Zovaal lost.
He lost in the confrontation of strength, in Eternal Ones's natural flaw of insufficient strength, and in the confrontation of mechanism.
Obviously, Domination, who is omnipotent and controls all things, has indeed caused terrible trouble to Diakum. However, the simple and unpretentious concept still cannot compete with Diakum's "fancy" new mechanism.
Not only is the superlative concept of "Eclipse" eroding and extinguishing the light of all things, Diakum itself naturally received the "reward" he deserved when he advanced Light-Shadow Twinborn to the perfect stage.
The seamless Light-Shadow Shift banished the concept of death for him!
As long as Diakum is willing, he can continue fighting surrounded by light and shadow.
Although you may not necessarily win, you will never fall into the tragedy of "losing".
To put it in jargon, the upper limit of this shameless mechanism that abandons the enhancement value and instead uses all the secrets for "Thoughtless Reincarnation" may not be high, but the lower limit is definitely guaranteed.
The holy flame is burning. It is a real stellar fire, as high as the sun. Even though Diakum, a master of metaphysics, cannot simulate infinite fission in the true sense, there are benefits to practicing metaphysics. The conceptual application of power allows him to release endless light and heat.
But Zovaal didn't scream.
He lost his weapon but was still fighting, like a burning giant. Even though failure was engraved on his body, he was still unwilling to give up the last chance to realize his ideals and desires.
Without weapons, he used fists and chains. When his fists were broken, and when the chains were broken, he used teeth and headbutts. When his left leg was also chopped off and forced him to fall, he also dragged Diakum into the ground battle.
Like a desperate fighter.
He will never give up until he is completely killed.
Such a fighting posture is really embarrassing.
Like a lone wolf who is about to die, knowing that there is no way he can save himself but still fighting until the last moment.
The fierceness of his will to fight seemed to make Diakum see a burning flame. No, a moth pounced on the flame that was ignited but tried its best to dance in the burning.
He will turn into ashes, but He will never regret taking this path.
Vigilant is also a scene person, he will give the Jailer a decent ending, so when he realized that Sunstrider Warhammer was overwhelmed, and Twilight Hammer finally started the "final promotion" under the catalysis of power and was temporarily unable to be used in battle, Dick decisively gave up the weapon and raised his fist.
It's a pity that the Jailer has not experienced the tempering of Monk. No matter in wrestling or fighting, he is far from the opponent of Diakum, the "prairie man" who has participated in Jed'hin Tournament since he was a child.
Fighting with two fists was no match for him. Diakum dragged him to the ground and killed him with ground skills. He finally got up and tried to fight, but Vigilant deftly dodged him. Then Holy Light responded with a burst of dragon that knocked the Jailer into the air, and was knocked away by an anti-matter whip kick surrounded by shadows.
When Zovaal landed in embarrassment, his Oathsworn Holy Armor had been shattered, and the big hole in his chest had burst into more cracks under the heavy blow.
Zovaal is different from other Eternal Ones.
In fact, he is not as "beat resistant" as the other Eternal Ones. The Phantom Phosphor bodies of the other four are at least complete, but Zovaal's core was poached from Arbiter a long time ago.
This means that He was actually a "disabled Eternal Ones" from the beginning.
His body had been damaged for so many years and had not been repaired, causing his body to produce more fragments under the heavy blow of light and shadow from Diakum. Even in the burning of the eternal Star Saint flame, his broken body began to melt.
This means that the temperature of the holy flame of Diakum has surpassed the concept of "high temperature" and has been endowed with a deeper ability to melt and destroy.
However, Diakum seemed to have made a "mistake" because there was something wrong with the direction of the whip leg. Instead, Zovaal fell in embarrassment and smashed into Creator's Holy Platform, which he had been unable to get close to before.
Among the First Ones and Grand Blueprint, Zovaal raised his head in pain.
He saw the largest Energy Well in front of him, and he knew that it was connected to the largest, most powerful and most potential energy point in Material World.
He knew that as long as he started it here, his ideal would be realized.
"Go! Go and stop him!"
Zovaal roared, exploding all his last Domination, causing dark and cold chains to splash out from everywhere, intertwining with each other to form a "wall of despair" between Diakum and Zovaal.
the Jailer knew that these Chains of Domination couldn't stop Diakum for too long, so he threw himself at Grand Blueprint's Energy Well in a panic before he had time to repair himself.
Every move He makes will cause more cracks in his True God Vessel, and every struggle will make the eternal fire burn more intensely.
This is simply the most horrific torture.
However, with the support of realizing the ideal, the Jailer actually completed the activation of Grand Blueprint in a very short period of time. As those Energy Well were activated, and as every node of the universe's star sea was lit up, the center and largest Energy Well also began to burst out with a faint blue satin-like light of creation.
