The memory of Warrior of Light decided to participate in the grand event
When Diakum opened the red wooden door that appeared at dawn, he found that he had arrived at a strange place as expected.
Set on a ship.
What kind of ship is this?
It is completely black and full of unknowns. It presents two completely different forms in Diakum's eyes. In its mysterious appearance, this ship is very majestic, like the most perfect medieval sailing warship. It is decorated with mysterious and luxurious reliefs everywhere, as well as a clean and open deck, and the hull is moving forward with full sail, steadily cutting through the waves like a floating island on the sea.
It seems to be full of a rather mysterious and majestic atmosphere.
However, these little tricks can't hide Lord of Dawn's pair of Eye of Truth that have reached perfection.
He blinked and saw that beneath the gorgeous appearance, hidden was a ghost ship filled with sinister winds, filled with dead souls and aura of death, like a hungry monster.
After getting rid of the illusion, Diakum could even smell the ship's malice and fear.
It is like a living creature looking at the uninvited guest with the eyes of "food", but it is also afraid of Diakum surrounded by Light of Dawn. For such evil spirits, the light that pierces the darkness is their eternal nemesis.
Vigilant did not immediately start Dawn God-Sword to destroy this malicious ghost ship. After all, the ship was currently sailing in the "Star Sea", surrounded by vast galaxies, and strange energy vortices were constantly beating like not-so-kind waves. If he lost this carrier, he would be forced to physically travel through this star realm that he was not familiar with at all.
Therefore, based on the principle of caution, Vigilant allowed himself to temporarily suppress his desire to purify evil things, stepped on the deck that was completely shaped by the keel and was wailing in the burning light of Dawn, and looked back at the "way he came".
That door is still there.
This gave Dick some peace of mind.
Then, he noticed some details of the door.
It was an ordinary-looking mahogany door. The texture and material were nothing worthy of further investigation. What the One needed to pay attention to was the brass door handle on the door.
Upon careful observation, Vigilant discovered that there was a very precise scale on the door lock. In Eye of Truth's presentation, the door lock was not a device for opening or closing the door at all, but more like a high-end magic item full of artistic flavor.
The guy who made this is definitely a master of enchantment and inscriptions.
At least, Diakum has never seen a similar device in Ms. Vilara's laboratory. This device is so exaggerated that even its outermost inscription embellishment has twelve interference rings.
Although Dick knows nothing about these magic techniques, he can tell that this is no longer the category of "manufacturing".
This is completely "showing off skills".
He hesitated for a moment, and on the deck of the windy ghost ship, under the gaze of the ghost sailors who were hiding to avoid Dawn's irradiation, he put his hand on the brass door lock, turned a few notches bit by bit, and listened to the sound of gears clanking from this thing.
Unexpectedly, this random twist actually caused the door to open quietly.
It seems that these scales are not decorations. This is obviously a conceptual "arbitrary door" that can lead to different worlds according to different conversions of the scales.
Vigilant took a deep breath and pushed the door open again.
As expected, that side was not the Argus he was familiar with, but reflected a burning galaxy. It was a very young universe. The dim light of its star sea Gleam represented that it had not been born for long, and the "foundation of the universe" that was born at the beginning was engaged in a fierce confrontation.
That is obviously the original confrontation between order and chaos.
But it is burning, it is an ongoing war, and the power of the Order side is obviously no match for those counterattacking shadows.
Countless worlds are wailing in the fire of chaos, and countless creatures are praying for hope in the war. How can Diakum, a passing Warrior of Light, sit idly by with such a scene?
So, he took a step forward and planned to enter it and clean up the "weak and evil" in front of him.
What kind of level are you, the evil that appeared at the beginning of the universe? Just learn from Sargeras and turn on Burning Crusade, right? Let you not learn well!
But just when Vigilant rolled up his sleeves and was about to jump into this strange young universe and burn all the evil bastards to death, a hand suddenly pressed on his shoulder.
Then, a drunken voice sounded helplessly and persuaded:
"I can understand your jealousy. After all, in the legends of those "old guys", you are a weirdo Saint who can single-handedly bring the moral level of the entire Brotherhood back to normal.
But I advise you not to go there.
It's not that I'm afraid of those little evils, it's mainly that this universe has just been born, and it's too fragile to be able to carry a glorious rising sun like you.
If you really go through, you will burn to death the evil ones, the good ones, and the entire galaxy. Didn't you pay attention?
The sacred timeline of that "rural place" has just been established at the meeting of "Origin" and "Terminus". Oh, by the way, those are also the two "little brothers" of our organization.
But they have different systems from us.
Unless it's a life-or-death situation, they're unlikely to be involved in the exhausting series of damn things we're responsible for without overtime pay."
Diakum raised his eyebrows.
He didn't notice the appearance of the guy behind him, but he was certain that he was everywhere in this ghost ship, and the aura he exuded made him feel "familiar".
Vigilant let go of the door handle and gave up the plan of going to this new universe.
