Chapter 496 35.Holy Light shines on the Human Empire, Warbreaker's glory lasts forever
Diakum really had no intention of intervening in what he considered to be an "ordinary" duel.
Although Kuruul is indeed very strong, Eredun is already the second strongest person in the race of doomsday guards besides Kazzak.
But even if Diakum uses the loosest judgment conditions, he still feels that the current Kuruul will most likely not be able to withstand the third move in front of himself who explodes with all his strength.
This Greater Demon seems powerful, but it is still only receiving the reinforcement from Fel Force, rather than truly controlling its own path. In fact, it cannot obtain real power from Fel Force, but only relies on the super destructive power of Fel to show off its evil.
A typical Stat Monster does not even have the most basic mechanism.
Such a "simple and unpretentious" fighting posture can no longer keep up with the "dancing with demons" version of Azeroth today.
"I haven't thought much about this issue before, Kazzak, do you think there are many paths that demons can tread in Fel?"
Vigilant asked with spirit, Dawn Lord sighed and said:
"There are very few, it can even be said that there is only one, which is to follow the "Legion Path" path of Dark Titan and use violence to wash away the entire star sea. However, one path can only allow one Lord to reach the extreme.
In other words, demons who follow the will of Dark Titan cannot become Lesser God.
However, Fel is different from other forces. The authority of Fel belongs to Sargeras alone, which makes it difficult for other paths to appear in the Fel field.
If I have to say it, Illidari's Demon Hunters has found its own way.
Especially Illidan Stormrage.
The "Demon Hunting Path" he walks uses Fel's desire for destruction to destroy creations like demons, but it can still be recognized by Fel. This is why Demon Hunter has a great advantage when facing demons.
They have their own path and moral principles, while the devil only knows how to drive wildly on Legion Path."
"Don't Warlock have a path that is different from the above two?"
Dick said:
"And the meaning of Fel is not only destruction, but also chaos and destruction. I think Abyssal Lord's "crazy" way of pursuing the ultimate desire to fight seems to have the beginning of a path."
"Maybe, but they obviously can't go too far on the road of Fel. The road of Warlock is often cunning and tortuous. They are willing to take shortcuts, but the price is that they will become slaves to power."
Kazzak seems to have little interest in this question.
It stared at Kuruul's "ugly fighting posture" and said in an indifferent tone:
"Most demons are not good at thinking, but if you want the power of Tao to be profound, you must think, or at least have your own understanding.
I even think that even if the demons of the Burning Legion all walk the "Legion Path" of Dark Titan, there are still very few who can take this path to the extreme.
Sargeras is more than just a destroyer.
The demons cannot understand Sargeras's purpose of igniting the sea of stars, so they cannot receive the true blessing of Dark Titan.
Like this idiot in front of you!
Full of thinking that killing and destruction will please Dark Titan
It has obviously stayed on the land of Azeroth for six months, but it still doesn't know what to do. If Kuruul can make good use of time, organize an expedition with the demons of Stromgarde, and challenge Yogg-Saron or N'Zoth.
Even if the expedition fails, it will still be promoted to the electorate of Sargeras when it returns to Twisting Nether."
Diakum nodded and said helplessly:
"But how can we expect demons who are keen on destruction to have a clear mind? They pursue power, but the more powerful they are, the stupider they become. This is simply a paradox.
No wonder the devil cannot be born Fel Lesser God naturally, and Sargeras has to jump over to satisfy Fel's desire."
"So, Sargeras is not a bad person?"
After struggling to kill two legendary Fel Hound, he was injured. Varian, who was sitting next to Diakum and bandaging himself, couldn't help but ask.
Although he couldn't hear the mental communication between Diakum and Kazzak, he heard the last words Vigilant said.
This question made Dick look back at Varian.
He showed a complicated smile, put his hand on White Pawn's shoulder, injected Holy Light healing into him, and then explained:
""Good" and "bad" are relative concepts. For children like you, there is no need to delve into the difference. For you, no, for all mortals, Sargeras is the most terrifying villain in the universe.
But for those unfortunate guys like me who have glimpsed the nature of the Force, Sargeras's behavior does have a certain legitimacy.
That's part of the great cycle of the universe."
"Oh, I don't quite understand."
Varian The biggest advantage of this child is that he is honest and never pretends to understand.
