Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 820, Section 33: When the Starry Sea Replaces Silence with a Roar, Even the Invincible God Will Fall from His Altar - Bonus Chapter [45]

(Bonus chapter for changes in word count [4/5])
The sword of "annihilation" sculpted from the rage that General Sa had accumulated while traveling through the starry sea had already been unleashed.

To be precise, it was because of Diakum and Lord Argus's proactive interception that Sargeras's destructive momentum did not reach its peak. Meanwhile, the cunning Watcher, wearing invisible glass armor specially prepared for this battle, managed to withstand Sargeras's fatal blow.

Sargeras felt that Diakum had also retaliated.

After all, during their first confrontation, the Vigilant's sword strike was powerful and scorching, leaving a Dawn Sword Scar on his heart that has yet to heal.

That is a power that transcends time.

Even after Sargeras took his arcane powers, he was still unable to restore them by reversing time.

This is enough to prove that Diakum has gone further on the path of the Holy Light. He is very close to the position of the Dark Titan in fel energy. It's just that the Holy Light is not good at destruction, which means that Diakum's power is not as exaggerated as Sargeras'.

However, the power of the Holy Light was willing to serve him, and this gentle power was willing to follow him in challenging the strongest beings in the starry sea.

It's hard to imagine how Diakum managed to sustain this "Heavenly Reckoning" to the point where even a mere swing of his sword puts pressure on Sargeras during this "Phase Two Battle."

But he wasn't lying; this was the final strike.

Even though the alternation of light and shadow brought immortality, Sargeras's slash, imbued with an aura of slaughter, still weakened Diakum's power to the point that he could "die upon being touched" by Him.

The worst-case scenario that the Vigilant had imagined during the previous battles has arrived.

He remains immortal, but after being slaughtered, suppressed, and having most of his power sealed, the only outcome this immortality of light and shadow can bring is to experience the tragedy of being "sliced ​​alive" under Sargeras's sword.

Just as he could use the Dawnblade to weaken the connection between the Dark Titans and the Fel Force, Sargeras would also use this god-like combat technique, and use it even more perfectly than him.

The relentless slaughter had brought him to this precarious state. Now, his connection with the Holy Light and the Void relied entirely on the active assistance of the God Anser and the Will of the Void. Clearly, even the onlookers had realized that this battle might be the only chance for this sea of ​​stars to completely escape the calamity of Sargeras in the distant future.

Those nobles and powerful holders were clearly unwilling to give up this opportunity, so they participated and placed their bets.

The radiance of the Pantheon tore through the dimensions of the starry sea, and amidst Aggramar's roar, the arcane force, concentrated at a single point, erupted and transformed into a meteor of the Destroyer, crashing down upon Sargeras.

This was an attack that could not be dodged or blocked, so Sargeras simply ignored it and chose to swing his Starbreaker Blade at Diakum.

This sword strike completely severed his last connection with the Holy Light and the Void, utterly knocking him from his divine throne and reducing him to the role of a weak mortal.

The numerous annihilation sword marks on his body originated from the profound mysteries of the Fel Force. As long as the Dark Titan exists, this inexplicable and malevolent weakening will continue to take effect. This is the "fall of a god," shattering his divinity and turning him from a brilliant star into a withered tree.

He will complete this decree of destruction for him, giving him an end that is heavier than death and more bitter than despair!

Diakum will retain his immortal life, but he will forever lose the right to gaze at the heavens.

More importantly, considering the close connection between Diakum and the Force of Light, the nascent Force of Light will be severely damaged at the moment the Lord of Dawn falls, and the glorious High Heaven will no longer be able to maintain itself. The so-called path of light will be completely extinguished, and the predicament of Argus and even the demons' defeat in the entire star sea will be resolved.

Clearly, in the eyes of the Dark Titan, all the problems He now faces stem from this steadfast and radiant soul before Him.

Just get rid of him!

This would allow the stalled expedition to get back on track. Without Diakum's protection, the remaining guys simply wouldn't be enough to get them away from Azeroth.

Even at the moment Diakum's divinity is extinguished, the Burning Crusade will end with Sargeras utterly killing the Supreme Star-Soul with a single blow from Shattered Star.

Yes.

As long as the sword strikes in the right direction.

Sargeras's murderous intent was so terrifying that even before his sword arrived, its brutal power of slaughter roared before the eyes of the vigilant, creating all sorts of catastrophic illusions.

In those countless illusions, like reflections in a shattered mirror, Diakum suffers countless torments, but ultimately falls into the same single ending of endless despair.

He will be trapped on the earth in a frail state, witnessing the pale time that has lost its meaning proceed to the moment of annihilation. He can even see Sargeras being burned to ashes by the uncontrolled primordial fire amidst the burning fel energy, a scene that foreshadows the end of fel energy's complete victory.

