The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Chapter 224: Holy Light Betrayed Me, Death Is the Truth

When Arthas was resisting N'Zoth's attack, Jaina suddenly teleported behind N'Zoth.

She gathered the power of the four elements in her hands, combining the power of wind, fire, water and earth into one, transforming into four-colored shock waves of white, red, blue and yellow, which she controlled and blasted towards N'Zoth's head.

"N'Zoth, face the wrath of the elements!"

At this moment, the four elements seemed to be roaring, venting their anger towards the ancient gods who once enslaved them.

No matter whether the past of the Dark Empire was good or bad, it could not stop Jaina from wanting to blow up N'Zoth.

Although I don't know why you transform into this form to fight us, it doesn't prevent me from having reasons to defeat you.

Using the souls and flesh of my compatriots as fuel is the last thing I can accept.

"Mortal, your power is too small."

"You've tried so many times, why don't you understand?"

"Your resistance is in vain in the face of the endless power of shadow."

Noticing the mage's small movements behind him, Enzos knocked the tough knight in front of him away with his staff.

She waved her staff, turned around and shot out a beam of purple-black light, confronting Jaina's shockwave head-on.

How can you think you can defeat me with the meager power those elemental servants have lent you?

I thought you guys were all very talented and I was bound to fail.

He had no choice but to give up some of his strength and personally take action to delay time.

This will buy time to hide the breach in my cage and await the arrival of my servants.

However, after my observations over this period of time, I found that you did hide a lot of things, but it is not enough. My incarnation is enough to destroy you.

"Embrace the shadows, abandon your weaker elements, and become more powerful."

"Don't try to quibble, you just want to control me!"

Seeing the full-strength attack she had carefully prepared for so long being slowly knocked back, Jaina screamed.

Calming her mind, she continued to squeeze the magic power in her body, increasing the output of the four elements' magic power, trying to fight back.

You are two realms higher than me, yet you deliberately come to tease me. This is really too much.

If this girl possessed the same power of a demigod as you, it would be hard to say who would win or lose!

"Give up resistance, the shadow will be your final destination."

Finding that Jaina was still resisting, N'Zoth extended a purple-black shadow tentacle from behind and stabbed at Jaina.

If yelling worked, I wouldn't have just watched the Titan seal me.

You came here on your own initiative. I didn't force you.

I wanted to invest in you, but not only did you not live up to my expectations, you also resisted my gift.

"Jaina, let me lend you a hand."

Seeing N'Zoth's sneak attack and Jaina in danger, Arthas quickly cut off the shackles on Morgana, turned around and ran towards Jaina.

He carried Frostmourne on his back, slung two swords across his body, stepped on the ground, and rushed into the sky. He erected a large golden shield on each side of her, and also created a layer of ice as a platform.

It's really despicable that they still launch a sneak attack when they have all the advantages.

If the three Stormsongs hadn't fainted, we could have fought you for another thousand rounds.

Do you want to tease us and make us accept your shadow blessing out of desperation?

Dream on! That's impossible. Who wants to be an octopus when they can be human?

Your aesthetic taste is totally different from ours. You want me to accept this advanced trend. Please forgive me for being stubborn and refusing to accept it.

"Alsace, we..."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

As N'Zoth's shadow beam gradually approached, Jaina wanted to run away. She was so arrogant because she had a way to retreat.

However, Arthas did not think so. He stretched out his left hand to gather the power of holy light, forming a one-foot-wide ray of light, which hit the shadow beam ten meters away from him.

He raised his right hand and tapped Jaina's rosy lips, then shook his head to signal her that there was no need to run yet.

"Jaina, find a place to rest."

After leaving a word, Arthas pushed his right hand and pushed the defenseless Jaina beside him towards the Stormsong couple who had already woken up.

We've put so much effort into pushing N'Zoth to this point. How can we just give up so easily?

When I really can’t beat you later, you can just send us back.

"Take her, I'll deal with N'Zoth."

"No problem, Arthas. I'll leave everything to you from now on."

Seeing that his holy light had delivered Jaina intact to Dessuhil's arms, Arthas quickly turned around and retreated.

Neither the shield nor my "self-created skills" could defeat N'Zoth, and she didn't even give herself a chance to speak.

As a representative of justice who hopes for light, I will hide away first and run away!

"Are you okay, Jaina?"

"Don't push yourself too hard. You should take a good rest."

