Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 838.6. We have Holy Light, Void, and Death; when will we introduce Life Arcane and Fel Energy?

The entire Brotherhood mobilized and launched a fierce attack on the enemy's stronghold.

But Diakum had only just returned, and he had no idea which dimension he had been transported to on that pirate ship, which region of the multidimensional world he was in, or even who his enemies were.
But that doesn't matter.

There are too many gods, big and small, in the multidimensional world, and all sorts of bizarre organizations and big guys are everywhere. Who has the time to recognize them one by one?
In Blake Shaw's words, he didn't even need to understand the grudges between his side and the other side, nor did he need to consider such boring things as justice and evil; he just had to follow his brothers and charge!

"In this chaotic world, there isn't much time for you to distinguish between good and evil, and there's only one kind of justice in my heart! Whoever blocks your path is a big bad guy who must be purified!"

That's what the guy said before the battle started.

Before the vigilant could even refute, amidst the crazed laughter of the pirate captain embracing destruction at the bow, the Nagfar, roaring out of the void tide, crashed like a torpedo against the walls of a massive, dark castle ahead.

So, this ship that can sail underwater is equipped with a ram for you to do this, right?

When necessary, it can also be transformed into a siege weapon.
Your boat has so many uses!
"rush!"

As the Nagfar shattered the enemy's psionic defenses and incidentally created a passage on the ninety-nine-layered city wall, the Overlord, stretching his arms, downed a gulp of wine, roared, and transformed into a crimson meteor that crashed into the city wall. Thunderous shouts and curses then echoed from within.

The entire dimension began to tremble, reflecting the suffering of countless worlds.

"We'll fight the enemy at the front; you and Mason go and rescue them."

Death wielded its demonic blade, opening thousands upon thousands of undead gates in this thunderous land, instantly creating an exaggerated army of dark blades that surged forward like a black torrent onto the battlefield.

Beneath that frozen skull mask, the indifferent man gave his instructions:

"After rescuing the young villagers, immediately return to the Mysterious House to purify and heal them. The Dream God should be waiting for you there; he will take over the rest."

"What about you?"

Diakum knew his brothers were taking care of him, and he accepted their kindness, then asked:

Aren't you coming back with us?

"Are you stupid? This is a war of gods. It won't end for decades or even centuries. Just destroying those mirror universes that aid and abet evil will make our hands sore from killing so many people."

The pirate's smug voice rang out from afar. When the vigilant turned around, he saw the Silent One unseal his true form in the abyss, and the "King in Black," surrounded by thousands of snakes, appeared outside the enemy castle with an aura that seemed to devour everything.

The first glimmer of the seven millions of Eyes of Truth beneath its tattered hood caused those vicious vassal soldiers to clutch their heads and scream in agony, transforming on the spot into the Abyss People.

He said in Shasyaar:
“Go, don’t linger. What’s about to happen will challenge your morality. Your villainous brothers will enjoy it, but getting involved will be real torture.”

correct.

Let me play with your 'eclipse'!

I'm going to use it to give these idiots who deliberately provoke me a real beating.

"Take it easy."

Dick raised his hand, sending the black hole hurtling toward the King in Black, only to be encircled and captured by the king's seven tentacles. Then, amidst the ear-piercing mental shattering, Eclipse was released in a cruel manner never before seen in Diakum's hands.

In just a few seconds, the entire dark dimension trembled and wailed.

Its existence and all light and heat are being shattered and absorbed. Under the cruel and ruthless manipulation of the Black King, the solar eclipse finally unleashed its destructive power.

Diakum turned his back to the text and simply muttered the scriptures to himself.

Wearing the "God of the Universe" armor, Mason commanded his "Mason Legion" as they swept forward. He took a moment to speak to Diakum:
"They are doing this for your own good. Your path dictates that you cannot participate in this horrific massacre. But given Cypher's unwillingness to suffer losses, the Brotherhood will not cease hostilities until these evil gods, along with their Dark Mirror Universe, are completely destroyed this time."

Conservative estimates suggest that after this battle, seven universe sequences will be removed from the multidimensional database.

It's cruel, and sometimes I think it's excessive, but if you think about our situation carefully, you'll realize that this extreme deterrence against all provocations is necessary.

What we need to protect is too important.

Faced with this weighty moral obligation, all evildoers who dare to lay a hand on their victims must be utterly annihilated.

“No need for that, Mason.”

