Chapter 608 69.People of Light Bathed in the sun and blasted into the arrogant night
King Dailin was arranged to bathe and freshen up in the once sacred and bright Storm Temple, preparing to participate in the "coronation ceremony" that he was not qualified to refuse.
This temple belonging to Tidesages is the "family property" of Lord Stormsong. This member, one of the four major families of Kul Tiras, monopolizes the religious affairs of this island country and is a proper "sacred valve".
It is said that the ancestor of the Stormsong Family was the first among the pioneers of Kul Tiras to pray to the tide.
There are several paintings hanging in Storm Temple, recording the scenes at that time. For example, there is a painting in the passage where King Daelin, who changed into a luxurious black robe, was walking through at this time.
He stopped.
Under the cold and subtle gazes of the escorts, Daelin turned to look at the paintings on the wall.
Above it is a man in ragged clothes kneeling on the beach, holding a big fat fish in his hands and singing and praying to the ocean. Dark eyes open in the water in front of him, like Tidesage God's observation and response, or like the outline of the exquisite sea of stars reflected in the dark night ocean.
"The ancestors relied on the gifts of the sea to survive the most difficult moments of pioneering. It is the sea that has nourished and prospered us."
Daelin leaned on a cane and said in a serious tone:
"Maybe I should pray under this sacred painting for thirty minutes to pay my respects to the tide that saved our ancestors."
The sea sages beside him looked at me and I looked at you. Finally, one monk couldn't help but whisper:
"Your Majesty, you have just used this reason! In front of the ancient picture "Tidal Blessing Battleship", you prayed for twenty minutes, but you couldn't even recite a complete tidal ritual.
I mean, I can understand that you want to leave some thoughts of your own on this day that will definitely be remembered by history, but the problem is that you have never been a devout believer.
So please don't make things difficult for yourself, and don't make things difficult for us."
"Uh okay."
Daelin King sighed, showed a sincere smile to the monks, and said:
"I'm sorry that it took me half my life to truly understand what belief in God of Storms means to Kul Tiras people. I hope it's not too late."
"Of course it's not too late, Your Majesty. It's never too late for you to feel the call of the tide."
The monk twirled his beard with satisfaction and said:
"After your coronation ceremony, I would be happy to summon all the monks in the monastery to discuss doctrine with you and share insights on storms and seas. But now, you can waste no more time.
Sleepless Ones are waiting for your arrival in Holy Land. Lord Stormsong will personally preside over your coronation. Under the witness and blessing of our God, you will become the eternal master of this land and ocean."
"I'm honored."
Daelin The king replied.
He looked with gentle eyes at the old monk in front of him, whose left eye had grown tentacles and half of his body was covered with seaweed and barnacles.
He is really trying very hard to control the fear and disgust in his heart. Even King Daelin himself doesn't know why he can still maintain basic sanity at this time. Why can he still be so calm?
It was obvious that he was surrounded by a group of all kinds of "real monsters and monsters".
Especially the female monk who is following him!
Hey, Sir, your lower body has turned into an octopus arm. It must be uncomfortable to support your body with your arm like this, right?
After all, you are not a gifted Squidward.
Daelin followed these "monsters" to the hall where he was about to be crowned. The guards in black standing on the surrounding roads each looked like the attendants who had escorted the king here before.
But when the king looked carefully, he found that their faces hidden in the shadows could not capture their appearance at all.
What's even crazier is that I can't remember the faces of the four black-clad guards who have been with me during this time. I even wonder if they really existed?
But what if this is all just a crazy nightmare?
"It's not!"
The voice in my heart that suddenly appeared after I called the sun seven times, gently explained at this moment:
"Don't attribute the truth of everything you see to nightmares and convince yourself to accept it with peace of mind. This is just an instinctive mechanism of self-protection when your spirit is on the verge of collapse.
But if you do this, it means that you have completely given up the fight against mental distortion.
You will surrender without a fight under Thousand Tentacle Demon's seat and turn yourself into a piece of meat on N'Zoth's chopping board, which can be cut however it wants.
As for why you suddenly woke up in just a few dozen minutes and completely got rid of the mental temptation and mental collapse and transformation of N'Zoth on you, this is because I just made a "Truth Surgery" for you remotely.
Don't worry about the process.
I healed part of your collapsed mind, calibrated your spirit to the level of a normal person, and gave you the temporary "Eye of Truth" so that you can see through all illusions, so that you can more clearly realize what kind of situation you are in."
He paused, as if to give the king time to accept the information.
Just when Daelin tried hard to maintain his expression and stepped into the gloomy and dark hall with a cane, he continued:
"I don't have the power of "dream", so I can't understand the principle of N'Zoth's great void spell, but I guess it uses you as a "ritual relay" to completely exchange the dream where N'yalotha is with the "reality" where you are.
In this way, falsehood becomes reality and reality becomes a dream.
It sounds like a lower-level extension of some conceptual power related to "illusion". However, the spirit of N'Zoth is also hidden in its Dark Empire. In other words, only by letting Dark Empire reappear in Material World can those warriors have the opportunity to go deep into N'Zoth's lair to execute it.
