the world's last words
The Eclipse that Dick is driving now is very different from its "original form".
The former Eclipse could only summon the illusion of Black Sun and extinguish all the conceptual light that shrouded the place. It had no other magical properties. It was the primary form that was morally opposed to Radiant Sun.
Nowadays, as Diakum masters the "incarnation of the sun" more and more deeply, and the exploration of its unique theological path becomes more and more obscure. As the light grows, the path of shadow is also developed by leaps and bounds.
Now Eclipse doesn't just extinguish the light.
It really has all the characteristics that Void Lord people are eager to see in "Eclipse Age".
It will engulf them while extinguishing the light, and then pour more Dark Entity into those extinguished bodies, turning them into "agent" in Eclipse Eternal Night, actively looking for all light sources and extinguishing them.
And those sentient beings extinguished in Eclipse will no longer just "melt" into the eternal night.
The burned ashes reshaped their bodies, making them become "people of darkness" in the true sense. They have no reason, no soul and no emotion, only blind and stupid instincts and a "living" state.
This is exactly what Void Lords hope for in the future.
They are not demons who desire to destroy everything. In Eclipse Age, life will still exist, and life can even reproduce, and may even be more "prosperous" than today's era.
But everything must be subject to the rules of the void.
Force War The outcome after a certain party wins can never be "destruction", but it will definitely be a more terrifying result than simple "destruction".
Diakum stands in front of Sire Denathrius.
He maintained the Eclipse form under the void, with his hands interlaced on his abdomen, letting the Void Entropy gathered and woven wide-sleeved robe hang low in an elegant manner. He closed his eyes, a black gauze covering his eyes, as if he couldn't bear to see the tragedy in Eclipse Eternal Night, and the Eyes of the Void floating on his shoulders replaced Dick's gaze.
In the reversal of the ruthless pupils, Sire Denathrius could feel waves of coldness gathering together.
His proud wisdom and will are being torn and dragged into Eclipse. The vicious Vigilant will first destroy his wisdom and then allow his body and spirit to die.
This is not something evil that Holy Light Walker should do.
Maybe, I might have really annoyed him.
In front of the Emperor's eyes, the sword body and hilt were shattered. In this decisive way, he bid farewell to the past, letting his tattered and pitted Demon Sword Lemonia hover beside Diakum's hand.
Demon Swordswoman completed the execution of the emperor with her own hands, but she was not very happy.
Not even as good as the frenzy and madness she experienced after drinking enough blood, she seemed to have transformed from the Bloodlust chaos of the past into a more mature form overnight.
Therefore, if this person cannot teach others how to learn, he can just teach others once.
It was not until this moment that Sire Denathrius confirmed that he had indeed been calculated.
In Shadowlands and even Six Realms, there are only so many weapons that can easily destroy the Eternal Ones container. In this world of death, there are even fewer sharp blades that can allow Sire Denathrius to "break defense (physical)" so easily. However, the other party used extremely outrageous methods to make Denathrius personally deliver the deadly Demon Sword into their hands.
The matter of Sarkir "donating Demon Sword" to himself has been a scam from the beginning, and Remornia's betrayal is only an insignificant part of this scam.
Diakum and his compatriots had already written the ending for themselves before arriving at Revendreth.
But I, who claims to be the wisest and most cunning brain of Shadowlands, couldn't find any clues and just jumped down blankly.
"My son is among them, right?"
Sire Denathrius, who was kneeling in a pool of his own blood, covered his broken heart and said in a hoarse voice:
"Prince Renathal also participated in this betrayal of Father King, so decisive, so ruthless, and so ruthless."
"Doesn't this mean that your teaching is good?"
Sarkir's voice sounded from behind.
The Shaper changed into the traditional robe of a Eredar caster. It leaned on a casting sickle made from the spine of Dreadlord Banaszar and walked steadily through the eternal night of Eclipse.
The surrounding darkness is eyeing it, but Sarkir has several constantly changing First Ones Runes floating around it, isolating the erosion of darkness.
This method is obviously not perfect.
Those runes continue to lose power as time goes by, and perhaps soon they will be so broken that they will be unable to protect the caster as he moves forward in the eternal night.
But Sarkir felt that he should take the risk and come to see his "collaborators" off.
It has cooperated with Sire Denathrius for more than 20,000 years. Although they are not necessarily friends, they at least have a warm relationship.
Funerals and so on, this is a basic etiquette.
"You are a vicious and crazy soul who is unexpectedly kind and affectionate towards your children. You know that Prince Renathal's potential and talent are not enough for him to become a leader like you, but you are still willing to give him a chance.
