Tonight, the "participant" who had personally participated from the arrival here to the establishment of the Dark Empire, was suppressed by Titan and finally escaped from the cage, and almost witnessed the prosperity of Azeroth from ancient times to the wilderness, finally appeared.
Just above Silithus Desert, on top of its Titan cage, "Thousand-Eyed Demon" C'Thun arrived.
It sensed the shadow aura of Diakum.
It hopes to talk to this individual who is being watched by Void Lord and Sea of Darkness. It is Old God who shoulders a lofty mission. It came to Azeroth to create the most powerful "Void Titan" for Sea of Darkness, and it is not really here to fight and kill.
It would be best if the two sides could explain their conflicts and turn their hostility into friendship.
During the breathless transfer brought about by riding Kah'er - Abyss Wanderer, Diakum jumped back and forth in the shadows, and finally arrived in a desolate desert.
He raised his head and looked at the gloomy sky tonight. The sea of stars in his eyes turned into purple corrosive nebulae in the flow of light. In the reflected void illusion, the entire galaxy had fallen. Countless planets had grown flesh and blood. Countless star rings opened their eyes. Every dim star point in the sky was a corrosive planet from Material World.
On the ground, the looming ancient city appears in the light.
Huge black obelisks stand on one platform after another, and countless Faceless Ones and N'raqi servants kneel down to remember the past of the Dark Empire.
Those powerful and ferocious Qiraji generals guarded the statue of Old God and the fallen Holy Crest. The pale and bright and magnificent "Twilight" covered the sky and stained the sky with a cold look.
In such light and shadow, Thousand-Eyed Demon rises from the darkness.
It was like the entire sea of sand had turned into its "Black Blood Pool", allowing the twisted and formless dark flesh and blood to be projected in front of Diakum's eyes like a mountain.
A pitted rotten onion!
This is Diakum's first impression of this.
Judging from the appearance alone, this is indeed the case. The body of C'Thun has a "round" shape, with indescribable flesh and blood splitting from the top. Outside the dark body, there are swelling scars and large open mouths. In each dark mouth, there is an eyeball of different sizes rotating.
The tentacles spreading from the bottom of its body are like giant black snakes, raising tendrils with sharp bone blades and ferocious suckers around Black Blood Pool. Each tendril has different thicknesses and lengths, and the tops of the tendrils are covered with sharp teeth like lampreys, and there are also eye stalks protruding from them.
Thousand-Eyed Demon Maybe there really are a thousand eyes
"Why does Void Creature always decorate himself with things like eyeballs, giant mouths, tentacles, and bone blades?"
Facing C'Thun's depraved majesty, Vigilant was unmoved and even in the mood to judge. Diakum asked helplessly, while Shadow Word sneered and explained:
"Because the void wants to spread the truth! Because the eyeballs can see the truth, the mouth can spread the truth, the tentacles can shape the truth, and the bone blade can protect the truth. You think it is ugly because you fail to understand its shaping logic!
In the eyes of a true wise man of the void, every twist of flesh and blood on Old God's body has its own meaning.
That is the flesh and blood magic pattern of the Void, a taboo that cannot be viewed and interpreted by mortals. Of course, this thing does not conform to the superficial aesthetics of mortals, but we, the Void, do not care about the nonsense of fools."
In Voidform, Vigilant, who is wrapped in shadow and lifted up, crosses his hands in front of his body, letting the shadow and shadow merge into one to form a windbreaker cloak that covers his body.
As the light mark on Dark Archon's forehead was beating, he looked at C'Thun, waiting for the other party to speak.
"Walker in the void, I will give you a gift.
I will grant you the favor of Thousand-Eyed Demon and share the truth of Flesh Shaping with you. I will grant you Eye of C'Thun to make all enemies fall to death. I will grant you Claw of C'Thun to make all living beings surrender.
If you seek healing, Thousand-Eyed Demon's ascension is also in your hands!
Magic Plague, which poisons all things, is no more than a scabies disease in our eyes. It can be cured without medicine by simply chanting to the void."
In C'Thun's dark illusion, ninety-nine eyeballs rotated to look at Diakum. The mental impact contained Thousand-Eyed Demon's thoughts.
