Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 828, Section 41: A blond-haired man named Denathius is moving in, and the away-on-a-business-time CEO is about to become an incompetent husband.
(Bonus chapter for the brothers who have been correcting the errors [1/5])
The demon court of Matriarch Shaheras began to form alliances and schemes.

As it turned out, the mysterious visitor was indeed capable. Several nearby demon planets quickly responded to the call, and the Nathrezim did indeed bring her a formidable fel energy fleet as promised.

The demons in the nearby star sector temporarily united under the threat of the Zerg swarm. They fought several battles with the Toranar swarm and managed to barely halt its advance.

But to be honest, this victory wasn't of much use except for preserving these few demon planets.

Because the Twisting Void, like the Matter Galaxy, possesses a three-dimensional eight-quadrant spatial structure, not to mention the phase shifts and other supernatural abilities that the swarm's spellcasters can activate, this means that blocking the swarm in one direction is simply not enough to stop their outward spread.

In the previous "blood war," Kil'jaeden the Conqueror mobilized countless resources to trap the Shadow Chaser swarm from all directions, preventing the blood war from spreading further and affecting the Burning Legion's operational plans.

That condition no longer exists.

After the swarm realized that the demons had united, the Overmind of the Torana swarm did not waste time fighting these guys. It ordered the swarm to continue expanding in all directions until it encountered obstacles in other directions that it could not overcome for the time being.

Therefore, before Mother Shahras and her demonic allies could even enjoy their victory for a week, they were horrified to discover that another swarm of insects had broken out in the star sector behind them.

This means that these demons have fallen into the most desperate situation.

They were "surrounded" by the swarm of insects!

What was originally thought to be the "starting point of victory" has turned into an "isolated island" in the midst of the rampaging insect swarm. Now the insect swarm is expanding rapidly and is too lazy to bother with these tough nuts to crack. Once the insect swarm's expansion in other directions is also blocked, it means that their doom will come soon.

At this point, the cunning Nathrezim messenger gave the mistress a second option.

Either stay here and wait to die!
She could either lead all her elite troops on a fel-powered fleet to break out and join other united demon courts.

It was only at this moment that Matriarch Shahras realized she had been tricked by Nathrezim.

While the other party congratulated her on embarking on the glorious path to becoming a "Fel Lord," in reality, she was nothing more than "expendable material" in the eyes of these dreadlords.

They must have bewitched more than just one demon lord.

They must be using the same manipulation and guidance in all the demon courts threatened by the swarm, first uniting the demons in different areas, and then, once they are in despair, instigating them to go to a more powerful demon lord and integrate into his ranks.

The fact that such a powerful force could be rapidly snowballed by leveraging the power of the "swarm" suggests that the Nathrezim are secretly controlling the emerging power.

In fact, Matriarch Shahras soon realized that the reason she was "abandoned" was because she was too clever and difficult to control.

Nathrezim would definitely prefer to support the Abyss Lords or the Ereduin demons to take power. Those guys are brainless; as long as the Dreadlord gains their trust, he can easily sideline them.

It's practically the most perfect power-type puppet.

But now, Matriarch Shahras has no other choice.

In this desperate situation of being surrounded by the Zerg swarm, once the Dreadlords withdraw their fel-powered fleet, this newly formed "Great Court" will instantly fall apart. The demons will scatter without the Zerg swarm even needing to attack.

She hesitated for only one night, and the next morning she announced to her demons the news of their impending breakout and relocation.

What alarmed the matriarch even more was that several powerful demon lords under her command showed no resistance to the order whatsoever, clearly indicating that Nathrezim were secretly instigating them.

I've been sidelined for a long time!

The moment she accepted the Lord of Fear's kindness, she became a seductive "rubber stamp."

If the Dreadlords didn't have such a terrible reputation in the Twisting Nether, these guys wouldn't even need to find a puppet to lead them; they could simply take matters into their own hands when the demon civilization faced extinction.

"Don't be so sad, my dear Queen Shahraz."

As they boarded the fel-powered fleet controlled by the Dreadlord, the Nathrezim who had seduced her spoke gently:

"You are so angry now only because you are trapped here and do not yet understand how terrible the disaster facing the Twisting Nether is this time. The swarm is just the enemy in front of you."

Hmm, you didn't know that, did you?

Just days ago, the Oathsworn of the Shadowlands, under the personal command of the Death God 'Warlord', tore open the borders of the Twisting Nether, and trillions of ruthless undead are now conquering and plundering on the other side of the Twisting Nether.

They are in a completely different quadrant from the Zerg swarm, which is clearly a deal reached between the Death faction and the Void faction.

The other Forces intend to divide up the Twisting Nether and utterly exterminate us, these pathetic demons who have lost both our leaders and our gods.

