Don't you really think I'm a good person?
On the balcony where Sanctum of Domination could enjoy the "The Maw scenery", the two guys started PY trading.
The three Eternal Sigils in the hands of Diakum come from Eldest Daughter, Winter Queen and Primus, Zovaal The mark in 's hand comes from the mark of sin given to him by Sire Denathrius a long time ago, and from the core of Eternal Arbiter that was kicked to a halt by Diakum.
Theoretically speaking, although Judgment Sigil originally belonged to the Jailer, this thing was actually "gifted" to him by Diakum.
After all, without his acquiescence, Relic Crafter would not have been able to escape Veiled Market with that core.
That is a display of "sincerity".
Without this prerequisite, when Diakum arrives at the Maw with the covenant army, what greets him will not be the Jailer, but a steady stream of the Maw troops.
the Jailer obviously knew this, so under Diakum's gaze, he took out the core that once belonged to him.
says:
"I have checked, and there are indeed First Ones Runes left by the Attendant of the Godss as restrictions on my heart. Those First Ones servants are afraid of my recovery, but now I no longer need it.
The power of domination is more suitable for me to fulfill my desire to reshape reality than the power of arbitration. Perhaps I should thank my brother Primus for his efforts in shaping it."
"But haven't you ever doubted that this was Primus's plan from the beginning?"
Diakum asked:
"He said that he designed and shaped the power of domination in order to suppress you, but the power he shaped is so suitable to be used to match the power of First Ones to reshape reality. Is there a possibility that Domination is the "weapon" specially given to you by Primus?
Have you considered it?
You may have been pushed to the forefront by your cunning brother in this way!
He also desires to see the destiny that binds you fall, but He takes a more cunning way and uses your hands to accomplish this?"
the Jailer fell silent.
After a moment, He shook his head and said:
"It makes no sense. If this is what I want to do, then regardless of whether Primus is behind the design, I will embark on this path. Instead, I should thank Him for sending me Domination.
As for what my brother actually wants, that doesn't make sense.
When I complete the reshaping of reality, He will also be included in the scope of this reshaping, and He obviously also has many flaws.
If He was going to stop me, He would have to confront me. However, He used a conspiracy.
He dare not face me!
My brothers and sisters all longed to break free, and I noticed it when they Judgment me, but no one except Denathrius dared to really say it.
I don't hate them, I just feel sorry for them.
Therefore, whatever they want to do but dare not do, I will do it for them.
That's all."
After saying that, the Jailer handed over Arbiter Heart-Core in his hand, handed it to Diakum, and said:
"You "sent" this thing to me, and now I return it to you. I can no longer use the power of "arbitration", but arbitration is not the privilege of death. Perhaps you who are shaping "Holy Light Heaven" need it more than me."
Dick blinked his eyes and looked at the core that contained the concept of the most advanced power given by First Ones. He said:
"Is this a bribe? Even if I accept it, I will not give in at all when we negotiate terms."
"No need!"
the Jailer waved his hand and said angrily:
"You have defeated the destiny under my watch, forcing Shadowlands to enter a new era. You have done what I failed to do, and you should consider it as my reward for you. Even after I reshape reality, you and your High Heaven will be included in that perfect order.
Next, I want to make my first request.
Listen up, Diakum."
The Sigil of Absolution in the Jailer's hand broke away from his fingertips and floated in front of the two of them. He said:
"I require your High Heaven and the Holy Light Force you control to abide by their duties and not expand wantonly in the name of faith, so as to impact and interfere with the operating logic of other forces. You cannot actively provoke a war between Holy Light and other forces!
In the future Perfect Order, there is no need for war!"
"Sea of Darkness and I will have a battle."
Dick said:
"That's to light the sun!"
"You didn't initiate this incident, and I'm not asking you not to fight back if you get beaten."
the Jailer said coldly:
"Sea of Darkness's dogs have been blindly moving in the shadows for countless epochs. They deserve to be punished."
"Okay, I agree."
Diakum nodded, and then let the Dutifulness mark of Eldest Daughter emerge from his palm, juxtaposed with Sigil of Absolution, and he said:
"The Mawsworn I want under your command are all Mawsworn. You can understand it as me borrowing your army and letting Primus lead them in the near future. Join me in Material World to complete the war with the Burning Legion.
The term of this "lease" expires until Burning Crusade completely fails.
Until then, all Mawsworn must do their best to obey my orders and defeat the devil within the entire Material Star Sea battlefield.
And in the future, whenever there are signs of Burning Crusade restarting again, Mawsworn must be involved on behalf of death."
"Those are two requirements!"
the Jailer said without giving in:
"You have to pay two marks."
