The young green shoots grew wildly over Hecarim's hooves, bypassing Jeno and burrowing into the cracks of the iron armor, entangled.

At the same time, more and more clusters of crystals bloomed inside Hecarim's body until they filled or burst a part of his hollow body.

Hecarim felt no pain, and tried to charge countless times, but in the end he could no longer move his legs, but he still stood in the square, refusing to fall.

Jeno jumped off his horse and walked around to look at the statue-like Hecarim, his lower body was covered with dense vines, not giving the slightest room for his legs, his upper body was filled with crystals, spikes protruding from the gaps, and his whole body was extremely stiff, as if he was frozen, maintaining the action of charging.

The fierce smoke in the body was not suppressed by the crystal, but was squeezed into the eye socket and turned into something like a molten core.

"Pour the fountain of life on it and purify Hecarim." Jeno said uncertainly, he felt that the process of subduing Hecarim was a little too easy.

Jeno knew that Hecarim had died countless times, but every once in a while, he could be seen charging endlessly from the shores of Shadow Isle.

Sivir rushed up, the water bladder on his waist already in his hand.

The Hecarim in front of her was a golden mountain in her eyes, and she was fascinated.

She couldn't wait to pour the fountain of life into Hecarim's eyes.

Jeno remembered something and pushed Sivir away.

"You want a piece of the pie too? Will you be short of money? ”

In Sivir's eyes, cutting off one's money is the same as killing one's parents.

She just wants to take possession of this pile of money now, and she is very restrained when she is pushed by Jeno without drawing a knife.

"I don't want your money, let Lucian come, he may know how to purify the Shadow of War once and for all."

Jeno knew that Lucian would prevent the curse of the Black Mist, but he didn't know if he could get rid of the curse that had been planted for hundreds of years.

It's always right to let Lucian take a look anyway.

"Will he steal money from me?" Sivir warned.

"Why are you so desperate for money? You have the richest ancestor of Shurima, and a pool of spring water that cures all diseases, do you know that you are a hidden rich woman? ”

Jeno looked disdainful, he didn't believe Sivir didn't know this.

"Money is only safe when you have it in your hands."

Sivir shrugged and didn't hold out any longer.

……

Lucian didn't know how long he had been shooting, but he kept shooting until his muscles spasmed, until his palm was burned with white smoke from the overheated muzzle, and there was no pause between shots.

Every time he was almost unable to hold the two guns in his hands, the Fountain of Life would heal the wound in his palm, restore his strength, and allow him to hold on forever.

His efforts finally paid off, and the black light of Hammerstone's protective body finally shattered like a bubble under the endless barrage of holy light.

The light poured out of his body, the flame scorched the rotten flesh of his tarsal bones, the vestments hunted in the explosion, and the terrible screams of hammerstone reached every corner of Bilgewater.

The dock rats moved, and the corpses of the dead in the night of the Soul Eclipse fed them, and a terrible gnawing sound could be heard in the dark corners of the sewage-ridden stream.

"Mortals, stop!" Hammerstone's voice was much weaker than it had just been.

Lucian ignored it, and the light bullets continued to pour down on Hammerstone.

"She's not dead." Hammerstone held up the lantern.

The gunfire stopped.

Lucian saw that countless souls were tumbling in it.

"No...... I saw her dead. He hesitated.

He had seen Senna imprisoned in the Nether Prison, a nightmare from which he could not escape, but now, he vaguely hoped that Senna was not really dead.

Hammerstone laughed again: "I stripped her soul and kept it here." ”

The fog billows in the lantern, and then a woman's face sticks to the inner wall of the lampshade.

Full lips and bright almond eyes are the same as the portrait in the hanging box.

She opened her mouth but was silent, and could only pray with her eyes for him to live.

And he saw the haggard behind her strength.

"Senna ......" Thinking of the inhuman torture that Senna might have endured during this long time, Lucian felt a shot in the heart, and fell to the ground, the smaller pistol slipping from his hand.

Longing is a weakness, and love is a disaster.

Hammerstone is well aware of the absolute weakness in Lucian's humanity.

The Warden of the Soul Lock quietly floated up to the undead hunter and kicked off the holy spear, and the other holy spear that was held in his hand was also knocked away by him without difficulty.

The hammerstone's knobby hand clamped down on his throat, and the curse seeped into the veins and turned into black silk threads, and the skin hurt as if it were burned.

He felt his strength drain rapidly, and his heart beat slowed.

Lucian was lifted off the ground by Hammerstone's one hand, and he saw Hammerstone's other hand holding a lantern alal, ready to take his soul.

The strange light of the lantern attracted all his attention.

Sorrowful cries came from the violently stirring ghostly light, and the faces and hands of countless geysers against the inner wall of the lantern were clearly visible.

Lucian searched for the key person among thousands of souls, forgetting his own situation, and even longing to burrow into the lantern to be reunited with her.

After all...... He has nothing but hatred, and he is tired of carrying heavy hatred all the time.

If you die, you'll be gone.

As soon as Jeno trapped Hecarim, he turned his head and saw that Hammerstone was about to kill Lucian.

What's the situation?

Give you the holy water to open up unlimitedly, can you still interrupt it? You're not sleepwalking, are you?

Jeno, whose scalp was numb, roared directly: "Lucian, what are you thinking, kill Hammerstone and snatch your wife back!" ”

Lucian was awakened by the scolding, his body twitched, and he struggled to resist, but the soul lock warden had practiced the art of harvesting souls countless times, and it was impossible to leave him a chance.

"Despite the struggle, your soul will be strengthened by the battle." Hammerstone's tone seemed to be talking about a delicious dish.

Seeing this, Sarah picked up the holy spear that had been kicked away by the hammerstone, and pulled the trigger according to the hammerstone, only to find that she was completely unable to fire.

Her belief in killing the dead was not strong enough, and she realized how much Lucian hated the undead.

A glowing scythe hung above Lucian's head, the light of the blade flickering expectantly.

"Lucian ......"

A familiar voice, looming into Lucian's ears, knew who it was.

"My Love......"

He finally found her, and Senna's face reappeared in front of him, only through a thin layer of lampshade.

"Senna......" Lucian snapped!

"Alive."

The box on Lucian's chest suddenly opened, and a soul slammed into the hammerstone, and the flames in the void eye hole jumped.

Lucian walked away and understood what Senna meant, and pulled the silver cone from the inside of his trench coat and stabbed it into Hammerstone's wrist.

Hammerstone screamed again.

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