After setting up a water elemental barrier with her husband and son and making sure the surroundings were temporarily safe, Dessuhil raised her hand and placed Jaina on her thigh, touching Jaina's head and comforting her softly.

At this moment, she and Pluto couldn't help but feel sincere regret.

They wanted to see the truth, but it seemed like they had gone a little too far and deviated from their original idea.

In front of this shadow demon, all their hard-planned strategies seemed to have come to nothing.

They should have found a way to stop Jaina and Arthas in front of the passage to prevent everyone from falling into the trap of the evil god N'Zoth.

It has come to that point. If we wait a little longer until everyone arrives, perhaps our chances of winning will be better.

Given the current situation, we can only hope for a miracle. We hope that the miracle can purify the filth like the previous rain of holy light.

"Aunt Dessir, I'm fine."

"I swear, we'll be fine."

"Don't swear, Jaina."

"In the blink of an eye, you have grown up and are still like a child."

"I'm not! I'm a mother now."

Shaking her head gently, Jaina relied on Dessuhil's shoulders and struggled to stand up.

Don't worry, if the emergency really comes, I will take you away immediately.

I have said before that I will cover the bottom line and I will do what I say.

Is this what Arthas called the phobia of insufficient firepower? After all, I underestimated N'Zoth's arrangement here.

"In our eyes, you are still the little princess we remember."

"So, you are still a little girl."

He touched Jaina's head again and teased her. Dessuhil silently denied it in his heart, and a somewhat pessimistic thought began to take root.

At the last moment of death, it might be a good thing to die with a smile.

At least Brutus and I will ensure that our final strength can easily destroy our souls and bodies, and we will not be at the mercy of the evil god N'Zoth.

"In this land, you have no hope of victory."

"Arthas Menethil, even if you can hide, you cannot escape the pursuit of the shadow."

On the other side, while the four investigation members were trying to make the best of a difficult situation and resist the corruption of N'Zoth's Whispers, N'Zoth finally caught Arthas.

She was more than ten meters above the ground, and she stretched out her slender left hand, tightly grasped his neck, and issued an ultimatum.

It gathered several tentacles to tie up Arthas, and casually threw away the two long swords behind him, throwing them down and stabbing them into the flesh.

The soft arms that seemed to have no muscles at all were able to lift a heavy knight wearing a full set of plate armor.

Although it is unclear how you can switch freely between the two states of the living and the dead, once you become a part of me, all the truth will become clear.

"I'll ask you one last time, do you want to accept my blessing?"

"Hehe... I'll say it one last time. I believe... I believe in the Holy Light."

No matter how much strength N'Zoth increased with his left hand, Arthas remained fearless, staring at the "infinitely charming" N'Zoth in front of him with a pair of eyes filled with faint blue light.

Your voice has become more melodious, but I have seen another you, the you who also transformed into a woman to seduce me.

You all have your own strengths and weaknesses in elf form, but in my previous life I preferred normal elves. My first character was a male Sin'dorei Paladin!

It is absolutely impossible for you to seduce me to fall by dressing like this. If you have the ability... I have a wife, I have magical weapons, I have power, and I also have strength.

"Very good. What I admire most is heroes like you."

N'Zoth was no longer tolerant of this stubborn knight who refused to listen.

He released purple-black shadow power from his left hand, used Arthas' neck as an outpost, and began to use shadow to erode his body.

What she wanted most was to eliminate the power of Holy Light in Arthas' body. The dark vanguard in front of her belonged to the shadow, not the Holy Light.

He was wearing dark and scary equipment, but he kept saying that he believed in the Holy Light, and that the Holy Light gave him strength.

As expected, he is the hypocritical Holy Light, the chosen "saint", with the same character as Him.

I have seen through you a long time ago. You are a shameless, treacherous, hypocritical person.

I hope you can still say these words when you obtain the supreme shadow truth later.

"The Light has cruelly forsaken you, Arthas Menethil."

"The shadow selflessly accepted you. In the endless dream, I saw the truth of reality and became mine..."

"The Light betrayed me! Death is the truth!"

Feeling that the Void Elves in front of him had relaxed, Arthas seized the opportunity, roared, and called upon the power of death that treats everything fairly.

As if he heard the passionate call of Arthas, the son of light and death, the supreme force of death (necromancy) generously endowed him with powerful demigod powers to help him destroy the void enemies before him.

A servant of the void, an old god, the representative of death, he wouldn't mind having his messengers destroy it personally if possible.

The false messenger of death, the real messenger of "death", Arthas stretched out his hands and shattered the tentacles wrapped around him.

Displaying the true power of the Lich King, his eyes became even colder. He raised his hand and pinched the left hand of the Void Elf in front of him.

He spared no effort and showed no mercy, gathering icy spiritual energy in his hands, froze it, and with great force, broke it in one move.

"How is it possible that even death favors you so much?"

"The Holy Light loves you so much, yet you insist on embracing death."

Without making any cry of pain, N'Zoth immediately took a big step back and looked at the Dark Lord in front of him whose aura had changed drastically with questioning.

She suddenly found it a little unbelievable that Arthas' most hidden trump card was actually the demigod-level power of death.

It was obvious that this aura on him had disappeared long ago. What happened just now that caused his power to become so strong and to regain this aura?

She sensed that the power in his body now seemed to have belonged to him originally, and was exactly the same as when he had recovered his legendary holy light power before.

He realized that his previous guess was correct, and the knight in front of him was the biggest opponent he had encountered this time.

While feeling thankful that his cover-up mission was complete, N'Zoth glanced at his missing left arm and frowned.

She used the power of shadow in her body to heal her avatar and regrow her left hand.

She clenched her fists, summoned tentacles, and blasted shadow spells at Arthas, increasing the mental interference with others.

At this point, facing opponents of the same level, Enzos has no choice but to fight seriously.

As Arthas continued to explode, hope began to appear in the eyes of others.

Enzos admitted that all the measures he took to break down their inner defenses had failed completely and declared bankruptcy.

"But I am increasingly optimistic about you, Arthas Menethil."

"Let me see if you can defeat me, or if you can take the initiative to accept the power of the shadow."

"People like you, holy light and death..."

"My belief is the reason why they chose me."

"I have my own path, the path that belongs only to me, Arthas Menethil."

"In my life, no one can stop me, and no one can twist my will."

"And you... N'Zoth, now it's time for us to start our real battle."

"Welcome the eternal sleep that death has bestowed upon you. Your so-called empty dreams are but illusions. Only death is eternal."

As two clear and joyful sword sounds rang out, relying on the calling of his heart, Arthas took the power of Frostmourne and Menethil back into his own hands.

The rice sword in his left hand was entangled by evil aura and blood aura, while the magic sword in his right hand was surrounded by thick frost aura.

With them, Alsaston felt the feeling of "inferiority and powerlessness" disappear and became confident again.

The change in his mentality made the pressure of the Dark King on Arthas even stronger. He only slashed out two cross sword energies containing the power of the undead, and he blocked the bombardment of shadow spells from the sky.

When "holy light" cannot save us, "death" is our lifeline.

The thoughts in my mind have never changed, which is why I am invincible as a kind person and fearless as a brave person.

If my "Shadow" wasn't so bad, I really want to see the confused and thoughtful expression on your face when you see me as a Shadow.

Of course, when you see me like that, you might not have any emotions and will just continue to fight with me.

Well...it's best if you maintain a pleasing appearance. I really can't bear to look at the tentacle monsters every day.

Seeing a good situation with an advantage, who could... I misjudged you, Enzos, you have no martial ethics.

"Enzos, you can't hurt them."

He raised his sword and slashed it with a huge slash, cutting off the tentacles of N'Zoth that were attacking Jaina and the others. Then Arthas used another sword to forge an "Ice Fortress" for them.

Under the protection of the frost barrier, Jaina and the others were able to temporarily resist N'Zoth's attacks and cut off his mental interference.

They can finally have a good rest and become spectators, cheering and cheering for Arthas.

"The so-called Lord of Shadows, don't you even have the courage to face me head-on?"

"On the battlefield of demigods, all weaknesses that will be discovered are nothing more than..."

"Enzos, you are right."

Arthas agreed with what N'Zoth said, interrupted her and couldn't help but applaud.

You are still too arrogant, N'Zoth. Do you really think that we have been abused by you for so long just to eat for nothing?

I said you were lax. When facing an opponent like you, a moment of laxity will be your fatal weakness.

"In the battlefield of demigods, all weaknesses that are discovered can be exploited and even more deadly."

Looking at N'Zoth whose body was pierced by several huge ice spikes he made, and the evil and bloody wind he summoned blowing through her flesh, Arthas applauded her again.

Any slight at any time is fatal, and when I think of the torture I went through, I couldn't even keep my own badge.

My heart was filled with joy, and I couldn't help wanting to chant... Yongsha's power was too strong, and it made me addicted... I really wanted to...