The first contact was not indifferent, on the contrary, there was a hint of peace, the words were full of blessings, and generous conditions were offered.
Diakum saw the insect swarm in the desert stepping out of the insect nest. He saw the illusion of millions of insects being commanded by him to conquer the world. He also saw C'Thun's eyeballs growing out of his shoulders, and he used Twilight's Eye Beam to execute all things.
The scene changed again, and he was walking around the world in black clothes again. Every touch of his fingers could make the weak infected people recover instantly, and countless devout believers knelt at his feet.
He in that illusion was so powerful, like the messenger of destruction and savior of the void, his mere movements could make the world tremble.
But no matter how powerful he is in the illusion, it is still fake, not to mention that Diakum can achieve these so-called "bewitchments" by himself.
Therefore, faced with the conditions offered by C'Thun, he remained unmoved. He just moved his fingers and said:
"With such richness, there must be a request. Just say it, I'm listening."
"You have real enemies waiting to be dealt with. Fel's roar resounds across the stars. I am not your enemy! My insect swarm will fight for you, even for the world. As long as you nod and agree, you will have a deeply Abyssforging "savior army"."
Thousand-Eyed Demon then spoke.
Its tentacles waved, using dim light to outline the memories of the Burning Legion's last invasion of the world of Azeroth, causing the surrounding illusion to show burned towns, collapsed giant trees, and those who fled in fear. The despair and pain of Trolls and the elves, and even those the Afflicted in War of the Ancients, turned into spiritual inspiration and attached themselves to the emotions of Diakum.
In that war-torn "surround viewing experience", C'Thun's dark words echoed:
"Leave, leave Silithus, leave Qiraji Empire's territory!"
Simple, clear and indifferent tone.
It's not a request, but more like an order.
"Heh, it seems that the glorious title given to you by Sea of Darkness is indeed ineffective against a void boss of this level."
Shadow Word said jokingly:
"It comes with bad intentions and uses both soft and hard tactics. It gives you gifts and warns you. It's really hard to deal with and it's really hard to make a choice.
But if you can really get Qiraji Empire's insect swarm, then at least protecting Eastern Continent's poor Human King country from being invaded by demons is really not a big problem. If that Lothar is here, he might really agree."
Diakum pretended not to hear anything. He had no interest in this "transaction" and said to the projection of the ancient god in front of him with an indifferent expression:
"You occupy Chamber of Heart?
You used it as a crack to inject corrosion into World Soul, and the Titan built a cage to suppress you, but you took advantage of it in turn.
Yogg-Saron is still playing hide-and-seek with Titan Keepers. N'Zoth is hiding in the deep sea forbidden area dreaming of rebuilding Dark Empire. G'huun, that "God-Forged Abomination" who does not belong to order and does not belong entirely to the void, only wants to pollute the star sea.
Only you, C'Thun!
Only Thousand-Eyed Demon is still fulfilling the ultimate desire of the Dark Empire, and only you are still conscientiously pouring the corrosion from Sea of Darkness into Star Soul.
It's such touching loyalty.
But alas, that's what I came for!
Compared to the battle between your insect swarms and demons, the despair that your tentacles weave in the darkness is the real noose around the neck of this world!"
Facing Diakum's straightforward rejection, more eyeballs in Thousand-Eyed Demon's illusion turned to look at Vigilant.
Even though it was just an illusion, the real mental pressure was still like a cold noose wrapped around Diakum's neck, pulling at him every second and making his breathing more difficult.
But unfortunately it's just a projection.
From the perspective of Diakum, who has now recovered from his weakness, it is a bit whimsical for C'Thun to use this thing to entertain himself.
"Bang"
Fallen Edict's Twilight protection shattered C'Thun's suffocating grasp. After realizing Vigilant's determination, Thousand-Eyed Demon's flesh and blood trembled.
It seemed to be laughter, but also some kind of anger.
"Moving forward means war, and in the boiling shadow, everyone will leave you!"
Thousand-Eyed Demon whimpered and threatened:
"You have already lost yourself, whether in the light or in the shadow. Even your servants look down on you, as if you are driving a lost puppet. You only have yourself, and I have an empire!
Ak'agthshi ma uhnish, ak'uq shg'cul vwahuhn! (Our numbers are endless, our power is beyond imagination!)"
