MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-v2 Chapter 1965 93. Cowards pray for fate [5/16]

   Chapter 1965 93. Coward praying for fate 【516】

The deep echoes of    echoed in the innermost palace of the Tomb of the First Nativity, the sound of the oldest halls being reopened after countless epochs.

The   golden automaton guards guard this birthplace with ferocious weapons, but they are so powerful that they turn a blind eye to this creature that is heading towards a grand blueprint.

  Zovall carried his hideous and unique warhammer on his back, and his body covered in shadowsteel 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 battle helmet.

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

   After all, He is close to the goal that it took him countless hours to advance to the last step.

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

In the ancient era long gone, as a servant, He and his brothers have walked in this glorious land countless times. At that time, they could not understand the greatness contained in this sacred place, and could only hold the most pure love towards the Creator. to worship everything that exists here.

   They were banished from their homeland.

   But after countless hours, He is here again.

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

   Zovar's low voice echoed outside the opened hall.

He is no longer the servant of the firstborn who knew nothing at the time. After being expelled from his hometown, He has witnessed the growth, conflict, war and death of the star universe as the eternal arbiter. Judged by Him, He has browsed through countless memories.

   There is very little pleasure, and much pain.

   is like the spread of pollution and poison, so that the eternal arbitrator who once simply wanted to fulfill the sacred duty 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, and in countless epochs of thinking, He came to a sad conclusion.

   It's not perfect and full of horrible holes.

  The Shadowlands are bound in an increasingly outmoded order, and the miraculous anima, once a gift, is now a shackle.

   And the six forces grow unchecked and cause conflicts, and these conflicts will eventually evolve into wars throughout the universe, eventually involving all creation.

  This 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 realm of shadows and other realms were weakened by the conflict of the Force, those dangerous foreign objects would enter this universe left by the Firstborn. .

  End and destruction, that is an inevitable ending.

   He wants to prevent the disaster he sees from happening. He deviates from his duty and intends to unify the power of the shadow kingdom, and then balance the conflict of the six forces.

   Yet at the very first step of his plan he failed.

  Zovall still cannot forget the scene where he was defeated and judged and exiled by his brothers and sisters, who accused him of betraying his sacred duty.

   Yet Zovar only thought them funny.

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

   He was banished.

   But He did not stop his exploration and seeking.

  In the end, in the painful exile of the Maw, Zovar used his own wisdom to decipher the power of control hidden in the cipher text of the firstborn. He mastered this power that can control all things and override the rules of matter.

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

   To stop wars and bridge conflicts, violence does not depend on violence, but the root causes of all problems must be addressed at the source.

  Denasius was just a fool.

   The empire of death he longed for was nothing but the road he had tried and failed. The Warden believed that the Firstborn had a reason for leaving a force like the Dominion in the Shadowlands for their own creator.

   So, He came here.

   He will use the supreme power left by the firstborn to fill the gaps in the Creator's plan for the universe.

   "Boom"

   A low bang and a loud noise sounded outside the palace, Zovar did not look back, but he could feel a powerful force approaching here.

   should be the reinforcements brought by the cunning alien evil **** Black Shaw.

   Using the power of **** to control the core power of the Holy Sepulchre, the warden cast a ray of his will towards the place where the chaos occurred, and he saw a burning figure smashing the walls of the Holy Sepulchre.

The terrifying Dark Ripper sword slashed across the dome that covered the mysteries of the universe, and the endless flames of annihilation of mighty energy floated along the sword marks, igniting the destructive power wherever it went, and then with the fury of fel energy. smash it to pieces.

  The figure in the shape of a demon and wrapped in the flames of annihilation walked forward with no expression on his face.

   And those automatic body guards who were shaped in the ancient times to protect this place of creation rushed in pieces, and were easily chopped by the dark titan like malt that was harvested.

   Just like the slaughter advancing in the material stars, even in the source of all births, there is still nothing that can stop the ravages of the strongest creatures under the stars.

  The burning traces go all the way forward, pointing to the place of the grand blueprint that hides the power left by the Firstborn.

   Right where Zovar is, in the holy hall in front of his eyes, the perfect plan of the firstborn for the universe is being preserved.

Zovar looked up and saw that the colorful rainbow lights staggered in the palace to outline the figure of the entire universe. It was a wonderful law unimaginable by the wisdom of mortals. It was like a constantly evolving living creature monitoring the changes of the real universe. .

   is like a console that only the creator can control.

   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 Zovar.

   You only need to reach out and reach out. He is trying to use the power of the creator as a means to turn his plan for the next era into reality.

