Following that, the Countess flung her arm. The scorched skull, still shrouded in flame elements, drew a perfect arc in the air and landed beside Baron Rivendare's feet.
"Kurtaz?!" Even though his face was beyond recognition, even though his soul sensed his broken chains, Rivendare's movements turned sluggish at the sight of his comrade's demise.
Disregarding his divinity, he knew his own capabilities.
If not for his master reviving him out of loyalty, he would still be a vengeful spirit by the Sunwell, or perhaps he would have been annihilated by the holy light.
Unfortunately, it was impossible for him to reverse this defeat.
"No!" he roared, and launched a suicidal charge at Magni, who had descended from the heavens.
"Hmph!" Magni was rather displeased. He had already noticed that Rivendare's scarlet soul pupils weren't looking at him, but Duque.
He didn't roar. Instead, Magni remained strangely silent. His left hand that was holding the axe first smashed out with a hammer.
That's right!
It was a hammer!
[Galestorm's Hammer] formed from lightning!
If it was in the past, Rivendare would have used his astounding horsemanship to maneuver his undead warhorse to nimbly dodge.
But now, he couldn't care less.
If this dragged on, his end would still be destruction.
Might as well give it a shot!
Intense lightning bolts exploded on the undead warhorse. Violent lightning snakes wriggled around the undead warhorse. Even though the undead warhorse was a spirit, it couldn't help but twitch under such a powerful elemental attack.
However, Rivendare's body had already entered a jumping slash state.
His posture was as perfect as Grom Hellscream.
"You want to go over? Have you asked for my permission?! " At this moment, Magni's right arm abruptly swung. His speed was fast and his strength was ferocious. It was as though Magni was swinging a gigantic plate. Yes, a plate made entirely out of flames.
[Hand of Savras, Balrog Ragnaros] had unleashed its might!
The divine warhammer transformed into a waterfall of flames as it smashed towards Rivendare.
"Die — Duque!" Rivendare bellowed malevolently as though he didn't see the gigantic flaming warhammer crashing towards his lower body.
"Bang!"
Sparks flew in all directions.
The leader of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, Rivendell, had half of his body turned into charcoal, disappearing into the wind.
Who would have thought that when the warhammer swung down, Rivendell's sword wielding upper body actually maintained its original trajectory and continued pouncing towards Duque.
"Hmm?" Vanessa was the first to notice something was wrong. She immediately threw a dozen flying daggers.
Queen Sylvan's thunderbolt bolt struck Rivendell's chest accurately at the crimson soulfire.
Then, it was Riadeline's [Hammer of Wrath], which was infused with the will of the Holy Knight Destroyer. The golden holy light hammer directly smashed onto the back of the Death Knight, and the sound of bones breaking could be heard.
But Rivendell was still desperate.
At this moment, everyone finally realized that Rivendell had abandoned all defenses and relied solely on his body to withstand the attacks. It was all for the sake of perishing together with Duque.
"Pfft!" Vanessa suddenly burst out laughing without a care in the world.
A mere Horseman of the Apocalypse with low HP wanted to fight to the death with her immoral and beastly Duke Master who kept all his life-saving skills?
Was the Death Knight's brain damaged?
When Vanessa turned to look at Duque, she was shocked to see Duque not evading. Instead, he wielded his staff in his left hand and his sword in his right as he strode forward.
"Damn it!"
Is my master addicted to being a swordsman?
Swordsman?
Perhaps!
Humans are despicable!
Humans are despicable!
Humans are despicable!
The feeling of being one with the despicable wasn't bad at all.
If he could defeat the BOSS, he would never allow it to reach its peak. This was Duque's maxim.
But sometimes, Duque would let his emotions get the better of him. For example, now...
In terms of emotions, he could tolerate those who were afraid of death and willingly become the Lich King's servant in order to obtain eternal life. However, he absolutely disliked those who sold out their teammates, their master, and even their own subjects for the sake of their so-called immortality, turning them into Undead.
This was what Duque told himself. "I will destroy him completely!"
Duque struck!
It was an ordinary stab that even a three-month-old militia could execute. The strange spiral-shaped, screw-like longsword pierced Rivendell's head. It was as though Rivendell was sending himself to his death.
Duque's sword pierced through the pale face of the nobleman who kept spitting out crazily. Like a watermelon, the dried brain matter and shrunken brain matter splattered all over the ground.
But not a single drop or piece of rotten flesh could penetrate Duque's [Ice Barrier] and stain Duque's blue and white magician robes.
Amateurs enjoyed the show, while experts observed the artistry.
Riadeline and Magni could only sense that something was amiss.
Only Vanessa and Queen Sylvanas sensed that Duque seemed to have vanished in that instant.
It wasn't a physical disappearance. Duque could still be sensed, seen, heard, and smelled. But it was as though Duque had vanished for a split second.
"This is......"
"Hmm, a little technique in using the soul."
This was a skill that Duque had learned when he was a Void Lord. The undying had no five senses towards the outside world. Because of death, the five senses of the living would no longer transmit any response. The only thing they could rely on was their soul.
Everything in the world had a soul.
Even a rock that mortals thought was lifeless actually contained large amounts of bacteria and microorganisms. These organisms formed the body of a soul, and the soul undulations they emitted could still be sensed by the undying.
Thus, in the world of the undying, only the color of the soul remained.
What Duque did was to block the dissipation of his soul in that instant.
Thus, in the perception of mortals, Duque didn't do anything. In fact, Duque had already vanished from Rivendell's sight for a while.
In the end, Rivendell foolishly delivered his head to the rapidly thrusting Spiralling Rapier's blade.
"Ahhhhhh —" That was the final scream of Rivendell's soul.
It intensely stimulated the eardrums and souls of the spectators.
"Has Rivendell's soul been completely destroyed this time?" Queen Sylvie asked. She still remembered that she had 'killed' Rivendell once on the Isle of Quel's Danas.
"Basically."
"Basically?" Queen Sylvanas was curious.
"Sigh!" Duque sighed. "The Scourge are the most troublesome. I can indeed destroy their souls with holy light. If their souls aren't complete before I destroy them, such as preserving or hiding a portion, they can still rely on the remaining souls to 'resurrect'. "
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