The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

Chapter 745: Recasting the Holy Sword!

"The power of the knight is infinitely glorious!" Sernar waved the sickle in his hand wildly, and the fighting spirit that crisscrossed like flowing clouds stopped the three Ringwraiths one after another. They were not easy to die, but they were not immortal! Facing a crazy Ringwraith who had turned against them, they had no reason to exchange their lives with him!

"Traitor! I curse you!" Khamul propped himself up, created some distance, and surrounded Senar and the other man again.

"Take back your dragon! He is of no help now! If you don't want to be a target!" Sernar whispered. If the Nine Rings Uvasa didn't exist, Weiss could have ridden his dragon and left without a care in the world. But now facing the siege of three Ringwraiths, Sernar was not sure that Weiss could escape Uvasa's pursuit by himself...

  "Whoosh!" The hazy mental power gushed out and turned into a shield to wrap and protect Vess. Senar protected him behind him and looked at Lidilias and Khamul in front of him. As for Uvasa behind him, he simply ignored him. After all, the mental barrier formed by his soul power (a kind of mental power) is a natural nemesis of the power of space. The power of space that can easily cut through the void is like a drop in the ocean when facing the soul power. After all, a tough mind is indestructible!

"When did you become like this!" Uvasa didn't choose to attack from behind. They were all thousand-year-old Ringwraiths, so there was no need to play Mordor. Everyone was too familiar with each other. Uvasa knew that he couldn't succeed in a sneak attack, because he saw the figure of the King of the Ringwraiths, the Witch King of Angmar, in Sernar. Even he couldn't ignore that huge power, which was different from the power of the Ringwraiths.

"Maybe I was like this at the beginning, maybe..." Senar fell into memories. He often fell into confusion and bewilderment. At this time, he had no idea who he was.

"Senar! You are a member of the Nazgul! You are one of us, not standing beside our enemies and swinging your sword at your own kind!" Khamul's voice flowed through Senar's heart like poison.

"Cenar?" Vess stared curiously at the Ringwraith who had protected him. He did not know his name until now.

"Boom!" A terrifying pressure came from Senar. Weiss's whisper seemed to trigger a switch, and the soul fire that was beating in Senar's pupils changed from scarlet to azure.

"What on earth did I do before..." Senar spread out his right hand and looked at his palm and murmured.

……

“That is…” The soul fire in Uvasa’s eyes suddenly shrank into a ball.

"Heroic spirit!" said Khamur hoarsely.

"How is this possible! This is impossible!" Lidillias was shocked. How could a Paladin who was corrupted by the Ring become a Heroic Spirit? How could a Ringwraith whose glory as a Knight was completely wiped out become a Heroic Spirit again?

"Alas..." Senar raised his eyes, his pupils dancing with the azure soul fire without a trace of emotion. He calmly stretched out the soul sickle in his hand, and under the astonished gaze of everyone... he crushed it fiercely. Amid the flying sickle fragments, Senar calmly drew out his least used greatsword from his back.

"This is a long story, so long that it needs years to record. I am a sinner! I betrayed my own honor, but I have never fallen completely. I still hope for redemption. The despair deep in my heart drags me to the abyss..." Sernar did not pay attention to the other Ringwraiths but stroked the sword and talked to himself.

  "This..." The three Ringwraiths were all shocked. The legendary weapon Soul Scythe was shattered by bare hands? Who is the villain in the family?

"I have seen the prosperity of Annúminas (the capital of the Kingdom of Arnor)..." Senar sang in a low voice.

"I have seen the light of the Palantir!" "I have seen the darkness of Middle-earth!"

"I have seen the kingdom split into three!"

"I have embraced the light!"

“I had the glory!”

"When did I become like this?" Senar stroked the sword gently, and an inexplicable light flickered in the fire of his soul.

Weiss listened to Senar's low moan with a tingling scalp. The coldness enveloped him like a tide, and even his soul felt frozen. If Kaslo were here, he would tell him that he was now facing a top professional in the field of unconscious release.

"Click!" Weiss's upper and lower teeth were chattering. He hugged his chest with his hands, wrapped his cloak tightly around himself, and huddled in the shield that Senar had condensed for him with his soul power, shivering.

The other three Ringwraiths in the distance were all numb. Why did the three Rings suddenly go crazy? If it weren't for the ring in his hand, the three brothers would have flirted with him long ago. After all, there was no point in arguing with a lunatic. However, Sernar still had a ring in his hand, which made them a little hesitant. After all, the One Ring had not been found yet, and if another of the Nine Rings of mankind was lost... I guess Sauron would eat people.

"Souls wandering in the abyss will eventually be redeemed! Darkness has not swallowed my will! Decay cannot erase my glory! You call me Nazgul... but have forgotten my former name." The domain emitted by Senar was quickly recovered, and Weiss was finally able to take a breath. If Senar had been slower, he would probably have been killed.

"Do you think... you can break my will? Corrupt my soul?" Senar looked down at the ring on his finger. At this moment, the ring emitted a faint light, appearing strange and quiet.

"Don't forget, I was once... a paladin!" Senar sneered.

"The Holy Light is with me!" Senar roared loudly, and the golden holy light instantly surged out from the fire of his soul!

The dark cloak was ignited by the holy light and turned into ashes. The heavy ghost armor also melted under the holy light. A white cloak slowly fluttered behind Senar, and at the same time, a dazzling silver-white armor reappeared. Even the long sword in his hand slowly burned, and the black color slowly faded. The hideous and twisted long sword gradually became a noble and holy knight sword under the burning of the holy flame.

"You will never! conquer me!" Senar taunted.

  "I've heard the people's wailing! I've seen the tragic scene of corpses strewn all over the ground! I have buried my country with my own hands! Do you think that corrupting me and making me forget everything? I am a knight of Arnor! Darkness cannot obscure my glory! Evil cannot corrupt my soul!" Senar roared, and the surging holy flame gathered towards his hands, and the blazing holy flame lit up half the sky!

"The day when the holy sword is reforged! The day when the hero returns!" The sharp holy sword brushed past the magic ring, sparks flashed, and a few cracks suddenly appeared on the originally indestructible magic ring.

Three shifts