Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 826, Section 39: The Lord of Dawn ascends to heaven at dawn, which makes perfect sense!

Astral formatting typically takes about seven days, but because Argus uses the Unified Field of All Things transplanted from Azeroth, its power is exceptionally high. After too much of the power of creation is transformed into aids in reshaping the world, the formatting process is greatly accelerated.

Three hours after the formatting began, the first round of purification of the planet by the power of creation was completed.

Various world-shaping modules are constantly unfolding. Those Eredar who remain in planetary orbits can even witness the creation of undulating mountain ranges and the purification of the filthy Fel Sea into a boundless expanse of water.

Even though the primordial energy surging across the world's surface has dissipated, it is still impossible to land.

Because the primordial elemental storms being created are sweeping across the planet, simulating the primordial environment at the birth of the world, and bursting forth with the first glimmer of life amidst the evolution of wind, fire, water, and soil.

Of course, the situation on Argus is special. Their main civilization is currently "supervising the construction" in orbit around the planet. Therefore, the "life seeding" protocol is not included in the standardized protocol arranged by the Pantheon for the unified field of all things.

If you format someone's homeland, it might result in the creation of a new race.
That means not only will all the Eredar have to collectively Spartacus, but Diakum will probably have to jump down from the highest heavens with Ashbringer to give them a thorough dressing down.

Three days is neither a long nor a short time.

Despite calls from clan leaders and archbishops for weary warriors to return to Azeroth and Draenor to rest, promising to bring them back in three days, most of the ancient Eredar chose to remain.

Just kidding, people have been waiting for this day for over 20,000 years, they really don't care about waiting three more days.

Moreover, "ancient beings" like Grand Consul Hatton would pilot shuttles close to the planet's orbit, recording the entire process of the surface reshaping above Krokun. He and his son Jaid would hold onto old maps of Krokun, comparing the terrain almost inch by inch.

The appearance of each familiar landmark would elicit cheers from the Grand Consul of Hatton.

Especially on the second night, when the lush green grasslands of Krokuen appeared before him, the old man, who was sentimental due to his age, shed tears once again.

He truly longed for such a scene in every single dream.

So much so that when the memory of Krokun reappeared, the first thought that popped into the Grand Consul's mind was not to go there and experience the wind of yesteryear, but to slap himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

Fortunately, Jaid stopped him.

Otherwise, Hatton would lose all face.

After Velen passed away, unsurprisingly, old Hatton became the "Governor of Argus" recognized by all the Starsea Clan.

This is a very special position.

It is not permanent, but merely a series of powers to be exercised and distributed during the return of the tribe to their homeland.

According to the consensus reached by the Starsea Clan leaders, fifty years after the Eredar return home, the position of planetary governor will be abolished, and the ruling council system of the Second Co-governance period will be reinstated.

These fifty years were also the time the Eredar spent searching for the three Pillars of Creation, as well as for the clans in the Star Sea who had "betrayed" their oath to the world and chosen to live a life of ignominy, and for the recovery of all the "Tears of Argus" that had been lost.

According to their plan, the day when the first Grand Council of this "Third Star Sea Co-governance" era is elected will also be the day when the Eredar civilization embarks on its journey anew.

The Lord of Dawn spoke the truth, saying that the Eredar would regain immortality after undergoing a trial of unity, though everyone was prepared that the trial would last at least 100,000 years.

This means that it would take ten generations for the Eredar to regain immortality.

Only those immortal beings who can live for ten thousand years have the confidence to accept such a trial.

However, the Twin Archbishops and Nelly had already made contingency plans in private. They pessimistically believed that not all Starsea clans could survive this 100,000-year trial of civilization, and that some Eredar people would inevitably choose to find other ways to regain immortality during this process.

When death becomes incredibly real, the allure of immortality becomes indescribable.

Within the six paths of the Force system, there are methods to achieve immortality. Even simply being forged in holy light can break through the lifespan limit of ten thousand years.

This was enough to allow the Eredar civilization to embark on a "blooming" expansion across all possible paths of the Force system in the time to come.

This isn't a bad thing.

It is very likely that this is the kind of development that those nobles sitting high above the clouds would like to see.

Sigh, these old guys who have already ascended to godhood have really gone to great lengths for the long-term prosperity of the Eredar civilization.

On the night of the second day, all the starships changed formation again. They were ordered to move away from the planet's orbit and, at dawn, use a large-scale teleportation to send the Eredar back to their home planet.

The nascent world is still quite fragile; the gravitational reaction triggered by the landing of large starships may affect the tidal environment of the world, which is not yet resilient enough.

No one objected to this decision.

This rebuilt homeland before them is the "treasure" of all members of the Restoration Army; anyone who dares to destroy it is going against the entire Eredar civilization.

They are waiting.

Even without any organization, as night fell and dawn approached, many Eredar people still voluntarily went to the bridge or navigation station. Led by the bishops, they conducted a massive group prayer, and their voices praising the Holy Light and their homeland could be clearly heard on the platform in the High Heaven.

