the fighting is taking place."

In the Pantheon, Aggramar, leaning against the throne of the Guardians, suddenly rubbed his temples and said something.

This caused the other Titan Souls to look at Him in surprise. Azshara, who was about to complete the energy conversion correction in this area, also opened her eyes, causing the pulsating Firstborn Cipher sequences floating beside her to slow down slightly.

Have you noticed something?

Medivh blinked and said:

"But the intensity of the conflict between the Holy Light and the Fel has not changed significantly, especially after the Void Reflection of the Sea of ​​No Light was also deployed to the battlefield. We have reason to believe that Saint Diakum has not yet fallen into a predicament of imminent defeat."

"It's not holy light or fel energy, it's arcane magic!"

Agramah said:
"Sargeras's arcane authority has been activated! Just now, I sensed a change in that power of conquest."

"Um?!"

The other Titans' expressions changed slightly, and they immediately focused their minds on the arcane network to investigate.

It is normal that Aggramar could sense this change while they could not, because Aggramar and Sargeras were both warriors of the Pantheon era, specializing in combat, and Aggramar had always considered himself Sargeras's lieutenant and apprentice.

The two had a very close personal relationship, and in the eyes of the other Titans, they were like true brothers in arms, with no secrets between them.

Aggramar was very familiar with Sargeras's power characteristics, so his statement meant that he had confirmed his guess.

Norgannon quickly caught the subtle vibration that Aggramar had pointed out.

Platinum Titan suddenly stood up and said loudly:

“Sargeras has mobilized His former power, which means that He has confirmed that He cannot defeat the resilient Vigilant by relying on the destruction of fel energy.”

This use of power was done by Sargeras in a way that shook the very foundations of his divinity. Even He could not sustain this for long in the conflict between fel energy and arcane magic, which meant that He would inevitably choose to end the conflict quickly.

The sentinels are at risk of perishing! We must set off immediately!

"But the energy conversion correction of the Pantheon is not yet complete."

Gogones shouted:
"Even if we go there now, we cannot concentrate the arcane force into one point to create a devastating blow. We have all seen Sargeras's posture in the Battle of Nalan; the scattered power cannot defeat Him."

Moreover, He has temporarily regained His power in arcane arts!
If the energy level is not high enough, the resulting damage may be too great to reverse the course of the battle.

This is indeed a problem.

But before anyone else could offer a solution, the weakened Aggramar rose from his throne. He walked unsteadily to Azshara, staring at the Arcane Queen who was still adjusting her energy conversion patterns, and asked:

"With the current level of correction, is it possible to temporarily transfer the gathered arcane energy to an individual through a 'blessing' process, allowing that individual to concentrate and release sufficient power?"

"can!"

Azshara gave a clear answer, but then she bluntly stated:

"Unless you still possess your own Titan body, this blessing will cause irreversible damage to your cosmic soul. Even a Titan cannot withstand the temporary convergence of the Force on its own."

If you could do that, Aman'Thul wouldn't have needed to establish the Pantheon to separately wield arcane powers.

"It's good that you can do it."

Aggramar seemed not to have heard the latter part of Azshara's warning; He turned to the others and said:
"We will set off now. You should immediately begin to summon the convergence of arcane energy. I will wield this fleeting arcane destruction. There is no need to compete with me for this opportunity. The combined combat experience of everyone present is less than mine. You are not confident that you can strike Sargeras with a single blow."

But I can!

I am familiar with all of His fighting styles.

The guardian paused, then emphasized:
“Even in his fel form, I am far more familiar with the techniques he is good at than you are.”

"but"

"No buts!"

Eonar was interrupted by Aggramar's wave as he began to speak. The guardian turned to look at the starry reflection behind him, which was stained with gold, green, and purple light. He had clearly made up his mind.

He sighed and said:

"This is my last battle as a member of the Pantheon. After today, we will say goodbye, my brothers and sisters."

This somewhat cold answer silenced the others, but the Twin-World Walker keenly discerned the hidden message in Aggramar's words. At that moment, leaning on its Star Staff, it boldly inquired:
"So, you didn't just sense Sargeras's power shift through subtle vibrations of arcane authority? You also sensed fel energy? You intend to bid farewell to arcane with this glorious finale, and then embrace fel energy?"

This question made Aggramar glance at the Twinworld Walker with surprise, feeling astonished by the keen insight of this soul who walked the path of the void.

But since the other party has already said so much, Aggramar has no need to hide anything.

He nodded and said:

"I not only sensed Sargeras using arcane power to temporarily strengthen himself, allowing His destructive power to break through the limits of fel energy, but I also sensed the splitting of the fel energy force."

just now.

When Sargeras used powers other than fel energy, the fel energy he controlled underwent an irreversible split, and those split destructive powers did indeed call to me.

I will answer this call and ensure that Sargeras cannot return to the state where he once wielded a single Force.

I.
I will become 'Avenger Aggramar'.

After this victory that was in the name of righteousness, I will continue to settle my personal scores with Sargeras in the Twisting Nether.

But that was later.