But he couldn't turn a blind eye to the evil before him, so he waved his finger and let a Dawn light shine into it, hanging high in the galaxy to dispel the darkness of the howling and killing. The moment the wooden door closed, he vaguely heard a young voice expressing gratitude to his "big brother".
Well, that's what people call it.
It seems that the guy behind him didn't lie, and he was indeed one of his own.
"Void?"
Dick turned around and looked at the young blond man leaning on the jib mast behind him, wearing a cool pirate captain decoration and a black eyepatch on his left eye.
This guy has a lot of bits and pieces on his body, and every part of it is unique. His open pirate blouse reveals his chest, which has exaggerated large tattoos. Vigilant noticed his pirate captain hat, which has an obvious Zandalari style, and this guy's face looks familiar.
Therefore, when the other party showed a drunken and mysterious smile, Vigilant said in a strange tone:
"If I read correctly, you are "Derek Proudmoore"?"
"Well, that's one of my identities, but I prefer others to call me "Captain" or just call me "Blake Shaw", but a dashing captain like me is destined to have many different legendary lives and countless confidante in different worlds."
The dirty pirate captain showed a mean smile and said sarcastically:
"Unlike you, an ascetic monk who obviously has a Holy Gun but advocates asceticism, your captain is very romantic. However, considering that I may be beaten in a while, for the sake of the treasure I am about to give you with both hands, can I make a deal with you before we dock?
We are considered "old acquaintances", so can I hire you to temporarily serve as my tall and powerful "bodyguard"?
Hit anyone who tries to hurt me!
Well, actually, as soon as we get to the shore, if you see someone, go up and beat them up, and don't worry about me at all. Don't look at my personal use of force, but I still have no problem protecting myself in front of those old bastards."
"So straightforward?"
Diakum rubbed his eyebrows, shook his head and said:
"You haven't told me who you are, and most importantly, you haven't told me where this ship is going? And why I'm here.
I felt like I remembered something, but it was very vague, as if someone had used their hands to extract some memories from my mind.
I should have remembered them when I left my hometown.
That was a default "insurance," but that insurance was breached."
"Uh."
The pirate captain opposite coughed awkwardly.
He seemed to want to hide something, but after a very intense mental confrontation, he decided to tell the truth.
With a snap of his fingers, he brought Dick into his luxurious captain's cabin in a whirlwind. He then took out his collection of fine wines very attentively, poured a glass for Vigilant himself, and casually tore open a crack in the void that led to nowhere, and skillfully took out steaming dishes from it.
Like the magic of growing eight hands, in a matter of seconds, Diakum, who had come from afar, prepared a table of eighteen dishes of delicious "window feast".
When the last bowl of soup was placed in the center of the table, he put his hands on his hips and said to Diakum who was looking at him:
"Why are you standing there? Use your chopsticks. This is a delicious dish I stole directly from the kitchen of Mason's family. Today is his crazy wife's birthday, and our great craftsman who was on the eve of sudden death from overwork finally found some time to cook in person.
Let me tell you, if you miss this village, you won't have this shop.
This means that you are on the ship, otherwise I would never risk being assassinated by "Assassin Mason" or being blown up by "Bomb Mason" along with people and the ship to do such a fatal thing.
Hey, look how your captain treats you?"
Vigilant deliberately refuses.
After all, it is a basic caution for normal people not to eat anything of unknown origin, but the food on the table in front of me is really good.
Especially when the smiling pirate captain opened the lid of the dinner plate in the center of the table, the stewed fish inside was Gleam glowing with exaggerated rainbow colors, which looked just like the little master's luminous dishes.
What?
The young master was beheaded because of his dark cuisine that people hate and ghosts hate?
Oops, that's okay.
Dick picked up the chopsticks and took a sip, and then his eyes lit up. The taste was indescribable, but he put down his chopsticks after a brief taste and glanced at the guy sitting opposite, leisurely drinking wine.
This guy also has a "double life" like his ship.
Under the cover of the dashing pirate captain, Diakum could see a Void Lord wearing a black robe standing in the dim nebula.
Under His broken hood Gleam are seven bright red tens of millions of Eye of Truth, and under his robe there are dancing tentacles like a swarm of snakes. The gloomy melody from Sea of Darkness surrounds him, so that everyone who looks directly at Him will "enjoy" the gift of truth.
But the whisper of "Abyssal True Form" that was enough to drive the soul of Xinghai crazy was like a breeze blowing in front of Vigilant. His mind was not affected at all, and he even had the mood to carefully observe the Void Holy Crest that this guy wore on his chest in his abyssal form.
Relying on his deep understanding of the truth of void, after a moment, Vigilant said:
"Your abyssal title is "Silent One"? This is a really good name, and it is in sharp contrast to your noisy appearance. Also, I seem to have remembered it.
Before I opened my eyes at Argus, I saw your picture Abyssal True Form!
That's you.
You bastard used a not-so-successful "Truth Surgery" to destroy the "insurance" I had set for myself, and also roughly stuffed some strange things into my mind.
Bugs!"
