Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 824, Section 37: The Reunion

The moment the Unified Field of All Things was fully activated, the Origin Engine, placed in the heart of the world, began to unleash a powerful force of creation. After being adjusted by the Titan Device, this azure energy was endowed with the characteristic of "decomposing all things," and it surged like a mighty river along the pipes connecting various parts of the planet.

Those main channels will send the power of creation to different terminals of the unified field of all things, and use those nodes to carry out a diffuse decomposition and envelopment.

However, there are also small passages along the main pipeline for dispersing along the way, in order to raise the concentration of the power of creation to the standard threshold in the shortest possible time.

The formatting of the planet will not officially begin until the entire planet is covered by primordial energy.

The process of decomposing everything will be completed in a short time. At that time, all matter existing on the surface and inside of Argus will be decomposed into the most basic material particles, and the energy that exists, regardless of which primal force it is derived from, will be forcibly transformed into the ancient and pure primordial elemental power.

Once the last piece of matter that should not have been left for the new era is decomposed, the second stage of stellar formatting, namely "reshaping," will begin.

During this stage, the Unified Field of All Things will adjust the shaping form of the primordial energy through various pre-set world modules. Just like the information the Titans previously responded to, creation is a "technical task".

At least in this universe, shaping a celestial body is not as simple as finding an old man with a white beard to carve a planet out of a chisel.

The Titans, aided by the truth of arcane power, materialized this process through various modules and protocols.

Although they have done many abstract things, in the realm of "creation," you can always trust the power of the Pantheon. In other words, when these Titans came together, they had already formed the most outstanding "civil engineering team" in the universe.

If they had continued to cultivate this field diligently, the entire universe would probably be under the rule of "order" by now.

Unfortunately, instead of focusing on building and constructing, a group of naturally gifted civil and wooden saints decided to do something outrageous, planning to reorganize the entire order of the star sea, and then they were struck by the iron fist of evil energy.

This fully proves a truth: one should never venture into unfamiliar territory, otherwise it will lead to a series of disasters.

"So beautiful!"

Beside the navigation station of the Exodar, in that lookout tower, Irelia was clutching a device used for observing the ground.

She admired the surging of the power of creation and clearly saw the magnificent blue energy bursting forth in beautiful "vortices" and "ripples" in several directions, including Krokun, Macare, Antorus, and the Eredas Sea.

Those large ripples spread out in rings on the surface of the star, and when they intertwined, they transformed into the most perfect "interference rings," which for a moment obscured the tragic and desolate state of Argus, which was ravaged by fel energy to the point of being unbearable to look at, as if wrapping this world suffering in the most perfect veil.

Subsequently, amidst Irelia's exclamation, more "small ripples" began to emerge across the surface of the world.

Like a silent ballad, the pulsating waves of primordial energy resembled dancing musical notes, converging into a silent yet awe-inspiring chorus as they spread and merged.

Irelia was completely captivated.

The scene before her eyes seemed to possess some kind of "magic," completely captivating the little hoof.

She didn't really grasp any "truths" from the process; as everyone knows, her brain wasn't suited for this.

But Irene constantly sensed the "prosperity" contained in the scene before her. It was as if she saw a world, scarred and old, rising again at this moment, forgetting all the suffering of the past with smiles, and running towards a bright future with cheers praising miracles.

This illusory yet real scene brought tears to Irene's eyes.

When she turned around, forcing back tears, she saw Archbishop Nelly beside her, clutching a handkerchief and weeping uncontrollably. The other ancient Eredar people, who were usually serious or full of bitterness and hatred, were the same.

They acted as if they were finally relieved to have fulfilled the most important mission and vow of their lives. Many knelt there, praying and crying, but it was not sadness.

It is by no means sadness.

Tears of joy can only be shared with those around you to express this overwhelming emotion.

"Why are you crying? This is a great thing."

Irelia muttered something under her breath, then was slapped on the head by Archbishop Nellie, who was already not very bright. The archbishop put his arm around her shoulder and sobbed, saying:
“You cannot understand, child, you cannot understand the impact and comfort on our hearts when that heavy vow to the world was fulfilled, you cannot understand what it means for us to witness our ravaged homeland return to prosperity.”

No need to worry, no need to overthink, just share this joy with us.

“Archbishop Nelly’s tears are a symbol of happiness.”

Although Archbishop Isana was also in tears, she still managed to explain in a hoarse voice:

"It's all because she and Saint Diakum had an agreement: only after fulfilling their vows to the world, only after each had completed their duties and missions towards their fellow human beings, would they share their future lives with each other. These two are the kind of people who 'put the public interest before their personal life,' and today's events mean..."
oops! "

Before Isana, who was acting as the "interpretive NPC," could finish speaking, she was struck squarely on the forehead by the Moonlit War God's sharp hand chop. Neli showed no mercy this time, and she truly cried.