So, you have to do this next.
You have to complete this "coronation"."
"I'll die!"
King Daelin couldn't hold back any longer, his smile became stiff, and he roared crazily in his heart:
"Is this your solution to the problem? Wake up a person who is lost in a nightmare, and then ask him to actively embrace the nightmare? What is the difference between this and reviving a dead person and then killing him?"
"Death? I mean, you seem to be a little too optimistic about your destiny, King Daelin."
The voice smiled and said:
"When the coronation ceremony is completed, you will become the "king", not only the king of Kul Tiras, but also the king of N'yalotha·Slumbering City. The place where the king is located is the territory of the kingdom, so the place where you are is an extension of N'yalotha.
As long as you don't stop, the expansion of Slumbering City will not stop.
I'm not asking you to die, I'm not that cruel.
I am asking you to fall into the void and embrace Sea of Darkness. From then on, survival and destruction will lose meaning to you, and death will become a "false proposition" for you.
But if you don't step into it, how can you save the child that was taken away from you?
Remember?
Tandred·Proudmoore, your and Queen Katherine's third child.
If you don't step into it, how can you save your country?
Aren't you curious, where are the citizens of Boralus and even the entire Kul Tiras Island who failed to escape?
When you realize that you are about to fall into the void, you are very angry and scared, but what about those people? What about the people who call you "Your Majesty" and believe that Daelin can protect them?
Father, monarch, general, elder.
You have so much responsibility to fulfill, and the One way to accomplish it is to wear that Stormcaller Crown, wear that Voidstone Holy Crest, and hold that Abyssal Tidal Trident.
Ascend to the throne and become the monarch of N'yalotha!
When you hold the Void Realm royal power, you can command it to release those Kul Tiras people who are being swallowed up by the darkness and drowning."
Daelin had already walked in the dark hall directly below the "God of Storms" sculpture. In the long voice of Lord Stormsong, who was covered in shadow, the person who was about to ascend the throne hesitated whether to kneel down in front of the statue.
He raised his head and looked at the statue in the darkness.
In the past, in the eyes of the Ku people, the statue of Storm Church was just a very abstract concept of the ocean, much like an eight-clawed octopus. But now after blessing the Eye of Truth given by the strange guy, King Daelin finally saw the true face of God of Storms living on the statue.
An ugly thing like a purple rotten eggplant!
He was in a very magical state at this time.
N'Zoth was whispering in his left ear, tempting him to pull and embrace the royal power of Slumbering City·N'yalotha, while the unknown guy was whispering warmly in his right ear, not advising him to fight against N'Zoth, but encouraging him to bravely bear this burden.
But Daelin is a smart person after all.
He quickly realized that something was wrong. He was just a stripped "half body" at this time. He was not even a complete individual. It stands to reason that he could not resist the personal temptation from Old God.
If only one tenth of those legends about Old God were true, then he should have gone completely crazy the moment N'Zoth opened his mouth.
But now, I clearly heard the whisper of N'Zoth, but my heart felt unmoved and I even wanted to laugh. It was like I knew the answer in advance, and the guy who had peeked through the curtain watched the liar in front of me perform hard.
This is not normal.
"Are you protecting my spirit?"
Daelin said to the voice in his right ear in his heart:
"You resisted N'Zoth's void temptation for me?"
"I told you, I just performed a small "surgery" on you. Those Void Creatures who are lower than me can no longer influence you through the Wall of Hearts I have applied myself."
The gentle voice explained:
"So, I won't harm you. The current situation is that you have to make a choice between me and N'Zoth. So, do you believe it or me?"
"Who are you?"
Daelin stretched out his hand tremblingly, grasped the Stormcaller Crown that Lord Stormsong was about to put on his head, and snatched it away rudely, causing the Lord who had been "promoted" to K'xir to widen his eyes.
Just when Daelin put the abyss crown that could summon the power of the storm on his head under the gaze of all the "guests", he asked:
"I will believe you, but I must know who you are! Even if you die, you have to let me be a clear conscience, right?"
"Oh, who am I, you ask?"
The smile in that voice became even stronger.
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He also cleared his throat specially, and then replied in a more serious voice:
"I am the sun, also Eclipse; I am the dawn, also the dusk; I am the day, also the night;
I am light and shadow!
I am Diakum Zastinss, I am also Vigilant, I am also Emissary of the Radiance of Ten Thousand Days, and I am the rebellious god of Sea of Darkness; I am the hatred in the heart of every Void Lord, and I am also Tyrant of Light who wanders in every devil's nightmare.
I am the embodiment of hope in your heart, and I can also be the reflection of despair in your enemies.
It all just depends on when you want to call me and see me.
Crowned, Daelin Proudmoore.
Be crowned under the witness of the sun and Eclipse, and ascend the throne of the abyss! When Thousand Tentacle Demon N'Zoth dies, this N'yalotha·Slumbering City will not collapse again, because it already has its own king.
How you and the other Daelin decide the future is your business. I won't get involved, but I will give you two a second option besides reintegrating and torturing each other.
This is an invitation.
