"She's still alive and must be saved."

This was the first thought that came to mind in Lu Xi's peace of mind.

He fired, moving at the same time as Senna. He ran as fast as a jaguar, sprinting to the other side of the river, his braided whip crackling on his wallet as he turned.

A series of scorching sun-like rays struck in succession, and the holy light completely submerged the hammerstone, and the purifying flames ignited his spirit, and the hollow of the pitch-black robe spewed flames.

Still laughing, Lucian stepped forward and fired again, but a black halo appeared around the lantern, extinguishing the gunfire.

The purifying flames were dispelled by the power of darkness. He smiled and held the lantern aloft as if to show off a prize he had just won.

Lucian felt a suffocation in his chest.

The spearhead that broke the halo of the lantern was wasted, turning into silver dust and falling down, and to this day he has not found a way to break the black light.

His belief in purifying the shadows was not strong enough to resist the darkest existence of this time.

"Do you know what the consequences of failure are?" Hammerstone held the hook and sickle high, and Lucian sensed that something was wrong, but the next moment, the hook had pierced the young woman's chest.

The striking blood on the tip of the hook dripped into a stream, spreading along the icy waters, so that the Hunter of Shadows could see better.

"Every shot you fail to kill me will be turned into torture inflicted on her."

The woman tried to reach out to them, but a pair of hooks with chains slashed into her palms and snapped behind her. Then the third stabbed through the stomach, the fourth out of the neck, and then the head was trampled under the blood-soaked water by the boots.

The old lantern began to burn, a small door opened, and in the bottomless glow, the tormented undead almost went crazy in the endless purgatory, screaming heartbreakingly.

With the swing of the last ghostly invisible scythe, the young woman's soul was stripped from her body, and a new soul was ushered in the prison.

The lantern clicked shut, the screams were silenced, and a life came to an abrupt end.

The cold breath froze his throat, his lungs had turned into lumps of ice, and Lucian felt a cold suffocation.

Although I know that Hammerstone has no humanity at all, every time I meet it, I will be refreshed again and again to refresh the lower limit of cognition.

"I can't escape." Hammerstone squeezed out a word from his mouth: "No matter where you flee, the black mist will always follow." ”

He knocked on the lantern.

The light pulsated, as if in response to him.

Then the swirling black mist stretched out tentacles, and with the whistling sound of the wind, it broke through the doors and windows of all nearby buildings, screaming one after another for a while, and the living people entangled in the house had nothing to hide under the black mist.

Countless life-hungry souls let out a cry of excitement, the rolling shadows couldn't wait to welcome new souls, and Hammerstone beckoned to stop the riot, all up to Lucian's choice.

"Come on, Lucian, make your choice. Pick one of your Senna and these people. ”

A difficult problem was in front of them, and the two subconsciously came up with different solutions.

"No, my light... My love. Lucian sensed Senna's thoughts, and he was selfish and would not allow her to give her soul unselfishly.

He knew exactly what Senna was thinking—she hadn't given up on that idea until now, wanting to enter the lantern to find out the truth, join forces with Lucian, and finally defeat the Warden of the Soul Lock, and even lift the curse of ruin.

But if the curse is lifted, Senna's new body condensed through the black mist will also dissipate.

So he won't allow it!

Lucian reached into his fur coat and pulled out a small bomb in the shape of a cocoon. The bomb was only the size of a peanut, and the rough pattern pulsated with a purple shimmer was breathtaking.

- Karn lied to him or not, now is the time to verify.

"I chose to kill you!"

Lucian flicked his arms and threw the bomb at the hammerstone.

Before, I didn't throw out the cocoon, but I was worried about affecting the woman at the foot of the hammerstone, but now that the people are dead, I don't have any scruples anymore.

Hammerstone didn't care, and didn't dodge, until the bomb stuck to the black light wheel.

The ghost fire in his hollow eye socket twitched suspiciously, and then he saw that the cocoon-like thing absorbed the dark energy, and suddenly grew sharp stitches, piercing into the dull black light.

Then, the surface of the cocoon cracked like a tortoiseshell, and a purple glow bloomed from it.

The intense light flooded the hammerstone, and Lucian and Senna reached out to block the glare that stinged their eyes, and the warden's roar rang in their ears.

When the light faded, the wheel of light that shrouded Hammerstone's body had shattered, and his soul seemed to be tormented, making a corrosive sound.

The lantern without the protection of the black light was exposed to the vision of the two, and a storm of undead was gradually wilting, and the light emitted changed, and the eerie green color faded slightly.

Now is the time!

Lucian and Senna glanced at each other, and the tacit understanding of the years was self-evident.

They raised their guns to the hammerstone and poured all their anger into the guns, firing a barrage of gunfire.

The fiery gunfire struck the iron cage, and the lantern shook violently, opening a small door.

For the first time, the Fire of Purification knocked on the doors of an ancient prison.

The gunfire shot into the inside of the lantern, and some souls who longed for liberation took the initiative to collide with the lamp, consciously turning into white light, and forever freed from the bitter sea of black mist.

The violently burning lantern burned Hammerstone's claws, and he fell out of his hand and into the river.

The gunfire moved upward, and the zealous holy light hit perfectly, and the light pierced through the ghostly robes, and his spirit body was mercilessly ignited, erupting into a hellish heat.

"Don't resist, death is coming for you. As I say, this is the end. The corners of Lucian's eyes trembled in a frenzied light.

Step by step, the two sentries stepped towards the hammerstone, their spears dazzling.

The Warden of the Soul Lock screamed in pain, his spirit body was completely unable to resist the ancient power of this pair of weapons without the black light emitted by the countless ghosts in the prison.

The Sacred Stone Pistol has no magazines, and as long as the faith is strong enough, it will produce an endless number of bullets.

In the face of the infinite pouring fire, the spirits of the hammerstone burst continued to retreat until they finally turned to ashes and turned into black smoke.

This time on the night of the Soul Eclipse, he not only returned empty-handed, but also took some of the souls that he had collected diligently in the years before.

The tentacles of the black mist reached into the space where the bomb was squeezed out, slowly filling the gap.

The undead retreated, and Lucian fell to the ground, and Senna hurriedly came over to help him up.

"Thank you, my love. My light. She whispered.

Lucian's sullen face finally smiled, but it froze when he turned his head to see the frightened faces in the broken doors and windows.

It's still some time before the night of the Eclipse is over.