This seems like a prophecy, a malicious twist of fate.

However, Diakum dismissed this idea.

fate?

From the moment he opened his eyes in the world of Argus more than 20,000 years ago, beating up fate had become a daily and delightful indulgence in his life.

He was never afraid of it.

I never would have, I don't now, and I never will!
Therefore, under the influence and suppression of those ominous illusions, Diakum swung the glass sword in his hand from bottom to top.

The moment the blade slid, the purification and impact from the fully stacked "Heavenly Reckoning" caused all the calamity illusions to vanish in that instant. Amidst their unwilling roars, this sword strike, though delayed, struck first, colliding with Grubbir the Darkboiler, whom Sargeras had slain.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

The observer could clearly see the entire process of the glass sword shattering, the broken blades flickering like dim starlight yet resolutely fulfilling their final duty.

The moment it was shattered, it turned into flying stars and smashed into Sargeras's burning body. But faced with the morality of the "Sword of Dawn" that the glass sword now carried, Sargeras's sword, Goreber, also let out its first mournful cry since the start of the war.

This sword.
It was already broken to begin with.

Aggramar's Tayshark is only the latter half of the blade, while Sargeras' Gribber is a Blade of Destruction reforged from the former half of the blade.

Only when the two broken blades are combined will they transform into Sargeras's former sword, "Gorsalak".

Since anything reforged will inevitably have cracks, the constantly shattering glass sword is cutting upwards along the cracks in the blade. The two weapons, each bearing the burning sense of righteousness of its wielder, are making a final stand in a self-destructive manner.

Time seemed to have truly stopped flowing.

In the clash of the divine swords, Diakum saw the light reflected in Sargeras's remaining right eye—the impact bestowed upon him when the Dawn Sword was finally unsheathed.

Sargeras forged his destructive power with the morality of the destruction of all things, while the Lord of Dawn used another power to shape his final blow.

He used the angels flying through different worlds as his eyes to gaze upon the shared desires of the star-sea inhabitants in this era. He saw the ruins of the star rivers destroyed by the burning expeditions, and even in those desolate wastelands burned to white, new life was still struggling to survive.

He saw the People of Light, ready for battle, sacrificing precious time with family and friends, honing their skills day after day, all so that they could have a little more strength to protect their faith and loved ones when demons invaded.

He heard the voices of those weary warriors. They didn't particularly love war, but faced with ruthless and brutal invaders, war was the only way to protect everything behind them. But demons are not to be reasoned with; they cannot understand the meaning of such protection.

He heard many weary and worried mothers around the world say that their greatest blessing for their children was that they would not be harmed by evil spirits and that they could live a healthy and peaceful life until they died.

In this universe ravaged by the burning expedition for over 20,000 years, hope, dreams, and the future have long become luxuries.

Even with the Holy Light Legion's relentless battles across the starry sea, they were unable to help or save every civilization and world they encountered. Often, faced with an entire world ravaged by demons beyond eradication, these steadfast warriors could only cry out in despair for the Light Burial from the starry sea!
This universe has never lacked disasters since its birth, but of all the known disasters, this burning expedition, which is still ongoing, is definitely the longest-lasting, most destructive, and most terrifyingly far-reaching calamity.

Argus was the starting point of the expedition, and Azeroth was the end point, but it was not just these two worlds that suffered threats and destruction.

So much destruction, so much death, so much tragedy, that tomorrow has become a synonym for unknown danger, rather than a beautiful longing for dawn!
This galaxy is about to lose the courage to walk in the darkness, fearing the destroyer that could burst forth from the distorted void at any moment.

That is a desire.

Countless people are hoping that the evil demons will miraculously disappear one morning, just as they never did. Peace has been dead for over 20,000 years, so long that no one can describe what a world without war would be like.

Diakum responded to these desires.

He gathered those desires and forged them into the blade, sought courage and honed it into the edge, layering every calamity into every necessary reckoning, and finally bestowed upon it the title of "Dawn".

This sword strike was swung for only one purpose.

He must wrest back the dawn of hope that had been taken from this galaxy from the hands of the evil god of destruction who had single-handedly instigated the Burning Crusade!
He wanted the next sunrise to be a time when soldiers could lay down their weapons, parents could embrace their children, the ravaged world could breathe, and life could enjoy the freedom of peace.

He didn't expect any of this to sway Sargeras.

If the Dark Titans could still be moved, the tragedy of the Battle of Nalan would never have happened.

He would not weakly kneel and beg for the Dark Titan to return and twist the void to bind all demons; he swung this sword only to defeat the God of Destruction!
Perhaps Sargeras will still yearn to shape something with destruction in the future, but this sword will tell Him that when He once leads the demons out of the Twisting Nether again, the judgment of dawn will descend from the heavens.