"Then let's meet Zhen Zhang on the battlefield."
Diakum raised his hand and made a "war" gesture in the tradition of Eredar, and said:
"Send your empire and let your swarms run across the desert to try to stop me! I wgah far'al zuq ni shn! (I will let you turn to ashes!) But the most darkly humorous thing is that I have no intention of completing any deal with you.
Because, no matter who wins or loses in this battle, if you survive, you will be forced to stand on one side of the world.
If the devil really takes over this place, you will be the first to be dragged out of the broken lair and burned to death!
Poor thing!
In order to protect the meal you covet, you have to replace those Titan Keepers who are unable to perform their duties and become the secret Shadowguard soldiers of Azeroth. Oh, when the order is unreliable, the gangsters in the void have to go into battle for the opened treasury.
What an irony.
But that's the intricacies of Six Forces.
You and I are both in it, there is sky and abyss, there is light and shadow! I can't escape, and you can't escape either! Y'za noq mah, Y'za noq ormz. (We are not the first, and we will not be the last.)"
Vigilant waved his hands to repel the spiritual temptation from Old God. In the broken light and shadow, he said loudly:
"Prepare for war, C'Thun, not just to fight me, but to protect your poor possessions and your humble desires from the Burning Legion's heavenly fire."
A cold wind blew across the desert of Silithus. When the cold moonlight shone down again, all illusions disappeared without a trace, and the sea of stars returned to normal. When Diakum looked up, Shadow Word said with regret:
"The negotiation failed. Neither you nor it wanted to resolve the issue peacefully."
"Then get ready to attack! C'Thun thinks it has great advantages, but"
Diakum looked at the meteors flashing across the galaxy. He moved his fingers, feeling that his body had regained its full strength and that he was about to complete the Path of Light and Shadow trial. He said:
"The holy sword in my hand is not bad at all!"
On the navigation platform of the Crystal Forging and therefore magnificent Naaru spacecraft, the Army of the Light Archbishop Oreses, wearing a bright robe and holding Crested Gold Staff, strode forward.
The tens of thousands of years of war have made her much more mature than before, and her "bad girl" temperament has long been worn away by the war.
Constantly traveling between different worlds and fighting demons in different time streams made her almost lose her perception of time. It was as if the decisive battle in the world of Argus was still yesterday, but sometimes it felt as if it was as far away as millions of years ago.
This situation gave her a unique sense of vicissitudes of life.
However, "time disorder" is not just a symptom of Oreses. All Army of the Light veterans have more or less similar problems. Fortunately, they are a unique Eternal Life species and are not very sensitive to the passage of time.
And Oreses, who has already been Lightforging, doesn't care about such a problem. Her fair skin is emblazoned with holy patterns and radiates light, and the light seal of the Archbishop of War suspended on her forehead shows courage and perseverance.
Wherever she went, those Army of the Light Lightforging Warriors saluted her one after another. Even the technicians who were repairing the equipment stopped their discussions and looked at their commander-in-chief with admiring eyes.
This spaceship is not in perfect condition.
In fact, the small fleet led by Oreses and her sister did not set off directly from "Light Cosmic Domain" in the sea of stars. They obtained Naaru while performing war missions. Mida's message. After learning that "Vigilant" had awakened and that Draenei Clan was not extinct and was still fighting the devil, he immediately changed course to join the tribe and protect them.
This is the rule set by Army of the Light when it was founded. They must put the safety of the Eredar clan as their top priority.
However, due to the diversion in the middle of the war mission, this small fleet is not at full strength. More than two thousand Lightforged Warrior also have some injuries. The most important thing is that their fleet needs to be repaired during the flight.
The conditions are very difficult, but fortunately the Lightforging warriors have long been accustomed to fighting in such a difficult environment.
Just yesterday, when they passed by a star field, they easily annihilated the Burning Legion second-line troops that were invading a certain world. By the way, they used Light's Judgment and "Light Burial" to destroy the planet that had been occupied by demons.
"How long will it take for us to reach the target star field?"
Oreses looked at the changing star map on the navigation platform and asked in a low voice.
