Between the two enormous Faceless Ones heads, Lucas appeared insignificant, looking around in fear.
Only then did he realize that the two-headed, Faceless Ones was actually the great Prophet Velen.
The Prophet Velen, also Lucas's idol, a great hero, a great valiant man, was coercing a Naaru.
Moreover, he was a Naaru Nobles.
What on earth is happening to this world? Lucas felt waves of disillusionment washing over him, a sense of dizziness washing over him, and his mind becoming increasingly confused.
Light-Hunter Kuber said nonchalantly, "Interesting. You're just a sheepdog, yet you want to be the master. Fine, here you go."
One of the Naaru shattered, and countless particles of light drifted toward Velen.
These particles of light are the essence of the Naaru; if Velen absorbs them, he can become a Naaru.
Velen's eyes narrowed slightly. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He had betrayed the Draenei and willingly become a pawn of the Army of the Light, all for the sake of becoming Naaru.
The opportunity was right in front of him, but Velen remained unmoved, letting the particles fall, and asked in surprise:
"I don't understand why you can sacrifice a Naaru so easily."
Kubor gave a cold, indifferent laugh:
"In the Army of the Light, ordinary Naaru are just like these Lightforging Orcs; there are as many as you can get. I like to use them as casting materials."
Lucas could hardly believe his ears.
In his view, the Naaru were almost like gods, high above and worthy of reverence; to have even the slightest disrespect in one's heart was blasphemy.
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a spellcasting material that could be consumed at will.
Velen shook his head and said, "I don't want to be a spellcasting material. I want more."
Light-Hunter Kuber was furious. "Do you know what you're saying? In the eyes of those big shots, even I'm nothing more than casting material. Don't go too far."
Velen took a deep breath. "Since there's a chance to climb even higher, why not seize the opportunity? I want you."
The two-headed Faceless Ones being spread its bone wings and pounced on the Light-Hunter Kuber.
Kubor was terrified; his cube-shaped body trembled. The remaining five Naaru coalesced into bright orbs of light and lunged at Velen one after another, followed by an explosion.
The massive Faceless Ones's body was blasted open with five large holes, its body mangled beyond recognition, its limbs broken, and it was almost unable to stand.
Velen took a deep breath and shouted, "Flesh and blood!"
The tattered body of the Faceless Ones generated a terrifying suction force, Lightforging Orcs had abandoned the Holy Light, uncontrollably towards it.
It devoured nearly 100,000 Lightforging Orcs, their flesh and blood merging into clumps of slime, which repaired its damaged body.
"Is that all? Nobles of the Naaru?" Velen sneered.
"Damn it, if it weren't for the long-distance interstellar teleportation, and the depletion of my Holy Light, I could have killed you with a single thought!" Light-Hunter Kuber roared in resentment.
Velen shook both of his heads together, laughing loudly, "You shouldn't have come to Draenor! After you die, how long will it take for the Army of the Light to send reinforcements? Five hundred years, or a thousand?"
Short-lived and long-lived species have different concepts of time.
If the Light-Hunter Kuber dies in Draenor, the Holy Light Era Project will be shelved, and the Army of the Light will likely have to wait thousands of years to make amends.
Therefore, Imperator Mar'gok and Durotan were able to launch their sneak attack with impunity.
Velen sneered, "After I devour you, I'll leave Draenor forever. The universe is so vast, you won't find me."
The Faceless Ones's enormous belly split open, revealing a terrifyingly large, round mouth that seemed to lead to Abyss, filled with rings of sharp teeth.
Velen grabbed Kubor's cube-shaped body with both hands and shoved it into the giant mouth.
"Velen, you won't devour me!" Kubor shouted anxiously.
The teeth spun rapidly, leaving countless cracks on the sturdy Naaru body. The dark energy from the Old Gods had invaded and Corruption Kubor's soul.
The Naaru's body merges with the Faceless Ones, and what follows is a test of will; the victor will gain control of the body.
This is an extremely dangerous test, where magic and mental strength are negligible, leaving only a pure contest of wills.
Kubor's will sank into the Abyss. He knew that once he reached Abyss bottom, the test of his will would begin. He growled with difficulty:
"Polat."
Polat is the name of an ancient planet, the home of the Light-Hunter Kuber. As expected of a Naaru Nobles has lived for countless years, he seized the moment to establish home-field advantage for himself.
Velen felt a sudden darkness before his eyes. When he awoke, he found himself on the cold seabed, with thousands of meters above him a layer of pitch-black ice, the thickness of which he couldn't tell. The ocean was filled with countless luminous objects of strange shapes, which he couldn't tell were plants or animals.
"This is bad."
Velen inwardly groaned; in a moment of carelessness, he had been dragged into the depths of Polat's memories.
Kubor's voice came from all directions:
"Welcome to my home planet, Polat. It's an ancient planet; let me think, it was destroyed by the Holy Light's Judgment about fifty million years ago, and I am the sole survivor. Above us is three thousand meters of solid ice, and then dust clouds over five thousand kilometers high. I still remember the first time I passed through the dust clouds and saw the brilliant stars; that awe is still etched deep in my soul. I must remind you, Polat means light in my home planet. Light is the most important resource here; without light, you will die."
Despite being on the defensive, Velen was full of confidence. In a contest of wills, the stronger the will, the stronger the strength.
"Sargeras," Velen murmured to himself.
Sargeras, the Dark Titan, was the most powerful life form Velen had ever witnessed.
The power of will coalesced, and after a wriggling motion, a winged Doomguard officer appeared.
Velen's heart sank. He had overestimated his own willpower. The Doomguard was skilled in fire magic and was at a disadvantage underwater.
"Neptulon, the Water Elemental Lords," Velen repeated.
Neptulon is best suited for underwater environments; it's his home turf. Unfortunately, Velen once again overestimated his willpower and had to settle for second best.
The third attempt at solidifying will has finally succeeded, with the Hydross the Unstable, the Water Duke under Neptulon's command.
"Haha, Velen, is this your will? You've really disappointed me." Kubor seized the opportunity to mock, "Let me show you my mighty will, the master of this planet, the master of the Blood Crown, the Invincible Kubor."
Clearly, Kubor intends to fight Velen in his pre- Naaru form, as it is one of the bodies he was most familiar with.
A strange, flattened, round creature appeared before Velen, shaped like the wheels of a carriage, with long, translucent crystals forming the spokes, and the outer ring made of rock-like minerals radiating a blue glow.
"I reminded you, Velen, that light is the most important resource here."
Before the words were even finished, the surrounding glowing creatures all went out, plunging into darkness.
Kubor's body emitted a faint light, revealing his location, but Velen was surprised to find that he could not move.
Without light, he couldn't move. Velen wasn't in a hurry. He looked at Kubor, who was leaning towards him, and smiled.
"I can shine too."
The Hydross the Unstable, who was once imprisoned in the Serpentshrine Cavern by Vashj with two beams of light, now has those two beams of light residing within his body.