If war lasts forever, so will peace; if destruction lasts forever, so will hope.

On the very opposite side of this destruction, a solid wall has been erected; before this blade of shattered stars, the divine sword of dawn has been drawn.

"Crush it!"

Countless voices echoed across the starry sky at this moment, and the desires of billions converged into a roar that shook the galaxy.

Diakum mobilized his inner power one last time, transforming it into endless radiance that was applied to the blade of Ymirworth Cosmic Blade, as the Vigilant used his last strength to push the blade forward.

Under Sargeras's wide-eyed gaze, the invincible Grubber was cleaved inch by inch, even as the glass sword shattered. But when the Vigilant finally delivered the final blow, the Starbreaker Blade was also split in two.

The deep, shattering thud and the mournful cry of the divine sword signified that Sargeras was unable to deliver his final blow.

At the moment when both swords shattered, Sargeras, unarmed, swung his claws at the weakened Lord of Dawn before him, while Diakum grabbed Ashbringer from his waist with his left hand, and with his right hand, a black hole in the void exploded, and Twilight's Hammer roared down.

He didn't have the power to pull off a cool kill.

But amidst the dazzling interplay of light and shadow, Diakum raised the two Blades of the Way with his classic Destroyer Swordsmanship and then launched a fierce attack.

The Lightbreaker struck Sargeras's Claw of Destruction squarely, while the Twilight Hammer roared as it slammed into Sargeras's forehead. Before the two could finish their final blow, the final attack from the Pantheon's radiance completely engulfed Sargeras and the Vigilant.

Diakum felt like he was really going to die at that moment.

When arcane power is transformed into its most lethal form, its inherent properties of "Starry Sky Deconstruction" and "Attribute Conversion" can almost annihilate everything.

This is not simply destruction, but also a chaotic reconstruction; it is a supreme mystery that uses the destruction of a divine body as its primary means of attack.

In his current weakened state, he has no chance of resisting this power.

But just as Diakum was struggling, the warm midday sun quietly appeared, and the unleashing of that supreme power caused Diakum to break free.

The Void Will, with a disgruntled snort, rebuked Diakum for his weakness in failing to deliver a spectacular slaying of the Dark Titan. However, this sharp-tongued but kind-hearted "Void Daddy" still dragged him toward the border of the Arcane Rift.

Just as Diakum was about to lose consciousness, amidst the flashes of arcane light, the Queen's trio also jumped in. Medivh did his best to open a spacetime portal that was constantly being disturbed, and the Twin Walker dragged him and, with the Queen's support, pushed him into the portal that could be annihilated at any moment.

Moments later, the Vigilant appeared miserably at the edge of the starry river, which had been completely torn apart by Aggramar's arcane power.

He didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

With the help of Azshara and the Twin Walker, she could only manage to look up at Sargeras with difficulty. The giant of destruction in the starry sea had been pierced through the body by Aggramar's attack, and the arcane power used for revenge was almost tearing Sargeras apart completely.

The clash between fel energy and arcane magic created a terrifying Force black hole in this galaxy, a conflict solely between arcane and fel energy, where no other Force was allowed to intervene.

Sargeras's life was a microcosm of the interplay and conflict between these two forces of the Force.

Even today, they are still vying for "ownership" of the Dark Titan.

Will He die here?

The dual-realm traveler asked somewhat nervously:

Will He be completely executed?
Having witnessed your terrifying battle with Him, I cannot imagine what would happen if such power could not kill Him, and who in this galaxy could stop Him once He has recovered.

“Sargeras is a star-soul; he is not so easy to kill.”

Azshara said in a hoarse voice:

"But today is enough to deal a fatal blow to Him, so that He will not be able to recover until the end of the universe."

"Not necessarily."

Medivh's severely burned arm trembled as he sighed:
"If Sargeras could make some terrible decision, fel energy is known to be the most generous of all forces."

"You should leave first."

Diakum shook his head and said:

"Help me send Lord Argus back to the planet and notify the Titans to begin the Origin Formatting immediately. I'm afraid Lord Argus won't be able to hold on any longer."

"how about you?"

Azshara asked:
"You're staying here?"

“Well, I have something to say to Sargeras.”

The vigilant touched his chest, smiled weakly, and said:
"Don't worry, even His strongest sword couldn't kill me. The Dark Titan isn't someone who can't accept defeat. We're destined not to see Him again for a long time. There should always be some sense of ritual in 'saying goodbye'."

Don't worry, we won.

The Burning Crusade is coming to an end. We have opened the door to a new era with our own hands. Rejoice! Enjoy this peace, though its duration is uncertain.

(End of this chapter)