Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1954 82. Your punishment is.

“When the Firstborn created us, the order of the Shadow Kingdom was not yet complete, they were still in the stage of exploring creation, and they were still a group of novices.

No one knows the origins of the Firstborn, and I feel like they may not even know it themselves.

They were born in Genesis. They existed before the concept of 'death' was born, and even before the evolution of the Six Forces. They were probably the first beings born in all realms.

That’s why they call themselves the ‘Firstborn’. "

At the edge of the platform at the top of the Ascension Tower, the eldest daughter Gristia, sitting cross-legged with a golden Kylian war spear, described to Blake the memories at the end of her life in a tone that told an ancient story.

She looked down at the gorgeous celestial-like Castle of Elysium below, the Kylian initiates who were tortured by the memories brought by Black. She also saw the Forsworn pouring into this sacred land from the golden gate of heaven. them.

She saw the extremely loyal DeVos and the famously brave Sandelia. These two saints she personally selected were flapping their dark wings and patrolling the sky without any sign of holiness.

But the eldest daughter, who was defeated by Blake's sword and should have been extremely desperate, showed a fleeting smile of relief at this moment.

"I remember the day my brothers and sisters and I were born in Zaresantis, when we were crafted and imbued with souls by the Firstborn with unparalleled power.

When we opened our eyes, we saw a strange land and a group of creators who seemed very excited.

They are celebrating their success. They regard our birth as a progress of ideas and a supplement to their grand order. In order for us to better serve the system designed by the First Born, we are born before our birth. We are infused with knowledge and power from the beginning, but we still need to be taught like newborn children.

Like a chick emerging from its shell, we rightly regard our Creator as Father and Mother and obey all His commands.

Even if we don't understand it. "

The eldest daughter was describing the story of the creation of the Kingdom of Shadows in a calm tone. Her cold tone made it seem as if she was not talking about herself but was commenting on others from a third party's perspective.

Blake, who was holding a notebook to record these stories that had never been recorded in any way, reached out and interrupted her. He asked:

"How many Firstborns are there? From your description, it seems there are more than one or two?"

"There are many of them, evil gods."

The eldest daughter replied:

"They are high-dimensional creatures with special forms. I can't even confirm whether the image they appear in front of us is real, or is just a more advanced material projection.

But what is certain is that the Firstborn are a group and a civilization.

Their creation in the Shadowlands was just one of many attempts.

Although I don’t know the origin of the creation of the material world, I have enough reasons to suspect that the birth of the material world also has some connection with the First Creation.

But you don't have to worry about them.

The Firstborn have left. They will never come back. "

"I believe this."

The evil god shrugged and said:

“After children climb out of the cradle and see the broader scenery, they will no longer have the slightest attachment to the cramped cradle, nor will they care about the various troubles they have left in the cradle.

What a bunch of irresponsible asshole creators. "

"Well, that's not the case."

The eldest daughter looked at Blake with strange eyes and said:

"The Firstborn left something behind before they left, in Zaresantis and other places. They said it was a restart device that could rewrite all mistakes.

That was the last gift they left us. They said they could not resolve the conflicts and inevitable disputes among the six forces, but they would leave behind a piece of power that can give us hope in the worst times.

They also say we deserve it.

Zoval just wants to get the power that can rewrite all reality, so as to realize his stubborn and weak crazy ideal. But he is not the first Eternal to pursue it. "

"So, you were actually the first one to rebel?"

Blake squinted at the eldest daughter in front of him. He looked at this guy up and down and said:

"Is your Unit 1 destroyed for this reason? Why? Didn't you just say that you Eternals regard the Firstborn as your parents?"

"Yes, they do treat us like children."

The eldest daughter shook her head and said:

"But we were created to fulfill our duties, Blake. The First Creation did not give us eternal life just for fun. We are the executors of their 'perfect system'.

We need to create the most basic life forms according to the plans of the Firstborn in the originally empty and primitive Shadow Kingdom, and give them different growth environments to simulate the reproduction of different civilizations and races.

The Firstborn were trying to find a perfect system that would fit all civilizations. Their plans were extremely ambitious and would be modified in the light of new observations.

And we are their eyes and their hands.

In addition to us, the Firstborn also created many low-level prototypes to assist in doing some repetitive tasks. This was the founding era of the Shadow Kingdom.

And we, the creations, call the First Creation’s perfect plan for the entire universe and stars in awe.

