Chapter 258

Then, Arthas swung his sword,

The sound of metal clashing came, and a buzzing sound echoed in the closed space.

Orson's sword was knocked away, and he was knocked back a few steps and fell to the ground.

"So? You want to say that my method is very insidious, right?"

At this time, Orson finally had time to say something.

"Otherwise? Should I still praise you for doing a good job?"

Arthas was angry, and then he came directly to Orson.

"When facing a tiger bigger than itself, the wolf pack in the wild will not directly attack, because the wolf knows that it cannot beat the tiger, but if it is hungry, the wolf pack will find all kinds of opportunities to attack the tiger."

"All kinds of despicable means will be used at this time, and you, Orson, you are no different from those cunning wolves!"

Hearing this, Orson sat on the ground, looking at Arthas standing in front of him, looking down at him, and sneered.

Then, he stretched out his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"So, it's fair for you to use forbidden magic?"

"The price of launching magic is the lives of so many citizens of Saint Laurent City, so many innocent lives. You think that if you do this, you will be a qualified king, right?"

"Arthas, I know your purpose. You want to strengthen the monarchy and completely disintegrate the feudal forces in various places, but you do this not for the people. You just want your power to reach the pinnacle of history. What you are seeking is nothing more than your own personal interests."

"It is a misfortune for the empire for someone like you to become the emperor."

Hearing this, Arthas's anger surged up.

The sentence he hated most in his life was that others said he was not worthy of being the emperor.

When his father said this, he only dared to bow his head and say yes, but once others dared to say so, he would get his revenge.

Arthas lifted Orson up and punched him in the face again and again.

Unexpectedly, Orson was still looking at Arthas mockingly.

"I thought you would become more stable after becoming the emperor, Arthas."

"I didn't expect you to be as self-deprecating as before."

"What are you so proud of, you defeated general!" Arthas shouted angrily, and then threw Orson heavily to the ground.

Orson coughed twice, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, Arthas suddenly saw something, and then hurriedly looked at Orson in front of him.

A black mist suddenly appeared on Orson's chest, and then the black mist slowly enveloped Orson's body and lifted Orson up.

Then, under Arthas's gaze, Orson's body changed drastically.

Two horns appeared on his head, and a pair of black wings appeared on his back.

His eyes were no longer as clear as before, but became pitch black.

In Arthas's impression, there was only one creature that met Orson's current situation.

That was the devil.

And now, the demonized Orson fell in front of Arthas, and his momentum was no less than that of Arthas at home.

The injuries he had just suffered also disappeared with the changes in his body.

Orson stood there, quietly looking at Arthas in front of him.

"Arthas, don't think that forbidden magic is only available to your royal family. There are many things in this world that are beyond your cognition..."

Arthas was stunned again when he heard Orson's words.

Originally, he thought that Orson had taken some kind of potion that could turn his body into a demon, and the general side effect of this potion was to make people lose their minds.

But now it seems that this is not the case.

Orson still maintains a considerable degree of rationality, and even compared to just now, only his appearance has changed.

There is only one possibility for this degree of demonization.

Thinking of this, Arthas lowered his head and laughed at himself.

"Hahaha... I didn't expect that after a thousand years, the blood of the devil has already mixed into the upper echelons of the empire."

Having said that, he raised his head again and pointed the sword at Orson.

"In that case, Orson, let's make a break here."

Chapter 67: The Death of Arthas

When did demons become the natural enemy of humans, and have they been hostile and attacked by humans ever since?

The history of the empire records that it originated from a demon invasion, which united all the races on the continent to fight against the demons.

But where did the demons go afterwards, and how did other demons or derivative races on the continent come into being?

Even, including the human demonization incident in the suburbs of the imperial capital a few months ago, who was behind it?

No one knows all this.

Even the royal family, who is so powerful, is powerless in the face of such a group that secretly studies demon-related technology, not to mention other forces.

What Arthas didn't expect was that at this moment, the most talented person among humans in front of him was not a human.

What's more ironic is that the other party has pure demon blood, which makes him more rational when showing his own attitude, and not like other demons, who are monsters.

"You will destroy the empire."

