Since Hekarim had become one with the beast under his seat, he was the first to stand up.

The fall from a high altitude did not cause any damage to his undead body, but the threat of soul fire was already in the air.

An inch long, an inch strong.

Hecarim raised his hand and stabbed out the broad-bladed hooked halberd, and the latter stabbed Jeno in the chest, and the advantage of the long weapon was vividly reflected.

The hook halberd was blocked by the crystal armor, and Jeno Iron Arm blocked the hook halberd, but Hecarim turned his wrist and stuck the iron arm with the hook.

Jeno knew that he had miscalculated this time, as long as Hecarim kept a halberd distance from him, the ghost claw would never be able to reach into the opponent's chest!

Jeno began to snatch the hook with all his might, and the two gradually fell into a stalemate of wrestling.

"The strength has increased...... But it's still far from it! ”

But just as Jeno was about to win the wrestling and disarm his opponent, Hecarim suddenly handed the weapon forward, and then twisted his wrist, directly causing the iron hook on the back of the halberd to come out of the joints of the iron arm, causing Jeno to slip on the soles of his feet.

Just as Jeno staggered back with the soles of his feet slipping, Hecarim urged his iron hooves to burst into harm's way, and the broadblade halberd was wrapped in green ghostfire, splitting the crystal armor under the pressure.

Before Jeno could be spiritualized, a hideous scar immediately appeared on his abdomen.

He was knocked to the ground, and it felt like he had fallen into an ice cave shirtless. The miserable green ghost fire burned on his wounds, but it made him feel a cold black hole open in his body, and the heat was partially swept away by the black hole in an instant.

Before he could return from the cold, several undead knights had already thrown chains of fire at him, and even though the spirit's right hand pierced through the chains, the remaining four chains still bound his left arm, legs, and neck.

Jeno imagined himself being torn apart by five horses, even the hardest crystal might not be able to withstand the pull of the five war horses, and the malleability of the crystal could be said to be very poor.

His eyes looked around, and everywhere became a mess of porridge. Everyone is caught in their own hard battles, and no one can help him.

He also seemed to see Elise find Ezreal, who was still calm in the midst of the chaos, but Ezreal looked sleepy, and reached out to grab the vine that bound Elise.

A pale light stung Jeno's eyes, and Hecarim was raising his left arm to suck the fear in his heart, which coalesced into a bright but cold orb in his palm to strengthen himself.

The chains rubbed against the ground with a creepy sound, and the sound of crystals shattering was even more chilling.

The pain came as expected, like a few imps tugging at his soul and trying to drag him like a cold hell.

But he's in hell right now.

Jeno fought against a few riders with only his flesh, and his flesh and blood were weak, and he even heard the sound of his own root tendon rupturing.

The horse's hooves sounded, and Hecarim saw that several of his men would not be able to kill Jeno in a while, and he personally came to harvest his soul with his sword.

He raised his broadbladed halberd and hung it over his head, as if thinking about splitting Jeno into pieces.

The pain of the tear made Jeno suddenly realize that Lucian's statement that the shadow of war will become stronger every time it returns originally meant that Hekarim would absorb experience from each battle death, which caused it to be stronger than the previous reincarnation after reshaping its body every time, until the quantitative change caused the qualitative change!

An undead who grows, which makes Jeno want to exterminate him even more.

The curse of ruin must be lifted!

He roared, and his entire abdomen burst into blue soul fire, and the wound seemed to turn into a hideous fanged mouth, devouring the bloody ghost fire in an instant.

His roar is not gratuitous, it is a cry from the depths of the soul that will give everyone a spiritual shock.

The undead of the entire Iron Regiment were suppressed by the roar, and for a moment their eyes were no longer empty, as if they remembered the glorious past. Even the enchanting magic that Elise had invisibly applied to Ezreal was eliminated as a result.

Geno felt that the Soul Fire should be used more often, like what he had done to Planck during the Soul Trial that day, turning it into a giant soul-binding hand.

Although it was only done in a fantasy world, it is not impossible to reproduce it in reality!

Hecarim slashed the halberd, and at the same time, Jeno's abdomen began to stir violently.

Rumble!

The giant mouth of the spirit body in his abdomen suddenly opened, spewing out a turbulent blue pillar of fire, directly engulfing Hecarim's upper body and melting his attack!

Hecarim was forced to retreat by the blinding flames, and Jeno took the opportunity to spiritualize the bound limbs one by one and free them from the chains.

"I'm sorry, but it's been a bit big lately." Jeno stared at Hecarim. Trembling, he scrambled to his feet, writhing his loose shoulder blades in severe pain, allowing the fountain of life to penetrate more fully into the broken muscles.

The "unleashed" knights ran straight away, leaving only one knight bound by an iron arm, still mechanically carrying out Hecarim's orders.

The internal injuries recovered quickly, as Jeno was still chewing on the honey berries a moment before the battle. He dragged the knight off his horse with his iron arm, dragged it all the way to his feet, and sneered contemptuously before crushing the fallen souls with his ghost claws.

His gaze fell back on Hecarim, who had already extinguished the soul fire in his body, but the price was also very obvious - the miserable green light in the hollow armor was not as good as before, like a candle in the wind, on the verge of extinguishing at all times.

"It's your turn now, Hecarim."

Jeno walked quickly towards Hecarim, this time he didn't choose to kill him directly.

He snatched Hecarim's weapon, and with a swing of his hook, he severed its hooves, hands, and helmet, slashing the slaying beast alive.

Then he used crystal ice to freeze the hollow armor, forming a gorgeous crystal coffin. Then they planted seeds around it, spawned thorns and bound them in place, allowing the thorns to grow unbridled and bury Hecarim.

Yes, Jeno just tried not to kill Hecarim, but to trap him. If you can't survive or die, you can't make him never enter the next reincarnation.

He could feel Hecarim's fallen soul trying to shake the crystal coffin that had been made for him, but he couldn't find a crack in it, even if he pushed left and right.

Since these plants absorb black mist, there is no need to worry about the black mist corrupting the crystal coffin.

With that done, Jeno quickly threw himself into the battle between the team and the undead riders.

Because Hekarim was not killed, they did not dissipate either, and are still fighting the living, which also proves the viability of Jeno's idea.