"Hahahaha."
the Jailer laughed.
Still burning, He turned his head and looked at Diakum who was blocked on the other side of Chains of Domination in an embarrassed and miserable manner.
He originally wanted to tell Diakum that his ideal had come true! He would personally shape the Perfect Order in his imagination.
But at this moment, Zovaal saw that Diakum not only did not destroy the "Wall of Despair" he had arranged, but Vigilant himself even broke away from the fighting state, allowing him to return to the ordinary Human Form.
Diakum is drawing the famous triangle Holy Crest on his chest and reciting scriptures, as if he is holding a ceremony to comfort the soul.
There is no need to elaborate on who these verses are for.
He seemed to be sure that even if the Jailer activated Grand Blueprint, it would be impossible to fulfill his ambition to reshape reality, which made Zovaal feel a sense of anger at being slighted.
He turned his head, stretched out his hands, endured the dual pain of Eclipse and the holy flame, and stretched his hand into the Cosmic Rainbow Light that was constantly erupting in front of him.
He wants to shape what He wants Perfect Order!
He wants to create a beautiful future for all living things.
"You Big Bald Head, what are you going to do to me?!"
A voice full of anger exploded above Zovaal's already burning spirit.
It seemed to be a female voice, with unspeakable anger.
This made Zovaal's eyes widen. It was not until this moment that he thought of a very important question.
If the Energy Well he activated is connected to the most powerful and potential "energy point" of Material Universe, doesn't it mean that the target Energy Well is connected to at this moment.
"Boom"
Energy Well, which was emitting cosmic energy, had a wave of explosions from its mouth.
Those cosmic energies that were so majestic that they could reshape reality turned into ferocious fists at this moment. In Supreme Star Soul's angriest roar, he punched the Jailer's severely injured body.
This blow was brutal enough.
Knocking Zovaal out of Energy Well's mouth again, he threw it out in embarrassment and hit the edge of Grand Blueprint. Then he saw in despair that the lighted energy points were extinguished one by one in Supreme Star Soul's attempt to withdraw the energy.
It's like Zovaal's ideal fire that had been ignited was ruthlessly extinguished at this moment.
What's even more tragic than not being able to realize your wish is that you are clearly on the verge of realizing your ideal, but you can't take even one step forward.
"No no!!!"
Zovaal got up and stretched out his hand tremblingly towards the extinguishing universe Energy Well, but the next second, with the sound of Chains of Domination shattering and falling, Diakum came to his side.
Vigilant grabbed it casually, and Gleam zovastam, the incarnation of Annihilation with the cosmic glow, fell into his hands. With Diakum's last heavy blow, the Jailer's outstretched arm was cut off by the sharp war sickle.
The flying Eternal Ones arm turned into a geometric metal structure the moment it broke away, and then disintegrated into ashes under the light of Eclipse.
"I don't need to crush your last insistence, because Azeroth and the universe will speak out!"
Diakum dropped the war sickle and said softly:
"What you are doing is an impossible moth to the flame. I am not a sentimental reminder. From the beginning, this is an affirmative sentence.
You want to restore perfect order to the stars, but have you asked their opinion?"
"You"
the Jailer is kneeling there.
He raised his head with difficulty and looked at Diakum. He could not see the joy of victory in Vigilant's eyes. There was only a trace of compassion in those eyes wrapped with golden arcs.
It was like witnessing this tragedy that would eventually happen.
"You already knew"
He said:
"You already knew that Azeroth would resist?"
"Yes, I knew it a long time ago. I knew this ending before I came to Shadowlands."
Diakum sighed and said:
"The First Oness have left behind the great power to reshape reality, and any shaping requires resources. If you want to reshape reality, it means that you must first drain away the profound power of the Material Star Sea that exists as the foundation of Six Realms.
However, where is the greatest power in the Material Star Sea?
Is it Sargeras?
Or Pantheon?
No, neither!
Material Star Sea's most powerful force is Azeroth, and that is the "seed" left by First Ones to the future."
Vigilant raised his head and looked at this unfinished "perfect blueprint". In the Jailer's lament, he said:
"First Ones could have completed this perfect blueprint, but they gave up in the end not because they were unable to shape everything they wanted, but because they realized that a perfect future cannot be planned or shaped.
They did not give up longing for the perfect order, they just tried to realize it in a different way.
They left the "seed" named Azeroth in the Material Star Sea."
Dick reached out and patted the shoulder of the Jailer's broken body, extinguishing the burning star fire. As the ashes peeled off, he said:
"Azeroth has the power to determine the future, and what choice she will make when she wakes up depends on how all living beings treat her.
If sentient beings choose to protect, Supreme Star Soul will perform the protection!
If all sentient beings choose to destroy, Azeroth will execute the destruction.
