Custom Made Demon King Chapter 589: God-Like Power

Chapter 589: God-Like Power....
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
When Roy saw Arthas kill Mal’ganis in the scene sent by Frostmourne, to be honest, he wasn’t surprised.
He was very clear that after Ner’zhul lured Arthas into falling through Frostmourne, he would definitely get Arthas to kill Mal’ganis. After all, Arthas’s hatred for Mal’ganis was already deeply rooted, and it was impossible not to let him vent. Moreover, there was another advantage to killing Mal’ganis. It would make Arthas feel the pleasure of vengeance. The feeling of being able to do whatever he wanted after possessing great power would make him unable to stop.
After Arthas tasted the sweetness of revenge, Ner’zhul’s next plan could unfold smoothly.
But what was laughable was that Mal’ganis had been too conceited to realize this. He thought that after Arthas picked up Frostmourne, he had already fallen into darkness and could be counted as one of them. Thus, he boldly appeared in front of Arthas and ended up dead.
Roy didn’t care about Mal’ganis’s death at all, even though he died under Frostmourne’s blade. At this stage, including Kil’jaeden and the other dreadlords, the demons of the Burning Legion wouldn’t think that Frostmourne had any connection with Roy. Frostmourne was only his former sword, but it was Ner’zhul who controlled Frostmourne now.
But he could see one thing from this matter—Ner’zhul couldn’t wait to begin executing his plan. Although under Kil’jaeden’s orders, the dreadlords had to obey Ner’zhul and work hard to contribute to the expansion of the Scourge, it was undeniable that their truly important task was to monitor Ner’zhul.
Ner’zhul would never forget how the dreadlords had tortured him and brought him immense pain. When he planned to use Arthas to escape from the Frozen Throne, the dreadlords became targets that he had to eliminate.
Mal’ganis was the first, but not the last. In the following process, Ner’zhul might think of a way to use Arthas to eliminate the other dreadlords.
Of course, with Mal’ganis’s death, the other dreadlords would probably become vigilant, so Roy guessed that Ner’zhul was going to speed up his plan.
Should I intervene here? Roy thought as he rubbed his demon horns.
Although Mal’ganis was dead, he had still accomplished his mission very well. These cunning dreadlords had cooperated with the experienced Ner’zhul to make Arthas complete his fall step by step. Now that Frostmourne had devoured Arthas’s soul, he was rapidly transforming into a death knight. If Roy remembered correctly, Arthas would then kill his way back to Lordaeron and complete his act of being a filial son. Afterward, under Ner’zhul’s orders, he would lead the Scourge to attack Silvermoon City and resurrect Kel’Thuzad with the help of the Sunwell.
Finally, Arthas would attack Dalaran, seize the Book of Medivh, and use the power of the artifact to summon Archimonde to Azeroth.
Roy couldn’t enter Azeroth at all now, even though he had activated the Dark Portal in Outland. The power of the Dark Portal was not enough to accommodate a powerful demon king like Roy. Only Julia and Benia could pass through. But even if they went to Azeroth, they couldn’t summon Roy without a powerful artifact as a source of power.
It couldn’t be helped. The planetary shield left behind by the titans was ridiculously strong…
Therefore, in Roy’s opinion, Arthas seizing the Book of Medivh might be an opportunity for him. Since the Book of Medivh could let Archimonde’s true body enter Azeroth, it could also let Roy enter Azeroth…
On the vast sea, a dilapidated ship was slowly sailing. Arthas was sitting in the cabin with Frostmourne in his hand and meditating with his eyes closed.
The ones operating the ship were not living people but several ugly ghouls. Arthas had transformed them from corpses. After communicating with Ner’zhul through Frostmourne, Arthas had obtained the knowledge of necromancy and powerful death power. Now that he was on his way back to Lordaeron, he no longer needed living people to serve him. These undead monsters were the most obedient servants.
Now, Arthas was transforming into a death knight. The Holy Light power in his body was gradually fading, and the flesh and blood of his body were gradually withering. The powers of darkness, death, and frost were growing in his body, and these were all bestowed by Ner’zhul. The more he practiced these dark powers, the easier it was for Ner’zhul to control Arthas’s thoughts.
Of course, Ner’zhul was not always paying attention to him. Ner’zhul also had many matters to attend to, so every time his will withdrew from Frostmourne, the only thing that could continue to affect Arthas’s thoughts was the endless whispers in Frostmourne.
These whispers that could reach the depths of a person’s soul made it impossible for Arthas to hear clearly what the words were, even if he tried his best to listen. But these whispers were constantly growing the darkness in his heart. Unfortunately, he didn’t feel that anything was wrong because the greater the darkness in his heart, the stronger the power fed back to him from Frostmourne, causing him to sink deeper and deeper into it.
