Pickpockets Square is located in the most prominent position in the whole of Bilgewater, and the presence here is tantamount to provoking the dignity of the undead.

Hammerstone naturally noticed the square early in the morning.

He is not interested in the souls of the dead who have been cursed and corrupted by the black mist, the living soul is the object of his pleasure, and the fountain of life carried by Sivir is just the right time to overturn the soul into a soul.

It must get these relics, which is what the hammerstone is all about—to enjoy this delightful torment!

"Mortal, there is an interesting soul living in your body." Hammerstone lifted his head half an inch, and Sivir saw him baring his excessively sharp teeth and grinning grimly in anticipation.

"Thank you, it's the first time I've been praised by the undead, but that doesn't mean I'll give it to you."

Sivir grabbed the water bladder, bit out the plug, and blatantly shook it in front of the hammerstone.

Don't look at her, she is not fat at all, but she is very fat, bigger than Miss Doom's broad mind.

"You want this, don't you?" Sivir squinted, trying to see Hammerstone's expression.

Although Hammerstone's eye sockets were empty, Sivir felt a greedy and vicious gaze focused on her water bladder.

Hammerstone smiled and watched with amusement what Sivir wanted to do.

"I can divide some of you, but only if you don't dwell on it anymore."

"I'm going to ...... All. Hammerstone floated up like his kind, and a groan of pain came from his robes.

Hammerstone's robes were windless and automatic, and he made a revealing smile with a mouthful of withered yellow needle teeth.

"All the springs? You're more greedy than your mother. ”

Looking up at the evil spirit, Sivir only felt a dry mouth and sweaty palms, making her want to take a sip of spring water.

Her confidence was being stripped away by the hammered laughter.

"No, I'm talking about all the souls of everyone here. Your souls are incomparably alive, far from withering and decaying, like a field of spring flowers that will eventually be plucked by me. ”

The sharp teeth under the cloak suddenly collided together, and they laughed wildly, and the laughter was full of unabashed spoof.

"You're dreaming, I'm going to wake you up right now!"

Xavier poured the fountain of life on the hammerstone, white smoke rising and a circle of black light outside the lantern dissolved all the droplets.

The undead who had been struck by the pond fish were purified, turned into wisps of remnants, broke free from the shackles of the green light, and rushed to the sky, trying to escape the terrifying prison guards who had tormented them for countless years.

"The water that was spilled can't be recovered, but the souls that run out can."

The sound of chains dragging on the ground woke her.

As Sivir had expected, Hammerstone would pull the hook to hook a few souls that wanted to escape.

She threw the Calikar and knocked the hook away, and she hurried around the hammerstone to the pre-set crossblade landing point, playing with great skill in the dark.

Sure enough, after the soul in his hand flew, Hammerstone let out an angry scream of horror.

With a sinking hand, Sivir caught the crossblade steadily, and continued to run at full speed, the streets leading to the city were so close that she could leave this haunted place in a few heartbeats.

At this moment, something happened suddenly.

A green curtain of light suddenly blocked her way, and the path she left was only a wall away, but it was out of reach.

Five white bone spires rose from the ground, and a huge green light barrier unfolded between the adjacent bone towers, a total of five sides, covering the entire pickpocket square in all directions, and the strange green light was like a canopy, turning this place into a gloomy nether prison.

Sivir didn't dare to touch the light curtain, but the knife and watering had no significant effect.

She turned her head and saw a few wisps of her released soul crashing into the light curtain, like a marshmallow entering water, instantly disappearing and invisible.

Immediately after that, the candle flame in the soul-attracting cage held high by the hammerstone flickered, and the remnant soul suddenly appeared in it.

The remnant soul clinged to the lantern cover, flapping the lampshade in horror, calling for help from Sivir, but no sound came from the lantern, and finally it was dragged into the candle by countless ghost hands under Sivir's gaze.

The light of the fire suddenly became gloomy, and it was no longer flickering.

"Did you do anything?" Sivir watched the Hammerstone confine, and felt only a wave of fear burning her heart.

"As I said, no one can escape from my prison, not even when he is alive, and even less when he is dead." The hammer stone was chiseled, and the lantern began to shine again in his hand, like a lighthouse on the sea guiding the way in a misty day.

"The lantern ......" Sivir knew that there was a connection between the lantern and the prison, so he threw out his crossblade to interrupt the hammerstone's spell.

But they can't break through the barriers of self-sacrifice of the undead.

As the light of the lanterns covered the square, there was a sudden thunderclap in the distance, and a low trumpet sound swept across the square, followed by the cry of slaughter.

The sound resounded with Sivir the scene of the army fighting on the battlefield, but she was now at sea.

As the storm drew closer, the thunder grew louder and thicker, as if a giant was smashing his hammer frantically against the anvil.

The ground trembled, and the sound of iron hooves trampling became clear.

"You also called a helper?" A dilemma, Sivir tries to provoke Hammerstone.

She didn't expect Hammerstone to answer her.

As soon as he finished speaking, the silhouette of a knight appeared in the black mist—his hollow shadow reflected in the midnight sky. He rode on the back of a warhorse of odd proportions, his helmet shaped like a demon's head, and he held a broad-bladed halberd with a hook, and a murderous blade burst with green flames.

"Another Dread Knight?" Sivir muttered to himself.

"No, you can see ......" Hammerstone's eerie whisper rang in Sivir's ears at the right time, like the scales of a viper brushing her eardrums.

……

In the center of the square, Sarah, armed with two guns, dodged the tentacles of the Sea Quir undead sweeping from all directions, so urgent that she didn't even have a chance to load her pistol.

If she wasn't paying attention, she would have to go see Jeno.

Seeing Raven, who was suddenly as stiff as a frozen corpse, Sarah threw an unpin grenade directly into his head, scaring him half to death.

"A Dreadknight scared you to the core? Pick up the grenade and blow him up like I just did! ”

She was looking for an angle, ready to throw a high-explosive grenade into the Sea Kui's mouth to show it that it couldn't eat everything.

If you eat something you shouldn't eat, you pay for it.

"Captain, that's not the Dread Knight...... That's the shadow of war! Raven's desperate voice reached Sarah's ears, making her instantly as stiff as Raven had done earlier.

She knew what the name meant, and a chilling fear immediately wrapped around her heart like a shroud.

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