  Unfortunately, there is really not much time left for Him.

   "Stop them! I need time."

  Zovall strode towards the floating rainbow light in front of him, and without looking back, he gave orders to the guards beside him who were manipulated with the power of command.

At this moment, whether it is a powerful recycler wandering on the mysterious Phantasmal Plain between the virtual and the real to recover the creation material to maintain the operation of the Holy Tomb, or the one who is instructed by the firstborn to stay in the land of creation to maintain its rules and operations. Chief Creator, these mechanical creations that are powerful enough to fight against the Eternals and the gods have stopped their work and ran fast in the direction of those outsiders.

   They obeyed the Warden's orders to buy precious time for the next era.

   In the palace of the grand blueprint, Zovar moved his arms and threw the warhammer behind him on the ground. He looked at the cosmic rainbow light dancing in front of him, and mobilized the power of control to penetrate his hands into it.

   The black power began to be poured into it, and the blueprint symbolizing the operation of the universe began to change to the perfect form in his imagination under the shape of the warden.

  Reshaping reality requires not only skill, but also a huge amount of energy as a supplement.

Therefore, under the urging of the warden's ruthless will, in the distant and chaotic maw, the anima hidden under the collapsed Torghast tower, those were intercepted and sent into the Maw's heart energy began to use Zovar's godhead as a carrier to inject transformation into the cosmic blueprint in front of him.

   But these are not enough.

   To reshape the universe into what Zovar wants to see, he needs more energy.

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

   Zovar said in a low voice.

   He closed his eyes.

  As the Lord of the Maw, he gave the final order to the desperate land, so the Maw "lived", and it began to devour all the "nutrients" in its own stomach like a living creature.

   those souls

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

  Whether it is the Deepsworn who obey Zovar, or 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 in the Maw, they cannot escape the malice from the Maw.

   And this is just the beginning.

  The conspiracy of Emperor Denathius and the Warden lasted countless ages to drive the Burning Legion, led by Sargeras, to produce horrific slaughter among the material stars.

   It is precisely because of those killings that the force of death is rapidly expanding, causing the force to be unbalanced. Now, the force of death that has expanded to the extreme has also been used by the warden as the "raw material" to put into this magnificent cause.

   He is the Eternal.

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

This authority was originally shared by the five Eternals, but now that the Great Emperor was seriously injured and fled, the Soldier Master gave up his divine status, the Queen of Winter was weak, and the eldest daughter was assassinated to death, there was no other Eternal who could be in the power. The dimension prevents the warden from throwing the death force into the shaping change of the cosmic blueprint.

Except for    Zare Sentis, the entire Shadow Realm was surging at this moment.

Countless small kingdoms in the    inter-domain were drained of power and disintegrated in an instant, and even the four major kingdoms encountered disasters caused by the extraction of the most original power.

The sinful souls imprisoned by the Venthyr of Revenders are dying fast, the forests of Blazing Wild are withering, the temples of the Citadel of Ascension are crumbling, and the land of Maldraxxus is desolate.

   This is just the beginning.

  Change is happening.

   It swept through the Shadow Realm in the form of disaster, starting from the source of the death force, and began to penetrate into the other five domains of the force.

  The sea of ​​matter stars flickers.

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

   She even started calling out Black's name across countless worlds.

asshole!

   What are you doing?

   Didn't you say you want to stop the root cause of all conspiracies?

  Why is such a horrific event happening now that even the material world is entering the process of reshaping!

   "Boom"

   A low bang resounded from the Holy Sepulchre outside the Grand Blueprint Palace.

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

Every time the tide of truth tumbles, there are dark creations from the abyss rushing into the place of creation, the Faceless and Krasis under the command of the Void Evil God melee with those very strange automatons, and go crazy. The Kethil wielded the power of the void to pull the land of creation into the realm of the void.

  Blake's "compatriots", those Void Lords who control the Lightless Sea have already sensed the temptation of truth emanating from Zarecentis.

   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 close to grabbing the mysterious power of the Firstborn, but they were afraid of the power of Sargeras, and could only probe their brains like mice on the edge of matter and void.

   They are shouting Void Words to Black:

   "Stop that bastard! If this goes on, the Sea of ​​Light will be finished! Blake, you are one of the most dangerous and cunning **** that have ever been born in the Sea of ​​Light.

   Come up with some backbone!

   Go and kill Zovar! We will cheer you on here! "

   "What are you urging! Aren't you busy? Don't you need to pay overtime if you want me to work overtime?"