Dick scolded:
"You ruined my carefully prepared "rebirth" from the beginning. May Holy Light curse you."
"Hey, you don't know a good person's heart."
The pirates opposite also had something to say.
He slapped the table angrily and said:
"You were the one who went crazy at the beginning, insisting on throwing away your great power, washing away all traces, and then going to Mortal realm. Saying that your past story was not exciting enough is like jumping into a trap.
By the time I joined this bastard organization, you were already gone.
The other old guys don't want to find you at all, so they just entrust this mess to me who is still a "pink newcomer"!
In order to find you, a bastard who casually causes trouble for others, I have searched almost the entire multi-dimensional system! Did I ask you for the damage fee of my precious ship?
Did I ask you to compensate me for the happy moments I sacrificed with my wives just to find you?
Damn it, in order to find you, I was put under pressure by those old guys every day. If I couldn't defeat them, I would have rebelled long ago! Do you still have the nerve to scold me here?
My dignified Silent One and Lord Moonshadow have done nothing serious these years, and they have all been wasted on you, "Brother Holy Gun"."
This complaint made Diakum, who was gradually recovering his "past life" memories, a little embarrassed.
Okay.
He admitted that there was a high probability that what the other party said was true. Although the anger was all a show for gain, the fatigue and fatigue lingering in this guy's soul could not be faked.
It seems that my impulsiveness really caused big trouble for others.
The extremely high moral standard made Vigilant take the initiative to raise his glass to express his gratitude to the aggrieved guy opposite. This move made the pirate smile. After clinking the glasses, he said nonchalantly:
"Don't blame me for stuffing the timeline information of the ghost world Azeroth into your mind before you were reborn. We were both poor people who were killed from that ghost place. You and I both know how difficult it is to fight our way out without knowing anything about it.
You are the big brother of our Brotherhood. Your rebirth is to compose a more passionate and righteous legend, not to actually play "Battle Royale".
What's more, you just brought the memory I gave you, and there is no remaining power. Even all the additional enhancements of the "Golden Finger" system that comes standard for newcomers are locked.
Basically, it's like you take a data panel and run directly to rebirth. The difficulty is simply hellish, but how can I say that you are tall and tough, brother?
In such a desperate situation, he actually found a way out by force
I rarely admire anyone, but you are really awesome. Come on, let's go one by one."
He took the initiative to toast, and Diakum drank another glass.
Then, he heard the guy in front of him lament and say:
"But you may be in trouble later. I, a newcomer who "runs takeaways", have no say in the organization. I admire your series of great achievements. You can even be in the top ten of the list of men I admire most. But the problem is that other old guys are very unhappy with your irresponsible "deserting" behavior.
They will be blocking you in the tavern on the dock right now.
Let me tell you, it was a real "Hongmen Banquet".
The two old bastards "Death" and "Raven" have already spoken out, asking you to take on the responsibilities you have evaded over the years, but our boss who is either gambling or on the way to the casino all day long does not seem to intend to intervene.
That gloomy old bastard is happy to see conflicts within Brotherhood in order to stabilize his already shaky reign of terror!"
The pirate captain narrowed his eyes and said softly:
"Our organization is called "Brotherhood of Shadows". Tsk, as you can tell from the name, this is an evil organization that commits crimes and commits all kinds of evil!
I'm ashamed to be one of them.
They shamelessly capture innocent souls from all over the universe and throw them into a ruthless world to be reborn for fun. They are a group of evil gods who enjoy tragedy!
I feel ashamed to say it.
Don't look at me now, but when I was tempted to join Brotherhood, I really wanted to do something good.
You don't seem to believe it?
Hum, eat a few more bites of vegetables to fill your stomach, so that you won't be unable to eat after seeing those Mortal realm tragedies.
They gave me the important task of transporting those innocent souls, and in my cabin were those poor souls who were about to be thrown into a different world.
After you read these truths, you will know who is on the side of "justice"!
Unfortunately, you were once a member of this evil organization, and you were the founder of it.
If I didn't deeply feel that I had done something bad and sinful, how could I have taken the initiative to wash away all the memories and powers of my previous life and come back to pursue a cleaner life?"
This guy put his hands on the table and invited in an enthusiastic tone:
"I'm not afraid of your jokes. I, a righteous pirate, can no longer stand this darkness that disregards human ethics. I have united with "Artisan" and prepared to start a "revolution" within Brotherhood!
We must overthrow the rule of those ruthless and evil old guys and make our Brotherhood great again!
But Artisan and I are not good at frontal attacks. We lack the power as powerful as you, so we have been forbearing until now. Therefore, Dick Kaka, for the sake of our Brotherhood, we will no longer fall!
Please take the brothers and charge again!"
"Are you sure what you said is true?"
Dick already frowned and said:
"Take me to the cabin to see your evidence! If what you say is true, and if my former brothers have degenerated to the point of taking pleasure in other people's tragedies, then I, Warrior of Light, who has finally returned, will never sit idly by!
All evil will be brought to justice."