If Sargeras cannot be completely defeated here, he will eventually reclaim the power that the Fel Force has split off from.

This is our only chance. Diakum and Argus have secured this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for us, and to let it slip through our fingers would be more than just irresponsible.

"Then go!"

Norgannon withdrew his hand, which he had intended to use to dissuade him, and sat back on his throne, using his own will to direct the buildings of the Pantheon toward the material galaxy where Diakum and Sargeras were fighting.

In the eyes of these outrageous Titans, "space" is just a piece of paper that can be folded at will; whenever they want to go somewhere, space will automatically begin to fold.

Therefore, the process of "rushing to" was faster than imagined, and the other Titan Souls also quickly completed the mobilization of their respective Force powers. They sat on their thrones, gathering arcane torrents symbolizing different concepts into one place, like different beams of light converging at the same point.

The Queen's trio used the Chord of All Things to manipulate this destructive energy, guiding it and ultimately ensuring its complete placement within the Titan Soul of Aggramar.

The Guardian's weakness was replenished in a short time, and its aura continued to rise. Along with this exponential increase came the "annihilation" of its cosmic soul. Cracks scattered like star rings, which were quickly shattered and transformed back into starlight.

Thus, a "meteor shower" fell in a distant cosmic region.

That is where Agramah was born.

He roared, venting the ever-increasing pressure on his body, and clenched his fists like a warrior, causing a battle sword, Tayshark, entirely sculpted from starlight, to appear before him.

The mobilization and concentration of Force power will further weaken the already weakened Titan Souls, leaving them with only one chance to attack.

But He believed He could strike Sargeras.

Just like in the Battle of Nalan, if the Dark Titan had given himself a chance to draw his sword, he would have been confident that he could have stopped the Lord of Fel, or at least given his brothers and sisters a chance to escape.

But the cruelest thing about the past is that it is unchangeable.

Therefore, Aggramar decided to use the sword he had failed to draw tens of thousands of years ago as a response to all his past shame and incompetence.

He will surely strike Sargeras!

This marks the beginning of the ruthless showdown between "Avenger Aggramar" and his former brother.

Right there in the distorted void!

Right there in that once imprisoned him and led him into the darkest, most desperate, and depraved kingdom of destruction.

Having learned much from the dogmas of evil, it was time to present it all as a true "test" to that former "strict mentor." He endured the infusion and erosion of that power, using pain as the whetstone to hone his blade, constantly focusing his attention and energy.

Until Norgannon finally arrives at that chaotic galaxy, and when the radiance of the Pantheon tears at the boundaries of the material world and opens a window for attack, His blade will be drawn.

but.
"Continue to enhance energy aggregation!"

Azshara's voice rang out behind Aggramar, and as the Queen placed her hand on the Guardian's astral body, a portion of the pain was immediately transferred to the bearer.

Azshara's voice immediately became hoarse as she said:
"This isn't enough to express my 'response' to Sargeras. I'm a petty, wicked woman, so keep pushing! Until I can't take it anymore."

"please continue!"

The voice of the Astral Mage rang out from the other side.

Medivh said briefly:
“I also have a ‘personal grudge’ with Sargeras. For the sake of my father who died tragically, if this is the appetizer for revenge, then I am already hungry and waiting to taste it.”

Another share of pain and pressure has been shared.

Then came the third voice.

"Well, strictly speaking, I don't have any personal grudges with Sargeras."

The Twin Realms Traveler sighed and said:

"But I don't want to be excluded from this decent 'small group,' so let's continue! I'll do my part, even if it's just to increase the destructive power of this stellar-shattering attack by one percent."

So, Sargeras, please witness this exhilarating combination attack from my companions and me!

Agramah did not answer.

He silently filled the energy level cap that the three contributors had been striving to raise for themselves in an instant, and then, amidst the mournful roar of the starry river, He finished.
Swing your sword!

cut!
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"puff"

Argus's shattered star body transformed into a horrific mass of flying debris.

When Sargeras activated the "backup hidden energy," Argus, who had mustered all his courage to come to this battlefield, despairingly discovered that his "functionality" here was really reduced to nothing more than being a "punching bag."

Sargeras in his normal "single-engine" state could easily defeat Him, but now, in this "desperate mode, dual-engine, overclocked form," even a casual swing of his sword can cause the so-called "perfect star body" to let out a mournful cry of unbearable strain.

Even with most of His energy tied up by Diakum, the occasional sword strike from His battle instincts was enough to make Argus feel the weight of death, and made the Lord realize, after being repelled once again, that he really was a "weak and playful" guy.

So, my previous invitation to Diakum to join me in stopping Sargeras was just a result of the fel energy bewitching and inciting my mind, wasn't it?

but.
Come all come!

Moreover, Argus, as a prospective member of the Dark Pantheon personally trained by Sargeras, could also clearly perceive the "fel energy split" that Aggramar could sense.

Sargeras used a technique similar to the "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique" to break through the already exaggerated limit of destructive power, and indeed pushed the Vigilant to the brink of despair.

But this comes at a price!
Every minute they linger here, Sargeras loses more of his destructive power.

