The rebirth of the Ruined King, Jeno is not surprised at all.

It's just the way of rebirth, which he didn't expect a little.

The Ruined King subconsciously clenched his fists, trying to grab something, but he grabbed it empty.

Then he looked at Jeno and bent his hand.

Jeno was still figuring out how to use the cursed sword, when the next moment it turned into an uncontrollable black mist that slipped through his fingers and returned to the Ruined King's hand.

"Gan, can you still ...... like this"

As soon as the words fell, the Ruined King turned into a wisp of black mist, and when he reappeared, a cold glow had already cut into Jeno's neck.

The sword sliced into a hydrogen balloon like a soldering iron, and the Ruined King felt no hindrance, and then a burst of blue flames engulfed his vision.

As the firestorm gathered into a skull, Jeno saw a black halo of light envelop the Ruined King's body, blocking the flames he spewed out from his neck.

"Lone doesn't die twice in the same way."

The Ruined King vanished again, and this time Jeno saw clearly, and he turned into a wisp of black mist and swam to his side, looking for an opportunity to attack him.

I didn't expect the lord of a country to be an assassin.

Jeno looked around and deliberately sold the flaws.

The Ruined King took the bait, but instead of using a quick thrust attack to stab Jeno in the deadly part, he instead used a slightly slower sweep to slash at both legs, as if he didn't want him to be killed so easily.

Jeno wrapped his iron arm around the blade of the sword, and the power that came with the sword was a little greater than before.

The ghostly claws of the flames clawed at the face of the Ruined King, who tried to stir up a halo through the sword of the king, only to find that the black magic initiated by the sword had been swallowed by something.

In desperation, he kicked Jeno violently, kicking Jeno away before his fist slammed into the door, many times faster than before, so fast that Jeno didn't even see when he was out of the leg.

It turned out that the strength of the Ruined King was so high, and Jeno stood up from the depression he had fallen out of in pain, and was greeted by a sword blade, but the speed changed to the slow appearance before.

Jeno blocked the blade of the sword, feeling extremely upset.

said that it was a death match and did not go all out, and when the fight started, the water was released, and the fight was not pleasant, as if he was scratching himself, just to delay the time for himself to go up, would it be the bad taste of the hammer stone again?

……

After the black spear was broken, Calista's consciousness was immediately dragged back into the body of the vengeful spear, and the grim mask returned to her face.

Thankfully, what she did was the same as before, bringing destruction to the traitors like Hecarim.

Hecarim charged at her, his ghost-burning halberd eyebrow-giving.

But she ducked as soon as she was short, then dodged the oncoming hooves with a light leap, twisted in the air, and plunged her spear into Hecarim's chest.

She landed in perfect balance, her eyes locked on a prey that had come to her death from the side.

The invulnerable iron armor was easily pierced, and the terrifying fusion of man and horse let out a bloodthirsty roar and once again raised the horse's hooves to charge.

He drew power from the magic of the island, and the black fog around him stirred, and a group of dark knights in shining armor appeared behind him, rushing out in array, scattering the few mortals, and the ensuing fear of the smell of blood also made Hekarim intoxicated and reveled.

On the other hand, Ledros was defeated by the army of the undead even though he was possessed by the god of war, and the disparity in numbers made him unable to do anything.

Rushing left and right in front of the battle, as if to make up for the guilt of not saving Calista in his life, he lunged sideways at the last moment of his attack, and struck an undead at the edge of the crater with his heavy shield, knocking him back into the crater.

A large knife slashed at Ledroth's shoulder, sticking into his collarbone, trying to make a diagonal cut in his upper body. Even so, Ledros stood firm against the blade, slashing his sword through the throat of the undead.

Seeing that the previous undead fell to the barrier and fell directly into a cloud of smoke, Ledros suddenly figured it out, rushed to the side against the wall, and then rushed into the army of the undead with a thick shield, frantically pushing a large number of undead into the huge pit with a frenzy.

The undead who fell on the black barrier were like snuffed out cigarette butts, squeezing out a wisp of black smoke from their chests and extinguishing their shapes, and the black smoke moved outside the barrier, but it was never allowed to enter.

But even so, the army of the undead still rushed towards the living behind him like locusts.

Yorick tries to summon the Misty Maidens to stop the undead legion, but they mutiniate at this time.

They only took some of the black fog pits and killed a small number of the undead when they were summoned, and then they threw themselves headlong on the barrier, eager to break through the barrier and prostrate at the feet of their Holy Father, willing to be driven by it.

Seeing this, Yorick could only keep letting her dissipate and summon again, taking away some of the weak undead with a drop in the bucket.

While the exploding magic missiles and exploding cones were effective against the incoming army of the undead, their barren firepower was too weak against an army of the undead that could fill the entire coastline of Helia.

"Wonderful!" Hammerstone flapped a pair of withered claws, sending Lucian the cheers of the victors.

In the Nether Prison, Lucian just took advantage of the undead knight's unpreparedness and stabbed the undead knight with a thick silver needle hidden deep in his body, pierced through the weak spot of his chin, and drilled out of the heavenly spirit cover, completing the counterattack in one fell swoop.

But when he heard Hammerstone's applause, he didn't feel proud, just his usual mockery.

He couldn't calm down because he saw the hammerstone pushing Jeno into the pit, and the rest of the people were besieged by the undead, and they were in danger......

All of this fell into Lucian's eyes, and he kept asking himself, why could he sit in prison when everyone was in danger?

Is it just because he has a wife to save?

But his wife has been dead for many years, and even if she is saved, she can only get out of her soul. A soul with nowhere to put or a few fresh human lives, do you need to think about which is more worthwhile?

"They're all here to save you, but soon they're going to end up with you, have you ever felt guilty?"

Lucian heard a wicked, playful laugh, followed by the sound of chains swaying.

He followed the sound and saw Hammerstone's ruined face pressed against the transparent green curtain of light, one of the walls of the Nether Prison where he was imprisoned.

The soul-attracting lamp in Hammerstone's hand also held a small soul.

It was Senna, his dead wife, who was also watching Lucian through the light curtain.

She opened her mouth to say something, Lucian had been in this situation before, but he was still alive then, and he couldn't hear a ghost's voice, but this time he heard it very clearly.

"Lucian......" Senna used her shrunken palm to stick to Lucian's charred palm through the light curtain.

"Senna ......" Lucian whispered, his voice softer than ever, hard to believe it was coming from the mouth of an undead.

"The shadow follows the light, the light will not be afraid to hide in the shadows, let you and me be free......"