Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1965 93. A coward prays for fate【516】

Low echoes echoed in the innermost palace of the Holy Tomb of the Firstborn, the sound of the oldest halls being reopened after countless epochs.

The golden automaton guards guarded this place of birth with ferocious weapons, but with their powerful power, they turned a blind eye to the creature in front of them that was heading towards a grand plan.

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

But judging from the pulsing eyes, the exile must also be very excited at this time.

After all, He is close to the goal that He spent countless hours advancing to the final step.

As an eternal creature 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 were still unable to understand the greatness contained in this sacred place, and could only hold on to the purest love for the Creator. To worship everything that exists here.

They were driven out of their homeland.

But after countless hours, He stood here again.

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

Zoval's deep voice echoed outside the opened hall.

He is no longer the ignorant servant of the First Born. After being expelled from his hometown, as the eternal arbiter, He has witnessed the growth, conflict, war and death of the stars and universe, and countless souls. Judged and arbitrated by Him, He browses through countless memories.

There is little pleasure and much pain.

Just like the spreading pollution and poison, the Eternal Arbitrator, who once simply wanted to fulfill the sacred duties left by the First Born, is no longer a blank slate.

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

It's imperfect and full of terrible holes.

The Shadow Realm is constrained by an increasingly outdated order, and the magical anima that was once a gift has now become a shackles.

The six forces are growing unfettered and causing conflicts, and these conflicts will eventually evolve into wars throughout the universe, eventually involving all creation.

This universe will become fragmented and there will no longer be any unity at all.

Zoval saw that future, and he even saw more. After the material stars, the Shadow Realm, and other realms were weakened due to conflicts with the Force, those dangerous foreign objects would enter the universe left by the First Creation. .

End and destruction, that is an ending that is bound to come.

He wanted to prevent the disaster he saw from happening. He deviated from his duty and planned to unify the forces of the Shadow Kingdom and then balance the conflicts of the six forces.

But His plan failed at the first step.

Zoval still can't forget the scene where he was defeated, judged and exiled by his brothers and sisters. They scolded him for betraying his sacred duty.

However, Zoval only thought they were ridiculous.

They have the identity and power of the Eternals, but do not have the long-term vision to match it. They follow too blindly the blueprint left by the First Born, but never realize that this plan is fundamentally flawed.

He was exiled.

But He did not stop his exploration and seeking.

In the end, during the painful exile in the Maw, Zoval used his own wisdom to decipher the power of control hidden in the secret text of the First Born. He mastered this power that could control all things and override the rules of matter.

But He also understood the reason for his failure.

To stop wars and bridge conflicts, we cannot rely on violence. We must address the root causes of all problems at their source.

Denathrius is nothing but a fool.

The empire of death he longed for was just the path he had tried but failed. The Warden believes that the Firstborn have their own Creator reasons for keeping a power like the Dominion in the Shadowlands.

So, He came here.

He wanted to use the supreme power left by the First Born to make up for the flaws in the Creator's plan for the universe.

"boom"

Low explosions and loud noises sounded outside the palace. Zoval did not look back, but he could feel a powerful force approaching here.

It should be the reinforcements brought in by the cunning alien evil god Black Shaw.

With the help of the power of control to control the core power of the Holy Tomb, the Warden threw a ray of his will towards the place where the chaos occurred. He saw a burning figure smashing the wall of the Holy Tomb.

The terrifying Dark Ripper sword slashed across the dome that covered the mysteries of the universe. The endless burning fire of power drifted along the sword mark, igniting everything the power of destruction touched, and then used the violent violence of evil energy. Crush it to pieces.

The demonic figure wrapped in burning fire walked forward expressionlessly.

And those automatic body guards who were created in the ancient times to protect this place of creation rushed in in droves, and were easily chopped into pieces by the Dark Titan like harvested wheat.

Just like the killings advancing among the material stars, even in the place where everything is born, there is still nothing that can stop the ravages of the strongest creatures under the stars.

The traces of burning move forward, pointing directly to the place where the grand blueprint of the remaining power of the First Born is hidden.

Right where Zoval is, in the sacred hall right in front of him, lies the perfect plan of the universe by the Firstborn.

Zoval looked up and saw that the colorful rainbow light intertwined in the palace to outline the pattern of the entire universe. It was a wonderful law that could not be imagined by mortal wisdom. It was like a living creature that was constantly evolving and monitoring the changes in the real universe. .

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

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

It was right in front of Zoval's eyes.

He only needs to stretch out his hand to touch it. He is trying to use the power of the Creator to turn his plan for the next era into reality.

Unfortunately, there is not much time left for Him.

"Stop them! I need time."

Zoval strode towards the floating rainbow light in front of him, and without looking back, he issued orders to the guards beside him who were controlled by the power of command.