"Okay, the last one is invalid for now."
Dick shrugged, took a step back, and said:
"But I believe that when the wave of destruction set off by Fel sweeps across the star sea and breaks the balance again, your brothers and sisters will not turn a blind eye."
He made a "please" gesture, the Jailer let his Judgment Sigil float out of his fingertips, and made a second request.
He said:
"Zereth Mortis will be destroyed!
Including the Zereth Ordus that I don't know where it exists yet, and other holy tombs that First Ones may have left in other realms.
Regardless of whether I can complete my reshaping of reality, or whether you or I get out alive in the end, we must fulfill this duty.
First Ones left a piece of "Legacy" that should not be explored or even known. This is a very irresponsible behavior. If the power to reshape reality is hidden in every Sepulcher of the First Ones, then they should not exist!
There should be no "Creator" in this world or any world.
Once individuals understand the existence of the Creator, they lose confidence in their own abilities and instead attribute all their desires to the Creator.
Those civilizations that have potential will therefore become blind believers in the Creator, and will rely on the Creator's grace to achieve great deeds that could have been accomplished by their own hands.
The existence of the Creator will make the sea of stars ignorant and chaotic.
There should not even be "gods" and "powers" in any world!
Power leads to desire, desire develops into covetousness, coveting provokes conflict, conflict creates chaos, and chaos evolves into destruction.
When power is too easy to obtain without paying a price, everyone who has power but lacks self-control will become a walking source of chaos."
From these words, we can roughly get a glimpse of what kind of blueprint the Jailer wants to reshape the reality.
But Diakum shook his head and said:
"I don't agree that even without supernatural power, mortals will still start cruel wars and conflicts for various reasons. They will sit back and watch their own kind be slaughtered by another group of similar people because of their different ideas, and they will use their interests to convince themselves to turn a blind eye.
Human nature cannot stand the test, let alone be tested. I dare to predict that even if you erase the existence of all great forces and impose restrictions on all forces, you will not be able to prevent civilization from sliding into the abyss of war.
But civilizations are called civilizations because they can crawl out of the quagmire on their own and get on the road again.
However, although I do not agree with your point of view, I will agree with your request.
I also think that the "Creator" should not exist, especially when a group of guys who are neither omniscient nor omnipotent want to create "Perfect Order" arrogantly, that is the beginning of disaster.
I will agree to your second request.
No matter who leaves Zereth Mortis alive, they will devote their entire lives to eliminating all traces of First Ones left on Material World and Six Realms until the existence of First Ones is completely forgotten."
the Jailer nodded with satisfaction.
He took a step back and made a "please" gesture. His two requests had been stated and approved. Now it was time for Diakum to state the remaining requests.
Diakum raised the mark of Winter Queen and said:
"If I failed to stop you from reshaping reality in Zereth Mortis, then I hope you can separate "Life and Death's Great Cycle" from the reality you reshaped, so that it will no longer be bound by any system such as "Destiny".
This cycle is the foundation for the existence of the physical universe and Six Realms. It should be above the conflict of the Force and expanded to all Forces.
The great cycle should not only include Life and Death, but also light and darkness, order and chaos, and other opposite and unified things."
"This is really a big project."
the Jailer sighed:
"Are you really a Saint? You put the balance and operation of this world above all your own interests, and try your best to promote it. You can completely ask me to do something that is more in line with your or Army of the Light's interests."
"No need, I understand the rules."
Diakum grinned and said:
"If I want something, I should get it with my own hands instead of relying on some great power that can make my wishes come true. Do you want to agree or deny?"
"It's difficult."
the Jailer thought for a moment and said:
"I can only promise you that I will do my best but I cannot guarantee the result. The most important thing is that if we have to have a life-and-death battle under First Ones's grand plan, then you can completely hope to defeat me and then complete the matter yourself.
The great power left behind by First Ones does not prohibit nobles from other camps from touching it, you can absolutely."
"I will not use that thing! No way, I will not let myself become the creator. My personal ethics will not allow myself to be the source of chaos."
Diakum emphasized with emphasis:
"If I want something, I should get it myself."
the Jailer nodded,
He felt Diakum's determination, and at the same time he also realized that the war between him and this respectable soul in front of him was inevitable under First Ones's grand plan.
Frankly speaking, this made him feel regretful.
He has never respected a soul so much. He can feel that Diakum is a rare person who can understand all of his wishes. Although this is the first meeting between the two of them, Vigilant's deep understanding of him surprised even the Jailer.
However, Zovaal doesn't hate this feeling.
No matter how lonely you are, you will long for a confidant who can understand you, even if you will kill him with your own hands for your own ideals.
