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

It was a voice that only he could hear.

Sena's wish......

"But you'll be swallowed up by the black mist......" Lucian snorted, feeling extremely cold.

"But you will become invulnerable! I will be your light and your shield, and I will not be your weakness! ”

"......" Lucian heard it clearly, as if he had made the most difficult choice, two clear tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and it seemed that the only remaining part of his humanity had not been lost.

Hammerstone looked at these two lines of tears, and laughed like a treasure screaming, as if he had tasted the most delicious pain in the world.

Colic before heart death......

"Lucian, we'll see you in the next life......" she said.

She said......

He remembered her last voice and picked up the pistol she had left behind.

The power of the Light burned the fallen hands, but less than one-ten-thousandth of the pain of death.

"Hammerstone!" He screamed, and the two pistols were already aimed.

The dazzling light melted the green curtain of light, and the gurgling laughter of the hammerstone turned into a scream of pain in an instant.

The light pierced through the ghostly robes, the holy flames mercilessly scorched his spirit, and the light ate away at the shadows, erupting into a hellish heat.

Lucian stepped out of the shattered prison and stepped towards the hammerstone, his guns dazzling, but his eyes more aggressive.

Behind him, a spirit looked at him with relief, allowing the black mist to stretch out its tentacles and pull her into the infinite darkness.

The Warden of the Soul Lock screamed in pain and fell to the ground, taking in Lucian's endless rage. His spirit was completely unable to resist the ancient power of the pair of weapons, like a pile of dry firewood burning in flames.

"Don't resist, death is coming for you. As I say, this is the end. ”

Lu Xi said quietly, sending the last shot to the hammerstone.

The holy light penetrates the body, and the lamp dies out.

It turned into a wisp of black mist, and failed to break through the black barrier.

Lucian didn't stop.

Jeno and the others braved all odds to come to help him, and although they succeeded in the end, this intention was worth his help.

He slid into the pile of the dead, his guns aimed at each side.

Wherever his cold gaze looked, the blazing light bullets fell, and the lightning went, the black mist burned, and the shadows receded.

Lucian's addition rekindled the hope of survival in the hearts of several people, and Ezreal felt the pressure lightened by the pressure, and even began to take the time to shoot magic light bullets at Karthas.

Watching Lucian's bullets rain out like money, killing his men with high efficiency, Karthhas was furious.

This battle has been fought so far, whether he wins or loses, he has already lost.

He has lost many undead, and those weak undead cannot be resurrected, even if the few people in front of him can be transformed into powerful undead, they cannot generate enough value.

He suddenly understood why Hammerstone had to let himself deal with these people, and then it was up to him to deceive the Ruined King and deceive the King's Sword.

Because he wants to wear down his power!

But if you give him the King's Sword, those losses are nothing compared to the King's Sword, but the hammerstone was wiped out by Lucian at this juncture because of carelessness, doesn't that mean that all his investments have been wasted?!!

The more he thought about it, the more angry Karthas decided to stop the loss in time, and the white light of death welled up from his mouth, groaning non-stop, beautiful and vicious notes.

"Feel the first embrace of death, I envy you."

The living in the field laid down their weapons at the same time, and an elegy brought them to the realm of grief.

Sadness......

Where does grief come from?

From the heart.

They all saw their bodies lying in the coffin, with their loved ones beside them.

Ezreal wept bitterly as he saw his long-missing parents hugging each other, while Uncle Lemire, who had raised him, complained bitterly that he had not taken care of little Izawa for his sister......

Sarah also saw her deceased parents, who were old-looking, with gray hair on their temples, and no one to support them......

A clergyman recites a eulogy of mourning and poignant, depicting the beauty of death and praying that the world after death will be a holy place to be desired.

Grief-stricken relatives find solace in his grief and peace in the elegy.

Seeing their loved ones calm down, they felt satisfied, and their souls were ready to leave their bodies and prepare to go to the world of the dead.

Jinx, on the other hand, was lying in a small cradle, in a dilapidated welfare home, dying quietly, with no one around and no one to grieve for, which was so good.

"Sarah!"

Sarah heard a call from the depths of her soul.

"Wake up!"

Why wake up? There are parents in the dream.

"You're dying!"

What if you die? Isn't it worth exchanging one life for two lives?

Wait a minute......

Aren't my parents long dead......

I knew it was a dream......

Sarah's soul returns to her body, and the sense of touch returns.

A pair of cold hands touched her face, and the world in front of Sarah's eyes changed for a while, and she returned to the dark basement, in front of her was an expressionless clockwork spirit, and the copper balls flying up and down showed that she was in a very anxious and worried mood now.

"You're in tears." She said.

When Sarah heard this, she reached out in disbelief and touched her face, tears still pouring out of her eyes.

She looked at her wet palms and said to herself:

"What's wrong with me? I heard the singing, and I ......"

She remembered the legend of the Siren Siren, and immediately realized what the problem was: "Not good, that song! ”

She quickly woke up Ezreal, who was in tears of confusion, and if it was too late, his soul would have gone with the black mist.

The most terrifying thing is Jinx, whose soul has completely left his body, if it weren't for the little tree spirit being protected, the black mist can't get close, and the resentful spirit must have dragged it away by now.

Looking at these living people who resisted death and did not know how to enjoy happiness, the angry Karthas directly waved his notched cane, like the baton waved by an orchestra player, and guided the undead army under him to start a uniform chorus.

"Look at my choir."

The sound of dead silence reached every corner, and the undead who could only scream actually listened to it and began to hum along with the melody.

After the initial run-in, their respective voices are no longer abrupt and sharp, and they blend together perfectly, regardless of each other.

As the chorus grew louder, Ezreal felt like he was locked by some kind of malicious magic, and if he didn't do it in time, he was afraid that his soul would be annihilated in a moment.

"Quick, interrupt Karthus's chanting, can't let him guide this chorus!"