"This is our last chance, isn't it?" Imperator Mar'gok's gaze was profound.
The Holy Light Magic Circle is actually a destruction Magic Circle.
Antonidas nodded. "If all goes well, this place will be destroyed along with the Naaru."
Mar'gok laughed heartily, and both heads simultaneously said solemnly:
"If we fail to steal the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, we will all die. There is no possibility of compromise. Let's prepare to welcome the arrival of the Holy Light."
The day arrived, and guided by the Holy Light, the 1,500-meter-high pyramid was surrounded by Old Lightforging Orcs, forming a golden ocean of light.
Imperator Mar'gok stood on a high platform, flanked by Antonidas, Saurfang the Great, Zul'jin. Surprisingly, the Ogre Elites from Highmaul were nowhere to be seen.
At the height of the midday sun, Mar'gok, swaying his massive body, walked step by step toward the towering pyramid.
Kneel down.
A voice rang out, how to detonate thunder.
The voice came from the top of the pyramid, carrying boundless majesty, representing the will of the Naaru.
Millions of Old Lightforging Orcs knelt on the ground in unison. Under this terrifying majesty, ordinary soldiers felt only fear and unease, instinctively submitting.
Mar'gok raised his head and looked up at the top of the pyramid.
A golden Holy Light was condensing, forming a strange cube-shaped head. Each face had a face with three eyes, a high nose, and two mouths, one above the other, scanning the earth with hostility.
Contempt, Pride, disdain, indifference, contempt.
From the strange head's face, Mar'gok read such an emotion.
This is the worst-case scenario. Mar'gok and Antonidas have discussed that once the Holy Light descends, it might unveil their previous hypocrisy and become unscrupulous.
The universe is full of infighting; so-called kindness is just a disguise. Once everything is truly under control, what replaces it is the most terrifying ruthlessness.
Antonidas, Saurfang the Great, and Zul'jin were reborn through the Holy Light, but this experience was clearly not friendly. The Naaru did not treat them as their own people, but merely as tools, pawns that could be discarded at any time, and they did not receive equal respect or treatment.
If these three are like this, then what about the rest of Draenor?
Mar'gok chanted incantations and teleported to the top of the pyramid, below the cube-shaped head.
The square-shaped head looked down at him and whispered:
"Ogre, you've done well; the generous Holy Light will surely reward you."
Mar'gok said cautiously, "My name is Mar'gok."
The cube-shaped head seemed not to hear and loudly commanded:
"Ogre, light the torch at the top of the pyramid to make the final coordinate adjustments for my arrival."
Mar'gok climbed the stairs to the top, lit the torch beneath the cube's head, and suddenly asked:
Is there still a chance for Draenor World?
"Opportunity only favors the prepared mind," the cube-shaped head sneered. "We will select the right ones to become Servants of the Holy Light. The Holy Light will spread across the land, and all, whether dead or alive, will be saved, just like these Lightforging Orcs."
"Does being prepared mean devoutly serving the Holy Light?" Mar'gok asked.
The cube sneered, "Naive. The universe has no shortage of devout faith, which is also the cheapest commodity. For the cowardly oppressed to expect salvation through piety is nothing but wishful thinking and fantasy. Let me tell you frankly, the Army of the Light has no need for useless people."
Mar'gok looked at the torch before him; the Flame, not very bright, crackled and popped, with stars twinkling within it.
If kindness is not treated equally, the so-called Holy Light intervention will only lead to disappointment.
Mar'gok's heart sank. It was said that the Naaru were of diverse temperaments, with many factions and different attitudes toward life. Draenor World was not a lucky place.
Suddenly, Flames shot up from the top of the pyramid, forming a pillar of fire tens of meters high, while devout praises resounded from all directions.
The next instant, a golden beam of light descended straight down from the sky and shone on the cube. At first, it was only as thick as a bucket, but then the light grew thicker and thicker, and a terrifying heat spread out. Mar'gok hurriedly retreated.
The light stopped expanding, and a beam of light with a diameter of over one hundred meters descended vertically. Before long, the entire pyramid shone with golden light.
Holy Light refracted from all four sides of the pyramid, bathing the entire Nagrand in golden light.
Mar'gok was filled with peace and tranquility, and was almost moved to kneel down and praise the Holy Light.
Looking around the pyramids, the Old Lightforging Orcs, each with a pious expression, hysterically praised the Holy Light.
Mar'gok was secretly astonished. The reflected Holy Light possessed a bewitching power, making it impossible for anyone to resist. If one's will was not strong enough, one would only kneel down and praise.
He began to understand what the cube meant by "the qualified ones." The vast number of devout worshippers were just useless trash. Only by passing the test of the Holy Light and maintaining one's own independent thoughts and will could one please the Holy Light.
Bathed in this Holy Light, even Mar'gok himself could not muster any hostility and could not order an attack on the impending Naaru.
Mar'gok secretly rejoiced that the assassination order was carried out by a cold Construct, not a flesh-and-blood being easily influenced by emotions.
The praise reached the heavens, and the cube was quite pleased, but the contemptuous expression only made him more and more annoying.
The golden Holy Light completely engulfed Nagrand. Strange noises came from there. Mar'gok looked up and saw that thousands of meters above the pyramids, space had been torn apart by the Holy Light, revealing a long, unfamiliar starry sky, like an ugly scar. A Fervor light that was hard to look at carefully moved towards it.
Despite the discomfort in his eyes, Mar'gok finally saw the secret hidden beneath the Fervor light.
It was a peculiar, cube-shaped Naaru, as large as a Castle, its light Fervor and blinding, surpassing even the midday sun that bakes the earth.
The cube-shaped Naaru was surrounded by six smaller Naaru, who kept praising it loudly.
From the Naaru's praise, Mar'gok learned that the cube-shaped Naaru was named Light-Hunter Kuber.
"Draenor, my new hunting ground, my prey, I have arrived." The will of the Light-Hunter Kuber spread throughout Nagrand.
The seven Naaru traversed the torn space, and a soft holy light emanated from the chimney-shaped white building beside the pyramid, supporting the Naaru Kuber's massive body as he slowly descended.
"Right now," Mar'gok thought to himself.
"The opportunity has come." Antonidas, kneeling on the ground, remained calm.
Among the mountains of Oshu'gun, a mountain peak slowly cracked open, revealing a giant cannon as thick as a water vat, which silently fired something.
It was a cannonball the size of a fist, pitch black as ink, as if it wanted to absorb all light.
The projectile, condensed from pure Shadow power and guided with exquisite precision, moved as fast as a black Lightning and struck the Light-Hunter Kuber squarely in the body.
With a Thunder roar, Kubor exploded into pieces, and countless showers of light rained down from the sky.