Chapter 680 How can you, an immortal Eternal Ones, still have the same experience as Diakum, a naughty kid who is more than 20,000 years old?
As one of Eternal Ones of Shadowlands, Sire Denathrius, like Eldest Daughter, has the concept of the highest level of power given by First Ones. He was born as a god and turned his will into Land of the Dead named "Revendreth".
It was a completely different place from the bright Tranquility Bastion to the ever-noisy Maldraxxus.
Revendreth is the birthplace of all conspiracies, infighting and murder. It is a place full of sin. In other words, "sin" is the label of Revendreth.
Bastion accepts the souls of good people, Maldraxxus is as long as warriors and warmongers, Ardenweald is the eternal destination of all souls close to nature, and if you make a mistake that can be called a "sin", then in addition to Revendreth, only that ghost place the Maw will accept you.
Of course, if a sinner's soul is asked to choose between Revendreth and the Maw, 100% of the souls will choose the former. Unfortunately, not every sinful soul has the right to choose.
Choose?
Choose the "forgiveness" that is given to sinners who can still be saved!
The moment the heinous bastard is seen by Arbiter, he will be mercilessly thrown the Maw from the center ring of Oribos.
So in summary, System of Destiny set by First Ones for Shadowlands also has its simple internal logic.
Good people are blessed and evil people suffer.
This is probably the "universal value of the sea of stars" that all intelligent beings can accept.
It is because Revendreth only accepts the souls of sins that it has turned into a ghostly place that is always gloomy and has conspiracies flowing in the sewers.
Generally speaking, sin-ridden souls will be tortured when they arrive at Revendreth. Venthyr under Sire Denathrius are all masters of torture and punishment, but they do not torture the criminals for fun except to make them realize their sins and repent wholeheartedly.
Just like Kyrian bears the heavy responsibility of attracting souls, Venthyr vampires of Revendreth also bear the responsibility of extracting anima energy from the souls of sinners and providing precious resources to other countries.
If the entire Shadowlands is compared to a multi-functional machine, then Bastion is the feeding port, and Revendreth is the processing center for ingredients.
As long as this place operates normally, with the number of souls that Shadowlands receives every day, it is impossible for all the countries of World of Death to lack the use of anima. However, this ghost place has been suffering from anima famine for a long time, which fully shows that there must be a problem with Revendreth.
Other covenants and countries have sent people to Revendreth to ask for an explanation.
Unfortunately, Sire Denathrius always tells them that everything is normal, and the lack of anima must be caused by some problem of this kind. Anyway, it is absolutely impossible to have a problem with Revendreth.
He doesn't admit it, he's cheating.
Any dead person who is not stupid will know that Sire Denathrius is up to something. The problem is that they have no right to ask Eternal Ones to reveal the truth.
Especially after Primus, who was responsible for resisting foreign enemies and maintaining internal stability, disappeared, Sire Denathrius became even more brazen.
That guy basically stopped pretending now.
But Sire Denathrius, who is a master at conspiracy, is a real "scenario man".
This is not just His self-evaluation, but a unified conclusion reached by all individuals who have seen or heard of His reputation.
This guy is the kind of guy who, even if you kill his whole family and even strangle the guard dog to death due to his deep hatred, after meeting him, he can still hypocritically maintain perfect etiquette in front of you, and even greet you before cutting each other's swords, the kind of guy who takes "surface skills" to the extreme.
At least in terms of etiquette, Diakum really has never seen any creature that can compare with Sire Denathrius.
This guy has a kind of gloomy elegance, like a rose in the dark night. Even though you know that the sharp thorns of Bloodlust will prick you, you still can't help but be attracted to it.
To sum it up in two words, decent!
At this moment, even though Diakum had already thrown a "death threat" from Diakum, Sire Denathrius only showed slight surprise in his eyes, and the "enthusiastic fake smile" expression on his pretty face did not change at all.
Just like a "Eternal Ones fraud special solidified emoticon package".
"Why are you so murderous?"
The emperor shook the red wine glass in his hand and said in a gentle tone:
"I think there may be some misunderstanding between us. How about you come here now, let's sing and dance and explain this matter clearly. I really hope that I can maintain a good personal friendship with my distinguished guest."
"I will go to your palace, but not now; I will settle every account with you, but not now; I will go to this appointment as you wish, but not now!"
Diakum's tone was equally gentle, even though he had just thrown out a "death announcement".
He said to Sire Denathrius:
"I hope that when I appear in front of your palace with divine wrath, you will stop showing this smile that makes me very uncomfortable. I am a Holy Light Walker. I prefer to treat each other truthfully rather than being hypocritical.
I won't hide my dislike for you.