Destiny! "

Blake nodded.

This information does not exist in the game, but the thoughts about these backgrounds did not go beyond the evil god's knowledge. He glanced at the notes he had recorded, then glanced at his eldest daughter, and said:

"Then, those servants of the gods in Oribos who talk about destiny all day long"

"They are the original low-level prototypes, our servants in creating the era."

The eldest daughter replied casually:

“There is no need to wonder why they firmly believe in destiny, and there is no need to even think about why among all the Eternals, I am the only one who still retains the memory of that era.

I'm about to get to the twist in the story, so be patient. "

The evil god didn't say much, he just listened.

The eldest daughter was silent for a few seconds, closing her body with her broad and sacred wings, feeling as desolate as a tree trunk blown by the cold wind in late autumn.

she says:

“The Firstborn were obviously possessed of transcendent wisdom beyond our imagination, but even they could not truly lay out a perfect blueprint for all life.

At the end of the Creation Era, those civilizations that the Firstborn had high hopes for and had persisted in countless civilizations collapsed and died one after another. Failure after failure made the Firstborn realize that things were changing.

They began to meet frequently at the Holy Land of the Creator to discuss the situations they observed in different fields.

Soon, they determined that the evolution of this cosmic system had entered a new stage, and the six forces began to be born, which was the basis for the prosperity of the entire universe. However, the emergence of the six forces exceeded the plans of the original creators.

They also cannot predict the future. To introduce the complex concepts of the six forces into their perfect blueprint means that they have to start from scratch.

That is impossible.

The Firstborn seemed to know that one day they would leave this universe, so they began to modify their plans. They began to build their own sanctuaries in various fields, trying to connect the six forces of the universe together.

Zaresantis was built at that time. There may be similar buildings in other places, but I don't know more.

The Kingdom of Shadow was also 'pushed' into the realm of death at that time, and we were renamed the 'Pantheon of Death' at that time. Obviously, the Firstborn were already preparing to leave at that time, and called them Shadows. The maintenance of order in world design teaches us.

Of course, the plans of the Firstborn are too complex for us creatures to intervene in.

We are just their servants.

But after the construction of those mysterious sanctuaries was completed, the Firstborns began their next plan.

They created the world and then destroyed it.

Because they believe that if they want the six forces to maintain balance and prevent the force from getting out of control and destroying the foundation of the universe, they must trigger a collision of the forces in advance and allow the birth of the 'Seventh' to a controllable level.

That is the 'perfect power' that the First Born will create based on the Six Forces of the Universe. It combines the wisdom of the First Born and the root influence of the Six Forces of the Universe on the system of all things.

Once it appears, it means that the perfect blueprint of the Firstborn will be guaranteed.

That was their last attempt to realize their perfect blueprint. "

The eldest daughter sneered and said:

“The Firstborn announced their plans to us, and that was the first time we rejected our Creator.

We were too young and naive at that time. We were responsible for sowing the seeds of civilization and taking care of it. Just as the first-born people regarded us as children, we also regarded those civilizations as children.

As a parent, you can let your children go out and fight on their own, but how can you ruthlessly kill your own creation?

We refused to fulfill the orders of the Firstborn to destroy the world. They rebuked us for being short-sighted and unable to see the significance of the birth of the ‘Seventh One’ to the stars in the universe.

But we still choose to refuse.

The Firstborn realized that they might have given us too much wisdom and freedom when they created us, and they realized that too much emotion has become a burden on us.

So, they want to 'help' us.

Guess how they helped? "

Blake shook his head. He knew the development of the story without guessing. This was a magical version of the "Omnic Crisis".

"No need to say much about the process, I will tell you the result directly."

The eldest daughter touched the unique secret symbol of the Firstborn on her collarbone and said:

"The opportunities the Warmaster, Winter Queen, Zoval, and the Emperor have created for me are unimaginable, right?

At that time, Denathrius was not as bad as he is now with conspiracy in his bones. At that time, he was very upright and hated all injustices. That was his duty as the prototype of the forgiveness of sins, and it was the pattern written into his soul.

My brothers and sisters were sent into the workshop that shaped us, and when they reappeared they had no memory of the past but were programmed with new missions and rules.

