The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

Chapter 155 Battle of Heroes
"You think you can escape?" Cernal let out a shrill laugh as he swung his soul scythe at Valverde in mid-air. The scythe seemed to ignore the limitations of space as it slashed toward Valverde's back.

"Get lost!" The thick lance unleashed a dazzling spear light from afar, the black and white spear light striking the hook sickle instantly.

"Whoosh!" Verway broke out in a cold sweat after feeling the soul hook whiz past him. If Omsk hadn't changed the direction of the attack, Verway had no doubt that he would have been stabbed through the heart.

Omske rode his Abyss Horse out of the jungle and rescued Verway just in time, bringing him to Sernar's side to confront him.

"A hero?" Cernal asked, somewhat surprised.

"Traitors to the faith!" Omske held his lance level, a raging fury hidden beneath his calm exterior. No knight would show mercy to a fallen knight like the Black Knight; they had strayed from the knightly faith and embarked on a path of opposition against the knights.

"Hmph! You self-righteous bastard, do you really think what you believe in is right? Is your sacrifice worthwhile? How laughable and pathetic!" Sernar's words seeped into Omske's ears like poison dipped in honey.

"Don't waste your energy, I am the Knight of Light and Shadow! Your bewitching has no effect on me!" Omske watched him perform quietly for a long time before finally interrupting his clownish act.

"The Light and Shadow Knight... he's really not easy to deal with!" Sernar was unusually serious. Omsk's attribute was giving him a headache. Light could dispel his evil attribute, and shadow could assimilate with him and become immune to his evil attribute attacks. In other words, apart from the soul damage and physical damage of the Soul Hook Scythe, other skills were really just scratching the surface of him.

"Lord Valverde, you may retreat now. This is my battlefield!" Omsk's spatial ring flashed, and he sheathed his lance, drawing his greatsword from his waist—Abyss Redemption!
"Domain of Death!" Sernar decided to strike first, activating his domain skill and driving Nightmare to close in, his scythe drawing an arc of death.

"Parry!" Omsk unleashed Parry, a skill considered a god-tier melee technique, easily blocking the slashing hook! Parry allows a class to perfectly withstand an attack of no more than twice their maximum withstand limit using their weapon or armor. When used on Omsk, it almost made him immortal. Fortunately, the cooldown of Parry limits this god-tier skill. In the game, this skill is incredibly versatile; not only melee classes learn it, but spellcasters also learn it, as it grants the spellcaster the ability to withstand one melee attack.

"Hail to Light!" Omske roared, and a golden halo instantly shot out from Omske's center, sweeping outwards within a radius of one kilometer. Even the Death Domain, which could strip away life energy, was suppressed.

"Dispel!" Omske waved his hand and threw out a ball of light, which then surged everywhere with the pure white battle aura, even causing Sernar's Death Domain to tremble.

At this moment, Sernar fully understood the frustration that Verway had just experienced. After all, Verway could still retaliate, but Sernar didn't even have the ability to retaliate. This light attribute was too abnormal in daytime battles, as it could absorb free light elements in the air to replenish itself at any time. As a result, the more Omske fought, the stronger his battle aura became, while Sernar's battle aura began to turn gray and fade...

"Soul Harvest!" Seizing the opportunity, Sernar unleashed a powerful skill, a pale white, illusory hook sweeping towards Omsk.

"Shadow Cloak!" Omske yanked the reins, dodging the incoming hook scythe with his Abyss Warhorse, and then vanished into the shadows. "Invisible?" Sernar murmured. Omske was already difficult to fight, and now he could evade attacks by blending into the shadows, making him even harder to defeat!

Sernar was already considering retreating. Although he had completely countered the Elf King, the Light and Shadow Hero in front of him, dressed in strangely designed plate armor, was also completely countering him! Although the Elf King of the wild Elf race had disappeared, Sernar still dared not be careless. Even if the Elf King was hiding and suddenly launched a cold arrow at him, there was still a certain probability that he would be injured. Given the obvious disadvantage he was in, Sernar was already considering retreating.

"Judgment!" Omske leaped high into the air, his longsword piercing the earth. A six-pointed star flashed in the sky, and the next second, a huge, gleaming white knight's sword fell straight down towards Sernar's position.

"Bang!" Sernar raised the heavy shield, wreathed in death energy, against the falling greatsword. After a buzzing sound, the spot where the dust had settled was half-deepened.

"It's a pity it wasn't Holy Sword Judgment!" Omske said regretfully, looking at the disheveled Sernar. If a holy hero had been there, a casual Holy Sword Judgment would have made these evil creatures cough up blood. Holy Sword Judgment is one of the paladin's highest damage skills, with special effects such as purification and annihilation, which can severely injure the enemies it hits.

"Until we meet again. You got lucky this time!" The Nightmare beneath Sernar spread its wings and flew into the sky, dodging the heavy sword that Omsk was close behind.

Although he couldn't defeat Omsk, Sernar refused to back down and roared at the top of his lungs, only to be met with a heavy slash from Omsk!
"You will eventually be swallowed by darkness! Death is coming! Wail! Despair! You will find that even death is such a luxury!" Sernar quickly withdrew from the battle, his body slowly becoming ethereal. Before disappearing, he laughed and said to Omske.

"..." Omske shook his head helplessly, brandishing his longsword to drive away the surrounding orcs. He frowned, then rode off in the direction Roland had gone. Although he hadn't managed to capture the strangely powerful Ringwraith, Sernar, he had successfully opened a road to Singari. If Roland wished, he could lead his army into Singari at any time to help the Star Elves defend it!

"What should we do? Should we enter Singrey or continue to hold back the orcs on the outskirts?" Verway asked Roland after returning.

"Where's Oomsk? Why isn't he back yet after the Knights returned?" Roland, who had been cheerful, suddenly exclaimed in surprise. That was a sixth-tier professional with real combat power! It was impossible for a single battle to deplete a sixth-tier warrior, right? Who could withstand that! However, the knights' explanation and Verway's account quickly reassured Roland. In any case, Roland didn't believe that the future Grand Master of the Teutonic Knights would be defeated by the Ringwraiths. The full power of light and shadow was terrifying! Roland led his men to disperse the orc pursuers behind them and then stopped. They would wait for Oomsk to return and then counterattack the enemy.

"Your Highness! We have fulfilled our mission. Although we failed to kill the Ringwraiths, we have opened a path to Singari!" Omske said without any pressure. The remaining orcs were perfect targets for the Knights' charge!
"By the way, who is that Ringwraith on the other side?" Roland asked curiously.

“It’s Sernar!” Omsk said with a grim expression. Although he completely suppressed Sernar, Sernar’s Death Domain had a huge impact on vitality. Even a sixth-tier professional like Omsk could feel uncomfortable.

"Walking Scourge, Breath of Death—Senar!" Roland was utterly shocked. Logically, this thing should be lying in Mordor! How did it get out here?
(End of this chapter)