"Dare to be so polite to Queen Lone, if you don't do your best, Lone will really kill you."

The Ruined King saw Jeno step by step out of the pool, and the tip of his sword kept moving with Jeno.

"Is it polite to point a sword at someone all the time?" Jeno slammed his fists together, thumping, his neck twisting in a circle, and he seemed to be in an attack position with the sound of the cracks of the joints.

Jeno's decent boxer stance made the Ruined King take it seriously, and after a brief moment of silence, the two rushed towards each other.

The Ruined King looked at Jeno's posture and thought he was going to punch, but unexpectedly Jeno's real killer move was his eyes.

The blade of the King's Sword stabbed into Jeno's eyebrows, but he didn't defend himself, just stared at the Ruined King with his eyes wide open.

A dazzling white glow shone from Jeno's eyes, drawing the Ruined King's gaze in an instant.

The latter mechanically moved forward with his sword, but his gaze was already firmly attracted by the white light, and he was unable to turn his body.

The light surged forward, approaching the Ruined King, and as he submerged in it, he couldn't help but scream in pain—a warm current of life that ran through his shell, a fire that would surely burn a dead soul.

His whole body burned and he was in pain, but he felt the temperature.

The depraved power in his body will continue to peel and peck away, and the rich and stubborn curse power will be purified by the white light layer by layer.

A tall light and shadow floated from within him, like two portraits corresponding to each other in front of the same curtain, swaying in the candlelight.

The figure was dressed in gold and silver armor, wearing a crown, and the beautiful woman was on the side, pointing at the sky with a sword, full of pride. On the mature handsome face is a pair of clear eyes, which seem to see a bright future.

But ironically, he has become what he is now.

The Ruined King looked up and saw himself as a young man, and then he opened his arms and walked towards Jeno step by step, as if to melt into the divine light.

The Sword of the Ruined King fell from his hand, lying on the ground trembling and screaming, as if resisting the fate of being abandoned.

The Ruined King and his queen finally dissolved quietly in the white light, never to return to the Fountain of Death in black mist, and the black barrier that enveloped the crater disappeared with his fall, and the sword of the king became an ownerless thing again.

Due to the excessive use of Naga Kapoulos's holy light, Jeno was blinded and unable to see for a short time.

But he could feel the black mist accumulating in the sky above suddenly sinking, bringing an extremely oppressive feeling of suffocation.

Several puffs of black smoke burst out of the black mist and fell directly into the Fountain of Death, and then Jeno smelled the familiar evil smell in the air.

The sound of chains mopping the floor sounded, and Jeno's first thought was not his own safety.

"Not good! Ezreal, snatch the Sword of Kings! The vision seemed to be exposed, and Jeno groped around, but he had no idea where the King's Sword had fallen.

Ezreal jumped off the crater without thinking about hearing Jeno's words, sliding down the hillside.

The hammerstone flicked the chain and threw the iron hook, and the target was indeed the sword of the king.

The speed of the iron hook was so fast that the blind Jeno could even hear the sound of breaking the air.

But Ezreal was faster, and he had already poured energy into the gem when he jumped off the pit.

I saw him leap forward, activate the magic in the gem, and his figure had already appeared ten meters away, maintaining a leaping movement, and successfully snatched it away before the hammerstone hooked into the king's sword.

Ezreal grasped the hilt of his sword with his gloved hand, the tip of which pointed at the hammerstone, and said proudly, "Devil, you have lost!" ”

"How is that possible!" He screamed in panic and retreated in disbelief, but he tripped himself and fell into the fountain of death, bowing his head in embarrassment, as if he had lost his soul in an instant.

Just as Ezreal was smug, he suddenly raised his head again, his eyes flashing with a playful green light.

"I actually have one of the swords in your hand." He laughed and pulled out a pitch-black sword from the Black Spring, identical to the Sword of the Ruined King in Ezreal's hand.

"What's going on?" Ezreal was very confused and wanted to hand the sword to Jeno to verify the authenticity.

"Don't test it, it's a fake in your hand, it's just a small trick, the real sword of the king will come to me as early as when the king of ruins is freed. Because we made a deal in advance......"

Just as to verify what Hammerstone said, the long sword in Ezreal's hand suddenly turned into a wisp of black mist and was lost.

"I'm ......" he was stunned and couldn't say a word.

"What deal?" Jeno asked.

"I gave him liberation, and he gave me the sword of kings." Hammerstone said.

"So I was put on a set by you, and you let me surpass him, but I took the benefits myself." Jeno gritted his teeth and said this word by word, a mouthful of white teeth creaking.

"Of course. I've tasted it all, and your pain is as mellow as fine wine. Hammerstone took a deep breath and laughed maniacally.

Lucian in the huge crater couldn't suppress his anger, and the bullets poured out, but they were easily blocked by a curtain of light.

The hammerstone that got the Sword of Kings is no longer at the same level as him.

Hammerstone laughed enough, and said to himself, "Now, let's see what you've earned for me, right?" ”

With a swing of his sword, a black mist swirled and a scream of necromancy was heard, and Karthas and his army of undead quietly emerged at the basement gate.

With another swing of the sword, the fountain of death boiled, and countless undead knights poured out of it, led by Hekarim, and quickly surrounded Jeno and Ezreal in the center of the crater.

They formed a formation, formed a legion in dead silence, silent like demonstrators, but in fact they had become puppets of Hammerstone.

But he wasn't satisfied, he wanted something new.

When he swung his sword again, the black mist surged wildly into his tattered cloak.

The Soul Lock Warden saw the wind rise, and his body quickly became extremely huge, standing all over the huge pit, and even the Deep Sea Titan was less than the size of a palm.

The huge size also brings a huge sense of oppression, and the never-ending resurrection of the undead makes everyone lose their fighting spirit in an instant.

There is no chance of winning this battle, and no matter how much you struggle, you can't escape the fate of being tortured by Hammerstone for eternity.

Hammerstone laughed, deafening.

Because the body has become countless times larger, the voice has also been amplified a lot.

He flexed his hands into claws and slammed them at Jeno, five bone-like fingers forming a nether prison that locked him and Ezreal in lock.

Jeno didn't panic, probably because he couldn't see his situation, but his heart was really calm.

"Hammerstone, do you know why I'm sad?" He asked.

"Aren't you deceived by me and then bitterly blamed yourself?" Hammerstone lowered his head and looked through his fingers with interest at the ant that did not know the height of the sky.

"No, I'm heartbroken for a friend I'm dying." Jeno smiled dumbly, two tears spilling out of the corners of his eyes.