They were expelled from Zaresantis and forged their own kingdom in the Shadowlands, which was finally preserved.

but me

I wasn't so lucky last time. I can't tell you the scene when I faced off against the Firstborn. I can only say that the fire from the Forge of the Underworld was really painful on my body.

At the moment when my consciousness died, I realized that all they needed was the executor.

And when you are part of a grand system, too much thinking is a burden to you, and too much pursuit will make you self-destructive. The only thing you have to do is to complete your own Responsibilities.

Nothing else to ask for. "

Gristhia hugged her knees and stared at DeVos and Sandelia flying towards her with black wings flapping in the air below. She said expressionlessly:

“The past is a burden, Blake.

Whether it is beautiful things or hated things, they become meaningless after rebirth and death. The tired soul must release those burdens if it wants to start again.

I am not indifferent to my followers, nor am I so stupid that I cannot see the hidden dangers of the promotion road. In fact, when I shaped this promotion road for the promotion fortress, I knew that today would come sooner or later.

I just.

only"

She couldn't speak anymore.

A kind of cowardice from the bottom of her heart was eroding her soul, making it impossible for her to say what was in her heart.

At this moment, Lord Evil God stretched out his hand and placed it on the eldest daughter's trembling shoulders. He concluded:

"You are just treating the Kyrians the way the Firstborn treated you. After the positions were swapped, you became the ruler who had to maintain a cold order, and these kind souls from the other world became who you were back then. .

It’s not like you don’t know the loopholes in all this.

You just want to see if they will resist the rigid dogma you have set for them just like you resisted the order of the Firstborn.

You must do this so that you can be sure that you did nothing wrong in the first place and convince yourself that resistance is not a sin, it is just the instinct of resistance that exists in the heart of every soul. "

"I am doing my duty!"

The eldest daughter gritted her teeth and said:

"They asked me to look after the sown civilizations and protect them under any circumstances. I have upheld my duties. Even if my creator wants to destroy everything, I will stand up.

Although the price is heavy.

I am very pleased to see that my followers finally learned to resist after a long period of obedience, just like me, choosing the latter between loyalty and duty.

This means that the Ascension Bastion will no longer need my presence to maintain it for a long time.

Of course, I kept my involvement minimal over the years.

It turns out that the Kyrians can run their own kingdom even without a painful Eternal who cannot let go of the past.

Come on, evil god. "

Gristia raised her head and said to Blake:

"Kill me and end my pain."

The cold sword of sorrow pressed against the eldest daughter's neck, and the evil god roughly pulled her long blue anima hair, making her raise her neck like a swan.

Blake moved the hilt of his sword and whispered:

"You know, you can actually resist with Zoval, or join forces with the soldier master. Your memories can be of great help."

"Not every soul wants to be a hero or a villain."

The eldest daughter closed her eyes and said tiredly:

"I have been a hero once. That time made me lose my brothers and sisters, and made me lose myself. I am tired. No matter whether you are about to bring destruction or new life, I don't care anymore.

I should have died along with my brothers and sisters.

I am just a ghost from the last era but I have managed to survive until now. The Firstborn may have allowed me to keep these memories to torture me and punish me, but who knows what they think? "

"You forced so many souls to embark on the road to promotion, and made so many lives lose themselves. You also used this method to destroy an unknown Moon Night War God of mine.

This pisses me off, Gristia. "

Blake grabbed his eldest daughter's long hair and said:

"If you make a mistake, you shouldn't expect it to end like this. It just so happens that I need a 'local' to be my guide when I want to go to Zaresantis.

Anyway, this land will not collapse as long as your godhead is there. The Kyrians should also choose their own future and whether they want to forget the past and embark on the road to promotion.

The design of the black and white angel is also cool and awesome, you will have nothing to regret.

Now, say 'goodbye' to your children. "

"Shua"

The Blade of Sorrow slashed across the eldest daughter's neck.

It was like cutting a water pipe to let the blue blood of the gods spurt out, frightening DeVos and Sandelia who flew over and froze in place. They just wanted to ask for an explanation, but they never thought of killing an Eternal One so neatly.

"Plop"

The body of the eldest daughter fell into a pool of his own blood as Blake loosened his fingers. The evil god shook off the blue divine blood on his fingers and glanced at the stunned Forsworn Saint.

He paid no more attention to them.

Instead, looking at the cosmic soul shining in his fingers, he flicked the beating light and said:

"It's time to visit your hometown. Zaresantis is waiting for me and my friends to come."