Who could defeat a wizard who had rocketed to the pinnacle of Grand Magus with just a single move?
In truth, everyone already knew the answer in their hearts, but no one wanted to admit that a rising human powerhouse had been defeated by a more powerful and evil entity at the very moment he reached his new peak.
Two hundred meters from the city wall, a Lich dressed in luxurious clothes—a red robe with gold edges that seemed utterly out of place in the snowstorm—declared his identity: the fallen Sun King Anasterian Sunstrider! His words carried an endlessly cold voice that spread throughout the battlefield: "At the peak of Grand Magus? What a good candidate. Or, are you worthy of being Edmund Duke’s disciple? Haha... That’s why I want to destroy you even more!"
Anasterian opened his arms, and the fiery red robe was like a huge, bleeding heart, stimulating the visual nerves of every living person.
"Cough, cough!" Rhonin covered his shoulder and struggled to rise from the ground in pain. He was not a frost mage, nor did he possess the Ice Barrier that could resist higher-level magic damage. The weaker survivability of arcane mages was fully exposed at this moment. He tried to organize a counterattack, but the severe pain in his shoulder and the confusion fed back by his magic circuit made Rhonin, who had just lifted the seal and displayed his power to the world for the first time, realize he was in a desperate predicament.
The veteran Antonidas-level strongman was indeed an existence beyond the imagination of mortals.
Ignoring Rhonin’s reaction, Anasterian continued, "Duke... What a disgusting name. He put the shackles of the Alliance on the necks of the high elves and turned the noble elves into slaves to realize his ambitions! Then he took away my only child, Kael’thas. Duke—his sins are so serious that even if I extract his soul and roast it with soul fire for ten thousand years, I can’t vent the hatred in my heart."
The magical power was so immense that it almost condensed the air in the surrounding space, surging and fluctuating within a radius of hundreds of meters. This terrifying magical power was enough to make every mage despair. Just feeling it made them feel breathless, let alone fighting against it.
Rhonin struggled to stand, but he did not retreat, because retreating was meaningless. At this moment, a fiery female figure stood in front of him. It was Bridget Abendis!
"I was the one who pulled you into this charge! At least if you fail, I should be with you!" The female knight’s face was cold as she spoke of heavy topics.
"Haha! What a beautiful friendship, or should I say love?" Anasterian’s face turned cold, then he smiled an even more elusive and meaningful evil smile: "If the only daughter of General Abendis and the disciple of Edmund were turned into undead together, just thinking about their expressions, I already think it would be very interesting!"
The man and woman standing on the battlefield fell silent.
"Hehe! I would also find it very interesting if we took off the skull of the famous Sun King, packed it in holy water, and hung it as a specimen at the gate of Stratholme!" A male voice came from afar, and almost at the same time as the voice came the sound of hurried horse hooves.
A man and a horse, radiating dazzling golden light, charged towards the Sun King at high speed from the towering walls of Stratholme, along the long slope made of ice and snow. Unlike ordinary warhorses, this Paladin steed, blessed by Holy Light, was no exaggeration to call a holy horse. Its speed was so swift that it left golden afterimages wherever it galloped, each shadow lingering in the air for at least two or three seconds. It looked like a line of light extending from the city wall directly to the Sun King’s position.
He rode his horse at full speed and attacked from the side. This skillful blow, used countless times and having slain countless orcs, was easily dodged, and the only thing the hammer struck was the Sun King’s afterimage.
After flashing, the Sun King, who reappeared a hundred meters away, was not angry at all. He sneered: "Saidan Dathrohan, you are not qualified to be my opponent!"
"What about me?" A sharp shout sounded, and suddenly, a golden hammer flew through the air. The golden hammer almost struck the Sun King, but it was dodged. The second flash within one second allowed the Sun King to easily avoid the second attack.
Glancing at Turalyon, who was rushing out from the city gate, the Sun King had an expression of indescribable contempt on his face: "Even with you, it’s not enough!"
At this moment, a thunderous roar echoed across the battlefield.
A golden light suddenly illuminated the left side of the Scourge, and in less than one-tenth of a second, the golden light extended from left to right at high speed, creating a ripple in the cold space, sweeping across the entire battlefield. Wherever they passed, rows of skeleton soldiers and zombies turned to ashes and silently vanished into the void. The golden ripples swept across the thick earth, and a straight, slanted black line immediately appeared on the white snowfield. The black line ran from left to right, dividing the entire undead army into two.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment. The Sun King finally lost his composure and had to force himself to flash for the third time within one second. However, when his elegant figure reappeared a hundred meters away, he wore an expression of horror that he could not hide.
Because two fingers on his left hand had been grazed by the attacker’s strike and were directly evaporated by the Holy Light.
Anasterian finally erupted in anger: "Alexandros Mograine—you are looking for death!"
The one who had arrived was, of course, Mograine! The large army he led had finally arrived at the most critical moment. Unfortunately, even with his appearance, he still couldn’t reverse the disadvantage on the battlefield. A mage’s Flash was so flexible! The Flash of high-level mages was even more insane. Not only could they use Flash continuously to teleport to any advantageous location, but after their endless magic power was converted into magical damage, the continuous bombardment was so severe that even the so-called "weak" Paladins could not withstand it.
That sneak attack just now had been Mograine’s best chance! Next, it would be difficult to fight! If nothing unexpected happened, the three great paladins of the Alliance would be miserably beaten. All they could do was use their powerful Holy Light to delay the moment of defeat.
At this moment, without any warning, a golden illusory hand suddenly appeared out of thin air, grabbed Anasterian’s body, and slammed the great Lich directly onto the battlefield. White snowflakes flew everywhere, revealing the solid black soil underneath. Anasterian’s dead face and the crown on his head were pressed to the ground and rubbed hard!
A familiar voice rang out: "Hey, Sun King, you came all this way to bully my disciples—you’re truly something!"