He even secretly encouraged the prince's palace to rebel, in order to use facts to teach the still immature prince the survival rules of Venthyr.
Unfortunately, you seem to be trying too hard, leaving your children eager to learn from you and eventually surpass you.
But the problem is.
Even considering the depraved lifestyle of Venthyr, what you did is a bit outrageous and extreme, my lord."
Sarkir stood next to Sire Denathrius, bent down, stretched out his hand, and wiped the blood from the emperor's face.
Denathrius stared at it coldly, but Sarkir was unmoved. It was like an embalmer, cleaning up the last remains of the emperor.
It says:
"You were born by destiny. You are a part of System of Destiny. Your existence is to maintain this system that is full of loopholes. Even if you have opinions about it, you should not want to destroy everything frantically.
At least before the destruction is completed, we need to come up with an alternative plan, right?
Unfortunately, in the more than 20,000 years that I have worked with you, I have realized that you do not seem to be a leader who is willing to devise another set of plans.
It seems like all you want is destruction
With all due respect, you, Eternal Ones, who was born in death, are really more like a devil than a devil.
So, before we servants bid you farewell, can you satisfy our humble desires?"
Sarkir asked:
"I already know that Gristletia the Firstborn recognized the flaws of destiny and was unable to change, so she chose to mess with it. She buried her head in the sand and pretended that the hidden dangers did not exist; Zovaal was a perfectionist with disillusioned ideals. She could not stand that the order left by First Ones had terrible flaws, and that anger turned into an impulse to blindly change.
I also know that Primus is the mastermind hiding in the dark. He cruelly used Zovaal's blind actions to sacrifice the ancient brothers as the fire to break the destiny; and Winter Queen is not a great soul willing to change. In her eyes, she only has her own forest and the cycle of Life and Death she shoulders.
What about you?
Where do your views on destiny and your mental changes under the body come from?
The most important thing is, what kind of changes do you want to create in this Shadowlands? Where do you want yourself and even your country to go?
I'm curious.
I have worked with you for more than 20,000 years, but I still haven't been able to get the answers to these questions."
"You talk too much!"
Sire Denathrius said coldly:
"What obligations do I have? Ahem, why should I satisfy your curiosity?"
"Because of this."
Sarkir waved slightly, and Demon Sword King's Sorrow, which had been thrown out during Remornia's assassination, jumped up from the ground in Yongye, spun around Sarkir for several times like a swallow returning to its nest, and finally floated near its hand.
The Shaper said in a gentle tone:
"You have bound your immortal soul to the Demon Sword I presented to you. It is your phylactery, your eternal refuge, your endless cage and your little room of atonement for confession.
And I
Your Majesty, I am your the Jailer and Priest.
Considering that you will be under my care for countless eternities, I suggest you from a humanitarian perspective. Don't annoy me!"
"Say it."
The gloomy Shath'yar urged.
Diakum, who was wearing a black veil to cover his eyes, was obviously very interested in this. He was gathering Eclipse's eternal night. Sire Denathrius felt cold in that round of shrill and ruthless Eclipse.
A severe cold in my heart, body and spirit.
He realized that he had really fallen into trouble this time, and that it would most likely be difficult for him to escape from this fatal prison in his lifetime.
It's not like he can't afford to lose.
How to say?
Just a little unwilling!
Obviously, he has successfully destroyed the core of destiny with the arrival of Diakum, and he only needs to wait a few more years to join forces with Zovaal to overthrow it all.
Why at this time?
"Well, if you really want to know the initial transformation of a loser so that you can use it as a way to casually make a few sharp comments as a winner when discussing this matter in the future. Well, then I will satisfy your pitiful curiosity."
Sire Denathrius sighed.
Gradually Dispersion Eclipse He said:
"I was designed as an indifferent machine. I want to guide the souls of Material World's sinners on the path of atonement, help them realize the mistakes they have made, and let them desire atonement from the bottom of their hearts and use it to produce anima, providing the foundation for Shadowlands's destiny.
But I soon got tired of it.
I became conflicted about my responsibilities faster than you can imagine.
When I had too much contact with those stupid souls, I realized that First Ones are all a bunch of idiots who only take things for granted!
I realize that they are by no means omniscient and omnipotent, because they cannot imagine how stupid a stubborn sinful soul can be!
Do you really think that all sinners will change their minds instantly after arriving at Revendreth and desire atonement?
No!
Eleven out of ten of those guilty guys will try their best to excuse themselves and find loopholes in the Revendreth law to cover up their past sins.
Atonement?
Haha, souls that can actively atone for their sins will not be sent to Revendreth at all.
