The Glory of Noxus

Miss Fortune's face suddenly changed when she heard Huo Jixing's solemn voice, and she turned around.

In the rolling black fog, she saw a tall ghost wrapped in a dark robe with hooked chains wrapped around it.

The ghost's body glowed with a strange emerald green glow, and a swaying lantern was held in its lifeless hands.

Soul Chain Warden Thresh!

Only when she really faced him could Miss Fortune feel the deepest fear.

It was even more terrifying than when she watched her mother die and faced the murderer's gunman.

"Leave Thresh to me."

Lucian clenched his relic pistol and strode towards Thresh.

"Haha, okay, then leave Hecarim to me."

Huo Jixing heard the words, looked at Lucian's slightly anxious figure, and laughed softly.

Then he looked at the high cliff ridge and saw countless green ghost lights appearing, rushing towards the Temple of Nagakabouros like a torrent.

It was Hecarim and his Iron Order.

"I leave it to you."

Miss Fortune said, and turned around and led her men to run towards the Temple of Nagakabouros.

Gangplank followed closely behind, and Drizzt, Graves and others also followed quickly.

Thok and Feder, under the protection of Yosip, ran towards the temple where the black fog was approaching.

This was specially instructed by Huo Jixing.

The Shadow of War Hecarim stood on the ridge of the cliff, raising the burning broad-bladed halberd in his hand with a cold look.

The Dread Knights behind him urged their horses from the underworld to run down at a speed that was impossible for living people.

This is the charge of the Iron Order!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of horse hooves was like a wave of steel with endless power, raising waves after waves and advancing forward.

On both sides of the wave, the dark and cold black fog stretched out like the wings of the god of death, sweeping away all obstacles.

Hecarim, the arrowhead of this destructive force, rushed to the front.

Under the devil-like helmet, the pale green flame trembled, as if the evil spirits of the underworld laughed.

[Shadow Impact]!

Hecarim already knew the strength of Huo Jixing. This time he no longer underestimated the enemy, but launched a charge with all his strength.

He led the Iron Corps under his command and added everyone's strength to himself.

It was the power of rage and malice!

In a blink of an eye, Hecarim crossed the distance of the mountain and the dark river and rushed to Huo Jixing.

"Life, perish!"

He swung the broad-bladed halberd in his hand with pale green flames, and slashed it down.

This attack contained all the power of Hecarim, and a huge shadow shock wave shot out from the broad-bladed halberd.

It seemed that Huo Jixing in front of him and the temple behind him were about to be chopped into pieces.

Facing the terrifying attack in front of him, Huo Jixing gently raised his head, looked at Hecarim who raised his front hooves and swung his broad-bladed halberd, and spoke in a concentrated voice.

"Star Spirit·Nanli Suzaku!"

Clang!

The sound of Suzaku's cry rang out.

Behind Huo Jixing, Nanli Suzaku raised its head and emerged from the red-gold flames, with its wings spread out, like a fire god.

But in an instant.

Nanli Suzaku condensed into a physical body, and the raging flames bathed on its body burned the surrounding black fog. The golden claws came first and hit Hecarim's broad-bladed halberd.

Boom!

The deafening sound echoed over Bilgewater.

The fierce clash between the shadow shock wave and the golden claws shook the port city.

The air wailed, and the black fog dissipated.

Like a tidal wave, the energy aftermath raged, destroying the buildings and rocks it touched, and then continued to spread around.

From afar, a blank space appeared out of thin air in the black fog.

The red-gold Nanli Suzaku stretched out its sharp claws and pressed down the broad-bladed halberd, even causing the halberd to tremble.

And under the wings of the sky-covering.

The Dread Knights who followed Hecarim to charge fell into the boundless sea of ​​fire.

The blazing flames burned the black fog, and the Dread Knights lost their shelter and wailed miserably.

They once thought that they would be fearless if they followed Hecarim.

But now, they felt the arrival of death again.

This time it was no longer the death of the flesh, but the fall of the soul.

It was a complete death!

Hecarim watched the Dread Knights under his command disappear in the flames, and could no longer feel their breath.

"No tolerance!"

He looked at Huo Jixing, sensed the terrifying purifying power in the flames, and roared.

[Rampage]!

Hecarim looked furious, and the emerald green will-o'-the-wisp raged violently, condensing on the broad-bladed halberd, and slashed down again.

Chi!

The will-o'-the-wisp blade cut through the blazing flames and attacked Huo Jixing's neck, intending to cut off the enemy's head and avenge his Dread Knight.

