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

Chapter 745 The Holy Sword Reforged!

"The power of a knight is infinitely glorious!" Sernar swung his scythe wildly, the flowing, crisscrossing battle aura causing the three Ringwraiths to halt in their tracks. They were not easily killed, but they were not invincible! Facing a mad Ringwraith who had turned against them, they had no reason to trade their lives for his!

"Traitor! I curse you!" Khammur propped himself up, creating distance as he surrounded Sernar and his companion once more.

“Take your dragon back! He’s no help now! If you don’t want to be a target!” Cernar whispered. If it weren’t for Uvasa the Nine Rings, Whis could easily ride his dragon away, but now, surrounded by three Ringwraiths, Cernar wasn’t confident Whis could escape Uvasa’s pursuit alone…

"Whoosh!" A hazy spiritual energy surged forth, transforming into a shield that enveloped and protected Viss. Sernar shielded him behind him, gazing at Lydalias and Khammur ahead. As for Uvasa behind him, he completely ignored him. After all, the mental barrier formed by his soul power (a type of spiritual power) was the natural counter to spatial power. Spatial power, which could easily cut through the void, was like a mud ox sinking into the sea when faced with soul power. After all, a resilient mind is indestructible!
"When did you become like this!" Uvasar didn't choose to launch a sneak attack from behind. They were all Ringwraiths who had been around for thousands of years; there was no need to play Mordor games. They knew each other too well, and Uvasar knew he couldn't possibly succeed in a sneak attack. He saw the shadow of the Ringwraith King, the Witch-King of Angmar, in Thenar. Even he couldn't ignore that immense power; it was a power distinct from that of the Ringwraiths.

“Maybe I was like this from the beginning, maybe…” Cernal was lost in his memories. He often felt confused and lost, and at times he had no idea who he really was.

“Senar! You are one of Nazgul! You are one of us, not standing beside our enemies and wielding your sword against your own kind!” Khammur’s voice flowed through Senar’s heart like poison.

“Thénar?” Viss stared curiously at the Ringwraith who had sheltered him; only now did he learn his name.

"Boom!" A terrifying pressure emanated from Sernar. Weiss's whisper seemed to have triggered a switch, causing the soul fire flickering in Sernar's pupils to turn from scarlet to azure.

“What exactly did I do before…” Cernal murmured, opening his right hand and staring at his palm.

……

“That is…” The soul fire in Uvasa’s eyes suddenly shrank into a ball.

“Heroic spirits!” Khammur croaked.

"How is this possible! This is impossible!" Lydalias exclaimed in shock. How could a paladin corrupted by the Ring become a Heroic Spirit? How could a Ringwraith whose knightly honor had been completely extinguished become a Heroic Spirit again?

“Sigh…” Sernar raised his eyes, his pupils, which were filled with the azure soul fire, were devoid of any emotion. He calmly extended the soul hook scythe he was holding tightly in his hand, and under the astonished gazes of the crowd… he crushed it violently. Amidst the flying fragments of the hook scythe, Sernar calmly drew his least frequently used greatsword from behind his back.

“This is a long story, long enough to be recorded over the years. I am a sinner! I betrayed my honor, but I have never been completely corrupted. I still long for redemption. The despair deep in my heart dragged me to the abyss…” Cenar ignored the other Ringwraiths and stroked his longsword as he spoke to himself.

"This..." The three Ringwraiths were all horrified. The legendary weapon Soul Hook had been shattered by bare hands? Who is the villain here, my fellow Ringwraiths?!
“I have seen the prosperity of Annuminas (the capital of the Kingdom of Arno)…” Cernal murmured.

"I have seen the light of Palantir!" "I have seen the darkness of Middle-earth!"

"I have seen a kingdom split into three!"

"I once embraced the light!"

"I once had glory!"

"When did I become like this?" Sernar gently stroked his longsword, a strange light flickering in the fire of his soul.

As Weiss listened to Cernal's low murmur, a chill ran down his spine. A wave of cold enveloped him, and he felt as if his very soul was frozen. If Caslo were here, he would tell him that he was now facing a top-tier professional in the realm of unconscious release.

"Crack!" Weiss's teeth chattered as he hugged his chest, wrapped his cloak tightly around himself, and huddled in the shield that Sernar had conjured for him with his soul power, trembling.

The other three Ringwraiths in the distance were stunned. Why had the Third Ring suddenly gone mad for no reason? If it weren't for the fact that he was carrying the One Ring, the three of them would have already given him a piece of their minds. After all, there's no point in arguing with a lunatic. But the fact that Thenar was holding another Ring made them hesitate. After all, the One Ring hadn't been found yet, and if another of the Nine Rings were lost... Sauron would probably be eating people.

"The souls that linger in the abyss will eventually be redeemed! Darkness has not swallowed my will! Corruption cannot erase my glory! You call me Nazgol... but you have forgotten my former name." The domain emanating from Sernar was quickly withdrawn, and Weiss could finally catch his breath. If Sernar had been any slower, he probably would have been dead.

"You think... you can break my will? Corrupt my soul?" Cernar looked down at the magic ring on his finger. At this moment, the magic ring emitted a faint, eerie light, appearing strange and serene.

“Don’t forget, I was once… a paladin too!” Sernar sneered.

"Holy Light be with me!" Sernar roared, and golden holy light surged forth from his soul fire!

The jet-black cloak was instantly ignited and reduced to ashes by the holy light, and the heavy, vengeful armor melted away under its warmth. A pristine white cloak billowed slowly behind Sernar, while a dazzling, silver-white suit of armor reappeared. Even the longsword in his hand began to burn, its black color fading, and the grotesque, twisted blade gradually transformed into a noble and holy knight's sword under the burning holy flames.

“You will never be able to conquer me!” Cernal taunted.

"I have heard the cries of the people! I have seen the carnage of corpses strewn across the fields! I have buried my own kingdom with my own hands! Do you think that corrupting and degrading me will make me forget everything? I am a knight of Arno! Darkness cannot obscure my glory! Evil cannot corrupt my soul!" Cernal roared, and surging holy flames gathered at his hands, the blazing flames illuminating half the sky!
"The day the Holy Sword is reforged! The day the heroes return!" The sharp Holy Sword grazed the Ring, flashing a trail of sparks, and suddenly a few cracks appeared on the once indestructible Ring.

Three shifts