Ezreal poured magic into the glove, forming a golden energy bow on the gem, pulling it until the full moon, and a golden arc of light shot out towards Karthas.

But as Karthas sank his cane, a wall of light curtains abruptly appeared in the path of arc light, and the two magic spells mixed together, and a violent explosion occurred, successfully blocking the arc light.

Seeing that this was not good, Lucian fired a fiery bullet at the enemy line, and the holy flame exploded in the place where the undead were gathered, and the raging flames instantly engulfed everything around them, but only a small part of the undead legion died, and at most it lowered the chorus of death by an insignificant decibel.

As the chorus came to an end, Karthas cleared his throat and began to send dying blessings to several people:

"Watch your souls out of the body, you will not die alone, you will get up again and sing together......"

Bang!

A discordant note disturbed the wonderful mood of Karthas.

He looked behind him, and the door to the basement collapsed, crushing dozens of undead into ashes.

A huge figure stepped on the collapsed gate and walked into the basement, its torch-like gaze piercing the black fog, as if searching for something.

Soon, the giant found his target, Calthus, who was suspended in mid-air in a black robe, was extremely eye-catching.

Karthas, who was locked by two dazzling headlights, was still a little confused, and thought that his singing voice had attracted Notilus, but he remembered that he had never seen such a person in his memory.

The deep-sea titan in front of him, carrying a rusty iron anchor, his body has long been rotten, wrapped under the iron sheet, no matter how he looks at it, he looks like an undead spirit, and even the lifeless breath of his body is very similar.

Karthas thought about it, just if it was a special and powerful undead, after all, there were so many undead on the Shadow Island, and there were many special undead, and it was normal for one or two not to remember.

So he invited Natilus to contribute a little to his chorus, after all, the voices of the big men were usually louder.

"Death is a song that everyone will hear. Come on, join my choir and listen to the carnival in death! ”

"Lulu......" There was a drowning sound of bubbles bursting, and Karthas was about to express his displeasure when he saw a rusty iron anchor flying towards him.

The anchor passed through Karthas's spirit, causing him no harm, but it knocked the staff out of his hand, and the chorus was interrupted.

The rusty iron anchor fell into the army of the undead, and was dragged by Notilus, and the undead died again, mourning all over the field.

Each of his blows went towards Karthas, but inadvertently, crushed a large number of undead.

"It's the Deepsea Titans! He must have come to collect taxes, and I'll say the undead who came to Bilgewater on the night of the Eclipse must not have paid their tithes! Sarah shouted in surprise, as if a star-chasing girl had met her idol in person.

She had thought of dealing with Planck in various ways before, and when she was a girl, she fantasized about boarding Planck's ship, becoming a tax collector, and then deliberately not paying tithes while she was going to sea, and letting the Titan of the Deep help her drag her enemy into the water.

But as she grew older and saw the cruelty of Bilgewater, she realized that it was better to listen to the legend and not take it seriously. The idea of resting one's revenge on a legend is naïve.

But the legend about the deep sea titan was still written down by her, and now that she saw a real person for the first time, she was naturally extremely excited, as if she had been hooked by the heart of a girl who had long been silent in the deep sea.

Besides, Notilus's bulky appearance and ruthless personality looked much more handsome than the broken and rotting corpse.

Stirred up the chorus, Karthhas was furious, and his twisted claws grabbed clumps of fire out of thin air, throwing them at Notilus.

A muffled grunt came from the iron shell of Notilus, and a mysterious energy of darkness poured out of the cracks, encircling his body into a blue shield, shimmering and reflecting the color of the deep sea.

The fire fell on the shield and immediately dissolved, and Karthas could feel the energy far darker than the power of the Shadow Isle.

Even the black mist is shielded from the shield.

Karthhas ordered the legions of the undead to besiege Notilus, but before they could get closer, Notilus stomped his foot and injected a raging undercurrent into the ground. The undercurrent burst through the earth, and the dense columns of fountain water were like erupting volcanoes, blasting the unsuspecting undead from underneath them.

Helpless, he tried to pick up his cane and run away, but an undercurrent had locked him.

As Karthas reached out and took his staff into his palm, before he could hide in the black mist, an explosive stream of water blasted through the hard rock formations beneath his feet, and the force of the darkness that enveloped him knocked him into the air.

Before he could hit the ground, Lucian aimed at him, shooting a series of sun-like pillars of light, completely purifying him with hellish heat.

Having killed a debtor, Notilus set his eyes on Hecarim again.

Poor Hecarim didn't realize that he would be frantically besieged by the Spear of Vengeance and the Deep Sea Titans, ushering in a reincarnation that he didn't know how many times.

This is the end of crossing the sea without tithing. (The same is true for reading books and not voting for recommendations)

Next, the battlefield at the edge of the crater was quickly cleared, and everyone could finally catch their breath and rest for a while, just waiting for Jeno to defeat the Ruined King.

If he doesn't really kill the Ruined King, capture the Sword of the Ruined King.

Then the reincarnation will not stop, the army of kings will make a comeback, and Lucian's desperate struggle will be in vain.

……

Beneath the huge pit, Jeno was already covered in scars, and the speed at which the Seed of Life could not repair the wounds could keep up with the speed at which the scars were added. His hands and feet trembled involuntarily, feeling numb and cold.

He had already used all kinds of methods to kill the Ruined King three times, but with each resurrection, his strength seemed to have increased by a level, whether it was speed, strength, or skill, it was a big increase compared to the previous out of thin air.

He couldn't be sure if it was the Ruined King who was unlocking his strength layer by layer, or if it was rebirth that made him stronger.

This made Jeno afraid to try to kill the Ruined King again, as he feared that he would create an unrivaled undead who would dig the grave for everyone.

But there is one thing, the strength of the Ruined King has increased several times compared to before, and he can already kill himself when he is unprepared, but the style of combat has begun to shift to head-to-head, which makes him quite puzzled.

While thinking about it, the Ruined King in front of him attacked with a sword, and Jeno barely blocked the sword with both arms.

But that sent the door wide open, and a cracking whip kicked Jeno in the lower abdomen, sending him flying upside down and falling into the black pool.