"Uther! Give up your resistance! You and your Holy Light are vulnerable before the Master's power!"—
A cold, mocking voice rang out.
Rhodes looked toward the source of the sound and saw a figure riding a Skeletal Warhorse behind the undead army, particularly eye-catching. He wore pitch-black Saronite armor and held a Runeblade emitting the power of frost; it was Arthas!
The three paladins beside Rhodes trembled, wanting to rush out and kill this demon who had murdered the king and betrayed the country, but Rhodes reached out and stopped them. Now was not the time.
"Arthas!" Uther's voice was filled with pain and anger. "Look at what you have done! You have betrayed your kingdom, your father, and your people!"
"You have also betrayed the Holy Light! Your father ruled this land for decades, bringing a good life to the people, yet you destroyed it all in just a few days."
"Father? People? Holy Light?" Arthas burst into a bone-chilling laugh, and the glow of frostmourne intensified.
"Heh, those are all shackles that bind me! Now, I only pledge my loyalty to the Lich King! I only believe in true power—the power of death!"
"Uther, hand over the urn, and I will give you a quick death. Today, your Holy Light Power must be extinguished!"
"Foolish, Arthas. Do you know whose ashes are inside this urn? It is your father, King Terenas."
"Do you want to pour out your father's ashes and then take a piss in this jar?" Uther stared intently at Arthas as he asked, hoping to see a hint of struggle in the eyes of his former disciple.
But unfortunately, he was disappointed. Arthas's expression was incredibly cold, as if he were a machine without any emotion.
"I don't know what's inside, and I have no interest in knowing. I only know that I must have it, nothing more."
"You lunatic!"
"The Holy Light has already betrayed me, Uther. Now, I only listen to one person." Arthas raised frostmourne high.
The moment Arthas finished speaking, frostmourne struck down. A massive burst of frost, emitting a bone-chilling cold, erupted from Arthas as the center, instantly covering more than half the battlefield!
This spell did not directly attack the fortress; instead, it precisely froze a large area in front of it, forming a massive, incredibly smooth surface of ice!
"Not good!" Uther's expression changed. The ice surface greatly hindered the paladins' mobility, while the undead remained unaffected!
"Charge! Tear them to pieces!" Arthas commanded coldly, waving his sword.
The Abomination legion and Death Knights, who had long been ready, stepped onto the ice like a black iron torrent, crashing into the Silver Hand's defensive line at a speed far exceeding before!
"Hold your ground! For the Holy Light!" Uther roared, holding his warhammer high as a stronger Holy Light Barrier attempted to rise. But continuous fighting had exhausted most of his strength, and the barrier appeared exceptionally thin.
The silver hand warhammer emitted a brilliant white light. In Uther's hands, it suddenly transformed into a giant hammer over ten meters long. With one strike, it sent over a dozen Ghouls flying.
Uther planted the silver hand warhammer into the ground, forming a Holy Light Barrier to block the undead army's advance.
Boom! The massive bodies of the Abominations and the Runeblades of the Death Knights crashed heavily against the Holy Light Barrier!
The barrier flickered violently, letting out an overwhelmed groan. The paladins were knocked off balance by the massive impact, and a fatal gap instantly appeared in the defensive line! Ghouls and Zombies poured through the gap like sharks smelling blood!
Holding the silver hand warhammer, a weapon of Order from the Titans, Uther personally faced his unfilial disciple, Arthas.
"Arthas! Face the judgment of the Holy Light!" Uther's roar exploded like thunder, drowning out the shrieks of the undead.
He swung the silver hand warhammer, which was emitting a brilliant white light and had transformed into a ten-meter giant hammer, high into the air. The power of Order left behind by the Titan Keeper Tyr surged wildly within the hammer's body, causing the very air to distort and burn!
A hint of surprise flashed in Arthas's eyes, but it was immediately replaced by cold killing intent. He urged his Skeletal Warhorse forward, and frostmourne met the attack with a chill that could freeze all things! The pitch-black Runeblade and the brilliant white giant hammer collided with a roar!
BOOM—!!!
A deafening explosion, accompanied by a visible shockwave of energy, blasted outward in all directions!
The Ghouls and Zombies at the forefront were instantly reduced to dust. Even several Death Knights charging ahead were blown away, their runic armor shattering piece by piece! The hard ice surface cracked into massive, web-like fissures centered around the two!
Arthas, along with his horse, was knocked back dozens of meters by this terrifying blow, the Skeletal Warhorse's hooves carving deep furrows into the ice!
His sword-wielding arm trembled slightly, and faint scorch marks from the Holy Light actually appeared on his Saronite armor!
frostmourne let out an unwilling hum, its frost power appearing somewhat dim under the impact of the Order Holy Light.