I have enough reasons to hate you. I know what you have done for a long time in the past. I know your relationship with Nathrezim. I also know what kind of bad things your group of "perfect spies" did in Six Realms under your instructions.
I won't hide the purpose of my trip.
Sir, I am here to "collect debt"!"
"Oh?"
The emperor became more interested.
He swirled the glass of bright red wine gracefully a few times, put it to his mouth and sipped gently, like a vampire tasting fresh blood food.
He said:
"But this is our first meeting. I really don't understand what "debt" there is between you and me? Could it be that you are the messenger of Dark Titan, coming to declare hatred for those things in the past?
That shouldn't be the case.
I feel that without my enthusiastic guidance, Sargeras, I don't know how long it will take you to truly realize Void Faction's desire for Material World and the evil deeds of those terrible Void Lord people in the real star sea."
"Xe'ra!"
Diakum did not hide, he chose to go straight.
He said:
"Because of the vicious "destiny" you weaved, a sacred spirit who should have had a bright future wasted countless years. If it weren't for my intervention, Xe'ra's fate would have been even more miserable. A selfless person who is willing to sacrifice everything for all living beings in the star sea will die worthless because of your manipulation and toying."
"Haha, that's a ridiculous argument, dear guest."
Denathrius laughed, even laughed out loud.
He said jokingly:
"History will never appreciate things that never happened, just as hatred should not come from those conspiracies that were not completed. You also said that your intervention changed the fate of Mother of Light.
You foiled my conspiracy, and I feel that the person who should be really angry is me, not you.
Now I'm laughing and you're so angry
Wouldn't this be contrary to Tiangang?"
"Then just keep laughing, Your Excellency."
Diakum is too lazy to continue chatting with this guy.
He raised his fist and punched the magic mirror in front of him amid the entanglement of light, causing the magical creation of Venthyr that was supposed to be indestructible to make bursts of shattering glass sounds.
As the mirror shattered and the cracks climbed and escaped, Sire Denathrius's figure suddenly shattered, as if it had been dismembered, but then trembled strangely in the next second and appeared in every fragment of the mirror.
Countless Him looked directly at Diakum, making the scene in front of him dark and twisted.
"Just continue to laugh and maintain your good mood, but to me, in the long time since you sowed the first seed of conspiracy until now, every soul who died in vain because of you has a debt owed!
I am a nosy Holy Light Walker, and I, a Warrior of Light who passes by Shadowlands, decide to bear the old debts that are crying and shouting in the corners of history, but no one pays attention to them.
This is my duty, this is my mission, this is my hobby, this is my goal!"
Dick said loudly:
"Every debt will be paid, every sin will be judged, and I am honored to be the one to bring you to trial, and when that day comes, please remember that I will be your judge, jury, and executioner.
I can forgive every soul in Shadowlands even Zovaal, but only you
Denathrius, you are one of the purposes of my trip!
I have many shortcomings, but there is one advantage that makes me very proud. When I set my sights on something, I will definitely complete it.
So, enjoy your dinner and may you live a long life, Your Excellency."
"Bang"
Another punch hit the broken mirror in front of him. This time, Holy Light exploded and shattered the magic mirror completely. At the moment when the entire Venthyr Mirror burned, the flames that climbed along every crack reflected Sire Denathrius's face that finally turned gloomy.
He could no longer maintain that disgusting smile.
He broke through.
At the moment when the light burned out, Diakum heard Denathrius's evaluation of himself:
"What an incomprehensible Holy Light savage. Oh, I am really blind. I think you are an interesting soul, burdened with the sins of the world, your vision has been stained, and you are just a piece of rotten wood that cannot transcend.
But that's it."
"Bang"
The wine glass filled with red wine was thrown to the ground by the emperor, and the wine and fragments were splashed and echoed with the burning magic mirror.
The two made one last eye contact through the mirror, and then all connections between them were completely severed at this moment.
The next time they meet, they will be sworn enemies.
But Diakum is not even afraid of the Jailer, but will he be afraid of Denathrius?
What a joke!
Conspiracy is never a weapon for the strong, it is a common strategy used by the weak to balance the situation. If a guy is good at conspiracy, he will definitely not be entitled to the title of "strong".
Have you ever seen Sargeras pulling Greater Demon to discuss how to use conspiracy to complete Burning Crusade?
Denathrius is the best conspirator in the world, which is enough to show that in a life-and-death battle, his threat is just that.
What's more, Sire Denathrius even had his "wife sword" taken away by Azshara. He didn't even have a weapon at hand. If he still had some sense, he would have planned an escape now.
"I need a container, a "phylactery", something that can protect my immortal will under any circumstances and help me escape when necessary."
The highest point of Revendreth, Castle Nathria.
