Isle of Shadows.

Where the stars fall.

In any historical record of Valoran, the Isle of Shadows is a blank slate.

Even the many stories that have gone viral in the world as a reference do not help people understand this empty space more.

In addition to the Centaur Riders who will be paraded on the West Coast to drive ghosts.

The gravedigger who never sleeps.

The warden of the soul lock who wanders the continent to hook souls.

and the most famous of the continent's top killers, Evelyn.

Everything else, it's all fog.

Yes, the fog.

The Isle of Shadows is surrounded by mist all year round.

The fog enveloped thousands of yards of ocean centered on Shadow Isle.

This is one of the reasons why Shadow Island has never been known to the world.

But now.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Since three days ago, the first void rift has appeared in the skies above Shadow Isle.

Skyfire falls.

The Isle of Shadows has no secrets.

Its fog lifted.

The scrawny coastal rocks began to appear in the sulphur-smelling sea breeze.

Every inch of barren land shines with indescribable weirdness under the bright yellow sky.

This is the Isle of Shadows.

Surrounded by tangled cobwebs and dense rattan islands, old coffins are dotted with rocks and paths.

There was a constant heavy clash of gold and iron that toured the island.

It was the sound of the shovel falling, and it was the gravediggers who were tirelessly burying the old coffins into the deep pit one by one.

In this apocalyptic era, the Shadow Isle is open to the whole world.

Or rather, hell. To the whole world, the hole is opened.

"Kara—"

A crisp and sharp sound of breaking ground.

A hand, from the aged soil, broke through the long-sealed coffin, and from the underground, saw the light again!!

With this incomparably abrupt and sharp sound of breaking ground.

It's the call that wafts over the island.

Or rather, yes. Summoning sounds.

"Wake up, wake up, my children, don't, sleep any longer."

This is an incomparably grand and loud call, and it is like an edict from the whole heavens ushering in the greatest Holy Spirit.

This voice comes from Dismatson.

He stood at the highest point of the entire island. Overlooking every corner of the Isle of Shadows.

He was still the shell of the hammerstone, but he had fully awakened, and the rusty body of the original hammerstone was reflected in the shimmer.

Green light.

Divine Light.

The light connected the cracked vaults of the sky.

As Dismason's words continued, an even more majestic and terrifying void fell along with the meteorite.

Fall into the places where bones are buried.

Calling for one after another of the dead to awaken.

This belongs to him, he dismason of the virtual air regiment.

Soon, they will take the world by storm.

"Wake up......" he called again.

At his feet. Crawling is Elise, the daughter of spiders, and the centaur knight who has set off legends on the west coast of Valoran.

They were all respectful. It can even be said that he crouched at the feet of Dismason in great trepidation.

They already sensed that the situation was beyond their comprehension, and that the world was about to be ruined.

What should they do?

At this time, Elise couldn't help but envy Evelyn, who had been missing.

That bitch, who was the first to go out and enjoy the world, still doesn't know where to hide and snicker.

Is......

"You're jealous of me?" It was at this time.

Evelyn's voice suddenly rang in Elise's ears.

Shocked Elise with a spirit. Almost jumped.

It's just that she didn't dare to jump up after all, but secretly looked around.

"Don't look at it, I'm right next to you."

With these words, Evelyn's figure slowly appeared in the air.

And. Trist.

He slowly appeared in the air, wrapped his arms around Evelyn's waist, and took off his hat and bowed to Dismaten.

"Good morning, my dear Dismason." He trademarkly dusted off his hat, put it on again, and smiled, "You don't seem to welcome me?" ”

"What do you say? Trist, what are you doing here? Dismatsen also stopped his call.

But the bright light on his body did not dissipate, and they continued to expand, connecting with the sky and the earth, with those cracks in the sky, and the countless rising souls on the island, and the waves that were constantly splashing on all sides of the island.

He has the air of the king of hell.

"I'm not here for anything, I'm just, for breakfast." Trist is still personable, meticulously paying attention to his pronunciation.

Especially when it comes to pronunciation, he also quotes the most elaborate court sounds of the Demacian Empire.

"I don't serve breakfast here, let's leave." Dismason seemed to be frowning, he was still afraid of Trist, especially at this critical moment when everyone was robbing the credit in this plane together.

He didn't want to get hurt and not get enough credit for it.

"Nope." Trist shook his finger and pointed it at Dismason and said, "I said, I'm going to have breakfast." ”

Or an incomparably esoteric court pronunciation.

But it is already an incomparably murderous machine.

"You're going to eat me?" Dismason is still calm, calmly exuding an incomparably powerful aura.

That kind of atmosphere, I believe that a smart person will not fight head-on.

"That's right." Trist nodded, extremely serious.

This time, Dismasson, knowing, Trist, was really, not there, just kidding.

Dismasson closed his eyes and opened them again.

Then he said, "Go." ”

You, of course, are referring to Elise and Hecarim.

Elise hesitated for a moment.

Although Trist looks harmless.

But......

Hecarim, having rushed forward.

Relatively speaking, he was a loyal enough subordinate not to think too much.

He resolutely carried out Dismatson's orders.

With just a roar, the centaur knight, who had just gotten up, called out countless war undead and charged in formation behind him.

Facing the huge ghost troops that suddenly rushed towards him.

Trist just shook his head.

"I'm sorry, I don't eat chops, I'm a picky eater."

"So ......"

So, goodbye.

Trist waved his hand.

I pulled out a card.

Don't look at what's on it.

What kind of life is it?

He just threw it out.

Dealing with such a small miscellaneous fish, he has reached the point where his fate is in his heart.

Whatever fate he wants to give him, that's what fate it is.

Judgment, scepter, sword, death, justice, power.

In a word.

I don't care about you.

"Fuck off." He said.

He hates it the most, people disturb him to eat. (To be continued......)

PS: I played in Cambodia the other day, so I didn't update.

Sorry everyone.

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Thank you for looking forward to it.