What a pity.
the Jailer thought so, looking at Diakum, waiting for his last request.
But Vigilant closed the matter and let the last Eternal Sigils belonging to Primus be held in his palm. Under the Jailer's surprised gaze, Diakum shrugged and said:
"That's all I ask for. There is one left that I have decided to keep. Perhaps my friend Medivh will announce this request. And when that time comes, this is the last thing I want you to do.
I guess, as a guy with a very high personal moral standard, you shouldn't break your promise, right?"
After saying that, he let go of his hand and floated the mark on the last cup.
Five Eternal Sigils formed a quite unique geometric shape in the air, and the five marks had some kind of resonance and resonance.
As Diakum and the Jailer watched, those beating "lines" were constantly rotating, reverberating, and singing driven by some extraordinary energy.
They resonate with each other like the most harmonious notes in the universe, and in the beating of golden light, the lines shaped into hexagons are continuously stretched, copied and reorganized.
Just a moment later, a golden door opened in front of their eyes.
The road to Zereth Mortis is open!
It is a strange area that never exists in any known dimension and cannot be described or summarized by any physical or metaphysical rules. Its existence itself challenges Diakum's understanding of metaphysics.
However, before Dick could take a closer look at the door leading to Zereth Mortis, he was slapped out by the Jailer.
Dick had already drawn Sunstrider Warhammer when he landed. He even thought that the Jailer was going to break his promise and go to Zereth Mortis alone to fulfill his ideal.
But it turns out that the Jailer Zovaal and Diakum have extremely high personal ethics, and all the promises they made will be fulfilled perfectly.
He slapped Diakum away to protect him!
Because when the Gate of Zareth'Moth was opened, some "things" inside also sensed the crack and rushed out frantically.
Those golden, white, and silver mechanical creations roared out like a swarm of bees. They were all composed of geometric mechanical bodies. Those ball joints and structures covering First Ones Runes were their unified features.
However, other than that, these "First Ones creations" have no unity whatsoever.
They are molded to a very high level to simulate everything in the world. They are obviously mechanical bodies but have all the characteristics of the simulated things.
Diakum saw a "Primal Contract Giant Wolf" stepping on mechanical claws, waving its tail shaped by energy flames, and rushing towards him covered in energy like burning flames.
Sunstrider Warhammer swung up and bombarded Primal Contract Giant Wolf. It was obviously as hot as a star, but it only shattered its torso, but failed to completely destroy it?
"Don't attack with the Force!"
the Jailer also grabbed a very gorgeous and ferocious "skull" warhammer from Dominion Rune's beating, and used both hands to attack those First Ones creations.
He reminded loudly:
"First Ones's creations were born before the differentiation of the Force. They possess "original power". The influence of the Force is useless to them, so they use physical attacks.
Or use the same power as them!
If you know how to dismantle First Ones Runes, then your power can be effective on them."
"Fancy!"
Diakum still doesn't believe it.
He swung his war hammer and struck out with Enemybreaker Swordsmanship's skill. Under the Fivefold Chaotic Slash bombardment, all the First Ones creations that besieged him were shattered and dismantled.
However, he had to admit that the Jailer's warning was right.
Simply applying the Force is useless to these guys. They must either use physical destruction, or they can only learn First Ones Runes to dismantle the opponent's power.
However, these "original organisms" that rushed out first are just appetizers.
At the same time as the horns of Sanctum of Domination sounded, and in the reverberation of the Maw's earth shaking, a large and astonishing First Ones creation roared and stepped forward like a prehistoric monster into the territory of the Jailer.
the Jailer, who had been calm all this time, widened his eyes at this moment.
He roared:
"Huanyu Disassembler·Hylendus?! Those Attendant of the Gods are really crazy! How dare they throw this monster into Shadowlands!
Quick!
Follow me!"
the Jailer called Domination to complete the arming for himself. In the shape of Gleam created by Oathsworn Holy Armor, He turned back and shouted to Diakum:
"Hylendus is responsible for dismantling everything. If we can't stop it here, not only the Shadowlands in your eyes will be dismantled into the original "Genesis Phantom Scales", but the entire Material Star Sea and other Force Realm will not escape the fate of being crushed."
Diakum stared at the giant equipment, moved his body, and sighed:
"Oh, Hylendus, the nightmare-like combat design, and the tragic memories of guest appearances as "pedicure masters" came to my mind again. But the supreme Queen Azshara, are you just hiding aside and watching?
You don't want it to be known that you eavesdropped on the conversation between the two distinguished men, do you?
Come out and help fight!
It's common sense that the Iron Triangle needs a spellcaster!"
PS:
Recycler Hylendus: