The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Light, the power of holy light has arrived here, Anetheron!"

Now, Arthas's Lich King suit was once again filled with holy light, with light lingering and shining inside.

The skulls on the suit transform into golden crystals from top to bottom, and each crystal of holy light brings soft warmth to the surroundings.

Raising his hands to prop up layer upon layer of shields, Anaselon closed his eyes and sneered, "Ridiculous, too ridiculous!"

"Talk to me about falling. What's the use of your so-called legendary holy light power?"

"Hypocritical Holy Light, the Holy Light you believe in, the power He grants you is only temporary!"

"There are many Sons of the Holy Light like you, but without exception they all dedicate everything to the Holy Light."

Holding the Holy Sword of Light, Arthas said: "Haha, you only know how to say that the Holy Light is hypocritical."

"Little do you know that you people have never understood what holy light is."

"They patronize so-called hypocritical things and are completely unwilling to acknowledge the true Holy Light!"

Brilliant golden light shone in the sky, Arthas pointed his sword at Anetheron, and the twelve wings of holy light suddenly lit up behind him.

The twelve holy light wings are different from the golden holy light tentacles swaying behind the legendary paladin below. They are white wings, like angel wings.

It was just missing some feathers, and the appearance was just pure energy wings composed of white holy light power.

"Yet you remain only a legend, Arthas Menethil."

Feeling a huge threat from Arthas, Anetheron immediately shrank his body until he was as tall as Arthas.

Holy light is like this, while it brings fancy light to believers, it does not increase their strength that much.

Only the light that flickers faintly and grows silently, the light that breaks through the darkness, can bring greater power.

Reaching out his hand and brushing across Frostmourne, Arthas sneered, "Haha, do you think my current strength is just for show?"

Before he finished his words, a broad and sharp sword energy containing holy light rushed straight towards Anetheron. Frostmourne did not shy away from the power of holy light at all.

At the same time, Jaina saw that Arthas finally took action, and a beam of fel light appeared from her sharp fingertips and shot directly at Anetheron.

Immediately afterwards, to the surprise of everyone present, the light of evil energy took the initiative to rush to the vicinity of the holy sword energy.

This evil power turns into new firewood for the burning Holy Light, and burns together with it, making the Holy Light even brighter!

Seeing this, Jaina increased her output: "When holy light and fel energy touch, a stronger light will be produced."

Passing through the portal, Arthas thrust his sword forward and said, "Holy Light embraces everything, including the so-called hostile evil energy you mentioned!"

Arthas and Jaina said in unison, "Anetheron, you are nothing more than a demigod!"

"The comments of you two mortals only make me laugh."

With his arms spread out, Anetheron's hands were surrounded by rich fel energy, ready to take the blow head-on.

With Arthas teleported by Jaina, he had no way to retreat and could only break the situation by force.

"I will let you see my true power now. You will never understand the true power of evil energy!"

A terrifying aura suddenly rose. Anetheron held up the shield with his left hand to block the sword strike of Frostmourne, and grabbed the mixed violent sword energy with his right hand.

At the moment when the three of them fought, there was no flash of dazzling light, nor any sound of collision.

The next second, Anetheron slowly crushed the sword energy with his right hand, turned around and faced Arthas, who had no expression on his face.

"The light and greater power you speak of are nothing more than this."

"Haha, you are still so arrogant."

Increasing the strength of his arms, Arthas gradually cut through Anetheron's shield, and a golden light flashed.

Just after passing Anetheron, Arthas turned around and stabbed Anetheron's chest with a sword, and a surge of holy light poured into it.

"Drink... uh... you..."

"What you think is common sense doesn't apply to me at all."

With two "chi" sounds, not only did Arthas stab Anetheron with his sword again, but Jaina also held the fel rune sword and stabbed it into Anetheron's body.

Still one in front and one behind, the two men successfully dealt a heavy blow to Anaselon... The hot, smoky green blood dripped madly, and Anaselon held two rune swords in his hands.

Under the indifferent gaze of Arthas and Jaina, Anetheron slowly pulled out two rune swords. He was still smiling even though he was seriously injured.

"Hahahahahaha! That won't work. That's ridiculous!"