Arthas swung a sword at Orson, who was no longer as embarrassed as before, and gently reached out to catch Arthas's sword.

"Do you think you are protecting the empire? Look at those who died because of you. The theory of bloodline should have been shattered long ago."

Orson said this, and his five fingers turned into claws and grabbed Arthas.

Arthas drew his sword to block, and another buzzing sound echoed in the dark space.

"The last thing you should do is leave me here, face to face with you, one-on-one."

Orson said this and continued to attack Arthas.

Both at the ninth level, Orson has the bloodline of a demon, which is much stronger than Arthas.

The two fought again for several moves, and after finding out each other's details, Orson used his killer move.

A black magic ball condensed in front of his chest, and its potential energy was still expanding, ready to attack Arthas at any time.

But Arthas was not to be outdone. He poured all his strength into his sword, and the surface of the long sword glowed much brighter than before. Then he swung it directly in the direction of Orson.

A golden sword energy symbolizing the royal family swung out.

Orson's black magic ball burst out with infinite potential energy at this moment, forming a dark and deep shock wave, colliding with the sword energy.

A few seconds later, the sword energy was defeated, and the remaining potential energy of the shock wave hit Arthas. He flew backwards directly, and the long sword in his hand also turned several times in the air and stuck into the ground.

Arthas lay on the ground, gasping for breath. The previous attack used up all his strength, but even so, Orson still defeated him so easily.

Then, he heard footsteps coming from far away.

Orson slowly appeared in front of him.

"You told me that if I used forbidden magic, there would be no way back."

Arthas looked at Orson who was looking down at him and said so.

Orson has not recovered from the demonization just now. He still maintains a half-human, half-demon posture.

"Orson, tell me, after you use this power, can you still be yourself as before?"

Orson was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

"I don't know, Arthas, but there is no turning back for us."

"Indeed... there is no turning back for us."

"Finally, let me ask you another question."

Arthas said this, supported himself on the ground and climbed up, then sat on the throne.

"If Elsa and I swapped our ideas and ages, would you choose to support me or Elsa?"

"The answer is obvious, isn't it?"

Orson did not reply directly, but gave an ambiguous answer.

But in Arthas's opinion, he already knew what he wanted to know.

It seems that at least the mistakes are not all his own.

"Orson, this space is a life-and-death duel in forbidden magic. Here, the initiator will be strengthened similar to the home field. To remove this magic, one can only leave after one of the two people dies completely."

"I set the exit in the palace because I am sure of victory, but now it seems..."

"Winners take it all, that's it."

"Alas." Arthas sighed, and then continued to look up at Orson.

"Before you recover, let me chat with you. We should...haven't chatted like this for a long time."

"...Please speak."

Orson stood in place and said coldly.

"I didn't kill my father."

"I know." Orson nodded. "But you did act against his will, didn't you?"

"I don't deny that."

Alsace said this, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then continued:

"I still have some questions to ask you. I'm going to die soon. Just take it as an answer to the dying man."

"In this way, it won't be in vain that I fought side by side with you before."

"You say, I will answer according to the situation."

Orson did not lie this time.

Some things should be answered, and he will answer Alsace, but there are some things that Alsace cannot know even if he dies, and he will definitely not tell Alsace.

"Does Francois' assassination have anything to do with you?"

"Yes, but it wasn't me who killed him, it was Raven."

"What about the assassination of my father?"

"...No."

Seeing Orson's reaction, Arthas showed a look of understanding.

"Orson, I envy you very much. You are decisive in killing. If I had concentrated all my strength on you at the beginning, the ending between us would not be like this."

Alsace said this and sighed to the sky.

"But there's nothing I can do..."

"That's why I can't beat you."

He picked up the sword, looked at Orson in front of him, and then handed the sword to him.

"Do you know why I activated this forbidden magic?"

Orson shook his head.

"You said that the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. I don't want anyone between you and me to be judged and humiliated after losing this competition."

"Death is the best relief."

"So, kill me, kill me, my body, no matter how you judge it, it has nothing to do with me."

...

In the palace hall, a full hour had passed since Arthas disappeared out of thin air. The imperial guards were leaderless and could only guard the hall silently.