"It's useless, the will of the Lich King cannot be disobeyed! Now, you..."

In the distance, Voldemort grinned sinisterly and raised his wand, as if he was preparing to issue some order to Arthas or dismantle the other party's resistance?

“!!”

However……

Whoosh~! Whoosh~!

Two huge fireballs suddenly attacked him and arrived in an instant. He was so scared that he didn't care about it and directly cast a teleportation spell that was not affected by his arrangement and disappeared from the spot.

Boom! Boom!

Two loud noises sounded, and the small church where he was instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire and was blown to pieces...

‘Uh…’

‘No…you don’t want to control me…’

Arthas, who was wailing in pain, roared angrily before he struggled to lift his pale face that was no longer a living person and looked at Uther, who was at a loss inside the shield and Hermione who was nervous.

‘Uther…’

‘Hurry! Get started…’

‘I am dead, my soul is confined in this body, but I don’t want to become an undead, I don’t want to raise a butcher knife to my people, but I…’

‘Uh…’

Obviously, some will made him very painful, forcing him to subconsciously hold his head, which had no sense of consciousness but was absolutely painful.

"you……"

"You are Alsace?!"

Uther, who had no idea that things would be so comedic, suddenly didn't know what to do. Then, he couldn't help but take a step forward, as if he wanted to see more carefully to see if that was his student or his prince?

‘Turn, do it~!!’

‘Its will is very strong…I, I am almost unable to hold on…’

Arthas was still wailing and begging, and his fingers had begun to pinch into his skull, but no drop of blood was flowing out.

“…”

"No! Alsace, I can't..."

If the other party is an evil death knight, then if you don’t say anything, Uther will definitely smash the other party’s head with one blow! But now the other party is not!

Even if the other party becomes a dead soul, since the other party is still his prince and Alsace, then Uther must not take action!

‘Take it…’

"I can't! Alsace, we will have a solution, please believe me!"

‘Do it quickly…’

"No! Hurry up, find a way to get him in!"

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Boom~! Boom~!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Rumble...

At this time, Hermione mercilessly blasted the broken fire in her hand towards Voldemort who was trying to approach. Obviously, her meaning was obvious. Although she didn't know what Arthas was resisting, she had to buy some time for Arthas!

‘…’

‘Everyone…’

‘Tell my father, I did my best…’

‘Tell Lordaeron’s people that their prince failed, I disappointed them…’

'you……'

‘Go away!!’

Swish~!

After saying that, suddenly, a cold light flashed. Alsace actually picked up the broad sword of the Paladin who had just been killed by him, and then raised his sword and fell. His head, which had long lost its breath of life, flew up and flew to the arcane shield and was shaken to pieces, turning into pieces of fragments...

‘!!’

‘Your Highness the Prince?!’

'No!!'

‘Go away! The shield is about to be broken!’

‘!!’

After a burst of screams and sad sounds, another blue light came straight into the sky. When a dark devil who was bombarded with embarrassment came, he had nothing except the sea of ​​fire in the sky and the sadness of frost stuck on the ground.
Chapter completed!