Naaru A'dal, who was responsible for piloting, sang an ethereal voice, and the powerful and holy Naaru responded:
"We will enter the large star field where Azeroth is located in one day, and it will take three days to actually reach the planet Azeroth. However, our positioning with Mr. Diakum has always been smooth, so we will let the fleet enter the atmosphere of the target world and directly reach the area where Vigilant is located through space transmission.
According to the information Archbishop Nali shared with us yesterday, Mr. Diakum is preparing for a war against the evil creatures of the void.
In his plan, our fleet needs to arrive at the battlefield at the right time as an "attacker" and use the Light's Judgment naval gun to launch orbital strikes on the ground to coordinate the ground army's attack."
Having said this, Naaru stopped and said in a more serious tone to the archbishop who was listening carefully:
"The target of this battle is a "mature" Void Light-Dark Aggregate. In the combat system of Army of the Light, this creature is marked as extremely dangerous. Its threat level exceeds that of ordinary Greater Demon and is equal to the threat of facing Great Demon Lord directly.
Therefore, I must remind you, Archbishop Aurelesis, this battle is extremely dangerous, you and your Warriors must be prepared!"
"One Old God?"
The archbishop frowned and said:
"Why does Commander Diakum regard the void as its enemy? As far as I know, Azeroth World is facing a demonic invasion from the Polluter faction.
Based on my understanding of the void forces, they will be in a passive defensive state before launching the "final engulfment" of the target world. Judging from the current situation, the threat of the Burning Legion is obviously higher.
There must be something hidden in this, right?"
"Yes, the intelligence shared by Archbishop Nali shows that there are three mature Light-Dark Aggregate lurking in Azeroth World, and there is also the remains of a critical Lesser God Old God.
That world has been corroded by the void for more than 100,000 years."
A'dal shared the information and said:
"The reason why Vigilant launched a war against Old God at this time is probably related to his ongoing road trial of Light-Dark Twinborn. He believes that Old God will be the last hurdle before the end of his trial."
This caused a flash of anger in the Archbishop's eyes.
She said in a deep voice:
"So, Commander Diakum puts his own personal interests ahead of a world security threat? And as a Holy Light Chosen, he actually steps into the shadows?
A'dal the Exalted, do you think this is related to the fact that Draenei Clan did not receive proper instruction from Naaru during the two hundred years of his fall?
Or, let me put it more directly!
Is there a possibility that Commander Diakum has reached the edge of depravity?
He needs to use a Old God as the target of the trial, which is very similar to the steps of some "fallen to god" rituals in my understanding. As a People of Light, how can you seek wisdom from the darkness?"
Faced with Archbishop Aurelesis's inquiry, A'dal remained silent.
This holy and powerful Naaru no longer sings, perhaps because it feels that these Lightforging Warrior are a little too Tai Chi, and Diakum is directly allowed by Primal Light to walk on the path of light and darkness.
That's a trial from Holy Light Force. Why do you People of Light have to be wary of this?
"You should believe him!"
After a few seconds, A'dal's song sounded again, and it said:
"He is Eredar's hero and your mentor."
"But Xe'ra taught us"
"Xe'ra is not here!"
The conversation between the Archbishop and Naaru ceased.
Oreses knew that he had accidentally violated the taboo of A'dal the Exalted. Although they were both members of Army of the Light, Naaru also had doctrinal disputes with each other. Mother of Light Xe'ra and A'dal the Exalted were walking on different paths.
"Then, please continue to perform your navigation duties and remind us when you are about to arrive at Azeroth."
The archbishop took the initiative to take a step back.
She was full of respect for A'dal, she said:
"At the same time, let the technicians maintain the secondary guns of Light's Judgment. Firing the main guns in the atmosphere is likely to cause a geological disaster that damages the continental shelf. Even the secondary guns must maintain low-power operation.
When arriving at the battlefield, I will lead the Warriors to enter with the teleportation cursor!"
"Well, let's go and rest."
A'dal rotates its body, emitting a gentle light, and reminds:
"You and your sister have not fully recovered from the injuries they suffered when fighting Destroyer Mannoroth. Azeroth World's combat level is very high. You must protect your own safety."
"Thank you for your concern and may Holy Light bless us."
Oreses bowed, turned and left.