No one will protect us anymore.

In this situation, to win and survive, besides standing up for ourselves, we also need to find a 'god' with sufficient power and willingness to protect the demons.

At this point, Nasrezim let out a strange laugh and didn't say anything more, but Shahras was certain that these guys already had "chosen ones".

The cunning matriarch was initially skeptical of the Dreadlord's message, but soon, just as the fleet was transporting the first batch of elite demons to break out of the swarm's encirclement, another piece of bad news reached her through the Dreadlord's information network.

"Look, the Life Domain has deployed its troops."

Lieutenant Nasrezim revealed the information to Shahras, saying:

"Thirty-seven 'living planets' stormed into the distorted void two hours ago. These were gluttonous monsters formed after wild, natural life seeds devoured their own worlds. Even if they weren't as terrifying as the Devourers of All Realms, these guys were more ruthless and insane."

Along with the living planet, several mysterious Moonlit War Gods also appeared.

Therefore, I have good reason to suspect that this is just the vanguard of the Moon Goddess. Once it is confirmed that the demons of the Twisting Nether are now a disorganized mob, more Moon People will soon invade our territory under the banner of 'expedition'.

That was just the beginning.

The fanatical People of Light would never let this opportunity pass by. Tempted by the promise of 'going to heaven,' those shameless People of Light would use their warhammers to annihilate every demon they encountered.

The merciless Lord of Dawn has already issued a bounty: if enough demons are slaughtered, even the illiterate can go to heaven.

This is a shameless act of toying with faith!
But is that all?

Nasrezim drew out his question and asked in a drawn-out voice:

"Do you think that's all? Will the Arcane faction, now in decline, give up on kicking someone when they're down?"

We have a blood feud with the Titans.

You should understand the situation we face. If the demons cannot find new protectors before suffering true annihilation, the Twisting Nether will inevitably become territory to be divided among other Forces in the future.

They will continue to fight each other, but the material star sea will not be a battlefield where they can run rampant. At that time, the demons' homeland will become the most frenzied area of ​​the Force's struggle.

You and I, all demons will die, and even death is the kindest end.

Hmm, look at your face.

You're scared, that's okay. Come on! Read it with me.

The dreadlord wore a "devout" expression, which looked strangely out of place with Nathrezim's appearance. It chanted:

"May the collector and giver of all blood, the planner and promoter of all conspiracies, the observer and arbiter of all sins, the great monarch and the leader of the sleepless, the noble Thenas, bestow upon us the blessings of cunning, ruthlessness and longevity."

May He give us the fangs of shadow, so that we may survive this calamity of destruction.

Let us sing the praises of Thanatos.

When He returns to the stars, all miracles will pale in comparison.
That damned Nathrezim, why is he "preaching" at this time?
Matriarch Shahras was visibly shocked.

Despite being a cunning devil, the mistress had her own bottom line, and she shouted:

"Shut up! Dreadlords, how dare you sing the name of an alien god in the holy land of fel energy? There is only one god in the Twisting Nether. Lord Sargeras has merely vanished, but he is not dead. Only He can be the sovereign of fel energy, and only He is the master of demons!"
To hell with Denathrius!
No demon with any backbone would sing His praises, even if we die here.

"Hmph, don't be so sure of yourself, ma'am."

Matriarch Shaheras's rebuke and anger caused Nathrezim to look at her with surprise, never expecting that such a seductive and lewd destroyer would be so loyal to the Dark Titan.

But it wasn't angry; it simply waved its paw and said:
"Faith cannot feed you, faith cannot be transformed into a weapon to defeat enemies, and faith cannot save you in despair. Only when you are in despair will you understand the necessity of us bringing you a new God."

Denathrius the Great was a benevolent god who welcomed all lost children who turned back to the right path.

He once failed due to narrow desires, but now the Emperor is tolerant enough to bestow blessings upon demons and the undead as long as they are willing to follow.

You should think about it again.

The Lord of Dread let out a strange laugh, then transformed into a swarm of bats and vanished from the cabin.

Sahras stepped out of the cabin with great anxiety, only to see two powerful demon lords being misled by another dreadlord into learning the ritual of praying to Emperor Denathrius.

This scene made the mistress even more panicked.

She couldn't help but pray in her heart:

"No matter where you are, invincible Lord Sargeras, hurry up and show yourself! If you are any later, the Twisting Nether will be completely taken from your hands."

I'm not particularly devout either.

But becoming a demon is bad enough; I really don't want to turn into some other kind of horrible thing!

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"It sounds like someone is calling you?"

Chief Creator Lishwim had just made a cut; it listened intently, then said in a strange tone:
"How can someone like you have so many followers in the Twisting Nether? Are those so-called 'demons', which are actually just manifestations of the evil power of the Twisting Nether, crazy? Why would they offer such devout faith to a 'foreigner' who doesn't care about them at all?"

