At the end of the coast, east of Ionian Presidium, Soraka stood alone on the seashore, quietly gazing out at the black fog that was getting closer and closer to the shoreline.

Her star-like purple eyes shimmered, and there was no expression on her face, as if nothing could ripple in her heart.

"Lord Soraka, why did you end up on the coast alone? It's about to be swallowed up by the black mist, so let's go back! ”

The maid's voice and hurried footsteps got closer and closer, and Soraka's thin lips hidden under the veil opened slightly: "Has Master Yi left for Nanshan?"

Hearing Soraka's rhetorical words, the maid was obviously stunned for a moment. After a while, she replied, "Yes, Master Yi has already left, Lord Soraka, aren't we?"

Speaking of the latter, the maid tentatively asked Soraka, who she hoped would leave with her, who had missed too many opportunities to become a god because of these mortal trivialities.

The first person in Ionia from ancient times to the present, the youngest demigod peak mage, should have become a glorious existence of a god nineteen years ago.

Thinking of this, the maid felt both glory and pity for Soraka.

Soraka naturally knew what the maid was thinking, but she still didn't answer the question, and said to herself: "For some reason, I've been having strange dreams lately, and I ...... in my dreams."

As she spoke, Soraka fell into an illusory memory.

In her dreams, she vaguely saw that she had cast a magic circle on an island that she had never heard of, and that circle had an energy similar to her starlight magic, and seemed to be far superior to her current magic.

There were several vague figures in the circle, one of which seemed to be a woman, but unfortunately Soraka couldn't see the woman's face clearly in her dream.

The woman kept saying something incomprehensible, and her voice was one of despair, hope, trust, and disbelief.

It seems to be ...... Soraka shook her head, the thought of her head hurting like it was going to explode.

Holding back the pain, Soraka forcibly recalled the memories in her dream.

"You are wrong, how could Lord Soraka kill us? We're Soraka-sama's closest friends and subordinates, right, Soraka-sama? ”

The woman seemed to be trying to argue with the others, saying something defensive.

For some reason, seeing this scene, Soraka in his dream felt the urge to cry. She opened her mouth, but she couldn't say anything, and a feeling of powerlessness and guilt surged through her.

"Why don't you speak, Lord Soraka?"

"Lord Soraka, are you really going to kill us?"

"No...... No...... No, no, no, no, I don't believe it! ”

"Lord Soraka, you must be joking with us, aren't you?"

The woman's increasingly frantic tone made Soraka nearly collapse, and her tears flowed uncontrollably, and she choked speechlessly.

As she spoke, the woman's voice trembled towards the edge of the circle, trying to get closer to Soraka. And the people behind the woman were all trying to dissuade the woman from approaching the edge of the circle, reminding the woman that she was in danger.

However, the woman claimed that it was just a joke played by Master Soraka and that the circle was not actually lethal.

The woman smiled as she walked towards Soraka and looked at her with trust in her eyes.

The moment the woman's body touched the boundary of the circle, something terrible happened.

Hearing the woman's scream of "ah", accompanied by a look of disbelief and despair, made the dream Soraka's heart tremble.

She watched as the trust in the woman's eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by disbelief and despair, and then slowly transformed into a betrayal, resentful look.

"I hate you, Soraka!"

With the woman's terrible and resentful roar, the woman's entire body was wiped out by the power of starlight in an instant.

Snapping back to reality from sad and painful memories, Soraka slumped on the shore, gasping for air.

Despite recalling everything that had happened in the dream, she felt both strange and familiar with the dream.

It is important to know that since she was born, she has never used a similar destruction spell except when she cursed Warwick nineteen years ago.

The magic circle in this dream was also something she had never seen before, but why did she feel familiar with this strange dream?

Just like when he and the Four Knights of the Void joined forces to seal Baron Nash in the Summoner's Canyon......

When the maid on the side saw Soraka fall, she hurriedly stepped forward to help her up.

"Are you alright?"

The maid's worried words brought Sorakala back to reality, she steadied herself, wiped the sweat stains from her forehead, and let out a long breath, "I'm fine."

"Lord Soraka, it's windy on the beach, shall we go back to Presidium?" The maid looked at the pale Soraka in distress, not wanting to see the weak appearance of Soraka who treated her like a sister.

Without rushing to answer, Soraka's purple eyes narrowed slightly, and the black mist became closer and closer in her eyes. Her pupils suddenly shrank, and she asked nervously, "Have all the civilians on the East Coast been evacuated?" If not, I personally cast a spell to move them to a village far from the coast. ”

The maid thought about it for a moment and replied truthfully, "Lord Soraka, yesterday, the last group of civilians had already left the East Coast under arrangement."

Hearing the maid's answer, the stone hanging in Soraka's heart was about to fall, but it was lifted up by the strange demonic wind blowing from the sea.

Looking into Soraka's enlarged eyes, the thick black fog that had shrouded the distant coastline gradually dissipated, and the whispers of the undead were like chanting ancient forbidden spells, and a dense army of the undead slowly appeared from the end of the sea.

Walking on the surface of the sea, the blue army of the undead marched mightily towards the east coast of Ionia, and the wails of the undead horses and the eyes of the undead soldiers shimmered with the flames of death, which made people shudder.

The maid looked at the mighty army of the undead in horror, and said in a trembling voice, "Is it the undead, Lord Soraka, will Ionia also face the same fate as Demacia?"

"No, as long as I am here, Ionia will never be reduced to a purgatory paradise for the undead and demons!"

Soraka's firm words were like a cornerstone, stabilizing the handmaiden's fearful heart. Her whole person instantly emitted terrifying starlight magic, and the purple light that shone like the stars diffused, exuding a sacred and majestic aura.

She said in a deep voice, "You get out of here first."

When the maid heard this, she immediately said anxiously: "Lord Soraka, how can I leave you alone?"

"Your stay will distract me, rest assured, I'll be following you soon." Sorakar took a deep breath, her nervous at the approaching army of the undead.

"But ......"

The maid tried to persuade Soraka, but before she could finish her sentence, she was diverted by Soraka's astral magic.

Staring solemnly at the army of the undead across the sea, the starlight magic around Sorakar began to become irritable, and the healing power was transforming into a raging power of destruction at a visible rate.

Her star-like eyes were also eroded by the flames of killing, and Soraka, who had always practiced harmony and healing, was once again forced to cast an attack spell that she least wanted to use.

"I'm going to kill......"

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(End of chapter)