What happened next made everyone who saw it speechless.
If Illidan's slash had missed, and his all-out attack had been dodged by Imriel, he might have admitted that Imriel had grown into an unimaginably strong enemy in the short but intense battle.
But —
The person who changed the course of this deadly attack was Duke Marcus.
This made Illidan unable to accept it.
What made it even more difficult for his pride to accept was that Duque had caught his Warblade of Azzinoth between his fingers.
That's right!
Duque had used his mortal body to catch Illidan's lightning-fast attack.
Even though it was not as gentle as a butterfly's wing, Duque had paid a huge price. His entire left hand had exploded in order to catch this dark-powered Divine Weapon. His skin and muscles were torn apart, leaving only the bones and tendons of his fingers filled with arcane energy.
But Illidan still felt that the time and space around him had frozen, and he greedily breathed in the hot air.
"How … How is this possible!?" Illidan panted in a barely audible voice.
He tried hard to restrain his body that was about to tremble as he recalled the unbelievable scene in front of him.
He had slashed as fast as he could.
He was fast, but Duque was even faster.
Because he was so focused on killing Imriel, he had neglected a very important detail. Duque, who was dozens of steps away, did not move. But in fact, Duque had moved.
Duque had left a real illusion on the spot, and then his entire body was in a state of invisibility, followed by the fire element Blazing Haste and Haste!
When a demigod-level mage used this skill, his speed was too fast.
No Haste Potion in the world could achieve this effect.
Even with Illidan's dynamic vision, he could still see a series of afterimages left behind by Duque's speed.
His strike could be said to have arrived first even though he had launched it later. Who knew that Duke's strike was even more terrifying than his. Duke had caught up to him from dozens of steps away after he had launched his strike. Duke threw away the staff in his hand and used his left hand to grab his Divine Weapon War Blade.
Initially, he thought that he could cut off Imriel's neck and Duque's hand.
It turned out that he had thought too much.
On the blade that he had extended, there were indeed three fingers that were very characteristic of the Scourge Army — thumb, index, and middle fingers.
Moreover, he did not grab the blade from the front, but bent his wrist and grabbed the back of the blade from the back. He did not enter the path of the blade, but caught up with the speed of Azzinoth's Warblade.
While the main hand of Azzinoth's Warblade was grabbed by Duque, the other hand's blade collided with Imriel's shield.
At this critical moment, Duque's right hand suddenly lit up with the brightest golden light. That was the holy light of the Demon Slayer in Duque's hand.
At this critical moment, Duque's right hand suddenly lit up with the brightest golden light. That was the holy light of the Demon Slayer in Duque's hand.
Looking at the rapidly magnifying golden light in his field of vision, at this moment, it was too late.
Illidan used all his strength. Whether he continued to slash forward, pull back, or dodge left and right, he could not escape this attack.
The [Slow Spell] that Duke had just cast made Illidan feel like he was pulling on a chain that was tied to a mountain.
His extremely slow and heavy body made it impossible for him to escape.
If Illidan's attack was said to be as fast as lightning, then Duque had forcefully reduced Illidan's speed to the level of a snail, and then used the speed of a tortoise to demonstrate what it meant to be "relatively fast as lightning."
Under normal circumstances, Illidan would not have been hit by this attack no matter what.
However, Duque's attack made him feel even more pain and despair.
Duque's face was emotionless. He did not show any deep hatred for the Elven traitor, nor did he show any sympathy for him. He did not show any gloating over his impending fall, nor did he show any smugness of getting rid of a rival in love. Instead, Duque had a strange look that said, "I understand you, but don't blame me."
Illidan was suddenly stunned.
He remembered the various magical things about Duque, and the legend that Duque claimed to have peeped into the future in the river of time …
Could it be that Duque really understands me!?
There was no time for Illidan to think about life.
The gorgeous golden sword finally pierced into Illidan's chest. Anyone could see that it was where Illidan's heart was.
"Ahhhhhh —" The sharp blade pierced through, but the pain of the sharp weapon was secondary. The burning holy power entering his chest was the biggest source of pain for the half-demon Illidan.
Unable to bear it, Illidan let out the most tragic howl.
Almost instinctively, Illidan made a dying counterattack against Duque. Duque barely managed to block the main attack of the [Twin Blades of Azzinoth] with the [Ice Barrier]. However, the off-hand of the blade flashed past, and the entire right arm of the humanoid puppet that looked like Duque flew into the sky.
Duque stumbled back.
Illidan still did not admit defeat. He threw away the blade in his left hand and held the hilt with his right hand, trying to pull out the [Demon Slayer].
At this time, Imriel, who had just recovered from his daze, heard Duque's command, "Hoof, go! Smash the hilt! "
Heroes were heroes because they had the courage that mortals could only look up to. Even though he had just escaped from being decapitated again, Imriel's legs under his bow suddenly straightened, and his whole body shot out like a cannonball.
"Go to hell, so-called king of the Outlands!" Hoof used the shield to forcefully block Illidan's main blade, raised the warhammer high in the air, drew a beautiful golden arc in the air, and used the last bit of strength in his body to smash the bottom of the hilt.
Like a hammer hitting a nail, the [Demon Slayer], which was originally only halfway into Illidan's chest, finally broke through Illidan's extremely strengthened demonic body, pierced through his chest, and came out from his back.
That was not all.
The powerful impact nailed Illidan to the ground.
Just a moment ago, Illidan did not understand why Duque was so stupid as to throw away his staff and take the blow with his own body.
Now he understood — [Atiesh] was much more valuable than Duque, a human puppet. And [Atiesh], which was thrown out, did not go anywhere. It was now standing behind him.
This divine artifact staff with rare spatial characteristics had already sealed the entire space around it.
Illidan Stormrage had nowhere to run!
"Ahhhhh — impossible! How could you even calculate this!? "Illidan's eyes were red.
He roared and struggled, only to find that he was like a nailed frog. He could not move at all on the ground that had been solidified by Spatial Magic. The dark energy in his body flowed out of his body like a flood.
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