This silver hand warhammer was used with incredible versatility in Uther's hands; it could change to a size suitable for a normal human, but it could also transform into the size used by a Guardian, becoming a ten-meter giant hammer to crush enemies.
"The weapon of Tyr—it truly lives up to its reputation! I didn't expect you to obtain it." Arthas's voice carried a hint of solemnity. This weapon of a Titan Keeper was extraordinary; even after obtaining frostmourne, he hadn't gained the slightest advantage.
"Arthas, the silver hand warhammer has judged the minions of the Old Gods. Today, it shall judge you, the traitor who betrayed everything and murdered his own father!" Uther's white hair flared with rage, and the Holy Light burned around him like physical flames.
The silver hand warhammer seemed weightless in his hands as it swept forward again with the force to split mountains and seas! It traced the shape of a ten-meter giant hammer in the sky.
Arthas did not dare to take it head-on again. His Skeletal Warhorse leaped nimbly to the side, and the giant hammer grazed his body, smashing into the ice!
BOOM!
The earth trembled!
A massive crater over ten meters in diameter formed instantly. The ice layer was completely pulverized, and soil mixed with undead remains shot into the sky! The shockwave directly shattered dozens of nearby undead!
This power was simply top-notch.
This scene left Rhodes speechless. "Damn, am I in 'Wind and Cloud'? Will Uther produce a forty or fifty-meter giant hammer one day?"
"As expected of a weapon of a Titan Keeper. Lord Uther is wielding this weapon very well," Jaina said indifferently beside Rhodes.
Rhodes and the other three paladins all nodded. The power the silver hand warhammer displayed in Uther's hands far exceeded everyone's imagination.
"Coward! Do you not dare to face me? Is the power of death you believe in only capable of this? Did I only teach you to hide when fighting?" Uther roared, his offensive like a violent storm.
The giant hammer swept through thousands at times and split mountains at others. Every swing brought a terrifying Holy Light storm, forcing Arthas to rely on the mobility of his Skeletal Warhorse to constantly dodge and parry.
Every collision between frostmourne and the giant hammer erupted with blinding light and the ear-piercing sound of clashing metal. Arthas's Frost Armor and Blood Shield were constantly shattered and reformed, leaving him in a wretched state.
The power of Order within the silver hand warhammer seemed naturally designed to counter death and chaos. The frost magic Arthas took pride in melted rapidly upon nearing the giant hammer's Holy Light domain. Uther fought with increasing vigor, his Holy Light seemingly infinite. Every attack forced Arthas to endure immense pressure and the burning of his death-tainted body by the Order Holy Light.
"Kneel! Repent for the heinous crimes you've committed!" Uther seized a small moment of stiffness after Arthas parried, and the giant hammer struck down with the force of ten thousand tons!
This strike condensed all his disappointment, anger, and grief toward Arthas, vowing to thoroughly purify this unfilial disciple!
Arthas's pupils constricted, and a sense of mortal crisis instantly enveloped him! With a roar, he held frostmourne horizontally above his head, pouring all his power of death into the sword without reservation!
CLANG—!!!
An explosion of sound more terrifying than any before erupted!
The ice beneath Arthas's feet completely shattered, and he, along with his horse, was forced down into a half-kneeling position!
The Skeletal Warhorse let out a mournful cry, its bones splintering!
The Saronite armor let out a tooth-grinding groan, with obvious dents and cracks appearing on the shoulder and chest plates!
The bones in his arms holding frostmourne made an overwhelmed grinding sound, his palms split open, and pitch-black blood of death flowed down the hilt!
"Ugh...!" Arthas let out a pained groan, half-kneeling in the pit, frostmourne desperately holding back the giant hammer that seemed capable of crushing the earth.
The power of the Holy Light was like boiling lava, frantically eroding his body, and his soul fire flickered violently!
"Give up! Arthas! The Holy Light will eventually purify all darkness!" Uther's hair and beard were flared as he pressed all his strength onto the hammer. The brilliant white Holy Light almost completely swallowed Arthas!
This scene left Rhodes, who was watching from the side, somewhat speechless. No way? Could Arthas actually be killed right here by Uther?
This was practically a one-sided beatdown! Arthas was completely no match for Uther.
"That's it! Lord Uther, purify this traitor and kill him!"
"Kill this traitor! Destroy him!"
"Praise the Holy Light."
"Arthas, your time has come." Under Uther's fierce assault, Arthas was completely unable to hold his ground.
The Silver Hand paladins, who were originally in disarray, suddenly erupted into thunderous cheers. Even some human Militia began to shout "Long live the Holy Light!" at the top of their lungs.
"It is over, child. You are no match for me; you are no match for a Titan weapon," Uther said, holding the silver hand warhammer.
At this critical moment! Arthas let out a desperate and frenzied cry from the depths of his soul!
"Master! Power! Give me power!"