Lucian had put down the pendant—a delicate little picture frame in which his beautiful wife had been photographed with him, and he hesitated for a long time before he could resist the desire to open it—and in fact he hadn't opened it again for a long time, and the familiar face had begun to blur, passing in his memory. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's not that he doesn't want to see it, but his broken heart may no longer be able to endure such thoughts and pain.

"May the Daughter of the Veil bless your soul. He looked at the dead man who had been driven into the head with a silver nail, and threw away the chaotic thoughts in his mind, praying earnestly, that everyone who looked at him would have thought that he was a pious knightly councillor, but in fact he was once a murderous gold medal killer.

The Veil Woman is the legendary god of death of the Demacian people, who is called the sheep spirit in some places and the wolf spirit in others, but in fact she is a twin.

"Hammerstone...... "Hammerstone," he muttered the name, his black trench coat fluttering in the night wind, "can I kill you?"

He thought back to the desperate power that Hammerstone had displayed that day, and he knew he wasn't enough to compete with it, but he couldn't wait.

On the road to revenge, he drifted away, though he was not blinded by hatred for now...... But yes, it's pretty much there.

......

As the sun set over the western mountains, the night gradually shrouded, and the black fog on the sea level became more and more dense and clear—it was like a living creature, constantly approaching the Blue Flame Island.

Bang!

A thunderbolt sounded in the sky, and dark clouds poured in from all directions, gradually obscuring the moon in the sky.

And this also marks the real arrival of the Night of the Eclipse of Souls.

In the harbor, on a fishing boat named Winter Kiss, Olaf carried the corpse of a huge sea beast upside down, jumped off the side of the ship nearly ten meters high and walked towards the fishing shop on the pier.

However, when he arrived, he realized that it was empty.

"What's going on?" he asked his companion when he had been dumped by Zhang Chao and had to join a fishing boat that specialized in catching sea beasts, but he soon fell in love with the thrill of fighting the ocean and competing with sea beasts.

He had already decided to die in the ocean, but then he was told that he was going to die today—the Night of the Eclipse was coming!, the captain's face was gloomy and his face was full of fear.

"It's too old to remember, and more and more young people don't believe in anything like that anymore - and I don't believe it either, but it turns out how stupid we really are. ”

As if thinking of something bad, the captain looked behind him worriedly, and then trembled and pointed behind Olaf with a grim face.

Olaf had a bad premonition, and his long career as a warrior made him clearly perceive that not far away, an extremely terrifying aura of death appeared very suddenly.

He looked back, his eyes widening.

Countless undead, as if from the darkest nightmares, are rolling in the black fog.

Like a huge black wave, the ship that had just left it silently eroded into a dry and turquoise rotten wood.

In the dark mist of the sky, a tall Dreadknight with a zombie beast as large as a Chimera under his crotch.

With the head of a lion and its scarlet eyes, it opened its huge mouth and spewed out a breath mixed with sulfuric acid and death.

A large black scythe slung in front of the Dreadknight, pale green flames surrounding the blade.

As he opened his mouth, the undead let out a roar in unison, leaving his side and speeding toward the docks of Bilgewater.

Olaf wanted to die in battle with the massive sea beasts, which he thought would be something very cool and worthy of the glory of a warrior. But he didn't give up on the idea soon - the sea beast was a bird's egg compared to the dreadknight in front of him.

He held a heavy double axe, his calloused rough palms like steel, gripping its wooden handle tightly.

"Olaf will make you worse than dead, bone stubble!" he yelled in rage as he sprinted along the docks.

Berserker, fight when you are angry, fight if you are mad, and win if you are crazy!

However, victory, perhaps, is also death!

......

Zhang Chao held the black Hydra sword in his hand, and a steady stream of power poured into his body from it, he didn't know what kind of fierce beast Hydra was, but it was conservatively estimated that it would not be inferior to Baron Nash.

Today, however, he pitted the weapons made from its body against a group of dead men who had been dead for thousands of years, and he vaguely remembered the cowering and horror he felt when he met Hekarim during the first match.

"It's time for shame. His hands trembled slightly, unlike other human heroes, most of the current human heroes had not yet grown to their prime, while the heroes of Shadow Island were not inferior to their peak in the ghost life due to their long lifespan.

Walking along the craggy mountain road in front of the temple of the Mother Serpent, he walked step by step, his heart was not lacking in tension, but as he clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, his heart quickly calmed.

......

The thunder in the sky grew louder and louder, and an endless stream of undead poured in from the black mist, overwhelming the sky like locusts, devouring the flesh and blood of the living beings, and then assimilating their souls into one of their own.

Lucian drove the last silver nail, and then he noticed a man with a black sword, walking against the current in the direction of the black mist as the crowd ran towards the interior of Bilgewater City.

"Hey, I think we can make a guy. Lucian's voice was low, and the two pistols in his hands with ornate patterns, filled with runic energy and holy light, were already eager to harvest the souls of the dead.

The man turned his head and showed a gentle smile: "Yes, my name is Zhang Chao, and I am in charge of the front." ”

Lucian also showed a smile, not happy, but satisfied that the other party's positioning was just complementary to himself: "Hello, my name is Lucian, and I am in charge of the distance." ”

Suddenly, they looked at the black canopy in the distance at the same time, only to hear the rumbling war drums suddenly sound, as if turning into the beating of people's hearts, little by little, beating.

"The big head is coming......" Lucian muttered to himself.

"Very familiar atmosphere. Zhang Chao smiled, and he immediately guessed who had arrived.

......

Not far away, Raven was exhausted, and Sarah barely took his hand and smashed the head of a skeleton with a large mouth with blue fangs that rushed behind it.

However, the skeleton's shattered body had already recondensed in a moment and pounced again.

At the same time, an endless stream of the dead poured in one after another, baring their teeth and claws.

"It turns out that it's really hard to kill people who die. Miss Doom held back her fear, not wanting others to see it.

Only then did she realize how naïve she really was, thinking that she could compete with the undead head-on with some gadgets and blind faith. She had intended to prove to the people in Bilgewater that they didn't need Planck at all. A person's destiny should be in his own hands.

But now she's going to kill herself, and she's pushing the city into purgatory.

A muffled trumpet sound swept across the square. Then there was another sound.

The thunder roared, and as the storm drew closer, the dark rain began to fall like the filthiest breath of death in time.

In a few moments, the thunder grew louder and denser, as if a giant was smashing wildly against the anvil with a hammer.

The ground trembled.

"Oh my God, what is that?" Raven asked.

"I don't know. As soon as Miss Doom's words fell, the silhouette of a knight appeared in the black mist.

The midnight canopy reflected his shadow. He seemed to be riding on the back of a warhorse with strange proportions, and his helmet was shaped like a demon's head.

"It's a dreadknight. Miss Doom said.

Raven shook his head violently, his face bloodless, as he keenly noticed that it wasn't a knight, but a monster with a body attached to the horse's body.

"Not really. He said desperately, "It's the shadow of the war......" (To be continued. )