In front of the broken magic mirror, Sire Denathrius frowned and said to the person beside him:
"It's hard to find something like this. After all, to carry the will of a Eternal Ones, you also need to complete perfect protection. I spent countless years polishing and shaping my portable sword. Unfortunately, due to some "unexpected factors", I accidentally lost her.
So, my dear friend, do you have any advice for me?"
"Of course, your caution pleases me."
Sarkir, still in the shape of Eredar and wearing a black robe, replied calmly:
"What I fear most is that you rely too much on your Eternal Ones personality and are dismissive of the harsh words Diakum just threw. I must emphasize again that Diakum and I have some connections.
I can tell you clearly that he was not bluffing just now.
He was really angry.
Even I have never seen such an angry form several times, which proves that you may actually encounter some risks.
However, as long as you treat it carefully, this risk will not be enough to affect the future of Eternal Ones. As for the container you need, although I have similar knowledge, your high requirements make it difficult to obtain such a container at will."
Sarkir hesitated for a moment and whispered:
"But among Maldraxxus's Ritual Court, there are outstanding Lich from the entire star sea. I feel that we can't find more professional consultants than them on the issue of "phylactery".
Of course, we can only consult similar knowledge. This phylactery left to the noble ones must be shaped by us throughout the process and must not be faked by human hands.
I heard that your "collaborator" has a mysterious "Runecarver" under his command?
Did Frostmourne and Crown of Domination come from it?
That kind of skill, paired with perfect knowledge, is enough to create what you need."
Speaking of which, Sarkir, who had officially resigned from "Fel" and joined "Death" and gained a position below one person and above ten thousand people in Revendreth, took a look at the emperor's private area.
His eyes passed over those gorgeous weapon racks, he shook his head and said:
"The most important thing is that you are in urgent need of a magic weapon that can withstand the power of Radiant Sun and Eclipse! This will prevent you from being at a disadvantage when facing the furious Diakum.
I think we can do both things together."
This suggestion made Sire Denathrius nodded with satisfaction, and he said:
"Create a weapon and use it as my "talisman", just like the Remornia I have lost. When I think of my sword, my heart screams."
"But that shameless thief has been thrown into the Maw by you!"
Sarkir said coldly:
"So what if she is Azshara?
So far, no soul can escape from the Maw, she is dead!
She will be tortured there until she is desperate, and then you will appear in front of that ridiculous mortal as "Redeemer". At that time, the proud Azshara will also become a loyal dog under your feet."
"Don't do this, my friend."
The blood in the emperor's eyes was beating, but he waved his hands and scolded:
"Gentlemen like us cannot curse a graceful lady so obscenely, but you are right, Revendreth really needs a queen who is powerful enough and can convince everyone.
When a new destiny is established, I hope that Ms. Azshara will be the retinue who will escort me to the throne of death.
Then, just do as you say, Mr. Sarkir.
You, the most outstanding spell caster in the star sea, will go and blend with those Lich to obtain the precious knowledge in their hands. I will use my connections to complete the forging of the container.
Speaking of which, considering the blood feud between you and Diakum, the uncivilized barbarian, perhaps you also need a similar "protection".
Do you want me to order an "Eternal Amulet" for you too?"
The emperor said in a gentle tone:
"You're welcome. I'm happy to make some insignificant gifts for my loyal friends. I'm always generous when it comes to a perfect friend like you."
"Well, then it's better to be respectful than to obey."
Sarkir touched his chin cheerfully and said:
"I want a skull, my own skull. Alas, my once perfect skull was chopped into pieces by Diakum's sword. I am a nostalgic person.
I hope to start my immortal career serving you by wearing that iconic piece of jewelry.
However, I have another suggestion"
Sarkir said softly:
"If you want to spread your influence to the Material Star Sea in the future, then perhaps when you choose the material of the amulet, you should choose some magical materials that can project your Divine Might to the other side of death.
I mean, maybe we should go to Ardenweald, Life and Death and Great Cycle form the foundation of all the worlds.
If you could have a sharp blade that could span life and death
In the future, you will not only be able to ascend the throne of death!
Since you want to become a king, why not just attack the most gorgeous throne?
You have also commented that Winter Queen is an extremely boring woman. How can such a person continue to hold a high position under the order you will establish in the future?
If Shadowlands is finally unified, then you should start preparing for the extension of your royal power from now on!
You will rule over all the dead and all the living.
But considering that your palace is in a state of undercurrent every day, and there are people who are afraid of the world being unstable, it is best not to leave this matter to others. I am willing to go there with your loyal son and personally find the most perfect amulet materials for you."
"What a great idea! Just do it."
Sire Denathrius's eyes lit up, he nodded with satisfaction and said:
"Oh, Sarkir, my wise and trustworthy friend, how can I live without you in the future?"