"This is your punishment for choosing to blaspheme the gods as a Holy Light Walker!"

Nelly said with a straight face:

“How can a mortal have the honor of becoming the bride of a god? My life was dedicated to my people until I was pardoned by death, when I was able to dedicate myself completely to my Diakum.”

"Ugh, you ancient Eredar people talk about love like it's a sacrifice!"

Ms. Vera, who was passing by, couldn't help but make a sharp comment, completely ignoring the fact that she was also a member of the "Ancient Eredar" group.

"Nellie, Isana, come to the meeting!"

Vera called out:

"Don't bring anyone else. There's something important that I need to tell you before the reshaping of Argus is complete. Yrel, never mind. You come too. As the future High Priest of the Draenei clan, you must also understand the significance of this matter."

Little Hoof didn't want to leave; she really wanted to have a good debate with Ms. Vera about what that sighed "never mind" meant.
Goodness, not a single swear word, but the insults are really dirty!
Moreover, she hadn't even finished witnessing the magnificent world being reshaped before her eyes. Irelia was certain that she would most likely never have the chance to see such a beautiful sight from the sea of ​​stars again in her lifetime.

However, Ms. Verara's serious expression and voice indicated that the news she was about to announce to the clan leaders and archbishops was of great importance. Therefore, she could only hand over the instrument in the observation window to her good sister Samara with regret and sorrow.

He also told her to record the whole process so that she could watch it repeatedly when she was in a bad mood in the future.

She loved this sublime landscape, so full of "new life".

Just as all the archbishops on the Exoda, including Dina Krokun, the "acting Grand Archbishop" of the penitents, were summoned to the conference room, a cheer suddenly erupted from the crowd on the navigation console.

A soldier shouted from there:

"The conqueror will be killed! That great demon will be slain by the prophet! Ah, the sins of twenty thousand years must be fully settled today!"

Many people are cheering for this.

But as Irelia was about to turn around, Vera stopped her, saying:
"There's no need to pay attention to it or witness it. It's just a symbolic process, representing their entry into their next eternal duty. Let's mourn their sacrifice. What we're about to talk about also concerns them."

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"buzz"

Another tragic great demon was "deleted" in the face of the surging waves of the power of creation; it was the inevitable outcome of the great power of celestial formatting falling on the individual level.

It was captured by the surging, dark blue light, and in the process of "melting," it managed to let out a roar that failed to take shape.

It sounded like a rooster with its neck cut off, its feeble croak marking the end of its long life. But the battlefield of the Burning Throne did not cease fighting because of these surging primordial forces.

Those undead, those silent undead, continued to fight with anticipation and longing, opening their arms amidst the surging and capture of the power of creation—a sacrifice made with the utmost dignity.

For them, the best ending is to rise from a humiliating slumber of over 20,000 years, fight against the invaders, and return to their homeland in glory after a fierce and exhilarating confrontation and execution, becoming one with the world they defended.

Because the undead's "death frenzy" was activated, the demons couldn't escape even if they wanted to. Besides, where was there a safe place for them to escape in this rebooted and formatted world?
This is the last moment.

While some demons lost their will to fight in the collapse, many more die-hard thugs unleashed their fury in this reshaped apocalypse, engaging in a final battle with their enemies.

A wild abyss lord rampages across the battlefield, trampling the unyielding dead.

It was eventually restrained by the power of death by several spirit knights, and in the midst of the roaring battle with the endless undead climbing onto its body, it was swept up in the waves of the power of creation. Until the moment it was decomposed and melted, this big-butt demon was emitting satisfied and enthusiastic roars.

More demons chose to face their own destruction in this manner.

They even discarded their weapons, pouncing and using their claws to enjoy the most primal pleasure of fighting and destruction, seeking only to kill as many opponents as possible before being swallowed up.

Such destructive fervor clearly satisfied and pleased the Fel Force, so in those moments when the power of creation surged even more tumultuously, the enhancements that Fel gave to these ultimate demons continued to increase.

This is really tough on Kil'jaeden.

Even if its battle at this moment is just a formality, its performance of persisting in fighting in the apocalypse still earned it the blessing of fel energy once again.

The conqueror did not become weaker because it was on the verge of its final battle; on the contrary, in the lead-up to this final destruction, it became more and more like the tyrannical ruler befitting a great demon.

His Butcher's Twin Blades were severed by Frostmourne, so he used his Enchanted Claws to fight back.

The destructive resonance caused every claw strike from the egg to tear open fel rifts nearby, summoning more raging demons to charge into the battlefield.