So, you, a big, burly man, are actually a 'dog training master'?
How did you train them?

Sargeras, who was undergoing the "Force stripping" surgery, did not want to answer the Chief Creator's question.

But He could indeed hear the prayers of the demons from all corners of the Twisting Nether. From their prayers, Sargeras knew that the other Forces had sent their vanguard into the Twisting Nether. Without the unity of the Burning Legion's war system, the scattered demons were suffering terrible and shameful defeats in every fel quadrant.

If this continues, demons will truly face extinction.

"Hmm, the Fel Force is truly a wondrous system. It doesn't rely on the nurturing of life systems or the corruption of void systems; instead, it directly transforms its power into entities like demons."

Therefore, theoretically speaking, every demon is the embodiment of fel energy and destruction, which explains why they all have an uncontrollable desire for destruction.

But this also raises a question.

While performing surgery on Sargeras, Lishwim kept muttering to himself:
"Although demons return to fel energy after they die, and the more demons die, the faster fel energy can create new incarnations, the Twisting Nether is the holy land of fel energy. Through your 25,000-year-long expedition and the pleasure of destruction, the Twisting Nether has expanded to its limit."

Its area is directly related to the total amount of evil energy.

The rate at which demons die and are born can currently withstand the erosion and slaughter of other Forces, but as the swarms and undead occupy more territory, and as the area of ​​those territories is taken over by other Forces, the total amount of fel energy will decrease.

One day, the rate at which it creates demons will fall behind the rate at which demons die.

Theoretically speaking, evil energy would therefore eventually perish.

The chief creator let out a strange laugh and said:

"But it's just theory. As the ultimate manifestation of destruction and chaos, as long as life hasn't been able to shed its tendency towards destruction and chaos, fel energy will continue to exist, but there will be no more Twisting Nether."

The six fundamental forces will thus be reduced to five, and an era of imbalance is approaching.

"Can you perform surgery with care?"

Under general anesthesia, President Sa said expressionlessly:
"Your multitasking makes me feel very insecure, especially when I'm a patient."

"Humph."

The questioning of technique elicited a cold snort from Lishwim, who said no more. But after a moment, Sargeras closed his single eye and said:
"That's what Diakum wants me to do. He's happy to see fel energy punished and suppressed, but he won't allow the Twisting Nether to be destroyed by other Forces."

He wanted me to truly become the 'King of Demons' and the 'Lord of Fel Power'.

The Fel Force is also calling to me; that is His desire as well.

You have served the Firstborn, so can you give me some advice?

Should I do this?
Abandon all desire for order and salvation, and single-mindedly embrace destruction, becoming the kind of destroyer I once despised most.

"You are clearly confused, so powerful, yet so fragile."

Lishwim remarked:
"But I'm only responsible for performing surgery on you and taking some interesting things off your bodies for research. I'm not responsible for giving you advice."

However, I feel that your understanding of 'destruction' is somewhat one-sided. Even though you have wielded the blade of destruction for countless years, you have always regarded it as a tool rather than your own morality.

That's not good.

The Chief Creator made another cut, and shook his head, saying:
"Arcane is not just about order; that is only one of the many paths of arcane art. Life is indeed born from chaos, but even in chaos there are distinctions between harmonious nature, wild nature, and balanced nature. The high path of the realm of death is divided into five parts, and the Firstborn know that each of the Forces has a different interpretation."

Holy light, seemingly the simplest of all, has different interpretations of dawn, noon, and dusk, not to mention the path of light and shadow that Diakum Zastins has walked.

Not to mention the void.

Ever since the primordial darkness was shattered and fell by Anser and Musa, the Sea of ​​No Light has been trapped in the ridiculous calamity of 'factionalism', and the infinitely subdivided powers have made them a laughing stock of the Force faction.

So here's the question: Sargeras, as the Lord of Fel Energy, isn't it foolish of you to believe that Fel Energy is only about destruction?

Destruction is not all the same. Fel energy will lead to division in your hands, but from the perspective of biodiversity, I don't think this is a bad thing.

Internal conflicts may lead to decline and destruction, but sometimes they are also the driving force of evolution.

so."

Lishwym lifted the arcane echo that had been stripped from Sargeras, held it up to his eyes and examined it closely, and said:
"Sargeras, what kind of destruction do you desire?"

Or let me ask more clearly!
If destruction and rebirth are an unbreakable cycle, then which stage would you want to represent within that cycle?

If you don't get an answer, then wait.

The other two fel energy users are eagerly drawing their own symbols from the fel energy; once they've taken theirs, the rest will be yours.

Unfortunately, you won't have a choice then.

(End of this chapter)