And the angels who rose from the Eredar in the High Heavens are also holding a gathering tonight.

Some were polishing their armor, others were sharing stories of the past. At dawn, the gates of the High Heaven would open in the newly renovated sky of Argus, thus protecting their people on earth as they completed this 25,000-year exile.

This is a moment that must be done with a sense of ritual, and no amount of preparation in advance is too much.

But the Lord of the Highest Heaven is not here.

Even Diakum was unusually absent from the prayer meeting held by the High Heaven today.

In the past, he would lead the angels and the Holy Spirits in reading scriptures and discussing the mysteries of theology, but today, from noon until now, no one has seen Diakum in the highest heavens.

He quietly left.

It wasn't even the avatar that left, but the original body.

Lady Zera and Lady Graceia reassured all the angels who inquired, simply stating that the Lord of Dawn had gone to survey the stars and would return to the High Heavens after a short time, and asked the angels to be diligent in their duties during this period.

Thinking about it carefully, there's nothing wrong with that.

After all, the High Heaven is the holy land of all the People of Light. As the Lord of the High Heaven, he should indeed occasionally take time to travel to the world of the People of Light in order to better understand the changes in their beliefs and the difficulties they encounter.

But tomorrow at dawn is the big day for the Eredar to return home, so Diakum's disappearance at this time seems rather strange.

It wasn't until someone asked the question to the gatekeeper, Lord Kazak, that a clear answer was received.

"He's out with his wife and lover, so what? Do you angels even have to interfere with this?"

Kazzak, the Overlord of Dawn, stood like a towering mountain beneath the gates of the High Heavens, clad in his cool and majestic heavy armor of holy light and wielding the spear of eternal destruction.

It rudely and nonchalantly complained to the angels surrounding it:

“Our Lord of the High Heaven is a man of deep feelings. He has been so busy lately that he has neglected the feelings of those around him. Now that the oath to the world has finally been perfectly fulfilled, shouldn’t the Lord of Dawn be allowed to make up for the feelings he owes to his loved ones?”
While this higher heaven advocates fidelity to one's faith, it does not mandate the severing of all emotional ties.
I've heard that the angels at Bastion are genderless, but Lord Diakum, being kind-hearted, allowed you to retain your original gender, only forbidding you from having romantic relationships during working hours.

That's very user-friendly.

Of course, I understand that he made the conditions so lenient because he himself had such needs. Hmph, the Lord of Dawn is also a selfish guy.

Many times, we Kazak see Him more as a human being than as a god.

However, even I, in my rudeness, must admit that at certain moments, Diakum's divinity shines so brightly that even the most vile demons would weep.

The angels surrounding it nodded repeatedly.

Not only Kazzak, but they all felt the same way: the Lord of Dawn was undoubtedly a very humane deity.

The alien angels, who were not from the Eredar race, wanted to learn more about the deeds of Saint Diakum from the outspoken Kazzak, but Kazzak got annoyed by their questions.

It brandished its paws and scolded:
"Alright, alright, go play somewhere else. I still have to stand guard. If the Holy Spirits below the Faith Chieftain see me in such an undignified state, wouldn't I, the Overlord of Dawn, lose all face?"
Go away, if you want to know those things, go to Ms. Zera's Sun Library and read the books yourself. What?
You say you're illiterate and can't understand those words? Then how did you get promoted to be a security guard in the highest heaven?
Holy crap, buddy, you've got some serious skills.

I think the selection criteria for the Supreme Heaven are far too low. Honestly, even I, a former demon, feel ashamed. ——————

"Ah"

Diakum sneezed, nearly causing him to miscarve the words with his carving hammer and chisel. Fortunately, he was a god with very strong self-control, which prevented him from destroying the exquisite stone tablet he had carved himself.

"It must be some filthy guys talking about me behind my back again. The gods' perception is never wrong."

The guard said something in a low voice, which made Archbishop Nelly beside him shake his head repeatedly.

What respectable deity would use their divine power to eavesdrop on others' complaints? This clearly shows that the Lord of Dawn is not a respectable god, a point strongly agreed upon by the Gemini who were flipping through the register.

We agreed that today would be a "four-person world," but before we could even enjoy each other's company for long, we barely exchanged a few sweet words, and the kisses, hugs, and piggyback rides didn't last long before we brought the other three over to work.

It's "doing the work" in the real sense.

At this moment, the four of them were in the center of the Krokun grassland, on a mountain ridge. Logically speaking, the world reshaping was not yet complete, and the rampage of the primordial elemental storms was a threat to all life, but the gods always had privileges.

Moreover, what Diakum is doing right now is also very meaningful.

The rosters held in the twins' hands recorded the names of all the warriors who died at the hands of demons during their 25,000 years of exile.

These records came from Targas and were later sent to Diakum, who was promised by the Vigilantes that the souls of these fallen soldiers would be returned home and their stories would be remembered by all Eredar.

That's what he's doing right now.

