Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 821, Section 34. It is said that for every patient sent to the Chief Creator, Meditock receives a generous reward!

(Bonus chapter for changes in word count [5/5])
Lord Argus was eventually found at the edge of this starfield, on a planet ravaged beyond recognition by the tides of the Force. His broken body lay there like a pile of discarded, abandoned boulders.

His perfect celestial body was utterly shattered, and even his immortal cosmic soul suffered severe damage.

However, because at the last moment, the meddlesome Lady Elune cast a sufficiently powerful Moonbeam, Argus, who had taken the full annihilation head-on, did not end up on the verge of death.

It must be said that among all the opponents who have fought Sargeras, Argus's "high-level paraplegia" ending is already quite good.

At least some people are still alive.

The Queen's trio quickly used the Chord of All Things in the Firstborn Cipher to barely "glue" the Lord's shattered star body back together, but while Medivh was squeezing out his power to unleash a spacetime spell that reached the world of Argus, the Twin-World Walker found the real "good stuff".

"Come here! Look what I found!"

The ethereal spirit waved its hands excitedly, but when the Queen approached, even the well-informed Queen was startled.

It was a crimson broken blade.

What appeared to be only the blade, now deeply embedded in the celestial body, had lost all its divine power and looked no different from a shattered blade.

If the Firstborn's cipher had not provided a sufficiently keen perception, the dual-world traveler would not have been able to discover it.

"This is...Greber?"

The queen circled the broken blade a few times, reaching out to touch it, but the moment she got close, the sharp edge cut her finger, drawing blood.

Azshara marveled at this, glancing back at the direction of the black hole shaped by arcane and fel energy, and said softly:
"After the Dark Boiler was shattered by the Lord of Dawn, it wasn't retrieved. I don't quite understand what Sargeras was thinking, but we must bring it back."

I heard that the cunning dragon in Blackhorn has seized Tayshark from Aggramar and had the lovely little star send it back to the Star Soul Temple. Now we will take Gribel back to Mother World.

According to my conversation with the Titan Soul, it is said that when these two broken blades are wielded by a noble soul of sufficient steadfastness, they will be reforged into the legendary 'Gorsalak'.

That was the sword Sargeras used before his fall from grace.

He relied on it to pacify the entire starry sea, bringing a prosperous era to the Pantheon. But when Sargeras chose to embrace the corruption of fel energy, the Primordial Blade, already imbued with spirituality, chose to sever itself rather than assist the Dark Titan in unleashing destruction.

It truly is a legendary blade from the Star Sea.

I believe that only the Queen, the World Mother, is qualified to wield this power once more within this sea of ​​stars!

"So, you can't either?"

The Twin Realms Traveler joked:

"This is the first time I've ever seen the supreme queen so humble."

"Of course I can't."

Azshara, however, was quite unfazed by this, waving her hand and saying:

“My heart is filled with too many selfish desires. How can I be recognized by an artifact like Gaosalak, which was born during the Great Order of Light and Darkness? Besides, this is a true warrior’s blade. Your queen is a noble spellcaster. Remonia is more suitable for me.”

"Yes, yes, the female lead and I are the perfect fighting partners!"

The praised magic sword circled the queen a few times with delight, then stared at Goreber, who was being unearthed by the dual-world traveler, with a hint of malice.

But the Dark Titan's sword was too lazy to say anything more to this "youngster" who wasn't quite right in the head.

It seems to have fallen into a deep sleep, no longer serving another master. It is unknown whether this Blade of Destruction will utter any valuable words when it is delivered to Azeroth, who is beginning to consciously gather various usable items for its awakening future, to meet its ancient brother, Tayshark.

But thinking about it carefully, seeing the awakened Supreme Star Soul wielding the reforged High Salak walking through the galaxy in the distant future is truly a thrilling sight.

“Diacom.”

As the paralyzed Lord Argus was lifted by the Queen's trio using energy and sent into the portal opened by Medivh, He weakly asked:

"My child, is he alright?"

“He won, the Dark Titan lost, and Diakum said he would say his final farewell to Sargeras there.”

Azshara explained:

“You know, he’s a very ritualistic person.”

"That's good."

Argus laughed, but after a few laughs he began to cough painfully.

He sighed and said:

"I haven't let my children down at all. Send me back. It's time for me to embark on my own cycle of reincarnation."

"I suggest you hold on a little longer, at least until the next dawn."

Medivh said softly:

"Wouldn't it be a great pity if you couldn't say goodbye to your most outstanding child before leaving?"

"Moreover, the wisp of fel energy you snatched back from the Dark Titan during your duel with Sargeras cannot accompany you into your own cycle of reincarnation, can it?"

The Twin Realms Traveler shook his head and said:

"Before you leave, you must properly entrust this dangerous power to a trustworthy felwalker."

"That's true."

Argus inquired:

"The three of you seem reliable, so do you have anyone you'd recommend?"

"Have!"

