CHAPTER 711: LIFE OVER

"Ah——" Antonidas let out a terrifying scream. The whole world seemed to be covered with goosebumps, and countless bulges appeared immediately, which were enough to make people shudder. It felt like something inside would explode and erupt.

"Ahhh..." Antonidas in his original form appeared in this world while screaming. Although he had hidden his body long ago, his soul core must be in the place where the most dark power is dealt with.

After knowing this, the poor great lich had nowhere to hide under the scanning of the system AI!

He no longer looked like the old wizard with flowing white hair and beard, nor did he have the aura of a supreme being commanding thousands of troops. Antonidas, who had lost all external disguises, looked no different from a ghoul curled up in a ball holding his head.

Duke’s Scale of Life not only destroyed the main vein of this world, but also destroyed the order of this world.

The overly exaggerated and concentrated dark power was rampaging in his soul, as if it would explode and shatter his soul at any time.

At the very end, he stood up straight, his body shaking constantly, as if whips were whipping him every moment.

If Duke guessed correctly, it was a punishment from the soul.

Although Antonidas’ voice was trembling, there was a sense of tranquility in it.

"Duke... I have made many mistakes in my life. But my greatest honor is to have created a prosperous Dalaran. For the sake of our fighting side by side, please promise me - let Dalaran revive. Finally, please give me a quick death. I don’t want to return to Ner’zhul’s throne."

Duke was a little surprised. Not every soul was named Uther or Bolvar, and could resist the terrifying pressure of the Lich King. Although he never thought that Antonidas had such will and courage, as can be seen from the old wizard’s fall, he really didn’t think that the old wizard could briefly break free from the Lich King’s soul shackles at the last moment of collapse.

This made Duke inexplicably have more respect for this veteran Grand Magus who had ruled Dalaran for nearly 50 years.

"Okay! I promise you, I will revive Dalaran, just like I did to Stormwind Kingdom."

An expression of relief appeared on Antonidas’s dry face, which was unique to a lich.

In Duke’s green world that was replaced by the digitalization of massive 0s and 1s, he could clearly see Antonidas gathering all the fragments of his soul into this body.

In the vision, Antonidas’s face quickly changed back to his former appearance as a living being - the wise elder with white hair and beard, looking like an immortal...

At this moment, Ner’zhul’s sharp and exasperated voice suddenly came from the void: "No! Antonidas! Your soul belongs to me. You have no right to deal with your own soul--"

Antonidas was anxious: "Duke! Hurry up! Even if I only have 10% of my soul left, Ner’zhul can forcibly resurrect me and force me to serve him!"

Duke’s heart skipped a beat, and without hesitation, a golden shadow suddenly rushed out from Duke’s body.

It was an illusion that was exactly the same as Duke’s real body. The biggest difference from Duke’s real body was that it exuded an extremely sacred aura.

A coin was clamped between the index and middle fingers of its outstretched right hand.

The next moment, the coin turned into a standard cross sword that the knights loved to use. The cross sword emitting golden light pierced into Antonidas’s forehead like lightning...

"This sword!?" Antonidas was suddenly moved, and then a relieved smile appeared on his face. A voice floated into Duke’s soul: "Thank you... Duke... 300 meters below my mage tower in Dalaran, there is my last treasure. The password is the real name of my two magic circuits connected together."

Duke shuddered: "Uh..."

I never thought that after killing Antonidas, there would be such "extra dropped equipment"?

Duke saw that a large number of 0s and 1s around him were separating at an accelerated rate, and Antonidas’s elemental power was disintegrating. In just a few seconds, the snowy world supported by dark forces quickly faded, and the periphery gradually returned to the seaside scenery on the Island of Quel’Danath.

"Is it Duke!?" Sylvanas was the first to see the figure inside clearly, and her heart began to beat wildly.

Then, screams came from the crowd. They had not expected that the duel between the two would be so terrifying. The huge dark force turned into a huge cocoon with a diameter of one kilometer, tightly wrapping the two people.

So that no outsider can interfere.

I thought this would be a evenly matched and even protracted battle.

Who could have imagined that the outcome would be decided in less than three minutes?

Duke thrust his sword forward, and the illusory edge of the golden cross sword was like a burning golden flame, directly setting the old lich’s entire body on fire.

The long sword that looked like a holy sword pierced through the head of the great lich and also dissolved his soul at a high speed. In the eyes of 200,000 soldiers, this scene was just like an apostle of God using supreme divine power to punish the evil fallen!

All other expressions on everyone’s face disappeared, leaving only a look of disbelief.

"Saint Duke..."

"Oh my God! It’s Saint Duke!"

People unconsciously murmured, reciting the nickname Duke had received when he revived the Kingdom of Stormwind and saved the people with his supreme wisdom and internal power.

right!

Holy Duke!

The legendary name transmitted by every bard shines again at this moment.

Not only humans and a few dwarves were shouting, Lor’themar Theron even discovered that many elves were also shouting Duke’s holy name.

Over there, after Duke’s golden phantom stabbed with the sword, Antonidas’s withered body trembled violently. When Duke’s phantom pulled out the golden Sword of Holy Light, the phantom disappeared.

Duke, with his hands behind his back, walked on the beach sand to the side of the former Speaker of the Kirin Tor - this once-famous mage leader could no longer maintain the illusory appearance of an old mage and had returned to the form of a lich.

Duke looked into Antonidas’s lifeless eyes. He could not even feel the joy of victory at this moment. He only asked calmly, "Is this okay?"

The great lich’s throat made a gurgling sound, but in the end, it seemed that his vocal cords had been rotten for too long and he could not utter a single syllable.

At a moment when the soul begins to collapse, further emotional expression seems to be a luxury.

Duke looked at him, a trace of pity in his eyes.

In my impression, it seems that no fallen guy has a good ending...

Duke took one last look at the pathetic old wizard and turned away. But the former supreme ruler of Dalaran seemed to be trembling violently, and then a sound almost like a whisper was heard in the wind.

That was the sound that Antonidas had recalled thousands of times and finally squeezed out after trying to control his throat countless times.

"Thanks..."

That was a human being, not an immortal, giving thanks at the end of his life.

Duke stopped and replied softly: "You’re welcome..."