Chapter 757 Immortal Holiness

Uther*Lightbringer!

Unlike the old immortal father who was very indifferent to his family, seemingly demanding everything about his son, and who had stayed on the throne for decades, in Alsace's heart, this was a perfect elder.

Arthas could have a lot of dissatisfaction with his father, King Terenas, such as the fact that he almost sold his sister Kaliya in order to covet the land of Alterac, such as his firm hold on power and his stubborn rejection of all new things. ,for example……

But the only time he regretted Uther was that Uther didn't support him during the orphanage incident.

He could find ten thousand reasons to kill his father, but not one reason to kill Uther.

He was honest, he was brave, he was loving, he was pious, and he taught Alsace everything he knew.

Arthas thought that after his fall, he would easily raise his sword to Uther.

However, when [Frostmourne] pierced his father's ruined remains, pierced Uther's armor, and inserted the magic sword into Uther's chest, Arthas discovered that he could not accept his murder in his heart. The fact that Uther died.

Suddenly cried.

The undead have no tears.

What was squeezed out from the dried tear glands was the power of darkness as black as ink.

The evil black power condensed into liquid and flowed on Alsace's chiseled face.

Arthas knew that his face was scary.

He also knew that he would be laughed at and ridiculed by the Dread Lord when he turned around.

He just couldn't help it.

However, the initial pain only lasted for a short moment, followed by an increase in strength.

right!

Deeper depravity, stronger evil!

[Frostmourne] was cheering for joy, and the evil from the entire City of Death was resonating with this magic sword, converging its power on Arthas.

The more powerful and pure power of darkness made every molecule in his soul revel in joy.

After kicking Uther, who had lost all strength and his body began to collapse, Arthas raised [Frostmourne] high and screamed wildly.

"Hahahaha! Hahahahaha! Is this the sweetness of power? Haha! Is this the power enough to defeat Duke Marcus and wipe out everything in the world?" The strong contrast made the pleasure in Alsace's heart more and more obvious. Getting higher and higher.

It was the pleasure of turning into thousands of bubbles, enough to melt the brain and soul!

At this moment, the fallen prince suddenly heard a sneer.

That's Uther!

"Hey! Poor child..."

Arthas lowered his head in astonishment, expecting to see anger, fear, panic, or regret in the eyes of the dying Uther.

Who knew, what he saw was actually...pity!

That's right!

That is pity that only looks at the weak.

This feeling completely wiped out Alsace's good mood just now.

"You! Are! Smiling! What! What!?" Alsace knew that his face would be ferocious just by feeling it without looking.

"It seems...I can't complete...your redemption! But you said...you can defeat Duke...I couldn't help but want to laugh!" The blood started from the moment the fallen prince pulled out the magic sword. Spurting, Uther weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Why? Why!?" Arthas angrily grabbed the top of Uther's breastplate and dragged Uther up.

"There are many more powerful beings than Duke, but none of them can defeat him... Orgrim can't do it... Ner'zhul can't do it... Sargeras can't do it... You can't do it either. Whoops! Haha! Hahaha!”

"No! I am the strongest! I...no! Bastard, don't die so quickly!" Arthas was shocked to find that Uther had already breathed his last while laughing.

Feeling that [Frostmourne] had imprisoned Uther's soul, Arthas decided to turn Uther into a death knight.

"Corrupt! Fall! My master!" In the eyes of this fallen prince, this should have been an easy thing.

Soon, Alsace's face showed surprise again.

Among the thousands of souls whose muscles and bones were forced by the magic sword, Arthas easily found the golden soul that only belonged to Uther.

However, no matter how he drove the magic sword to corrode and drown Uther's soul, instilling the screams and fears of a thousand, ten thousand, or one hundred thousand people, Uther's holy soul still stubbornly refused. The power of him and [Frostmourne] resisted the terrifying will of him and the Lich King.

"No -" the prince screamed! He angrily killed all the living paladins in the palace, and then used a thousand times more magic to turn them all into death knights.

These paladins had strong sacred beliefs during their lifetime, but in the end their souls were still contaminated.

He was extremely sure that the power of the magic sword had not been weakened.

But!

No matter what he did, he couldn't make Uther's soul surrender!

The holy light has dissipated from Uther's body that has begun to grow cold. Of course, Arthas can turn Uther's body into the filthiest zombies or skeletons.

But that's meaningless!

A corpse without a soul can only become the dregs of low-level undead.

This only proves that he still lost!

Lost to Uther's stubbornness!

Lost to Uther's will!

Lost to Uther's persistence!

This strong sense of frustration accumulated in Alsace's chest. Make him feel like he's going crazy!

For a moment, Arthas almost wanted to decompose Uther's body to vent his anger.

last of the last……

Alsace looked up to the sky and roared unwillingly.

Summoning a member of the Cult of the Damned, Arthas ordered: "Throw Uther's body out. Throw it away from the city of Lordaeron."

The cultist later carried out Arthas's order perfectly. When he returned to the Scholomance College in Caer Daron, he threw Uther's body by the roadside.

Later, there was the famous Tomb of Uther...

But at this moment, Arthas was frantically venting his inner anger, until the two Dread Lords stepped into the throne room with grins.

"Although the result is not good for you, you have completed the Lich King's mission very well! Very good!" Tichondrius laughed endlessly.

His laughter sickened Arthas.

"When will we attack Dalaran again?" Wherever he fell, he stood up. Arthas believed in this iron rule.

"Dalaran? Dalaran is no longer a problem." Along with Tichondrius's loud laughter, the wings of the Dread Lord trembled continuously, adding an extremely huge shadow to the room.