The "rock" that Diakum is carving has a tremendous origin. It is a fragment of the body of the Dark Titan Sargeras, all its great power has been erased, leaving only its indestructible cosmic-level properties. It is so hard that Diakum has to use the power of the Dawn God to enhance it every time he adds a name to it, in order to prevent these marks from being restored the next moment.

Therefore, this "memorial stele" can be regarded as a divine artifact blessed by holy light, although it was not endowed with more exaggerated divine power.

"I'm leaving."

Wearing a coarse cloth robe, Diakum completed the final few carvings, guided by the twins' chanting of names, while speaking to the three fine girls beside him:
"At the very moment of dawn, they—or perhaps it was them—were calling me."

The strange countdown in his field of vision had reached its end.

Each tick of the numbers felt like a warhammer striking his soul; it was clearly a urging and an "invitation."

Diakum had calculated that the countdown would reach zero precisely at the moment of dawn, proving that no matter what kind of people were waiting "on the other side," they were well-prepared.

As the three closest to Diakum, Nelly and the twins, although they did not know Diakum's "secret" explicitly, had completely different feelings every time they heard Dick declare himself to be a "passing warrior of light".

Long ago, they had a premonition that Diakum would leave after everything was over, just like a "passerby" continuing on his journey.

Therefore, when Dick said those words, all three of them stopped what they were doing.

They exchanged glances, and finally Saloras spoke softly:
"will you come back?"

"Will!"

Diakum hammered his chisel, carving the name of yet another fallen soldier in his not-so-great, but no longer truly "dog-scratching" calligraphy, his voice as resolute as the sound of a chisel striking stone.

他 说:

"Because you are here waiting for me, I will never let those who have expectations of me down; because this is my home, my second home. Who would abandon their home?"

"What if"

Nelly hugged Diakum from behind, her body now in human form. She nestled her head against Diakum's shoulder, saying with deep affection:

"What if those 'people' who invited you don't allow you to come back?"

"I've already defeated Sargeras."

Dick said with a smile:
“I don’t think they can stop me, and I don’t think anyone can stop a Lord of Dawn who is determined to return to his homeland, so you can wait for me here patiently.”

We have fulfilled our promise to the world.

We have fulfilled our duties to the people, and we can finally entrust the rest of our lives to each other, finally completing our own journey of companionship and devotion.

"boom"

As the last character was carved, fragments flew everywhere.

Diakum handed the chisel and carving hammer to the twins, stroking the name of the last victim he had placed before them, and said:
“Look, Mardelan, my brother, I did it. I did not waste the life you gave me by sacrificing yourself. I carried your share to the end. I brought them back.”

Your two children are among them. Although those two have their own problems, I believe they will grow into Eredar people that you can be proud of.

Wait for me to come back!

When I return, I'll bring a flask of wine and tell you and all of you what I've done, and how you all contributed to those so-called 'miracles'.

There is no Lord of Dawn in this world, only a garrison officer who shoulders the burden of all the desires of the other victims and struggles forward.

Fortunately, I didn't let you down.

"Dawn is coming."

Aurecis kissed Diakum's earlobe and said:
"Just go for a walk outside, but remember to come home on time. We'll all be waiting for you."

"Then don't send me off with tears."

Diakum opened his arms and embraced his three lovers, whispering:

"You can cry when I come back."

"Then you should come back soon."

Nari complained:
"Don't wait until I'm really old to show yourself. We can only live for 10,000 years now. Don't wait until 9999 years to embark on your journey home."

"Nonsense."

The vigilant complained:

"Lady Elune, look, no one in the land of the dead wants to offend me, so as long as you wish, you can live until I return, but I will never let you wait alone for another 20,000 years."

Protect them for me.
I'll be right back.

As Diakum looked up, the first rays of dawn pierced the darkness.

As the beam of light shone down, the glorious gates of the highest heavens quietly opened, and the first teleportation screen lit up on the land of Krokun.

In the warm morning breeze, Diakum saw Old Man Hatton rush out first, holding a handful of soil in his arms, scattering it on the sea of ​​grass, then kneeling down devoutly to kiss this land that had been lost and regained.

Amidst the crowd following Old Hatton, a certain little hussy's signature exclamation rang out. She shouted, "The Lord of Dawn has ascended to heaven!" before Marlaad quickly covered her mouth beside her.

The guards laughed.

The countdown before him reached zero, and a door that only he could see appeared in the light of dawn. After kissing Nellie, Saloras, and Orestes, he stepped forward and disappeared into the light.

As he gripped that classic brass doorknob and twisted it with the force of the rotation, Diakum couldn't help but wonder what awaited him behind that door.
A group of good people?
A bunch of bad guys?
A mix of good guys and bad guys?
As the door slowly opened, he surprisingly felt a sense of adventure, as if he were heading to an unfamiliar place, but no matter what he encountered, he would treat it as a pleasant surprise.

I have already crossed the end of the story, but I still have to keep moving forward.

The story of the Lord of Dawn has come to an end, but Diakum's life is far from over.

(End of this chapter)