Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1965 93. A coward prays for fate [516]

A muffled echo echoed in the deepest palaces of the Sepulcher of the Firstborn, the sound of the oldest halls being reopened after countless ages.

The golden automaton guards guard the birthplace with hideous weapons, but they have great power, but they turn a blind eye to the creature that is heading towards a grand blueprint.

Zovall carried his ferocious and unique warhammer on his back, and his body covered by shadow steel armor stood under the slowly opening hall in front of him. His expression at this time could not be seen on the full-covered spiked crown and helmet.

But judging from the beating eyes, the exile should also be very excited at this time.

After all, he was close to the goal he had spent countless hours advancing to the last step.

As an eternal creation born here, He is very familiar with everything here.

In the long-gone ancient era, as a servant, he and his brothers walked in this glorious place countless times. At that time, they could not understand the greatness contained in this sacred place, and they could only hold the most simple love for the Creator. to worship all that exists here.

They were expelled from their native land.

But after countless times, He stood here again.

"O Supreme Creator, after countless epochs, your child has returned"

Zovall's deep voice echoed outside the opened hall.

He is no longer the servant of the Firstborn who didn't understand anything. After being expelled from his hometown, he has witnessed the growth, conflict, war and death of the star universe as the eternal arbiter. The countless souls Judged and adjudicated by Him, He browsed through countless memories.

There is little pleasure and much pain.

Like the spreading pollution and poison, the Eternal Arbitrator, who once only wanted to fulfill the sacred duties left by the Firstborn, is no longer a blank sheet of paper.

He began to doubt whether the Firstborn's plan for the universe was perfect. After countless epochs of thinking, he came to a sad conclusion.

It's not perfect, and it's full of horrible bugs.

The Shadowlands are locked in an increasingly antiquated order, where magical anima, once a boon, is now a fetter.

And the Six Forces are growing unchecked and causing conflicts, and these conflicts will eventually evolve into wars throughout the universe, and eventually all creations will be involved in it.

The universe will become divided and there will be no unity at all.

Zovar saw that future, and he saw even more. After the material stars and the shadow kingdom and other realms were weakened by the conflict of the force, those dangerous foreign objects would enter the universe left by the First Born .

End and destruction, that is an inevitable ending.

He wanted to prevent the disaster he had seen from happening. He deviated from his duty and planned to unify the power of the Shadow Kingdom, and then use this to balance the conflict of the six forces.

Yet at the first step of his plan he met with failure.

Zovar still can't forget the scene where he was defeated and tried and exiled by his brothers and sisters, who accused him of deviating from the sacred duty.

But Zovar only thought they were ridiculous.

They have the identity and power of the Eternals, but they do not have the long-term vision to match them. They are too blind to follow the blueprint left by the Firstborn, but they never realize that this plan is fundamentally flawed.

He was exiled.

But He did not stop his exploration and seeking.

Finally, in the painful exile of the Maw, Zovar used his own wisdom to decipher the controlling power hidden in the cipher text by the Firstborn. He mastered this kind of power that can control all things and override the rules of matter.

But he also learned from it the reason for his failure.

If you want to stop wars and bridge conflicts, you cannot rely on violence. You must solve the root of all problems at their source.

Denathrius is nothing but a fool.

The empire of death that he desires is nothing but the road that he has tried but failed. The warden believes that the Firstborn has a reason for the Creator to keep such power as the power of domination in the shadow kingdom.

So, He came here.

He wants to use the supreme power left by the firstborn to make up for the flaws in the Creator's plan for the universe.

"boom"

Low-pitched explosions and loud bangs sounded outside the palace, and Zovall didn't look back, but he could feel a powerful force approaching here.

It should be the reinforcements brought by the cunning foreign god Bu Laike Shaw.

With the power of dominance to control the core power of the Holy Sepulcher, the warden cast a wisp of his will into the place where the chaos occurred, and he saw a burning figure smashing the wall of the Holy Sepulcher Palace.

The terrifying Darkness Ripper's battle sword slashed across the dome that covered the mysteries of the universe, and the endless mighty burning fire drifted along the sword marks, igniting all the places where the destructive power went, and then ignited it with the frenzy of evil energy. Smash it to pieces.

