Who?
Who was it?
Who could defeat a wizard who had risen to the peak of the Radiant Moon realm in one move?
Everyone already had the answer, but none of them wanted to admit it. A rising human powerhouse had been defeated by an even more powerful and evil existence the moment he reached his new peak.
Two hundred meters away from the city wall was a lich dressed in luxurious clothes. His red robe with golden edges was a stark contrast to the blizzard, announcing his identity — the fallen Sun King, Anastrian Sunstrider!
His words were filled with endless darkness, and his voice spread throughout the battlefield, "Peak of the Radiant Moon realm? What a good seedling. Or should I say that you're worthy of being Duke Marcus's disciple? Haha … That's precisely why I want to destroy you! "
Anastrian spread his arms wide, his fiery red robes like a huge bleeding heart that stimulated the visual nerves of every living person.
"Cough cough!" Rhonin clutched his shoulder, struggling to get up from the ground in pain. He wasn't a wizard who specialized in ice magic, and he didn't have the Ice Barrier that could block even more powerful spells. The weak survivability of an arcane wizard was completely exposed at this moment.
He tried to organize a counterattack, but the intense pain from his shoulder and the chaotic feedback from his magical circuits made him realize that he was in a hopeless predicament. This was the first time he had unsealed himself and displayed his power in front of the world.
A veteran Breaking Dawn was indeed an existence that surpassed the imagination of mortals.
Anastrian ignored Rhonin's reaction and continued, "Duque … What a hateful name. He placed the shackles of the Alliance around the necks of the high elves, turning the noble elves into slaves to fulfill his ambitions. Then, he took away my only child, Kael 'thas. Duque — his sins are so grave that even extracting his soul and burning it with soulfire for ten thousand years won't be enough to quell the hatred in my heart. "
Mana so vast that it almost froze the air in the surroundings, rippling in a radius of several hundred metres. That terrifying mana was enough to make any mage feel despair. Just sensing it would make breathing difficult, not to mention fighting it.
Rhonin struggled to get up, but he didn't retreat. Because retreating was meaningless.
At this moment, a fiery red female figure stood in front of him. It was Bridget Abbendis!
"You …"
"I'm the one who pulled you into the charge! At the very least, if you fail, I should be the one to accompany you! "The female knight's expression was cold as she spoke of the heavy topic.
"Hehehe! What a beautiful friendship, or perhaps love? " Anastrian's face turned cold, before he let out an even more unfathomable and sinister smile. "If the only daughter of General Abbendis and Marcus' disciple were to be turned into immortals, I think it would be very interesting just thinking about their expressions!"
The man and woman standing on the battlefield fell silent.
"Hehe! I'd be very interested in taking the skull of the famous Sun King and hanging it in holy water at the entrance of Stratholme as a specimen! "A male voice came from afar, and almost at the same time, the sound of galloping horses could be heard.
A man and a horse emitted a dazzling golden light as they charged towards the Sun King from the towering walls of Stratholme along the long slope made of ice and snow.
Unlike the warhorses of the mortal world, this Paladin warhorse that was blessed with holy light was no exaggeration to say that it was a holy horse. Its speed was so fast that it left behind golden afterimages wherever the horse ran. Each afterimage could remain in the air for at least two to three seconds. It looked as if there was a streak of light extending from the walls to where the Sun King was.
The horse galloped and slashed sideways.
The skillful strike that had been used countless times to kill countless Beastmen was easily dodged. The only thing the hammer hit was the Sun King's afterimage.
After a flash, the Sun King, who had reappeared a hundred meters away, was not angry at all. He sneered, "Sedan Dathrohan, you're not qualified to be my opponent!"
"What if you count me in?" A loud voice sounded. Suddenly, the afterimage of a golden hammer flew in the air. The golden hammer almost hit the Sun King, but it was still dodged.
The second flash within a second allowed the Sun King to easily dodge the second attack.
The Sun King glanced at Turalyan, who had rushed out of the city gate, and had an indescribable look of contempt on his face. "It's not enough even if I count you in!"
At this moment, a thunderous roar reverberated on the battlefield.
"Still — have — me —"
A ray of golden light suddenly shone from the left side of the Calamity Army. In less than a tenth of a second, the golden light extended from left to right at high speed. It created a ripple in the ice-cold space and swept across the entire battlefield.
Wherever it passed, rows of skeleton soldiers and zombies would turn into ashes, silently disappearing into the void. The golden ripples swept across the thick land and a straight, slanted black line appeared on the white snowfield. The black line split the Undead Army into two from left to right.
Time seemed to have frozen at this moment.
The Sun King finally lost his composure. He had to forcefully activate the third flash within a second. However, when his elegant figure appeared a hundred meters away, there was an unconcealable look of horror on his face.
He screamed, "No!"
That was because two of his fingers on his left hand were scraped by the sneak attacker's attack and evaporated by the Holy Light.
Anastrian was finally enraged. "Alexandros Mograine — you're courting death!"
The one who had arrived was naturally Mograine! The main force that he led had finally arrived at the most crucial moment.
Unfortunately, even with his appearance, he still couldn't reverse the situation on the battlefield.
The Mage's [Flash] was too flexible!
The high-ranked Mage's [Flash] was even more insane. Not only could they use it continuously, but they could also flash to any place that was advantageous to them. Moreover, after their merciless and endless magical power was converted into magical damage, the continuous bombardment was something that even the Paladins, who were known as cockroaches, couldn't withstand.
That sneak attack just now was Mograine's best chance!
It was going to be difficult next!
If there were no accidents, the three Paladins of the Alliance would be beaten up badly. All they had to do was use the powerful Holy Light to delay the moment of defeat.
At this moment, without any warning, a golden illusory hand appeared out of thin air and grabbed Anastrian's body, pressing the Great Lich's head onto the battlefield.
White snowflakes flew everywhere, revealing the solid black ground below.
Anastrian's dead face and the crown on top of his head were pressed against the ground and rubbed forcefully!
A familiar voice sounded. "Yo, Sun King. You purposely came to bully my disciple. You're really something!"
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