Chapter 503 The Wrath of Seiya
Heatherine suddenly appeared beside Arthas, a blazing lightsaber piercing his armor. Then, a burst of black flame erupted from Arthas's body.
Arthas forced Heather, who had suddenly appeared and successfully launched a sneak attack, away with a single sword strike. His body surged with death energy, and it took him a long time to extinguish the flames that were burning his soul.
"Heather, I forgive your offense, but you must be my knight, leading my legions of the dead to fight for me!"
"Look at yourself now! You're no longer the Prince of Arthas you once were; you've become a monster!"
Arthas's towering body began to tremble. He didn't care about the pain caused by the burning of his soul, but being identified as a monster by Heatherine drove him almost insane.
“I, Al…”
A bright moon quietly appeared, and a burst of moonlight suddenly erupted from Arthas's body, before a beam of moonlight pierced through his body and shot into the distance.
Allen seized the opportunity when Arthas was distracted and fired "Evening Moon," succeeding in his sneak attack once again.
The moonlight shattered repeatedly on Arthas's body, extinguishing a large amount of death energy before finally dissipating. The hazy mist around Arthas disappeared, revealing his tattered armor and filthy body.
"...You have successfully enraged me. You will all be destroyed by Arthas. Your bodies will become my nourishment, and your souls will never see the light again..."
Arthas roared incessantly, his body cracking open with numerous small gashes that spewed forth large amounts of black death energy, spreading outwards and connecting with the originally formless and intangible cage of confinement.
An ancient and desolate pressure appeared, looking down with the contempt of a superior on the masses within the cage, and wisps of black death energy recklessly drained the life force of all living beings.
"This is... the will of the Great Shaman!"
The orcish high priests Izara and Jolin were also suppressed. The two powerful figures glanced at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes.
Arthas gradually floated up, no longer roaring angrily, but chanting obscure incantations in an indifferent tone. In his eyes, all living beings had to obey his will and let him extract their life force for his own use.
Although Heatherine was hidden in the light, she was still drained by Arthas. She felt her life force draining away bit by bit. She flashed out of the light, conjured a blazing spear once more, leaped high, and charged forward.
Arthas glanced at Heather, his two blue ghostly eyes, hidden deep within his armor, showed no emotion. He casually swung his blue greatsword down, and a massive amount of black death energy surged toward Heather in the direction of the slash.
Heatherine's blazing spear was blocked. The dazzling light and the black death aura reacted violently, and black flames filled the sky like clouds between the two.
A burst of starlight enveloped Allen, who shot through the black barrier of flames like a cannonball. The "Evening Moon" longbow in his hand shone brightly in the moonlight, and long, radiant arrows shot out continuously as he rushed directly to Arthas's side and fired at close range.
"You want to fight orcs in melee? How foolish..."
Arthas's figure swayed slightly as his blue greatsword shattered Allen's Twilight Arrow, bursting forth with a bright burst of moonlight, before continuing its momentum to strike Allen's Twilight Longbow.
After a loud bang, the great elf's body streaked across the night sky like a shooting star and crashed to the ground.
"I am the light, the light is me!"
Seeing Allen knocked down by a single blow, Heatherine shouted, transforming into light herself. A dazzling figure propelled her spear as she laboriously approached Arthas.
The death energy that Arthas had drained of his life force and transformed into was also continuously pressing down on Heather with the support of his blue greatsword.
"He doesn't just possess the power of one person; he... he's too powerful!"
Seeing Arthas's rapidly rising momentum, even the iron-willed and stubborn Wang Yushi felt fear.
"Yu Shi...you take the child and go first..."
"What are you trying to do? Don't overestimate yourself. Don't you know how powerful Allen is? Going up there now will only be a burden to Heather!"
"I'm not going up. I'll just try it here. You and the child stay away from me!"
Wang Yushi's anxious face flushed red. She instinctively grabbed Qin Mo's collar and said angrily, "You want me to stay away from you? You think I'll be a burden to you? You... bastard!"
“No, if I shoot him with an arrow, it will surely provoke Arthas’s retaliation. The child is too young to be frightened…”
"Yu Shi... help me!"
Qin Mo conjured up the "Wrath of the Stars" that had been kept in the Heart of the Galaxy, which softened Wang Yushi's expression. Qin Mo did not hide the secret of the Heart of the Galaxy from her, and this trust made her very gratified.
"Be careful... I'm over there, call me if you need anything!"
Wang Yushi nodded to Qin Mo, then carried the baby Harry and walked away into the distance.
Qin Mo took a deep breath, trying to overcome her fear, and began to activate the five-colored star vortex within her body, injecting the accumulated star power into "Saint Seiya's Wrath".
Qin Mo's fear did not come from the ferocious Arthas, but from the ancient longbow in her hand, which exuded a strong sense of vicissitude.
After Qin Mo obtained the Heart of the Galaxy, there were only two items in the several square meters of dimensional space: one was Achilles' treasured cultivation manual, and the other was this Star Wrath sword.
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