The figure in the shape of a devil and wrapped in burning flames walked forward expressionlessly.

And those automaton guards that were shaped in the ancient times to protect the land of creation rushed in in pieces, and were easily chopped into pieces by the dark titan like harvested malt.

Just like the massacre promoted by the material stars, even in the source of all births, there is still nothing that can stop the rampage of the strongest creatures under the stars.

The burning traces move forward all the way, pointing to the place where the grand blueprint of the power left by the Firstborn is hidden.

Just where Zovar is, in the sacred hall right in front of His eyes, there is the perfect plan of the Firstborn for the universe.

Zovall looked up, and saw that the colorful rainbow light staggered in the palace to outline the figure of the entire universe. It was a wonderful law unimaginable with the wisdom of mortals, just like living creatures that are constantly evolving and monitoring the changes in the real universe. .

It's like a console that only the Creator can handle.

That is the supreme power that the Firstborn used to rewrite reality. Even after the Firstborn has left this universe for countless epochs, this gifted power is still in effect.

It was right in front of Zovall.

You only need to stretch out your hand to touch it, and He is about to use the power of the Creator as a means to turn his plan for the next era into reality.

Unfortunately, there is not much time left for Him.

"Stop them! I need time."

Zovall strode towards the floating rainbow light in front of him, and without turning his head, he gave orders to the guards around him who were manipulated by the power of dominance.

At this moment, whether it is a powerful recycler who wanders on the mysterious phantom phosphorus plain between reality and fiction to recycle creation materials to maintain the operation of the Holy Sepulchre, or a person who stays in this place of creation to maintain its regular operation according to the order of the Firstborn The Chief Creator, these mechanical creations that are powerful enough to fight against the Eternals and the Gods stopped their work one after another, and ran quickly in the direction of the outsiders.

They obeyed the warden's order to buy precious time for the next epoch.

And in the palace of the grand blueprint, Zovar moved his arms and threw the war hammer behind his back on the ground. He looked at the dancing cosmic rainbow light in front of him, and mobilized the power of dominance to put his hands into it.

The black power began to be poured into it, and the blueprint symbolizing the operation of the universe also began to change into the perfect shape he imagined under the shape of the warden.

Reshaping reality requires not only skills, but also huge energy as a supplement.

Therefore, under the urging of the warden's cold will, in the distant and chaotic Maw, the anima stored under the blown-down Torghast Tower, those who were intercepted by Emperor Denathrius and sent into the Devouring Yuan's heart energy began to inject transformation into the blueprint of the universe in front of him by using Zovall's godhead as the carrier.

But only these are not enough.

To reshape the universe into the way Zovar wants it to be, he needs more energy.

"This is a necessary sacrifice, and the new universe will remember your sacrifice."

Zovall said in such a low voice.

He closes his eyes.

As the Lord of the Devouring Abyss, he gave the last order to the desperate land, and then the Devouring Abyss "lived" and began to devour all the "nutrients" in his stomach like a living thing.

those souls

Those souls wandering in the Maw, those souls who are fighting in the Maw.

Whether it's the oathsworn who obeyed Zovar, the living who jumped into the realm of death to fight to end the conspiracy, or even the demons who are raging around.

As long as they are still in the Maw, they cannot escape the malice from the Maw.

And that's just the beginning.

The conspiracy of Denathrius the Great and the Warden continued for countless epochs, driving the Burning Legion led by Sargeras to create horrific carnage among the material stars.

It is precisely because of those killings that the force of death is rapidly expanding, causing an imbalance of force, and now, the force of death that has swelled to the extreme is also used by the warden as "raw material" for this magnificent undertaking in front of him.

He is the Eternal.

He is the ultimate creation of the death force, and he has the highest authority over the death force.

This authority was originally shared by the five Eternals, but now that the Emperor was seriously injured and escaped, the soldier lord gave up his godhood, the Queen of Winter was weak and her eldest daughter was assassinated to death, there is no other Eternal who can be in power. The level prevents the warden from putting the death force into the shaping and changing of the blueprint of the universe.