The fel blood in his mouth flowed like a stream, and Anetheron smiled and said, "Let's see if I will die."

Bang! Both arms exploded, and the terrifying explosion of evil energy shook away the two people who were defending.

Anetheron, armless, with bat wings spread, stands in the sky.

“Hahahaha! Hahahahaha…hahahahahaha!”

"That's all you call strength. I'm not Tichondrius."

"As a demigod, I will not be the Anetheron you defeated."

"Even if you are not mortals from the past or future of this world, what about you?"

Boom, gulp, and sharp hissing sounds came from the two gaps in Anaselon, and deformed white flesh emerged from the fel blood.

"Without absolute power, you can't defeat me."

"With just the two of you, I, Anetheron, am still fearless. I don't have the weaknesses you are familiar with."

Raising his suddenly formed arms, Anaselon's evil flames burned even more fiercely, and the chaotic and hot evil flames rushed into the sky.

Arthas and Jaina would naturally not remain indifferent to this scene.

The power of holy light amplified by the two of them slashed out from Arthas's two-handed holy sword, but it could not break through Anetheron's defense at the moment.

An invisible force was surging into his body, and what Jaina felt from it was not the power of death... but the power of evil.

She believed that the master of the Nathrezim in the dark did not help Anetheron, and what gave him power was... She couldn't see it, and her eyes couldn't help but shed fel blood.

"Betrayer of the Nathrezim, what do you think you can do?"

Holding the sword to block the fel claws, Arthas said in a deep voice: "Jaina, go down and rest, leave this to me."

Without waiting for Arthas to finish speaking, Jaina flashed and landed in the camp that everyone had built together.

Under the protection of Daelin and Tanred, she waved her hand to disperse the demonic body, and raised her hand to draw the arcane power into her closed eyes.

She needs some time to recuperate, as the full picture of this powerful being is not something she can glimpse at now.

"Sister, are you okay?"

Shaking his head at his son, Daelin said in an accusing tone: "Tanred, let Jaina have a good rest."

"Father, Tanred, I'm fine."

Opening her still-blue eyes, Jaina continued to channel arcane power to heal herself.

"There are indeed a lot of surprises, but I wonder if the power given by Grandpa Fao can bring about some changes?"

Hearing the word Faol, Muradin said, "Faol? Girl, are you talking about Athollons Faol?!"

Glancing at the Paladin in the air, Dai Lin said, "If it's him, then the changes that will come are certain."

In the sky among the broken walls, Arthas once again held up his sword to block Anetheron's fel claws and stood in the air.

"Anetheron, your demigod power cannot kill me."

"Arrogant! The power given to you by the Holy Light is only temporary!"

He raised his hand and brushed across the holy sword whose holy light was slowly dimming. The Lich King reappeared and brought the deathly ice to Frostmourne.

"Asolon's pious blessing: Child, do not doubt, the Holy Light is always by your side.

Effect 1: The power of Holy Light in your body bursts out briefly. Your devout faith is the reason why Holy Light favors you.

In five minutes, your faith is indelible, your will is unshakable, and your strength is inexhaustible.

Effect 2: After the brief afterglow of holy light, there will be a long glow of death, and the long sleep of death is not eternal.

Within three minutes, your body knows no pain, your soul is eternally clear, and your strength is inexhaustible.

Effect three: Beneath the pain of rebirth from death lies the belief in Holy Light, and the messenger of Holy Light returns to the world.

Within a minute, the power of Holy Light and Death reached a true balance, a balance in which one plus one does not equal two.

You don’t know whether the red sprout you planted accidentally will eventually grow into a towering tree or turn into a dead seed.

However, there was the Archbishop of Holy Light, Asoronus Faol, who voluntarily received the favor of the Holy Light.

Even death could not erase his belief in the Holy Light, his identity as a dead person limited him.

The Holy Light has always been there, silently watching over its believers.

Believe in the Holy Light, it is the light, and it is the light in your heart.

Most believers believe that holy light is the embodiment of truth, goodness and beauty.

Grandpa Faol, a Lightforged Undead... a Holy Light Undead, was concerned about the desperate situation that Jaina described.

Praying for strength and praying to the Holy Light is actually praying to what you think is the "Holy Light". The Holy Light is the "Holy Light".