The Queen touched the corner of her eye and said softly:

"There was a guy who once had the same eye color as me, a guy who faced Sargeras but did not choose to submit, a guy who hunted demons for ten thousand years in the chaotic era of the Star Sea, and he is now on the battlefield of Argus."

To be honest, besides him, I can't think of any other mortal who would dare to accept this destined-to-be-cruel power.

You should rest first.

Once we arrive, I will send someone to bring him to you.

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The black hole formed by the clash between fel energy and arcane magic wouldn't dissipate anytime soon. Diakum felt that this thing would most likely become a "landmark" in this unfortunate star system for the next few thousand years.

Just like when Aggramar unleashed that final, devastating arcane strike, the immense arcane force tore through space, creating a phase collapse.

Diakum stood in this sea of ​​stars, and when he looked up, he could see that terrifying crack.

It's like a strange and mysterious "eye" opening in the Milky Way. It's a crack formed after the spatial structure of the universe was completely destroyed. No one knows what's on the other side of the crack, and no one is willing to jump in and explore.

At the very least, Diakum would never do that.

The indescribable arcane ripples have already been activated within the rift, and until the cosmic structure of this galaxy is completely repaired, this "Eye of Chaos" will remain the most dangerous celestial body in the physical universe.

It's far more dangerous than a black hole that only knows how to "eat, eat, eat." Who knows if this thing might give birth to a strange being like Dimensius?

After all, Dimensius was initially just a slightly stronger Voidwalker, and the Arcane Realm also contains strange things like Arcane Elements, so this possibility theoretically exists.

Diakum could feel his suppressed and sealed power recovering. The sword marks that exterminated his aura were not fading away so easily, but they were losing their effect. This was enough to prove that Sargeras's defeat was not a pathetic illusion he had before being killed by the Dark Titan.

Sargeras really lost.

Moreover, He fell into a situation where He could not control His power, which directly led to Diakum constantly breaking through the suppression of the Annihilation Sword Mark under the blessing of the Dawn.

The Vigilant did not hesitate until he recovered enough to travel to the disaster zone.

He entered Voidform, transforming into the Devourer of All Realms, raising the Dark Heart as a shield, and ventured into the black hole before him, a confluence of arcane and fel energy. Moments later, a disheveled Diakum emerged from it, dragging a colossal, lifeless creature out of the hole, much like a frozen corpse pulled from a snow-covered mountain.

He dragged the creature until they were no longer affected by the Force black hole before stopping, dropping the broken leg he was holding, and glancing back at Sargeras. The Dark Titan was indeed tough.

His divine body was shattered beyond recognition, even more so than a crumpled instant noodle, yet he still maintained a weak state of consciousness. This meant that he felt all the pain inflicted upon him by the black hole formed when the two forces clashed.

Sargeras still bore the scars left by the Twilight's Hammer on his head, and his face bore the battle marks left by Ashbringer.

These two Blades of the Path have improved; they can now be used on General Sa!

When you sit at the same table with other divine weapons, you'll have to brag about it for tens of thousands of years.

Moreover, even if the other divine weapons are impatient, they still have to listen attentively.

After all, at least within this universe, there is no glorious achievement more valuable than this one.

Don't look at me like that.

Diakum sighed and said:
"I'm not trying to save you, but to completely destroy your body and send you to a place where you belong as a wandering ghost. If you can return from there on your own, perhaps you can regain your former power, or even reach a higher level."

You know, your failure wasn't because you weren't strong enough, but because we exploited your only weakness.

Sargeras lay there without speaking, merely glancing indifferently at the distant Force black hole.

Diakum wasn't in a hurry. He plopped down beside them and summoned the light of dawn to continue cleaning up the remaining traces of the annihilating sword marks, until at some point, the Dark Titan said in a hoarse voice:
"Well done. If you had accomplished this feat alone, it would have earned you all my respect. Unfortunately, you couldn't have done it alone."

"I admit, I would need to train for at least several thousand more years before I could face you alone without being defeated."

The vigilant said:

"You're the one who told me to find all the help I could to face you. I know it was the right advice. Matters concerning the future of the world can't be decided by my own whims. When it comes to the well-being of all, it's not a bad thing to sacrifice personal honor for a moment."

Most importantly, because you are so highly valuable, even winning a group fight would be enough to make it a legend that will be remembered for generations.

But I'm still very curious.
You knew that venturing into the realm of fel energy while retaining your Titan body was a huge risk, so why didn't you discard it over the years?

With the fel energy you wield, you can create a fel body that is truly suited to you.

That is the vessel that the Lord of Destruction should have. Even though the fel energy tried its best to modify your Titan body, it still could not erase the arcane imprint hidden within. You embraced the fel energy but did not fully embrace it.

So much so that everything you do is like a brilliant example of arcane 'borrowing a chicken to lay an egg,' using the destruction of fel energy to create the galaxy of order that arcane magic craves.

But is this really the case?
I'm curious, would someone like you willingly become a pawn of the Force?