Apart from Zarethantis, the entire Shadow Kingdom was in turmoil at this moment.

Countless small countries in the space domain were drained of power in an instant and fell apart, and even the four major countries also encountered disasters caused by the extraction of the most original power.

The sinful souls imprisoned by the Venthyrs of Revendreth are dying fast, the forests of Ardenwild are withering, the temples of Ascended Bastions are crumbling, and the lands of Maldraxxus are barren.

This is just the beginning.

Change is happening.

It swept across the shadow kingdom in the form of disaster, starting from the source of the death force, and began to penetrate into the fields of the other five forces.

The star sea of ​​material stars is swaying.

Countless stargazers on the land of Azeroth are exclaiming, the galaxy they are familiar with seems to be reversed, and the moonlight in the sea of ​​stars is also beating, Ms. Elune has never been so frightened.

She even started calling Bo Laike's name across countless worlds.

asshole!

What the hell are you doing?

Didn't they agree to stop the root cause of all conspiracies?

Why is there such a horrible event that even the material world has begun to enter the process of remodeling now?

"Boom"

A muffled loud noise resounded in the holy tomb outside the grand blueprint palace.

Lord Cthulhu, who was rushing forward following Sargeras, raised his head, and he saw that the rift leading to the Lightless Sea was opening in this sacred place.

Every time the tide of truth tumbles, dark creations from the abyss rush into this place of creation. Under the command of the Void God, the Faceless Man and Krasis fought together with those very strange automatic bodies, and went mad Kexier swayed the power of the void to pull the land of creation into the realm of the void.

The "citizens" of Bu Laike, the Void Lords who rule the Sunless Sea, have smelled the lure of truth emanating from Zarevantis.

But they felt more clearly that the source of the dangerous reshaping of the six force domains was here.

These greedy and distorted guys tried to get close to here to grab the mysterious power of the Firstborn, but they were afraid of Sargeras' power, so they could only poke around the edge of matter and void like mice.

They are crying out to Bu Laike in the language of the void:

"Stop that bastard! This is going to kill the Aphotic Sea! Laike, you are one of the most dangerous and devious bastards our Aphotic Sea has ever produced.

Show some backbone!

Go kill Zovall! We'll be here to cheer you on! "

"What's the rush! Isn't this busy? Don't you need to pay overtime if you want me to work overtime?"

In the chaos, Bu Laike raised his head and cursed at the void rift that was torn open above his head. He also knew that the situation was critical, but shouldn't things be done step by step?

"The grand blueprint is above! Just ahead! Right above!"

From the perfect soul stone on the shoulder came the weak voice of the eldest daughter, Glistia. She pointed out the source point of everything with great precision, and instructed the evil god who was swaying the corrupt power to his heart's content:

"Quick! Zovar has begun to seize the shaping power left by the Firstborn, and I can feel that the whole Holy Sepulchre, no! The whole of Zaresantis is collapsing.

That madman!

He had no intention of getting out alive at all. "

"Lord Sargeras, up! Open a hole! Quick! Forget those automatons! Reality reshaping has begun."

Bo Laike looked up towards the end of the burning palace in front of him, and called out to Sargeras, the dark titan who was madly slaughtering.

The latter has swung his sword and split the palace wall leading to the deepest place of the birthplace. Under the reminder of the evil god, he swung the long sword of the Dark Ripper and sent a starburst abandonment slash towards the palace above his head. .

In the shaking and shaking of the entire Holy Tomb of the Firstborn, it seemed that the entire palace complex was collapsing, and the burning tyrannical figure turned into a streamer of burning flames and disappeared in the upward rupture channel.

"boom"

The palace of the final land was slashed and collapsed by the sharp blade wrapped in the destructive fire, and the fierce burning reflection of the dark titan was reflected in the once brilliant final chamber.

With Zovall's tall back facing the entrance, the warden sighed.

He looked at the blueprint of the universe that had begun the reshaping process before him, and then turned to look at the dark titan who was walking towards him with a sword behind him.

He said:

"I know you, Sargeras, are also disappointed by this flawed reality. So you launched the Burning Crusade, and we can join forces."