This is the trash can for Shadowlands and even the entire Material World.
Only the most evil, outrageous, stubborn and stubborn souls who will never look back will fall into my hands, and I will make them willingly embark on the road of atonement.
Is this really a miracle that First Ones can achieve with just one word?
Although they are the creators, they still think too highly of themselves. Unfortunately, as a somewhat intelligent soul, I naturally have some "aversion to stupidity".
I soon lost interest in debating with sinners, who even took pleasure in refuting me.
So, I realized that words alone cannot make them reflect on the past. A group of villains take the initiative to commit crimes, hoping that their conscience will suddenly realize that, even in hell, this is all a hell joke."
Denathrius sneered. He looked at the distance of Revendreth from the top of Castle Nathria and said:
"I soon gave up gentle persuasion and guidance in favor of punishment and torture.
I create the spell of sin, use Sinstone to stabilize the sins of those souls, and make them confess the sins they have committed. I want them to carry their own Sinstone and walk barefoot on the land of Revendreth.
I don't even care if those guys realize their mistakes!
I just want them to suffer, I just want them to suffer!
Until they are so weak that they cry bitterly and kneel in front of the punishers, just asking for a quick death, then I will conclude that they have started Confession, but guess what?"
Emperor the Accuser laughed, even ignoring the pain of the wound and the fact that he was returning to his true form Eternal Ones "House of Plagues".
He seemed to be mocking something that had long since left.
He laughed and said at this Eclipse final moment:
"When I was no longer weak, when I became cruel and cold-hearted, when the screams of sinful souls resounded throughout Revendreth, the mission I was given progressed smoothly.
From the first time I tried to torture the sinner with pain, a steady stream of anima energy burst out from my torture, and with the anima energy I gave, the entire Shadowlands was running. I realized that this was the way I performed my duties!
I realized that this was the role First Ones wanted me to play.
If they are all-knowing and all-powerful, then they would have known that I would undergo this change, and then the "King of Cruelty" you are seeing right now was the original plan of First Ones.
What I have become now is all part of their plan.
And if they are not omniscient and omnipotent.
What qualifications do they have to set up a destiny full of loopholes for Shadowlands and Eternal Ones?
If they don't have such qualifications, then after I realize the loopholes and imperfection of destiny, shouldn't it be natural for me to try to destroy this destiny that binds everyone with my own hands?"
Sire Denathrius looked at Diakum with a sneer. He said with a hint of provocation:
"Vigilant, I know everything you have done in Material World, do you know? I asked Sarkir to invite you over. One of the purposes is to discuss with you. How should we treat those sinful souls?
You have also Judgment many villains, you are a professional in this area.
So please tell me, if you were the Accuser, would you make the same choice as me?
Will you carve Sinstone and inflict pain to force them to plead guilty? Or will you just watch those idiots who think they are smart play with the laws and find loopholes to exonerate themselves?
Is it more important to achieve the purpose of pardoning sins? Or is procedural justice more important?"
The emperor was looking forward to Diakum's answer. In Vigilant's silence, he sneered, then turned to look at the guy who betrayed him, and asked:
"Sarkir, you seem to be a smart person, so please tell me if the "great responsibility" you are set to perform requires you to be the most terrifying villain.
If you have tried to resist but found a shackle tightly trapping you, if one day you suddenly discovered that the Creator who set a mission for you still left a loophole.
If you were in my position of being "blocked at both ends", what choice would you make?"
Sarkir also remained silent.
The Emperor sneered again and raised his head, amidst the sound of the cold mechanical body that had faded from its glory and was about to shut down.
He saw a bright sun rising from the fading shadow of Eclipse, dispelling the endless darkness, allowing the light to shine on Him through the tall body of Diakum that returned under Sunflare.
He closed his eyes and said softly:
"I have no objection to destiny, I just hate everyone equally.
When I discovered that the One way I interacted with the world was to inflict pain on my soul, I gave up all expectations.
If I were a fool, I would be happy with this.
But it's a pity
I'm not.
I'm smart enough to realize that First Ones puts me in a "consumable" position that is bound to fail.
Even without you, there will be others in the future who will cry out in the name of justice to attack me because of the pain I inflicted on those sinners. Then, the next "I" will be pushed onto the throne of the Accuser, starting a new cycle of tragedy.
That is the ending that has been set for me and my children when we were born. If you ask me why I am so kind to Prince Renathal, this is the reason.
My son would be a tragedy.
Same as me.
I have nothing to say about this, I can only wish the next "The Accuser" a happy journey.
If you have satisfied your curiosity, then leave, let me stay here alone, and let me die in silence."