Bridget, who was helping Rhonin up, could not hide the surprise on her face.
Dathrohan, Turalyon, and Mograine also had expressions of surprise on their faces.
Other than a certain weirdo, only Breaking Dawn Archmages could deal with Breaking Dawn Archmages!
This was a consensus, more like common sense.
If there was anyone in the Alliance who could fight against the fallen Sun King Anastrian, then that person would be Duque!
Wasn't Duque helping those long-ears deal with the contamination of the Sunwell?
Already done?
The three holy knights galloped towards the young figure who had stepped out of the portal and appeared in the middle of the battlefield.
The white robe with blue edges was fluttering in the cold snowstorm, and the wide sleeves were swollen by the cold wind, making them abnormally fat.
Beside him were countless low-level undead creatures.
However, with his appearance, the Undyings were like sandmen blown away by the wind, silently dissipating into the void, revealing a large empty space.
There was no surging magical wave, nor was there a thunderous appearance.
Duque just stood quietly on the battlefield, as if he was strolling in his own garden, full of comfort and joy.
That temperament that was completely different from the cruelty of war made everyone look at Duque in a higher light.
"Mas … ter?" Rhonin's eyes widened in disbelief, his long red hair seemed to be glowing.
Duque smiled and nodded at Rhonin, then tilted his head slightly. "Colonel Abbendis, please take Wizard Rhonin down to treat his wounds."
"Hmm." Bridget let out a long sigh of relief as she held Rhonin's arm and brought him to the back.
At this moment, there was a burst of magical power in the distance. A cold blue flame cut the golden hand summoned by Duque into several pieces, and the golden glow disappeared in the wind.
Anastrian crawled up in a sorry state. "Bastard! How dare you treat me like this? "
"Huh? What did you say? How did I treat you? Like this? Like this? Or like this? " Every expert on the battlefield was dumbfounded. To their astonishment, they saw one golden hand after another appearing out of thin air and slapping towards the Breaking Dawn expert, the Sun King, who had once held an incomparably noble status.
Whether it was the black Magic Shield, the eggshell-like [Ice Shield] with ice shards, or the signature ice magic skill [Ice Barrier], none of them could resist Duque's mysterious golden hands.
Although none of the golden hands seemed to be able to inflict serious damage on the Sun King, it was still a slap to his face.
These golden palms felt like phantoms. They easily passed through the Sun King's defense and slapped his face and body.
As a Lich, they were practically immune to physical attacks. Their rotting bodies did not have a single spot that could be considered fatal. As long as the phylactery was still there and the Lich's soul was not damaged, they could resurrect infinitely and come to trouble you infinitely.
It wasn't that Duque didn't understand this, but he just wanted to slap the Sun King in the face.
A left slap!
A slap to the right!
A slap to the left and a slap to the right!
"Isn't this … possible?!" Anastrian was dumbfounded. He had no idea how Duque had done it.
It clearly looked like a holy attack, but the dark magic in his body did not react at all.
He had already isolated all the external magic around him, but this pair of ghostly, illusory palms still kept slapping his face.
Compared to the insignificant physical damage he had suffered, the damage to his spirit was greater.
How could the once lofty Sun King, the elven hero, whose pride had exploded, withstand such an insult?
He was almost going crazy!
Finally, he could not take it anymore. He took out a very warrior-style helmet from his spatial bag and put it on. The small magic formation activated on it finally isolated Duque's seemingly nonsensical magic attacks.
Even so, he had lost all his face.
"Duque! Do you really think that all Breaking Dawn Mages have the same strength? You just dealt with the crisis at the Well of the Sun and are exhausted. If we really fight, how can you be my match?! "
The Sun King's shout made everyone's hearts hang in the air again.
Duque had just dealt with the Well of the Sun and rushed over?
Duque shrugged. "It's indeed quite tiring to deal with the pollution at the Well of the Sun, but … I can still kill you!"
Anastrian had once thought that as long as he did not have the support of the Well of the Sun, he would definitely be able to beat Duque like a dog under equal conditions. But obviously, he was wrong!
He could not figure out how Duque had managed to hit him just now.
He only knew that it should have nothing to do with magic.
Gritting his teeth, Anastrian fell into deep hesitation.
He didn't know if he could deal with Duke, especially with Mograine holding [Ashbringer] and glaring at him like a tiger watching its prey.
If he lost to Duque, the worst that could happen was that his body would be completely destroyed.
Losing his original body was not fatal for a great lich, but it would not be fun at all if he was hit by the terrifying Ashbringer.
Just now, the souls of the two fingers on his hand had disappeared simply by being scratched by the sword light from Ashbringer.
They had disappeared forever!
This proved that Ashbringer, as mentioned in the Doomsday Army's report on the Isle of Quel 'Danas, had the special effect of destroying evil souls.
The Sun King stared at Duque. He really could not tell what was going on with Duque.
Simply by sensing the elemental aura that was overflowing from Duque, he was definitely much more depressed than the last time he saw Duque. However, from his Spiritual World Vision, he could see that Duque's soul aura was more than twice as vigorous as last time.
It was basically impossible for a Mage of the same level to see through the operation of the other's magic circuit. They could only judge the general situation of the other party from the aura.
The Sun King could not see anything, but he was sure that Duque's circuit was in a very ideal state at the moment. There was no circuit damage at all!
In other words, Duque could normally produce a large amount of magic power in his body!
"Hmph!" Gritting his teeth, the Sun King made a decision. At this moment, he had no chance of winning against Duque and Mograine!
After a cold snort, the Sun King's figure began to become blurry. At first, his silhouette could still be recognized, but later, it was as if his entire body was separated by a curtain of water. In just two seconds, the Sun King's figure completely disappeared into the air.
Then, the dark clouds in the sky began to quickly dissipate.
The sky — cleared up!
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