Her exquisite high-heeled shoes made of crystal made a crisp sound when they collided with the ground, and the fishnet stockings looming under the cassock were probably the last bit of the archbishop's "stubbornly retained" characteristics of his past self.
She did not go to rest, but came to the central area of the "Tempest Keep" starship and issued the commander's summons in a conference room.
After a while, five commanders arrived one after another.
In this conference room, Oreses's back was turned to them. Surrounded by the flying holy patterns, she turned her hand, which was Holy Light's 10,000-year-old "Light-Sculpted Prayer Beads", and said calmly in the style of a big shot:
"Brothers and sisters, I have bad news to tell you about Commander Diakum. He may have embarked on a dangerous path under the temptation of darkness. We will go to support him, just like the oath we made when we left Genedar.
We will save him from the darkness and bring him back to the light at any cost!
Just like he did for us.
But if the odds are stacked against us and we can't wake him up from the darkness, then we have to prepare for the worst."
The Archbishop turned around and looked at the five companions behind him who had fought together for tens of thousands of years.
She said:
"If that time comes, can we, in the name of Holy Light, draw our swords against the commander who has lost his passionate soul to darkness?"
"I think your brain is broken! What did that stubborn Naaru put into your head?"
"Crescent Blade" Fareeya slapped the table with a bang, and she scolded:
"Commander Diakum will never fall into darkness! He has always been a symbol of light. Draenor, haven't you read the battle report over there?
Instead of worrying about him being seduced by darkness, you might as well worry about him Consecration being in the light too much, completely burning his own humanity in order to fight against fate, and becoming as crazy as those fanatics under Xe'ra!
That's right.
I'm talking about you and your sister!
Only guys like you who have been with Xe'ra all year round will regard Vigilant as a possible the Fallen.
We have told you a long time ago that there is something wrong with Xe'ra's thinking!
I had already asked you and Saloras to be transferred to the combat unit in charge of A'dal the Exalted, but you two sisters just didn't listen!"
"Don't think I don't know."
Holy Light Grand Magus Imira snorted coldly and said:
"Xe'ra has given you a secret mission this time. You two sisters are going to find the son of prophecy for it in Azeroth, the "Light-Dark Child" who doesn't pay attention to it at all in the sea of stars. Huh, what a genius.
But if this burning star sea can really be saved by a son of prophecy, then what are the sacrifices and nearly eternal battles we have made over the years?
Oreses!
I advise you to calm down. If you dare to do something dangerous to Commander Diakum under the influence of Xe'ra, the five of us will never let you go!"
Silence fell in the conference room.
After a few seconds, the Archbishop shook his head and said:
"Skip this topic and discuss the details of the war. The enemy we have to face this time is a Old God and its insect servants."
"Insect swarm? Are you going to fight the insect swarm again?"
Marksman Barat rubbed his forehead, as if recalling some bad memories. He glanced at his left hand with only four fingers, sighed and said:
"Damn it! I hate the swarms, their creeps, their eggs."
"Why does Void Power always like to recruit the same insect life forms on different planets to fight for them? Do you still remember the insect swarm prophet we killed before?"
Imira rubbed his eyebrows and complained:
"That guy almost tore my heart apart with his mental whispers. I hope Azeroth's insect swarm doesn't have that kind of terrible thing, but Commander Diakum is still so capable of causing trouble. Old God, tsk, a dangerous and terrifying opponent, it seems that the fanatics will have to be used this time."
"After arriving at the place, first smash a few Crystal Tower down to pull away the psychic protection, and then Archbishop Saloras will use battlefield-level Mind Storm on the insect swarm to interfere with their insect swarm thinking!
Fareeya and I teleported to the surface with the zealots, and cooperated with Commander Diakum and his troops to advance. Tramon and the Templars later provided support.
Remember to prepare some more Solar-Powered Battleaxe!
That thing has extra damage to Swarm Lord."
Several commanders began to discuss tactics, but Archbishop Oreses remained silent.
At this time, she was trying hard to recall the experience she and her sister had with Commander Diakum in Argus. There was no problem with her memory. Those scenes seemed like yesterday, but it was like watching other people's lives, and it was difficult to make waves.
This seems to be no problem. After all, Xe'ra said that reason is the first priority in becoming a leader.
Ah, Commander Diakum, I hope you can still maintain your sanity.