Can you understand? First Ones. They ultimately leave the power of choice to all living beings. They are unwilling to create another System of Destiny that is bigger, more complicated, and boring. Therefore, you should not do this either."
Vigilant smiled and persuaded:
"I must come to Shadowlands after releasing Azeroth, precisely because I know that the world no longer needs the salvation of others, and her rise is unstoppable.
You can't do it, Sargeras can't do it, and neither can I!
future?
The future is already here!
Every past you see is a step toward the future, and you stubbornly choose to fly into the flames and become the last martyr of the old era.
I didn't stop you because I wanted you to see the future with your own eyes, so that you could embark on a long journey without any resentment."
"Oh, that's it."
the Jailer finally heard Vigilant's true words, and He finally understood all of this.
He lowered his head, and at the last moment when His illusion dissipated, revealing his true mechanical form, and heading towards death, He said:
"No wonder there was sadness in your eyes when we first met. It wasn't the sadness you gave to other people and sentient beings, it was the mourning for me, a person who doesn't know his own abilities. The moment we met, your mourning for me had already begun.
them
Did they leave the choice to all sentient beings?
Haha, what a beautiful statement, but isn't it just that you expect the wisdom of others when you can't do something yourself?
I still despise them!
I still won't forgive them.
Maybe they don't need it anymore.
Thank you for letting me see this scene. Thank you for letting me see a real road that is constantly extending. It is not perfect, it is even ugly.
But.
But its end leads to the unknown rather than a realistic possibility of tragedy, or that's enough.
Kill me."
the Jailer raised his head.
His Big Bald Head has faded away from those bright and obscure Dominion Rune, and He is turning into a broken machine that has lost all warmth and absorbed all Light of Life.
He is heading for irreversible defeat.
But Diakum did not execute the beheading. Instead, he took out the Arbiter Heart-Core that the Jailer had given to him before and suspended it in the palm of his hand. With the contact and integration of power and path, the "arbitration" path that belonged to the former Eternal Arbiter was quietly absorbed into his own power by Diakum.
As the Jailer said, arbitration is not the privilege of death, but the death of all things being equal makes it more vivid and real.
Diakum does not intend to retain this concept of power for a long time, he just needs to complete the final arbitration for a heavy soul at this moment.
So, when the Jailer opened his mechanical eyes in shock for the last time, Diakum stretched out his hand and placed it on his barren forehead.
He solemnly pronounced:
"Zovaal!
Former driver of Arbiter, Lord of the Maw, Domination, you had a beautiful and selfless ideal but used the wrong and stubborn way to achieve it.
What you lack is not a passionate heart to devote yourself to all things. What you lack is just the experience of going deep into mortals and understanding order.
I will punish you as a human being and ask you to walk across the sea of stars with bare feet, so that you can see with your own eyes the true significance of everything you consider as "flaws" to a mortal.
I want you to spend countless eternal lives as a mortal until you find the "Perfect Order" you want or when you realize the biggest mistake you have made, then I will allow you to return to the peace of Eternal Silence with the truth you have found.
You!
Are you willing to accept this arbitration?"
"I"
the Jailer did not expect that the first thing Diakum did when he got to arbitration was Judgment, his former Arbiter. However, in the face of this Judgment, Zovaal did not refute it in the end.
He lowered his head and said:
"I am willing to obey. I am willing to use my eyes to observe and learn from those beings who I regard as ants. I vow to eventually find the truth and return to peace."
"Then, arbitration takes effect!"
Diakum waved his hand.
Cosmic Soul, who belonged to Zovaal, was pulled out from the body that had stopped running. In the same style as Sire Denathrius threw the heinous soul into the Maw, he knocked the immortal soul into dust.
The soul of the Jailer will fall along the largest universe Energy Well, and his immortal soul will have all its brilliance wiped away in this fall.
He will fall into the world at the center of the sea of stars and use it as a traveling Qidian, and the power that belongs to Him will also be used to repay the lives of those worlds that were stolen by Azeroth in the past ten thousand years.
But at this last moment, behind Diakum, the Eternal Ones container that had stopped speaking out the last words Zovaal left for him.
"You say I'm like a moth attracted to a flame, so why aren't you?
Diakum Zastinss, you can comfort those mortals but you can't hide it from me. If you want to ignite the sun, you have to endure all An'she's Eclipse sufferings.
If An'she can't handle this, then neither can you.
You are also the firewood you have prepared!
But you are happy with it.
I am a moth loyal to ideals, fluttering towards the candlestick of self-sacrifice; you are a flame loyal to morality, which will eventually return to the glorious sun.
May you share my lack of regrets, and good luck to you, martyr."
"Martyr?"
Diakum smiled, shook his head and said:
"No, that's not my path! There are so many people waiting for me, how can I, an old-school Warrior of Light, let them down?"