Looking at the fierce battle in front of him, he couldn't help but ask:
"You really can't participate in it and kill Kuruul with one sword? Or you can use Holy Light to strengthen Marshal Lothar. This is not a violation, right? After all, Kuruul has used Fel to strengthen it.
This is not its own power."
"If you say you can't participate, you can't participate."
Diakum said seriously to White Pawn:
"Kuruul died in the hands of Lothar, and it died in my hands are two different concepts. If I intervene at this time, it will be equivalent to humiliating all the efforts of mankind so far.
A battlefield with humans, a battle with gods!
Although I am still far from the concept of "God", I should also be aware that you are not the kind of weaklings who cannot realize their ideals on their own, so it is enough for me to just watch.
At least with me here, Kuruul can't even think about activating the Demon Engine hidden under this Fel Tower, and throw out Apocalypse Bomb to send you and the entire Stromgarde to the sky.
Of course, you can also fight if you want."
"I can't. The energy of the four of them is too exaggerated. If I just touch them, I will die."
Varian sighed with some envy and said:
"I'm too young.
Lady Aegwynn said that she would not give me the trial of Saviors until I was sixteen. She also said that if World Mother needs a child to dedicate its future to his survival, then World Mother deserves to be destroyed."
"You can carry it clearly, but why do you think I should give you this Thunderlord Clan used battle ax?"
Dick asked:
"If I gave you an artifact, wouldn't I want you to use it correctly when necessary?
When your own strength is not enough, you need weapons to make up for your destructive power. Thunderlord Clan's battle ax can destroy most items in the world. This is the magic weapon he created in Titan Forge.
Greater Demon's body strengthened by Fel cannot stop the burst of Titan's power.
Of course"
Vigilant snorted, waved his finger and said:
"You only have one chance to take action, and I will never tell you when to use this weapon. After all, capturing fighter jets is the basic skill of a Sword Saint."
White Pawn blinked.
He glanced at the battle ax in his hand that was bursting with lightning.
Indeed, when he used this weapon to fight today, he had not yet encountered an opponent who needed to fight hard.
Thunder Axe is different from the extremely sharp Saramani. This battle ax is not that sharp but it can always defeat all the demons' defenses, as if this is its innate ability.
It's like a Thunder roar, making the enemy tremble and lose consciousness.
Even if it's just for a moment.
Varian seems to understand.
He stood up, grabbed the battle ax with both hands, and stared at the battlefield in front of him. When Khadgar and Rhonin were changing places, they flashed to both sides of the battlefield and used World Power to shape chains to Demon King Kurul was restrained in place, while Marshal Lothar exploded into Holy Light. At the moment when Ashen Judgment was about to be launched, White Pawn jumped up.
He only has one chance to interfere with the battle.
He swung the tomahawk decisively, just like the moment in his memory when Grom Hellscream used the Gorehowl tomahawk to chop into Mannoroth. Varian also swung the roaring Thunder and chopped it into the root of Kuruul's wings.
The blow was not fatal, and the attack direction was also poorly chosen. The lightning burst out from the tomahawk made Greater Demon's defense distorted. Amidst its roar, Lothar Gleam slid past its neck and body with Holy Light's battle sword.
The Holy Light that then erupted was like the sharpest thing in the world, passing away in a flash but killing everything!
"Poof"
Hot light burst out from Kuruul's neck and chest, causing Greater Demon's Doom Blade to fall to the ground.
It waved its claws in an attempt to seal the wound mixed with World Power explosions, but it couldn't.
The dazzling Holy Light was destroying crazily at its fatal point, surpassing the self-healing of the demon's Fel, causing its huge body to lose strength and stagger back, and finally fell under the throne ignited by evil flames.
It didn't look at Lothar or anyone else, but stared at Diakum who was looking down at it.
It struggled and said:
"You are despicable"
"It's really not me who intervened."
Vigilant explained patiently:
"If I were the one giving instructions to White Pawn, your head would have flown out seven seconds ago. Then the child's eyesight for catching fighter planes would have to be improved. On the other hand, your fighting skills are indeed far behind those of Kazzak.
The attack like just now will definitely not hit Kazzak. After all, your wings are not just decorations. Why not use both wings to defend against a sneak attack?
After you go back this time, take some time to practice your basic skills, Kuruul.
It's hard for you to be promoted to greatness like this, and you're not worthy of being nicknamed "Devil King".
Go ahead.
I won't purify you, so feel free to go back."
"Bah, curse you!"
Kuruul cursed with his last strength.
The moment Fel pulled away from the loser's body, its demon body began to collapse, and the crystallized Fel shattered like glass. Greater Demon did not try to use Burning Explosion to take away the mortals here.
No need to bother at all.
Diakum Here, its best efforts Burning Explosion can't hurt anyone, it can only add to the laughter.
Blanch!
Having such an "audience" is really disappointing. As Greater Demon, my desperate fight may just be a wrestling match to please him. This feeling of being unable to fight is so painful and humiliating.
No wonder during the 20,000 years since Diakum disappeared, Kazzak wanted to seek revenge like crazy.
White Pawn stood up awkwardly.
He heard Vigilant's comment, and when he thought about it carefully, he realized that he had indeed missed a good opportunity to sneak a beheading seven seconds ago.
But fortunately, I really helped Marshal Lothar win.
He grinned, walked to Kuruul's body, waved Thunder Axe and chopped off Greater Demon's head, and Lothar dragged the thing to the edge of Fel Tower. Looking at the fierce battle below, the marshal waved his hand and threw Kuruul's head down.
The ugly thing kept spinning in the air, and roared into the battlefield under the tower under the gravity call of Earth Mother.
A hellhound that was attacking Durotan was unfortunately killed by this "immoral" falling object from high altitude, and the demons nearby saw the devil's head and his dead expression.
They were frightened.
They all raised their heads and saw Lothar holding the holy sword high, trying their best to let their Holy Light bloom at the top of Fel Tower, just like lighting up the lamp of this evil dark tower.
Greater Demon is dead!
Stromgarde was recovered, Holy Light was lit on top of the tower, they won.
Humanity wins!
The entire Stromgarde fell into silence at this moment, leaving only the unwilling roars of the demons, as if a chaotic storm swept across the city, but the cheers and war roars that followed were like the rising tide of the waves, suppressing the roars of the demons.
"Come on! Kill! Lothar killed Greater Demon! We win! Alliance must win!"
Muradin Bronzebeard, this hot-blooded dwarf, is even more excited than humans.
He brandished Mountain King's hammer and battle ax, jumped down from the city gate, and smashed into the demon like a "short-legged cannonball," setting off a storm of slaughter with an attitude of joy.
Those Warriors also roared forgetfully.
They followed their commander and launched Charge on this street, not caring whether their own side had the upper hand.
They were so fanatical that their minds seemed to be filled with victory and courage.
This emotion was so intense that it seemed like invisible hands were brushing across the battlefield, igniting the heroic hearts of Warrior. On the other hand, the demons encountered the same dramatic emotional changes.
Emotions like fear, doubt, and sadness kept coming.
They seemed to have seen with their own eyes the unwillingness of Kuruul when they were defeated. That kind of despair enveloped them, making their frenzied desire to fight that should have been locked up at all times melt like falling snow in the sun.
Especially those low-level demons.
In the eyes of the hellhounds and imps, the humans who launched Charge towards them seemed to be taller than before, and those knights in armor were extremely scary.
They seem to be able to trample themselves to death with their feet!
"Run, run!"
A kid jumped up on the Cerberus next to him in panic, and drove his "mount" that was also in panic and screamed sharply:
"Kuruul are all dead, we can't defeat them! The barbarians of Arathi are so terrifying, they want to massacre us in this city, just like Huln Highmountain ten thousand years ago, run!
We failed!
Our army is defeated."
The shadow of failure is like a seed, quietly implanted in the hearts of these demons by someone who has no martial ethics, and breaks out through the screams of the coward. The moment it takes root and sprouts, it is like a plague that breaks out and infects.
Those frightened cowards are interference nodes, causing the demons around them to quickly lose their will to fight.
So, the Great Collapse happened.
Like a rapidly rolling snowball, it rolled across the battlefield, causing an increasingly uncontrollable rout, until the last cracks leading to Twisting Nether were torn open by the panicked Man'ari Warlocks, and the demons jumped into them without any armor.
Even the pilots of several Felsteel Annihilators dropped their war weapons and ran with them.
Even if as long as they control these powerful machines, humans will never be able to break through their power. But if people's hearts are gone, what's the use of guarding these broken machines?
"With all due respect, my lord."
Kazzak, who witnessed all this, curled his lips and said:
"Your methods of winning are becoming more and more "dirty". You can clearly defeat them head-on with powerful force, so why bother playing with their barren minds that are already full of cruelty and fragility?
This is not what the warriors of Holy Light did!"
In response to this comment, Diakum just shrugged.
Although he was only testing the secrets of Sha Power's use on large-scale battlefields, what Kazzak said seemed to be good.
Okay.
Then next time you encounter a demonic battlefield, use more upright force to defeat them.
The premise is that the devil really has the courage to challenge "Light Butcher".
Judging from Kuruul's reaction just now, Diakum is really pessimistic about this.
He looked back at the Iron Horse Knightss who rushed to the top of the tower, lifted Lothar up and cheered, nodded farewell to Khadgar and Rhonin, and finally returned to the Eredar spacecraft during the assembly teleportation that transformed into light.
Let humanity enjoy this victory.
They are about to enter a more brutal civil war. I wish them well.
Lothar climbed to the top of the tower higher on the Fel Tower platform, and he inserted an imperial Battle Standard of his own design into the place where the "Eye of Sauron" used to be all over Fel in the tower.
This is a very large flag, enough to be used as a bath towel for the dragons.
But precisely because it is huge enough, after being plugged in, people can see it anywhere on Arathi Highlands.
This is a very simple flag.
It is not the same as the imperial flag designed by King Terenas, which has all the logos of Seven Human Kingdoms painted on it in a rude and exaggerated manner.
Lothar simply placed the roaring shield of Lion on the red Battle Standard, embellished the name of the empire with runes in human language, and at the bottom was the virtue motto of Holy Light.
Lion represents human courage, the coat of arms represents human perseverance, the runes represent human wisdom, and the virtue motto represents human faith and good expectations and restraints on oneself.
These five things are enough to support a country that will be passed down to future generations.
Lothar originally wanted to call the empire he established "Holy Arathor Empire" to inherit the name of the ancient empire, but after experiencing so many things, he no longer planned to establish another "Second Empire".
"Just call it "Warbreaker Empire"!"
Lothar landed on the platform of the tower, looking at the battlefield below where there were still sporadic exchanges of fire. He stroked his sword of Strom'kar, the Warbreaker and whispered:
"Just like your oldest wish, the three words "Warbreaker" symbolize not only the internal peace of mankind, but also the unanimous determination of mankind to the outside world.
Yes.
We take up arms in pursuit of peace, and we will also raise arms in order to maintain peace.
I don't know how long this empire can last. Maybe I will encounter the same dilemma as you and see the empire fall apart after death, but at least while I am still alive, peace will definitely come!"
"Then you should have a child quickly, you idiot!"
Emperor Thoradin scolded:
"You must choose your heir before you die to avoid repeating my tragic mistakes. Look, your wife is here, hurry up!"
"Hey."
The marshal put the damn sword aside and looked back at Daenerys walking onto the platform. He glanced at the battle helmet he placed next to him and then saw the battle report in Daenerys's hand.
He shook his head and said:
"Tell me the anger in your heart and the pain caused by what happened to Garin. We just happen to be free at the moment."
"Humph."
Half Elf Commodore curled his lips, waved his hand and said:
"I will not tell my troubles to a man who is weaker than me. Although I believe you,"
"Then come."
Lothar moved his shoulders, hooked his fingers at his fiancée, and said:
"In order to hear the troubles and truth in your heart, I won't let you go this time."
"Are you serious?"
Daenerys looked at Lothar in surprise. The latter just curled his fingers at her and "presumptuously" signaled her to come over.
After realizing that the marshal was really serious, Half Elf also curled his lips, threw the Trol'kalar Divine Sword aside, clenched his fists and rushed forward.
Uh, I don't know if it's an illusion, but Lothar always feels that Holy Light is extremely active at the moment.
Like some kind of inspiration?
It's really strange.
"Why are you laughing? It's so obscene."
The voice of Archbishop Nali made Diakum on Golden Throne put away his smile for a moment, but then he couldn't help but smile and said:
"I suddenly discovered that the "Power Word·Pregnancy" magic that I tried to study before should not be so hasty and abandoned halfway. I think this thing is quite useful, so I decided to restart the research on this forbidden magic.
Perhaps it is not just the domain of Holy Light, but to achieve its effect, you may need some "Flesh Shaping" mysteries of the void.
As it happens, I'm good at both.
I can guarantee that someone will definitely use it.
Uh, don't clench your fists, I'm not talking about you, I won't give it to you or Twins, I swear."