Dick wielded a beam of light that transformed into a sword. As darkness surged ahead, creating obstacles that blocked his path, he slashed diagonally forward, transforming the sword of dawn into an endless fist of heaven to sweep away the impasse.

Amidst the scorching heat of the falling ashes, he said with a calm expression:
“I am not so pedantic as to be unable to distinguish between good and evil, nor am I so weak as to be unable to even reach into the mud for something important, let alone save people. They provoked us first, so isn’t it normal for them to ask for a hammer and receive one?”

Besides, what binds me now is my morality and ethics, not the Holy Light itself; when necessary, I can be ruthless.

"That's good!"

Mason laughed and, as the weapon bay on the back of his armor popped out, he hurled twelve digital torpedoes forward, instantly "deleting" all physical laws of the area. After removing the "battlefield" itself, there was nothing left to block his way.

This highly efficient fighting style made Diakum raise an eyebrow.

He wanted to ask Mason about the principles behind his insane technological weapons, but he was well aware of his own metaphysical wisdom; even if Mason were willing to explain, he knew he wouldn't understand.

The two continued forward and soon found the place where "Little Fellow Villager" was being held, thanks to the strange locator in Mason's hand.

As expected, this was a mystical laboratory filled with magical elements. When Diakum kicked open the door and rushed in, he was greeted by one lost soul after another trapped in glass jars, being shaped by some kind of power.

He had previously seen those spirits that had just been salvaged from the Void Quadrant on the pirate ship. Those spirits had been blown apart by the Void Winds, leaving only an inextinguishable glimmer of light. According to him, the Brotherhood could not "use directly" these lost souls after picking them up.

They need to undergo a series of complex reshaping processes before they can be put into different worlds to start new lives, and through a series of tests, the "little fellow villagers" who are capable of taking on great responsibilities can be selected.

When Mason rushed in and saw the scene before him, he was immediately shocked. His cool suit of armor immediately popped open, allowing Mason to quickly step out. He took out several high-tech instruments, a strange compass, and a magic wand from his belt and began to examine the infused lost souls.

Diakum stood guard beside him, wielding a beam of light.

But even without Mason drawing a conclusion, Diakum could sense that these lost souls were no longer "pure," and that the evil gods who had stolen them had imbued them with some unique power.

This made the vigilant frown.

"It's alright, the pollution level isn't high, there's still hope."

Mason quickly concluded, saying:

"The inspiration needs to be scattered again, undergo a wave of mental restructuring, and their minds need to be sorted out. If necessary, they need to be cut open to ensure that there is no contamination left before being stitched back together."

Fortunately, my skills are sufficient to handle all of this, and Merlin doesn't need to return from the battlefield to the Mysterious House to assist me.

but.
Alas, many of these lost souls have great potential, but unfortunately, after this round of reshaping, they can only be 'downgraded'.

"Ok?"

The vigilant stepped forward to help break down the restraining devices and free the lost souls, while asking, "What does 'demotion' mean?"

“We also have a set of rules for selecting our fellow villagers. Although they were lost in the void quadrant because their spirits crossed the Origin Wall due to various accidents in their hometown, not every lost soul has the potential to become a ‘warrior’ or ‘adventurer’.”

Mason explained:
"There are plenty of days when people are reborn and all they want is to spend their ordinary but happy second life in a beautiful place. For these fellow villagers who lack spiritual insight, our current unified approach is to send them into Handsome Murphy's pocket universe and let them enjoy a fulfilling life in some of the garden worlds there."

The 'aura' from their homeland only allows them to be reborn once in the void quadrant.

When they die a second time, they will be 'assimilated' by multiple dimensions and enter the cycle of reincarnation in this more complex system. At that time, they will no longer be our fellow villagers, and naturally they will no longer be under our jurisdiction.

This is why I admire your decision to reincarnate. You allowed yourself to be reborn, and you could easily extinguish your own spiritual light if you were not careful.

By then, even if we wanted to help you, we would have no reason to.

"Hmm, so these guys stole these villagers to extract their 'spiritual light,' right?"

The vigilant said:

“If they are truly interested in the secrets behind the Wall of Origin, then these luminosities are something they must obtain.”

"Indeed."

Mason swiftly collected the shattered, imprisoned lost souls into his pocket, then took out a Mother Box, opened it, and threw it on the ground to create a sonic boom passage to the Mysterious House.