"That's not the case; there aren't that many conspiracy theories."

Sargeras denied it in an incredibly calm tone:

"It's hard for me to explain to you, perhaps because I haven't figured it out myself. You're right, I have a weakness that anyone with eyes can see, like an unstable metronome, wavering between order and destruction."

Despite having already embraced the power of destruction, they still want to use this power, which only creates disasters, to pave the way to order.

Perhaps this is the only true despair I have ever witnessed.
Destruction is a means of granting final dignity to the desperate; it is not evil.

"But in your eyes, no matter how well destruction is interpreted, it can't compare to the beauty of order. I can only say that you Titans live too twisted a life."

The vigilant sighed:

"You are like this, Aggramar is like this, and Ionar is like this."

I was not involved in their trial of Amansur, but I suspect the same is true for him.

You always think that the birth of order requires sacrifice, but you never think that order is not something that can be bestowed by gods. It is just a seed that needs to be maintained by everyone. It is precisely because it will blossom and bear fruit with the participation and care of everyone that it is so precious.

You were born as gods, yet you cannot comprehend the laws governing the workings of this galaxy. You are preoccupied with doing everything yourself, without considering the involvement of others.

Unfortunately, you lack the ability to smooth things over with your own hands, and so disaster struck.

Fine, you have your own principles.

All I can say won't make you turn back from your misguided path. You don't need to turn back, and you don't want to. I just want to tell you...
You are about to be sealed away, Sargeras.

That will be a long period of confinement.

Diakum reached out and placed his hand on the Dark Titan's shattered shoulder.

As the midday sun intensifies, the shattered star begins to melt rapidly, while the eclipse lurks nearby, poised to act as the final destroyer, permanently engulfing Sargeras's broken form and preventing it from ever finding its vessel again.

"Your immortal soul will be sent by me to a place where you can be 'healed,' where a distinguished physician is already waiting."

Dick said:
"When you get there, remember to give my regards to the Chief Creator. He will completely strip you of the influence of arcane magic, allowing you to truly embrace the destruction of fel energy and become the kind of 'Lord of Destruction' that the demons need."

They need you, Sargeras.

The demons will face the most terrifying extinction in the Twisting Nether.

If you do not reveal yourself, they will be uprooted by the other Forces, and the entire Twisting Nether will be completely torn apart.

But that's not what I want.

What I need is a balance of the Force. The complete collapse of fel energy would trigger even worse shocks to the Force system.

So, you're going to be put in solitary confinement.

Once you fully embrace fel energy, you will no longer be able to leave the Twisting Nether. But I think if your morality remains intact, you can still accomplish whatever you want even while in the Twisting Nether.

When the army of destruction once again appears in the sea of ​​matter, those in the light will once again take up arms.

"That's just wishful thinking!"

Amidst the scorching heat of the melting star, Sargeras sneered:
"The Force will never be balanced as you wish. The desire to devour others and win the conflict is the instinct of every Force. It's a high table with six chairs, but in the end, only one person can win all."

You are fighting against the inevitable end of this universe, an end far more devastating than the destruction of everything.

"I don't care."

The vigilant smiled and said in a relaxed tone:

"I have already defeated you. If there is anyone in this starry sea who is blind enough to try to jump out and stir up trouble and disrupt the balance, then I will not hesitate to show him or her the power of the Dawn Divine Sword again."

Do not worry.

They may indeed want to dominate the galaxy.

But believe me, when they actually took that step... no, they dared not!

"But even for you, it can't last forever."

“I don’t need eternity, Your Excellency. I only need to hold on until the ‘Seventh One’ awakens. Only she is the arbiter and judge of this galaxy.”

As for me...
"I am merely a passing warrior of light; the future of this galaxy ultimately rests in your own hands."

Ps:

This concludes the extra chapter update. The twenty chapters with word count changes have also been settled. The remaining five chapters are for the brothers who have been consistently correcting my mistakes. Considering the number of my incurable typos, these five extra chapters are absolutely necessary and worthwhile.

However, since I currently have no more drafts on hand, I will not be adding the final five bonus chapters on the 21st. I will add them as I see fit over the next few days.

In addition, since it's not the end of the month yet and I want to claim my full attendance bonus for this month, the "afterword" and "extra chapters" may be released one or two chapters a day after the main text ends.

It will most likely be one chapter per day.

I'm trying to get through this until the end of the month so I can maintain perfect attendance and earn a little extra "compensation." I hope everyone will understand.

Of course, it's worth emphasizing here that, like all previous books, the epilogue is a short story about the "Shadow Brotherhood" and some subtle hints about the next book. If you're not interested in this, not subscribing won't affect your reading experience of the main text. The epilogue, on the other hand, summarizes some side stories that weren't described in the main text, such as the whereabouts of Nathrezim and the War of the Three Hammers of the Dwarves.

These side stories would have seriously slowed down the pace if they were included in the main storyline of the final volume, so they were placed in the side stories.

(End of this chapter)