The return journey to Lordaeron was long, so when he had nothing to do, Arthas would hold Frostmourne and meditate to increase his strength day by day. Today was no exception.
But at this moment, the light in the eyes of the skeleton on Frostmourne’s hilt suddenly intensified, and the connection between Arthas and Frostmourne was suddenly cut off!
Arthas instantly woke up from his meditation and looked at Frostmourne in surprise, not understanding what was going on. Especially when he tried to call the Lich King Ner’zhul, he found that he couldn’t contact him at all.
He was cut off!
Before Arthas could understand what was going on, a new voice sounded from the sword.
“Stop calling Ner’zhul! As long as I want, you can’t contact anyone through Frostmourne! Not even Ner’zhul!”
Arthas calmed herself down and asked doubtfully, “Who… are you?”
“My name is… Osiris, the Lord of Darkness and Frost, the Destroyer of the High Heavens, the Demon who Traverses the Worlds of Chaos and the Void, the current third commander of the Burning Legion, the King of Despair!”
Hearing Roy’s long list of titles, Arthas was stunned. Although he didn’t have any concept of most of the titles, the words ‘the third commander of the Burning Legion’ shocked him.
“King of Despair Osiris… y-you said that you’re the owner of this sword?” Arthas asked in a daze.
“Not only Frostmourne, but even your so-called Lord of Darkness, Lich King Ner’zhul, was transformed from my demon blood!” Roy’s cold voice transmitted from Frostmourne to Arthas’s mind through the void. “Do you need me to prove it?”
“Prove it?” Arthas was puzzled for a moment when he suddenly found that the endless power coming from Frostmourne had disappeared in an instant. Moreover, Frostmourne actually began to extract power from his body.
“W-what’s going on?!” Arthas subconsciously wanted to throw Frostmourne away, but he found that the sword was stuck to his palm and couldn’t be thrown away.
In just a few seconds, Arthas was about to be drained dry. Not only did Frostmourne extract the power in his body, but it also extracted his blood and soul. At this moment, he had already turned from a handsome blond man into a bag of bones, looking like a skeleton. Even his golden hair had become withered and gray.
“I believe you! I believe you!” Arthas felt that he was really about to die, so he hurriedly shouted, “I know that you’re the true Lord of Darkness! I am willing to obey your orders!”
After hearing these shouts, Frostmourne finally stopped absorbing Arthas. Then it began to give everything it took back to him continuously. Arthas was finally out of danger of death, and he heaved a sigh of relief. But after this, he finally understood something.
This cursed sword, Frostmourne, had a true master behind it, and even the Lich King Ner’zhul was probably a puppet under his control…
“Let me tell you, young prince!” Roy said. “What the Lich King Ner’zhul has is only a portion of the authority of this sword, but he doesn’t know this, so the power he can bestow upon you through the sword is only a small portion. As long as I want, I can take back all the power he bestows you at any time! On the contrary, as long as I am willing, I can let you obtain power far beyond Ner’zhul’s authority!”
When Arthas heard this, his eyes lit upn, and he asked with some yearning, “This power… How powerful is it?”
“Do you want to try?” Roy chuckled. “Then, find a suitable place, and I can show you.”
Hearing this, Arthas quickly got up, walked out of the cabin, and came to the deck. He looked at the vast sea and held the hilt of Frostmourne tightly with both hands. “I’m ready.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt an indescribably vast amount of magic power transmitting through Frostmourne. After this magic power fused into his body, it only took a second for him to feel as though he was about to explode. Countless veins bulged on his arms and forehead. He roared in pain and didn’t dare to think about anything else as he quickly swung Frostmourne at the sea.
When this incomparably immense amount of magic power poured out through Frostmourne, the surface of the sea that Arthas saw immediately changed. The turbulent waves on the sea stopped surging at this moment, and the entire sea as far as his eye could see was replaced by black ice crystals.
With Arthas as the starting point, the surface of the sea for thousands of kilometers ahead was frozen under this slash!
Looking at the scene in front of him, he was so shocked that he couldn’t speak for a long time.
It had to be known that he once had a powerful ice mage by his side, Jaina Proudmore. She was a genius-level mage, and he had seen her use ice magic before. But even Jaina’s strongest ice spell couldn’t accomplish this scene in front of him.
This could no longer be considered magic. It was a miraculous feat!
After returning to his senses, Arthas stared at Frostmourne with fiery eyes. “Can I have such powerful strength?”
Hearing this, Roy, who was far away in Outland, smiled. He knew that Arthas couldn’t escape…