"Not interested! Coward! Go away!"

Faced with Zovall's invitation, Mr. Sa's response was quite simple.

Under the cheering gaze of Lord Cthulhu, who jumped into the grand blueprint from the gap in the rear like a groundhog, the Dark Titan raised his long sword and slashed at the warden.

Zovall reacted very quickly, grabbed the original arbitrator's warhammer under his feet, and swung the weapon at the mighty Sargeras with a brave attitude.

At this moment, the two powerful gods tried their best to hit each other with all their strength. The warden's warhammer hit the dark titan's chest and threw out the chain of dominance to pierce Mr. Sa's fel body.

However, Mr. Sa's battle sword was deflected a little, as if it was affected by Zovall's dominance from the Firstborn, and it wiped the warden's helmet and chopped it down.

Zovall was unscathed, but there was no rejoicing in his heart.

In the sound of Braike's whistle, the warden turned his head in astonishment, and saw that the sword that Sargeras slashed to the side had already carried the endless anger of the dark titan, and slashed fiercely into the grand blueprint that was reshaping the universe middle.

The violent fel power poured into it, causing the perfect plan left by the Firstborn to crack, but in the end it was the real Creator's creation, which was tough enough to not be completely broken.

"No! I won't allow it! Stupid!"

Zovar turned around frantically and threw Sargeras down on the sacred ground. The Dark Ripper's long sword was knocked out and stuck on the wall of the sacred ground.

The two powerful gods were entangled together, attacking frantically.

The Warden couldn't bear to have his reinvention destroyed at the last moment.

He roared:

"You see the flaws but are unwilling to change! The strongest creatures born in the material stars are no different from those stupid ants! In the next perfect era, in the future I shape, there is no place for you!"

"Thank you for your kindness."

Mr. Sa knocked the warden back with a punch, and he looked at the eternal man who had lost himself in his crazy fantasy with his burning eyes.

He said sarcastically:

"But I don't need a worm who can't even face the flaws of reality and only wants to indulge in false dreams to give me 'redemption'. Also, I have to remind you, Zovar.

I'm not alone! "

"Ok?"

Zovall, who swung the arbitrator's warhammer madly at President Sa, turned around in astonishment for a moment, and saw the sneaky Silent Lord waving his Sorrow Blade, which carried life and the power of the Void Twin Godheads, gesticulating. It was intended to use the dangerous weapon strengthened by the soldier lord to penetrate into the perfect blueprint that had been severely damaged.

It was a precise system in operation, and it was already overwhelmed by Sargeras' sword strike, and if it was struck again, it would definitely collapse completely.

The power of creation will overflow, precious opportunities will be lost, and everything will be irreversible.

Bu Laike seemed to feel Zovall's gaze, and turned his head back, showing a gentle smile shyly, and even raised his hand to wave Zovall to show his friendliness.

"boom"

The cheering sorrowful double blades pierced fiercely into the endlessly circulating perfect blueprint in Bo Laike's fierce piercing, and made up for the perfect future that Zovar longed for.

On the other side, the weak Aggramar dragged the sword of the Dark Ripper that was blown away with both hands.

In Zovall's desperate roar, he raised Mr. Sa's saber with his last strength, and then slammed down on the perfect blueprint that had already dimmed.

"Do not!!!"

Seeing that the perfect blueprint for reshaping reality collapsed into light feathers flying all over the sky before his eyes, the red-eyed warden dragged his warhammer like a beast and rushed towards the innocent-looking Bu Laike in front of him.

Sir Silent One didn't make any counterattack or defense actions at all.

He picked up his pipe, stood in the shattered light plume, and pointed behind Zovall who was rushing towards him.

Behind the warden, the huge burning figure spread its wings for an instant, casting the projection of destruction on the poor god who had lost everything.

"Now, the two of you can talk about how you and Denathrius shamelessly used Lord Sargeras."

Bo Laike exhaled a puff of smoke ring in a comfortable gesture that all the work has been done, and said to Zovall who was sluggishly in place:

"You're dead, I just hope you last longer."

(end of this chapter)