At this moment, whether it is a powerful recycler wandering on the mysterious Phosphorus Plain between reality and reality to recycle creation materials to maintain the operation of the Holy Tomb, or a person who stayed in this place of creation under the instructions of the First Born to maintain the operation of its rules. Chief Creator, these mechanical creations that were powerful enough to confront the Eternal One and the gods stopped their work and ran quickly in the direction of the outsiders.

They obeyed the warden's orders to gain precious time for the change of the next era.

In the palace with a grand blueprint, Zoval moved his arms and dropped the warhammer behind his back on the ground. He looked at the rainbow light dancing in front of him, mobilized the power of control and 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 form imagined by the warden.

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

Therefore, driven by the cold will of the warden, in the distant and chaotic abyss, the anima contained under the collapsed Torghast tower was intercepted and sent into the cave by Emperor Denathrius. The anima of the Maw began to use Zoval's godhead as a carrier to inject transformation into the blueprint of the universe in front of him.

But this alone is not enough.

To reshape the universe into what Zoval wants to see, he will need more energy.

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

Zoval said in a low voice.

He closed his eyes.

As the Lord of the Maw, he gave the final order to the desperate land, and the Maw came to life. It began to eat all the "nutrients" in its stomach like a living creature.

those souls

Those souls wandering in the abyss, those souls fighting in the abyss.

Whether it's the Deepsworn who obey Zoval, the living who jump into the realm of the dead to fight to end the conspiracy, or even the demons that are wreaking havoc everywhere.

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

And this is just the beginning.

The conspiracy of Emperor Denathrius and the Warden that lasted for countless epochs drove the Burning Legion headed by Sargeras to cause horrific killings in the material stars.

It is precisely because of those killings that the Death Force has rapidly expanded, causing an imbalance in the Force. Now, the Death Force, which has expanded to the extreme, has been used as "raw material" by the warden to invest in the magnificent cause 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 is seriously injured and has escaped, the leader of the army has given up his godhood, the Queen of Winter is weak and her eldest daughter has been assassinated to death, no other Eternals can have the power. The plane prevents the Warden from channeling the Death Force into shaping changes in the cosmic blueprint.

Outside of Zaresantis, the entire Shadow Kingdom was in turmoil at this moment.

Countless small countries in the interregional realm were drained of their power and fell apart in an instant, and even the four major countries suffered disasters caused by the extraction of their most original power.

The sinful souls imprisoned by the Venthyr of Revendreth are dying fast, the forests of Ardenweald are withering, the temples of Ascension Bastion are falling, and the land of Maldraxxus is barren.

This is just the beginning.

Change is happening.

It swept through the Shadow Kingdom in the form of disaster, starting from the source of the Death Force and beginning to penetrate into the realms of the other five Forces.

The sea of ​​material stars is swaying.

Countless stargazers on the land of Azeroth were exclaiming that the stars they were familiar with seemed to be turning upside down, and the moonlight in the star sea was also beating. Lady Elune had never been so frightened.

She even started calling Blake's name across countless worlds.

asshole!

What are you doing?

Didn’t you agree to stop the source of all conspiracies?

Why is such a horrific incident happening now that even the material world has begun to enter the process of reshaping!

"Boom"

A low and loud noise sounded in the holy tomb outside the grand blueprint palace.

Lord Evil God, who was following Sargeras forward, raised his head, and he saw the rift leading to the Sunless Sea opening in this sacred place.

Every time the tide of truth rolls, dark creations originating from the abyss rush into this place of creation. Under the command of the Void Evil God, the Faceless Men and Krasis fight in a melee with those automatons with very strange shapes, and the madness Kesir is swaying the power of the void to pull this place of creation into the realm of the void.

Blake's "compatriots", the Void Lords who control the Sunless Sea, have smelled the temptation of truth emanating from Zaresantis.

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

These greedy and twisted guys tried to get closer to seize the mysterious power of the Firstborn, but they were afraid of the power of Sargeras and could only poke their heads at the edge of matter and void like mice.

They are shouting at Blake in the language of the void:

"Stop that bastard quickly! If this continues, the Sunless Sea will be doomed! Black, you are one of the most dangerous and cunning bastards that has ever been born in our Sunless Sea.

Show some backbone!

Go kill Zoval! We will be here to cheer you on! "

"Why are you urging me! Aren't you busy? If you want me to work overtime, don't you need to pay overtime?"

In the midst of the chaos, Blake raised his head and cursed at the crack in the void above his head. He also knew that the situation was critical, but didn't things have to be done step by step?

"The grand blueprint is above! Right in front! Directly above!"

The weak voice of the eldest daughter Gristia came from the perfect soul stone on her shoulder. She extremely accurately pointed out the location of the source of everything that happened, and instructed the evil god who was exerting his fallen power to his heart's content:

"Quick! Zoval has begun to seize the shaping power left by the First Born. I can feel that the entire Holy Tomb, no! The entire Zaresantis is collapsing.