Although those confused demons will be captured and decomposed by the Unified Field of All Things the moment they rush in, fel energy doesn't care about that.
Kil'jaeden's final battle posture pleased Him greatly; such a magnificent and highly symbolic destruction was exactly what the fel energy wanted to see and could greatly please Him as a "grand sacrifice."

Perhaps in the eyes of the Fel, Argus's rebirth is predicated on the destruction of the "Old Age," and the lament of an entire galactic era being destroyed is enough to allow the Twisting Nether to gain more feedback from this "ritual."

There's no way around it; all conceptual things work this brutally and irrationally.

"New life" is the opposite of "destruction," but every new life means that the old things will be destroyed. Therefore, evil energy can also get the feedback it needs from each new life process.

From this perspective, while Argus's formatting was a devastating failure for the Fel, resulting in the loss of its main base in the material universe, the destructive implications inherent in the formatting itself were still enough to appease the Fel's will, which was being restrained and besieged by other Forces.

No wonder all the demons have something wrong with their brains.

Given the unique and distorted standard of judgment of fel will, the fact that the demons' minds have not been twisted into a pretzel is enough to demonstrate their unwavering resolve.

But Kil'jaeden and his brothers no longer cared about any of that.

The conquerors and their adversaries no longer listened to the cheers and shouts of the Force; they had nothing left to do with each other.

If this is a ceremony, then it has come to an end.

The howling of Frostmourne, accompanied by Velen's brutal slash, tore apart Kil'jaeden's left arm, while the egg's right claw, enveloped in fel energy, pierced Velen's heart. The engulfing flames then melted the Oathsteel armor and engulfed the white-clad Reaper in flames.

The indifferent dead man waved his sword, the biting wind scattering the flames, and with a thrust that went forward instead of retreating, plunged the demonic sword into his brother's heart once more.

Kil'jaeden was struck as if by lightning.

It roared, raised its head and smashed Velen's head with a ferocious headbutt, knocking the latter's necromancer crown away. Then, it used its remaining claws to grab Velen's shoulder and pull him towards itself, breathing fire to scorch the death god before it. However, the closer Velen got, the more exaggerated the force with which the demonic blade pierced the great demon's heart became.

With the final strike, Frostmourne finally let out a satisfied whimper. The blood-stained, sharp sword, wielding its Soul-Devouring power, pierced to the very end, tearing Kil'jaeden's heart apart completely.

The blessing of fel energy still surged, allowing the Great Demon Lord to continue fighting without that broken heart.

But Kil'jaeden no longer intends to do so.

It knew that its final act was complete, that such a gruesome death was enough to console the cold minds of those demon slayers, for in the last moment they witnessed the conqueror die in the old land, the Burning Crusade was thus declared completely over.

The world oath of the Eredar has now come to a perfect end.

"Heh, heh heh, I also bear that vow on my shoulders."

Kil'jaeden gripped Velen's shoulder with his bloodied right claw, resting his severed head on his brother's shoulder as if taking a break.

It gasped and said:
“I once swore an oath to the Star Soul Lord that I would kill every demon I saw. Just like now, the last demon has died at our hands.”

"You're home."

Viren said in a hoarse voice:
“You don’t have to fight anymore, you can rest now, my tired and poor brother, I’ve come to take you home.”

"I've waited too long, so long that I've almost forgotten who I used to be."

The conqueror's body swayed and fell to the ground.

It should have crashed onto the completely "melted" ground beneath its feet, breaking it down into the foundation of a new era. However, at the moment of its fall, it was embraced by Velen's cold arms, making the Great Demon Lord feel as if he had fallen into the arms of his own brother.

Its face covered in blood, it gazed at the sky being reshaped, and in its final, agonizing breaths, it said:

"But I have fought all the battles I was supposed to fight, and I have walked all the paths I was supposed to walk. I have held fast to the way I was supposed to uphold. I do not expect any glory or praise to last for me. I can finally go home."

With my brother's company and guidance, I will embark on my own destiny.

Can you pray for me?

Vilen.

Just like before, in every troubled night, let me find peace in the sound of scriptures.

"Of course, my brother."

Velen, his body mutilated in the fierce battle, clung tightly to his brother, surrounded by the gentle power of creation, calmly watched by the red-clad Sacher, and called upon by the realm of the dead.

He released the hilt of Frostmourne and reached out to stroke Kil'jaeden's eyes, which had lost their luster.

He spoke softly, just as he had on those nights twenty thousand years ago:
May the Holy Light bless you and me.

"buzz"

Like the last surge of ocean waves.

Enveloped and swallowed by the power of creation, the white-clad Grim Reaper and the Great Demon Lord vanished from the surface shimmering with a deep blue light, like a curtain slowly closing, announcing the eternal end of an era.

(End of this chapter)