Didn't you see Diakum get killed nine times in one minute by the super-powered Sargeras in various ways, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered?

This is no longer just a simple matter of "winning or losing"!
Thinking of this, Argus dragged his shattered star body to his feet once more, braving the space and phases that had been completely shattered by Sargeras, like running through a river full of sharp blades, like a tenacious reef, rushing towards the dark Titan that was frantically hacking and slashing, using extreme destructive power to forcefully suppress the intertwining of the blazing sun and the eclipse.

At this moment, He truly embodied the meaning of "one sword breaks all laws".

That was truly "unstoppable".

"Stop just charging in! Are you planning to hide your spell list away and let it breed? Take it out and use it!"

Even Ashbringer, held in Argusti's hands, couldn't stand it any longer, and the Holy Blade roared:
"The 'End of All Things' that Sargeras just used is a profound technique of fel energy, and you can use it in your current body too. That technique can be used for strong control and sealing, use it on Him now! I'm using my Holy Light Blade against your fel energy, not to watch you get knocked down again and again!"

Restrain Him!

Argus gritted his teeth.

As Sargeras once again shattered the phase, slashing the star-shattering Goreber towards the Vigilant who had just been reborn from the transformation of light and shadow, the Lord summoned and unleashed the fel power within his star body, mimicking Sargeras's execution strike as he soared into the air.

He tore through space and appeared before Diakum, converging crimson fel spikes in the burst of fel power. As Sargeras' blade fell, it sealed Diakum's limbs and body, and Ashbringer in his hand shone brightly.

Although, as it complained about.

It sounds absurd that Argus was wielding a blade of holy light as he looked at another fel lord, but fortunately, Argus's move was indeed imposing.

The destructive nature of fel energy exploded and enveloped Sargeras, forcing him into a one-for-one exchange with Argus. Without hesitation, Grubel slashed at Argus the instant he lost his target.

You will die!

This was the only thought in the Lord of Argus's mind, but the fear quickly dissipated.

He felt relieved.

Taking this blow to buy Diakum time—isn't that exactly why I came here?
If this is also a path of destruction, then I, as the "thing to be destroyed," have clearly reached my end.

So, Ashbringer rose up, enduring Sa's devastating Star Shattering Slash, and unleashed the "End of All Things" strike.

Two forces, both belonging to the Fel energy, clashed fiercely. This "civil war," in which they dared to confront the Lord of Fel, caused the Fel energy force to split at an alarming rate.

Although the blockade lasted for less than a second, Argus was sent flying with his body shattered and his soul wounded, with only the dim light of the cold moon and the surging power of creation enveloping his nearly completely broken body.

Ashbringer, like a shooting star, slid into the storm of destruction, only to be summoned back to Diakum's belt a second later.

When Sassa stepped forward again with his sword drawn, he still had to reach out and pull out the fragment of the crimson star scythe that was stuck in the side of his neck and throw it away. Then he stared in surprise at the watcher in front of him, whose swordsmanship at this moment carried an extremely heavy pressure.

"Is this the sword you prepared for me?"

An incredible light appeared in His eyes, and He said:
"So, the first strike you unleash in battle is not..."

"That was not it. That was merely a burst of dawn under extreme conditions. This sword strike is the true Dawn Divine Sword, fully imbued with 'Heavenly Reckoning.' I apologize, sir, but as you continue to kill me, I am also using you as a whetstone for this sword."

Covered in wounds, Diakum glanced sadly at his health bar, which had been forcibly reduced to about the same length as a legendary garrison commander's.

He was truly out of ammunition and supplies.

But at this moment, it was like witnessing the approaching dawn after the darkness, raising one's head over Sargeras's invincible body to look at the radiance reflected on the starry sky behind.

他 说:

"My reinforcements have arrived. This will be the final blow you bring as the night draws to a close."

"Sargeras!!!"

The familiar roar made the Dark Titan raise an eyebrow, as the attack, imbued with the power of arcane authority, erupted as the radiance of "Enemy Breaker."

Before His eyes, Diakum had completed all preparations for the final strike.

Behind Him, the radiance of the Pantheon, amplified by the roar of Avenger Aggramar, surged forth as an extreme arcane destructive force. The Dark Titan didn't even glance at the radiance tearing through the stars behind Him before dragging Goreber toward the Vigilant before him.

He will bleed, He will be seriously injured, He may even fail.

But none of this is a reason to stop.

He doesn't care whether the "new era" these guys are loudly proclaiming will come or not.

He didn't care what kind of era it was; he only knew that he had to uphold his own righteousness.

Long ago, when He faced that weak star soul, corrupted by the void, desperately pleading with Him for liberation, when He unleashed that sword strike, He could no longer turn back.

But why look back?
The radiant and resolute soul before me firmly believes that he can find his future in the light, just as I, who could not see the way forward in the light of the past, decided to forge a path of ashes in the darkness of destruction.

Since we each have our own moral principles, there's no need to look back!
So-called failure is just another kind of scenery along the way.

(End of this chapter)