   In the chaos, Black raised his head and scolded the Void Rift that was torn open above his head. He also knew that the situation was critical, but didn’t things have to be done step by step?

   "The big picture is above! Right ahead! Right above!"

From the perfect soul stone on   ’s shoulders, the weak voice of the eldest daughter, Gloria, came out. She pointed out the origin of everything with extreme precision, and instructed the evil **** who was wielding the power of depravity:

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

   That lunatic!

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

   "Lord Sargeras, above! Make a hole! Quick! Forget those automatons! The Re-Realization has begun."

  Black raised his head to look at the end of the burning palace in front of him, and shouted to Sargeras, the dark Titan who was slaughtering frantically.

The latter had already slashed through the palace wall leading to the deepest part of the birthplace with his sword. Under the reminder of the evil god, he wielded the Dark Ripper's long sword towards the palace above his head and sent a starburst slash to the palace. .

   In the shaking and swaying of the entire Holy Tomb of the First Nativity, as if the entire palace complex was collapsing, the burning tyrannical figure turned into a streamer of burning flames and disappeared in the upward cracking passage.

   "Boom"

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

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

   He looked at the cosmic blueprint in front of him that had already begun the process of reshaping, and turned to look at the dark titan walking towards him with a sword behind him.

   He said:

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

   "No interest! Coward! Go away!"

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

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

  Zovall reacted extremely quickly, grabbed the original Arbiter's warhammer under his feet, and swung his weapon at the mighty Sargeras with a valiant gesture.

  The two powerful gods tried their best to hit each other at this moment. The warhammer of the warden slammed into the chest of the dark titans and threw the chain of dominance to pierce Mr. Sa's fel body.

   However, Mr. Sa's war sword was slightly skewed, and it seemed to be influenced by Zovarna's power of dominance originating from the Firstborn, rubbing the warden's helmet and slashing it down.

   Zovar was unscathed, but there was no joy in his heart.

At Black's whistle, the warden turned his head in amazement, and saw that the sword that Sargeras slashed had already slashed into the magnificent blueprint that was reshaping the universe with the endless fury of the Dark Titan. .

  The violent fel force poured into it, causing the perfect plan left by the firstborn to burst into an overwhelmed sound, but it was the real creation of the creator, and it was tough enough that it was not completely broken.

   "No! I won't allow it! Stupid!"

  Zovall turned around frantically and threw Sargeras into the sacred place. The Dark Ripper's long sword was knocked out and stuck on the wall of the sacred place.

  Two powerful gods are entangled together and attack frantically.

   The warden could not tolerate his reinvention being 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."

  Sasong knocked the Warden back with a punch, and he looked at the Eternal who had been lost in his crazy fantasy with his burning eyes.

   He said sarcastically:

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

   I am not alone! "

"Um?"

Zoval, who slammed the Arbiter's warhammer madly at Mr. Sa, turned his head in shock, and saw the sneaky Lord Silent waving his own sad blade, which carried the power of life and the void, and gestured, obviously. It is the intention to use the dangerous weapon strengthened by the soldier to once again pierce the perfect blueprint that has been severely damaged.

   It was a sophisticated system that was in operation, and it was overwhelmed by Sargeras's sword, and if it came again, it would definitely collapse completely.

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

   And Blake seemed to sense Zoval's gaze, and turned his head back, showing a mild smile shyly, and even raised his hand and waved at Zoval to show his friendliness.

"boom"

   Cheering mourning blades stabbed into the endless perfect blueprint in Black's fierce piercing, making a fatal blow to the perfect future that Zovar longed for.

   On the other side, the weak Aggramar dragged the smashed Dark Ripper sword with both hands.

   In Zoval's desperate roar, he used his last strength to raise Sa's saber, and then slashed down towards the perfect blueprint that had already dimmed.

"Do not!!"

   Seeing that the perfect blueprint for reshaping reality collapsed into a plume of light flying in the sky in front of his eyes, the red-eyed warden dragged his warhammer like a beast towards the innocent-looking Blake in front of him.

   The Silent One did not have any counterattacks and defenses at all.

   He picked up his pipe, stood in the shattered feathers of light, and pointed to Zovall, who was pounced on him, behind him.

  Behind the warden, the huge burning figure spread its wings in an instant, casting a projection of destruction on the body of this poor **** who had lost everything.

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

  Blake exhaled a smoke ring with a comfortable gesture that all his work had been done, and said to Zovar who was sluggish in place:

   "You're dead, I just wish you lasted a little longer."

   (end of this chapter)