"It's strange, how can they get out of Mars when they're obviously dead souls?"

The sudden thought made Sarah herself laugh until she slammed on the temple's swirl door, where Raven and her broken men were already kicking and beating in front of the door. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Lady Beard is down, let's go inside!" Raven shouted at the top of his voice, and Miss Doom shouted with him. Raven reached out and fumbled with the door frame and said, "The door is locked." ”

"I can see it~" Sarah gasped, ripped off the ornament that Aloy had given her, put it in her palm, and pressed it flat against the door.

"Aloy!" Sarah shouted and continued, "I'm ready to step on that shitty eel's neck!" Open this rotten door for me! ”

"Eels? What's that? What are you talking about? Raven wondered in his heart.

"It doesn't matter!" With a snap, Sarah slapped the coral ornament on the door and exhaled, "I guess it's a metaphor." ”

The door suddenly pushed open as if it had never been bolted, and Sarah took a step back, waiting for everyone to go in before she turned back to take a look. Hecarim rushed forward, the fiery blade was slashing down at her head, Sarah's heart trembled and she ducked back, but her delicate body covered by black clothes fell to the ground heavily, and her beautiful face was quietly revealed, but Sarah did not want to hide her face in the darkness at this time, because the greedy people of the whole Bilgewater would never have a chance to open their cruel eyes again.

Aloy stood at the door, glanced at Sarah's figure with a hint of surprise, and then regained his composure, raised a heavy hollow copper ball shrouded in white mist to protect them, and said in a deep and serious voice: "The dead are not welcome here~ ”

Raven and the others quickly closed the door, sticking an old oak into the rusty nose on either side, and something hit the door outside, causing cracks to burst into the door panel, and shards of wood were scattered.

Sarah lay motionless on the shell-strewn dirt floor for a long time, and Eloi slowly stretched out her strong arms and said calmly, "You've spent a lot of time, girl! ”

Sarah's eyes flickered, and finally she stood up with her outstretched palm, and looked around, but saw that there were at least two hundred people stuffed in the temple.

Beaglewater is home to a wide variety of inhabitants, natives, pirates, traders...... It's all people who run the sea. In addition, there were some traveler-looking people, I don't know whether to say that they were unlucky or stupid, it seemed that they had not yet anchored before the Night of the Soul Eclipse came, and in her heart she contemplated Sarah's gaze shifted from the trembling temple door to Aloy, and asked in a low voice, "Can that door hold up?" ”

"Can or can't?" Aloy's mouth asked an unpredictable question, but her footsteps were walking towards a statue with many tentacles in the center of the temple, Sarah tried to see what it was, but she was quickly dazzled by the various spirals and curves, and finally had to give up and whisper again: "That is not an answer!" ”

"That's all I have to answer." Aloy said, placing the stone ball into a depression in the statue, and began to circle around the statue. Her fists thrashed rhythmically back and forth between her legs and chest, and the rest of the room followed her, thumping their chests and feet, and speaking a language Sarah had never heard.

Although Sarah now knew that she should take advantage of this rare time to rest, she couldn't help but say when she looked at the strange temple and everything in it: "What are they doing here?" ”

"Return sport to the world!" Aloy glanced at Sarah, then said calmly, "But we need time. ”

Hearing this, Sarah's eyes were deep and firm, and she re-grasped the saber and delicate pistol that had never left her hand, and walked forward slowly, her fingers flicked the delicate face that was finally revealed, and said solemnly: "There will be!" ”

Lucian felt the hook bite deep into his body, more bone-chilling than the northern ice, and doubly painful. The Warden's hand clamped down on his throat, and his skin hurt as if it were burned to the touch. He felt his strength drain rapidly, and his heart beat slowed.

Hammerstone lifted him off the ground with one hand, and held the lantern high in the other, ready to take his soul. A cry of sorrow came from the violently stirring ghost, and the faces and hands of countless geyers against the inner wall of the lantern were clearly visible: "Hunter of Shadows, I have been searching for your soul for a long time. And only now is the best time to collect. ”

Lucian found his vision graying from the outside in, and his soul slowly withdrawing from his limbs. 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.

Lucian tried to speak, but he couldn't make a sound, only felt his soul trickle out with a faint breath.

A glowing scythe hung over Lucian's head, drenched in the resentment of the dead. The light of the blade flickered expectantly.

"Lucian......" A voice sounded from the heart, her voice, my love!

Hammerstone's scythe spun around to find a better angle, and Lucian gasped sharply as he saw a face emerge from the lantern. That face, though inconspicuous among thousands, is the only key in thousands of worlds. Full lips and bright almond eyes begged him to live.

"Senna......" Lucian whispered.

"Let me be your shield!"

For a moment, he understood what she meant. Just as they had fought the shadow creatures side by side, Lucian felt Senna connected to his soul. With the last of his strength, he tore the necklace around his neck. In the moonlight, the silver chain shone slightly.

The Warden of the Soul Lock sensed that something was wrong, and he hissed angrily. But Lucian was faster than him, and the necklace spun around in his hand, and then flew out, wrapping around the hammerstone's hand carrying the lantern a few times. Without waiting for Hammerstone to shake off, Lucian pulled the silver cone from the inside of his trench coat and stabbed it into Hammerstone's wrist.

"......" As the silver cone pierced into the wrist~ The warden of the soul lock screamed, he hadn't felt pain for thousands of years, the hammerstone dropped Lucian, holding his wrist and twitching in pain, the souls imprisoned in the lantern seemed to suddenly understand how to fight back against their tormentors.

Lucian felt his soul sink back into his body. He gulped as if a drowning man had just rushed out of the water.

"Quick, my love. He's too strong......"

The call in his heart sounded again and made Delucian's eyes clear, snatched the falling twin guns from the ground, glanced at Senna very quickly, and then imprinted deeply in his heart, he would never let her face fade in his memory again, his fingers clenched the holy spear and fell on the trigger, and he roared coldly and deeply: "Hammer Stone~!" ”

The Warden of the Soul Lock looked up, his void eyes burning with rage. The soul that came to the hand is now provoking itself with impunity. He stared at Lucian and raised the lantern again. But the restless soul never released the black light that protected him. A series of sun-like pillars of light, perfectly hitting. The light pierced through the ghostly robes, and his spirit was mercilessly ignited, erupting into a hellish heat. Lucian stepped towards the hammerstone step by step, and the two guns were dazzling.

The Warden of the Soul Lock screamed in pain, his spirit body unable to resist the ancient power of the pair of weapons, as he retreated in the face of Lucian's endless pouring firepower.

"Don't resist, death is coming for you. As I say, this is the end. Lu Xi said quietly.

Hammerstone crumbled down the python bridge and fell like a burning meteor down to the city below. Lucian watched until the black mist completely engulfed the hammerstone, he suddenly collapsed on the ground, stroked the pendant on his chest and looked at the face that will never be forgotten, and a smile appeared on his cold cheeks: "Thank you, my love~, my light!" ”

At this time, the walls of the temple shook under the violent impact. Black fog seeped into the house through the gaps between the poorly sealed slats and windows. The greedy claws of the undead scraped against the wood, and the doorframe creaked with a heart-wrenching sound. The wind smashed against the roofs of large and small wooden planks, screaming from afar.