Chapter 633 Who's dragging us down?
There is a proverb in the Rakshasa Kingdom: "You have to taste the porridge you cook yourself, and you have to drink the bitter wine you brew yourself." At this time, Arthas tasted the bitter wine he had brewed himself.
A large hole appeared in his tattered armor, which reeked of decay, from which thick black liquid continuously seeped out. As the liquid drained, Arthas's aura grew weaker and weaker.
Arthas was now filled with regret. He regretted going to the Gulf of Finland to search for traces of the sea creatures, knowing full well that the elves possessed artifacts, yet still venturing forward to test the effectiveness of his newly acquired stealth skill.
Arthas was filled with regret. He regretted why he had lost his mind and tried so hard to kill that elven bastard, which led to his position being locked onto by that terrible great bow once again.
Arthas was awakened by fear when the comet hurtled toward him, but after a futile struggle, he was struck again, this time with even more powerful stellar energy.
The only saving grace was that, although Seiya's energy was immense this time, it didn't contain the scorching black flames of the last attack. The wound from Seiya's attack, while not yet healed, had been brought under control and was no longer spreading.
The thought of those black flames made Arthas's body tremble uncontrollably. After being struck and injured by Seiya last time, the wound wouldn't stop no matter what he did, and he eventually had to rely on absorbing the life force of a powerful orc to fight against that wisp of black flame for a long time before he recovered.
"Who am I? Am I the Great Shaman... or the Prince of Arthas?"
Arthas's mind was beginning to wander, a situation that had occurred during his previous injury; the more severe his injuries, the more confused he became.
At this moment, Arthas happened to recall some past events. As the most promising candidate to become a Saint-level powerhouse in the Rakshasa Kingdom, he was so full of vigor and ambition back then, until he later encountered that damned half-elf.
“You damned bastard, I will catch you! How dare you mock me... Great Arthas... I will return..."
Arthas kept muttering curses and shouts as he ran without hesitation. He dared not take to the air, because the terrifying great bow was right behind him, and at least three Saint-level experts were chasing him closely.
"You actually dared to mock me... for not being a man... and deliberately brought up Heather to provoke me, you bastard... you scoundrel... you despicable..."
Arthas recalled his first meeting with Heather, when he was still the handsome Rakshasa prince. The saintess approached him, wanting to turn him into a follower of the light.
Arthas had no interest in the light, but he took a liking to the holy, veiled woman, to the point that he promised to convert to the light if she would marry him.
Saint Heather rejected him, and when they met again years later, he had lost his arm. Then he trusted Blackham, and then... he lost himself.
Arthas looked at the numb area between his legs and cried out in sorrow, "Heather...it's all because of you...it's all because of you..."
"Buzz!!!"
A soft chirping sound seemed to ring in Arthas's ears, and just as he was wondering if he was hallucinating, a pure white light enveloped him.
“...Hesse...Lin..."
Arthas looked at the white-clad woman who had suddenly appeared before him, his heart filled with mixed emotions. The memories of the past made him feel bitter, his current situation made him angry, and his inhuman appearance made him feel ashamed.
But Heatherine clearly didn't have such rich thoughts at this moment. She only remembered the scene in Alsace in the Western Regions where Qin Mo was seriously injured. If it weren't for Wang Yushi's selfless rescue, her beloved would have been separated from her forever.
"I am the light, and the light is me!"
The beautiful woman shouted, and a blazing spear of light materialized in her hand, lunging at Arthas.
Arthas roared and drew his blue greatsword to block Heather's frenzied attack, but his once invincible figure now looked as pitiful as a cornered beast at the end of its rope.
Arthas sensed the three powerful auras rapidly approaching from behind. In his haste, disregarding his own severely injured state, he relentlessly wielded his blue greatsword, hacking at Heatherine with all his might. The black liquid that had been slowly flowing from his wounds began to gush out like a fountain again.
Heather was also very wary of Arthas's evil greatsword. She tried her best to hide herself in the light, constantly looking for an opportunity to harass Arthas, not to harm him, but only to keep him here.
"Hatherine...why are you stopping me...do you really think I wouldn't want to kill you?"
Arthas was severely injured and unable to use his ability to imprison the power of heaven and earth. With only the blue greatsword in his hand that exuded a strong corrosive aura, he was not able to get rid of Heatherine's entanglement in a short time.
"You ants, did you really think that Arthas, wounded, would let you bully him? Today, I will end your lives..."
Arthas sensed the three wisps of energy behind him beginning to disperse and surround him. He steeled his resolve, forced Heather back with a sword strike, and began chanting the obscure incantation.
Arthas's wounds worsened completely, but he didn't care and only wanted to kill the few ants around him.
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