He returned to his Cosmic God armor and called out to Diakum:

"Let's go, let's get out of here."

"you go first."

Diakum looked around, shook his head, and said:

“I need to look around here to see if there are any other unfortunate ones. I suspect this isn’t the first time they’ve done this. We must prepare for the worst. If they already have a sample of the Aura, how can we guard against their reckless plans to cross the Wall of Origin in the future?”

“I’ve already checked. When I entered this area, I deployed 5,300 nano-scale drones to search the entire area. There are no other prisoners nearby, although I did find a few abandoned laboratories, but there were no noteworthy details in them.”

Perhaps the secret of inspiration has indeed been obtained, but this was already part of the contingency plan and is far from the worst-case scenario.

Mason shrugged and said in a teasing tone:
"Although I'm just a logistics staff member, you don't really think I can't even do reconnaissance work well, do you?"

"Hmm, so that's why you put some kind of 'eavesdropping device' in the potion you just gave me?"

The vigilant said expressionlessly:
"Although I'm just a priest who practices metaphysics, you don't really think I can't even find the surveillance camera you hid in the potion, do you?"

"Ah, you guys are really hard to deal with."

Mason rubbed his forehead and sighed:
"But that doesn't matter. Being prepared for the worst has long been my instinct. So, Your Excellency, the great priest, why don't you guess how many surveillance cameras you have on you right now?"

However, this is not to pry into your secrets.
Please believe me.

This is merely necessary and cautious protection.

When you accidentally find yourself in a desperate situation, the surveillance cameras on you will always allow us to find and rescue you immediately.

"So, other people have it too?"

As the vigilant stepped into the sonic tunnel, he asked curiously, to which Mason shrugged and replied:

"It's really difficult to put surveillance devices on them, especially on Black Shaw. That cunning guy uses his Void powers to check every piece of flesh and blood in his body every night before he goes to sleep, to make sure he doesn't get dragged into some damn conspiracy."

But how to say it?

"I'm still better at this. Ha, I'm responsible for maintaining all his equipment and ships. If I still can't do my 'protection' even after all that, I'd be too incompetent."

"Wait a minute, does that mean that when the pirates were preparing to 'rebel,' they were actually under your control all along?"

"Yes, of course, he'd better just be saying it."

If he truly intends to betray the Brotherhood, then no one else needs to lift a finger; those 'little cuties' I've hidden inside him will make him regret his decision.

"Ah, I see now, you all have your own unique skills."

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Dream God, this is an "unofficial member" of the Brotherhood.

He wasn't one of the villagers, but he was deeply involved in all of their actions. When Diakum escorted Mason and the rescued lost souls back to the Mystery House, the man in the long robe, with his eyes covered by a ribbon and carrying a scroll and a quill pen, was already waiting there.

Mason greeted him and then plunged into Raven's laboratory to purify lost souls, while Diakum sat opposite Dream God and accepted the book that the other handed him.

"This is a book that records your story from your previous life."

The Dream God said in a gentle tone:

"Perhaps reading your story from a third-party perspective will give you more insights. My library will also be open to you, Diakum, where all the stories you know and don't know are recorded."

I suspect the fraternity members haven't told you about their traditions yet because of some unforeseen event.

As a returning member, you are responsible for selecting a fellow villager from among the lost souls who shares a connection with you, personally choosing the world where the story takes place for them, and personally sending them there.

If he becomes successful, you will be responsible for bringing him back.

If he ultimately chooses a simple life, you must personally erase those memories that cause him unhappiness.

“I know there is such a tradition.”

Diakum nodded and said:
"I've been thinking about how to give my fellow countryman a 'surprise' along the way. I've noticed that the Brotherhood already has Death, the Void, and myself, the embodiment of the Holy Light. In that case, why not let all six elements have their own symbol here?"

"Ah, that's a good idea, I like it."

The Dream God chuckled, opened the blank scroll in his hand, and then reached out to grasp the golden quill pen floating beside him. With a hint of anticipation, he asked:

"So, how do you intend for that lucky or unlucky soul to begin its new life?"

I'm ready.

Just as the vigilant was about to voice his thoughts, a gasp came from the lab:
"Dick, come quick! I found a really 'strange' guy among those unlucky little guys I just rescued. Good heavens, this is the first time we've found such a 'peculiar' lost soul."

This will definitely spark surprise and discussion among everyone.

(End of this chapter)