That madman!

He had no intention of getting out alive. "

"Lord Sargeras, above! Open a hole! Quick! Leave those automatons alone! The reshaping of reality has already begun."

Blake raised his head and looked at the end of the burning palace in front of him, and shouted to Sargeras, the dark titan who was slaughtering crazily.

The latter had already swung his sword to crack the palace wall leading to the deepest part of the land of birth. At the reminder of the evil god, he swung the Dark Ripper sword and struck a starburst abandonment strike towards the palace above his head. .

Amid the shaking and swaying of the Holy Tomb of the First Born, as if the entire palace complex was collapsing, the burning violent figure turned into a stream of burning flames and disappeared into the upward cracking passage.

"boom"

The palace in the final land collapsed under the sharp blade wrapped in the fire of destruction, and the dark titan's ferocious burning reflection reflected in the once glorious final chamber in front of him.

Zoval's tall figure turned his back to the entrance, and the warden sighed.

He looked at the cosmic blueprint in front of him that had begun the process of reshaping, and then turned back to look at the Dark Titan walking towards him with a sword behind him.

He said:

"I know you, Sargeras, are also disappointed with this flawed reality, so you launched the Burning Crusade. We can join forces."

"Not interested! Coward! Get out of here!"

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

Under the cheering gaze of the evil god who jumped into the grand plan from the gap at the rear like a groundhog, the Dark Titan raised his sword and slashed at the warden.

Zoval reacted very quickly, grabbed the original arbitrator's war hammer at his feet, and swung the weapon towards the arrogant Sargeras with an extremely brave attitude.

At this moment, the two powerful gods tried their best to strike each other with all their strength. The warden's war hammer hit the dark titan's chest and threw out the chain of control to pierce President Sa's evil body.

However, Mr. Sa's war sword was tilted slightly, as if it was affected by Zovar's power of control derived from the Firstborn, and it struck the warden's war helmet.

Zoval was unscathed, but he was not happy at all.

Amid Black's whistle, the warden turned around in shock, and saw that Sargeras's missed sword had already carried the endless fury of the Dark Titan, and it had struck hard into the grand blueprint that was reshaping the universe. .

The violent evil force poured into it, causing the perfect plan left by the First Creation to make an overwhelmed crackling sound, but in the end it was the true creation of the Creator, and it was tough enough to not be completely broken.

"No! I won't allow it! You idiot!"

Zoval turned around frantically and threw Sargeras down on the sacred place. The Dark Tearer sword was knocked out and inserted into the wall of the sacred place.

Two powerful gods were entangled and fighting madly.

The Warden cannot bear to have his reinvention undermined at the last moment.

He roared:

"You see 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 will be no place for you!"

"Thank you for your kindness."

Mr. Sa knocked the warden back with one punch, and looked at the Eternal One who had been lost in his own crazy fantasy with his burning eyes.

He said in a sarcastic tone:

"But I don't need a bug who can't even face the flaws of reality and only thinks about being immersed in false dreams to 'save' me. Also, I have to remind you, Zoval.

I'm not here alone! "

"Um?"

Zoval, who was swinging the Arbitrator's hammer and smashing it at Mr. Sa, turned around in shock, and saw the sneaky Lord Silence wielding the Blade of Sorrow, which carried the power of the dual godheads of life and void, and gesticulating. Obviously, He planned to use the dangerous weapon strengthened by the soldier master to once again pierce the perfect blueprint that had been severely damaged.

It was a delicate system that was running. It was already overwhelmed by Sargeras's sword. Another attack would definitely cause it to completely collapse.

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

Black seemed to feel Zoval's gaze, and turned back, shyly showing a gentle smile, and even raised his hand and waved to Zoval to show friendship.

"boom"

The sorrowful double blades of joy pierced the endlessly flowing perfect blueprint in Black's fierce piercing, dealing a fatal blow to the perfect future that Zoval longed for.

On the other side, the weak Aggramar dragged the Darkripper sword that had been knocked away with both hands.

Amidst Zoval's desperate roar, he used his last strength to lift President Sa's sword, and then slashed it down towards the dimmed perfect blueprint.

"No!!!"

Seeing the perfect blueprint for reshaping reality collapse into feathers of light flying in the sky before his eyes, the red-eyed warden dragged his war hammer and pounced on the innocent-looking Black in front of him like a wild beast.

Lord Silent One made no counterattack or defensive action at all.

He held his pipe in his mouth, stood among the broken feathers of light, and pointed behind him at Zoval, who was rushing toward him.

Behind the warden, the huge burning figure spread its wings at this moment, illuminating the projection of destruction on the poor god who had lost everything.

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

Blake blew out a smoke ring in a comfortable posture as if all the work had been completed, and said to Zoval, who was stagnant in place:

"You're dead, I just hope you can hold on a little longer."