Countless undead lurk beneath the dark seas, and in order to reach the Leviathan, Sarah's lightning bolts almost illuminate the entire Blood Harbor.

She pressed her hands to the iron armor, the suction of the skin-armor suction cups that allowed her to cling to the hull of the boat. Without looking back, she crawled towards the cannon muzzle above, pale faces emerging from the water below her, and countless claws left a screeching sound on the iron armor.

There was no sign of life in the open cannon bay, and the wraith entered and exited the Leviathan through the two cannon doors at will.

Her heavy defenses were also effective against the undead, and Sarah stood here and saw a ghost fly into the hull of a sea hunting ship, and the keel pierced through the hull and broke into several pieces.

In a single heartbeat, the whole ship froze into a lump of wood and sank like a full load of stones. Something sticks out of its withered limbs and its mouth with a fishhook, dragging the sailors hiding inside to the bottom of the sea.

The Lord of Death, riding a lion-headed monster with a snake's tail, crashed headlong into the hordes of ships, smashing everything in his path one after another. The sails and cables were torn apart like rotting shrouds. The hull of the ship was thrown off the water and smashed into another ship, shattering even the heavy mast into pieces of wood.

Compared to these shipwrecked ships, the largest and most conspicuous of all, the Leviathan, was able to stand in the midst of this storm of death, which was already a great miracle in itself.

There are very few iron-headed undead who are tough against the Leviathan's iron armor, and perhaps one day when the Eclipse Night spreads to Noxus, the sons of war can be seen holding off the undead with their sturdy fortress guards.

Sarah left the gun bay and came to the door lined up.

The long hallway was filled with choking smoke, which was not black fog. In front of each door were vigil candles made of whale dung, and there were braziers, in which some strange herbs were stewed, and wisps of green smoke were emitting, emitting a choking smell, and even the fishy smell of the slaughterhouse had been overshadowed.

"There aren't a single ghost in the hallway, and it seems that lighting the queen grass can dispel the undead is not entirely superstitious." There was no black fog and no undead here, and Sarah simply opened her helmet to reveal a cold face.

"But what's the use, the queen grass can protect against the undead, but it can't protect me. Death is knocking on the door. ”

She took out a cigar, opened the bottle of sea glass, and leaned in to light the candle.

Sarah took a deep breath and kicked open the nearest door.

The Leviathan was only wrapped in iron armor, and the inhabited areas were all wooden structures, which Sarah kicked open.

The door was suddenly broken, and the sailors who were staying inside thought that the undead had broken in, and they got up with their weapons and approached the door.

But there were a few flashing bullets in front of him, and after a few flashes in the room, they were silent.

There were several corpses lying in the room, each with a charred hole in the edge.

Sarah didn't have to ask Planck where he was hiding, because she didn't want to spare anyone loyal to Planck, including Planck, and not a single one who was hiding on this ship tonight wanted to live.

She calmly walked among the corpses, fiddling with her pistol, only to notice that the room was full of alcohol and that there were several half-drunk bottles of rum on the table.

"These people still have the heart to drink, are they really the undead who can't get into the Leviathan?"

In fact, there is nothing wrong with drinking, as long as it does not make a noise to attract the attention of the undead, generally speaking, the undead will not go out of their way to break open the closed room.

Looking at the bottles, a cruel thought gradually rose in Sarah's mind.

She poured all the wine on the futon, then threw the cigar on it, and with a sudden burst of fire spread along the beams of the room.

At this particular time tonight, no one will come out to control the fire.

It won't be long before the entire ship burns down, and the smoke and heat will force people out of their confined rooms.

But that's not the scariest thing.

Sarah put on her helmet and walked to the next door. She's going to kill a few more before the fire spreads.

Behind her, the black mist silently crowded the room, injecting bloodthirsty evil spirits into the charred gun holes, pale skin and pitch-black blood vessels in stark contrast, and the dead man's fingers began to move slightly.

Undead, the theme of Eclipse Night is always undead.

……

Bill Gewater, it's not the first time Lucian has come.

This is the only place where you can find the money-hungry captain who is willing to risk his life to take them to the terrifying Shadow Isles.

The lower town is full of dark rivers, and the river and the streets have been shrouded in a thick black fog, the fog is surging back and forth, and there are some faint points of light in the darkness, like ghost fires in the swamp.

The grinning grin of resentment reverberates between the buildings like rusty blades scraping against the grindstone. Rows of scavenging birds gather on the rooftops and quack, trying to feast on fresh meat before the moon goes down. The sound of blades mopping the floor echoed through the stones, and every time the footsteps stopped, an unlucky soul was taken away.

The two of them passed a dilapidated wooden hut, the panes were shattered, the wooden doors had been smashed open, hanging crumblingly from leather ropes, the vigil candles had been knocked over, and the fragments of the latch lay silently on the ground, covered in frost.

Lucian glanced in apprehensively, his pupils suddenly shrinking.

It was too late again, and all that was left in the room was the cold corpse and the remnants of fear, the resentment in his eyes lingering before his eyes.

Senna said calmly, "You can't save everyone." ”

Lucian nodded sullenly, a few ghost fires appeared in the black fog in front of him, and a house not far away opened by itself, and then walked out of a middle-aged couple, calling a name in their mouths, and walked towards the ghost fire unconsciously.

"Don't look at them!!" Lucian issued a warning, but the other party turned a deaf ear.

The couple walked straight into the river with visions that only they could see, and by the time they arrived, they had turned into two cold corpses with a strange smile on their lips.

Lucian knew that this was not an isolated case, and that there were many more people who had been drained of their vitality by the black mist because they were hiding in a leaky room, and ended their lives in various ways in hallucinations.

"The black fog will get its retribution." Senna said.

Looking at these obedient deceased, he was inexplicably angry in his heart. But what's the use of that, he can only agree with Senna.

"The couple's son died of a sea plague less than a year ago, and they miss him a lot. I should be thankful for reuniting them again. ”

A voice suddenly came from the fog, and the viciousness in his tone stirred up a familiar tingling sensation in their flesh.

The ghost's body shone with a sickly green glow, and with a flickering lantern in his lifeless hand, he gently flung away the two poor souls.

"Dear Senna, we meet again."