I am in urgent need of a cage in Sea of Darkness, and you are the one I chose the Jailer."
"You! Are you listening to me?"
When Daelin vaguely picked up Abyssal Tidal Trident and held the dim Void Stone in his hand, when the coronation ceremony was about to end, N'Zoth's roar sounded like thunder in Daelin's heart.
There was a hint of anger at being "ignored" in that roar.
Seeing Daelin's confused look, Thousand Tentacle Demon, who had been observing the coronation, became furious.
Although Daelin performed his duties perfectly, wearing Abyssal Trinity Relics became N'yalotha·Slumbering City and Kul Tiras's node allowed Slumbering City to finally open on this island land, but Daelin's behavior of listening but not responding made Thousand Tentacle Demon extremely angry.
In the past, only oneself ignored others, how could anyone dare to ignore themselves?
Hey, looking at the confusion on your face, I'm afraid you didn't remember what I just told you, right?
What?
Stayed up late last night?
Thousand Tentacle Demon issued a spiritual condemnation while preparing to emphasize the key points again, but the next second, N'Zoth discovered something was wrong.
I have been affected!
The anger just now was so inexplicable. How could I get so angry because of a mortal's ignorance?
The most important thing is that I just noticed that Daelin's will was swaying frequently, as if he was listening and nodding. If he was not listening to his own whisper, then
"You! Who are you talking to?!"
At the moment when Lord Stormsong loudly announced that the coronation ceremony was completed and Slumbering City·N'yalotha had his own king, when the guests cheered, when Slumbering City began to "fuse" with Material World's Kul Tiras, at that moment, N'Zoth's inquiry was late but arrived.
Faced with this problem, King Daelin shrugged.
The holding of the abyss Three Divine Artifacts completely cured his headache and weakness. He threw away his cane, strode forward with the majestic Abyssal Trident, and sat on "Abyssal Throne" under the statue of God of Storms.
He said loudly:
"Of course I'm talking to the Sun!"
"?!"
"The sun is whispering to me. He declares to me that the flame in the night is already burning, so that I don't have to be afraid to walk into the darkness you spread. He tells me that as long as there is a ray of light, all your dark intentions will be Dispersion!"
King Daelin let out a sigh of relief.
He felt the power given to him by the three holy objects, the power from the void. In their surge, the spells and all seals N'Zoth had placed on him were dispelled.
I retrieved my memory from the sea fog in my soul, so that I would no longer be confused by true and false lies.
He remembered Katherine and Jaina, he remembered Derek and Tandred, and he remembered all the correct history that had happened on this earth.
N'Zoth carefully weaved another life for him, stripping away the most determined, wild and persistent part of his personality, leaving only a "weak Daelin".
It's just a little short of getting what it wants.
"Diakum?!"
N'Zoth's dark roar resounded throughout Storm Temple's hall.
The big fish it set up this net to catch had just caught a glimpse of the water, played a fool on the catcher Murlocs, and then jumped out of the trap.
Amid the echoes of Vigilant's exaggerated laughter and N'Zoth's roars, Daelin, who was crowned king, held up Tidal Trident in his hand and shouted loudly:
"I, the King of Shadow Dweller of N'yalotha·Slumbering City, I hereby call upon the sun! The door of Slumbering City has been opened, and Thousand Tentacle Demon is right in front of you! People of Lights, bring with you the fire of your divine wrath.
Show up!"
"Boom"
A thunderous shelling exploded in the sky above Storm Temple. As Arathi people smashed the shells filled with Holy Flame onto the top of Storm Temple, the first dazzling fire burst out in this cold place.
Those Imperial Assassin Masters who had already infiltrated Storm Temple also seized the opportunity brought by this sudden change. Under the leadership of Pasonia and Jorachi, the assassins were killing as much as they wanted, and in the shadow under the light, the Kingslayer in Master Garona's hand had already stabbed hard into Lord Stormsong's octopus head.
Kul Tiras's faith leader? The Pope of Storm Tide?
Very good, I will accept your head. After all, Kingslayer will not kill the nameless ghost with a blade!
Chaos had begun, as the light of Teleportation Spell struggled to light up at the end of the hall. Under the somewhat helpless and relieved gaze of King Daelin, another version of himself in a pirate costume was striding over, holding a blunderbuss.
Behind him, the State Church Battle Clerics shouting "The Holy Sun is Supreme" waved their flails and giant swords and strode out. Those lunatics who seemed to have set themselves on fire blocked the exit of the hall, locking themselves in with the "guests" of ghosts and snakes in front of them.
Obviously, they have no intention of letting any Filthy Lunatics of the Eclipse Faction leave here alive.
This is part of the war between light and darkness!
This is the first step to rekindling your Sunflare desire!
The expedition of faith has already begun, and Arathi people, who praises the sun, is the pioneer of this "Sun Crusade".
"Here I come, you unfortunate man!"
The admiral shot a K'thir Warlock head to pieces. He grabbed his pirate hat and bowed to his other self on the throne angrily.
And the king cursed:
"You're late! Bastard."
"Why are you so mean? Why have I never found myself so annoying? Then let me go?"