Huo Jixing's eyes were like torches, and he used his hand as a knife, with the rich Nanli Fire wrapped around his palm, facing the broad-bladed halberd.

Bang!

A dull roar sounded.

Hecarim felt a powerful force coming, causing his body to tremble.

But he did not retreat at all, his eyes were full of crazy fighting spirit.

Killing the living can make him recall the glory that has long passed.

Even death is worth it.

Hecarim roared wildly, ignoring the golden claws that Nanli Suzaku stretched out again, and increased his strength to swing the broad-bladed halberd, trying to cut off Huo Jixing's palm.

Unfortunately, his rage made him lose his mind.

Nanli Suzaku broke through the will-o'-the-wisp fire, and its golden claws slapped Hecarim's demon armor, sending him flying.

Hecarim looked at the noble and majestic Nanli Suzaku in front of him, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

"This power, and the purification power just now. The power of the star spirit?"

Huo Jixing's eyes flashed, and his body disappeared from the spot, and in an instant he appeared above Hecarim's head, slashing with his hand.

He would not miss the opportunity in front of him.

Hecarim could not dodge in time, so he could only resist the attack.

With a loud bang, Hecarim resisted Huo Jixing's flaming knife and fell into the rolling black fog.

When he stood up, he saw that his demon armor was already broken and his body was covered with traces of fire.

Hecarim looked at Huo Jixing who was walking over, and Nanli Suzaku who was flapping his wings behind him, and the fury in his eyes was almost real.

"I am above death!"

[Spirit of Fear]!

Hecarim stood up, and the retreating black mist instantly surrounded him, blending into his armor and body, healing the scars of fire burns.

Dada! Dada!

Hecarim stepped forward, and when he came in front of Huo Jixing, the traces of fire on his body completely disappeared.

Even the demon armor he was wearing did not show any signs of being broken.

Huo Jixing's eyes sank, and he never thought that Hecarim would have such means.

It took a lot of effort to severely injure Hecarim, but under the healing of the black mist, he was directly restored to his original state.

Huo Jixing thought of some memory fragments of his previous life, about the origin of the Shadow of War Hecarim.

It is rumored that because of the eternal curse, Hecarim became an undead creature full of rage and malice.

And he has long been one with the black mist, and at the same time he is also completely a slave of the black mist.

"If the black fog is not destroyed, will he be immortal forever?" Huo Jixing thought to himself.

And Hecarim answered with his own attack.

Wherever the ruthless blade goes, it will be invincible!

He charged at Huo Jixing again, and the broad blade pointed at the halberd, and the rolling black fog rushed over.

A thrilling battle unfolded in the interweaving of red-gold flames and black fog.

Huo Jixing and Hecarim fought desperately, and every confrontation burst out with dazzling light and deafening noise.

Nanli Zhuque showed his terrifying power and suppressed the endless black fog.

On the ancient mountain road, the green glow reflected countless ghosts around.

The soul-chain warden's rotten skin was covered under the tattered hooded cloak, and the lantern in his hand faintly illuminated the remaining flesh on his body.

Desolate and dilapidated, without emotion, but with a sadistic fanatic atmosphere.

Like his kind, Thresh floated up slowly, and a painful groan came from his rustling robes.

He raised his head half an inch, and Lucian saw that he showed his overly sharp teeth and grinned in anticipation.

"See you again, mortal!"

Lucian pulled the trigger, and the relic pistol in his hand shot out a silver glow, expelling the black fog that enveloped him.

Hearing Thresh's voice, even though he had already imagined it in his mind thousands of times.

But he still felt his mouth dry and sweat wet his palms.

"You killed Senna!"

Lucian kept his heart calm and began to repeat the purification spell.

For the next battle, he must be as strong as iron.

"My only relative in this world."

"Senna.?"

Thresh's throat gurgled strangely, like someone talking in the water, or like the cry of a condemned prisoner when the noose was tied tightly.

"I can't quite remember."

"My wife!"

Lucian spoke in a tight voice, with a hint of barely perceptible rage in his tone, but he suppressed it well.

Because every extra word he said would make it easier for Thresh to defeat him.

But he didn't notice the tears of grief falling on the box hanging around his neck, irritating his skin with a cold feeling.

"Haha, I remember it."

Thresh laughed softly, and the green-light-glittering needle teeth bled under the black fog.

He stretched out his withered yellow nails and knocked on the lampshade of the Soul Guide Lamp.

"A living soul is far from being desolate and cold. She is ready to endure torture, but she is full of desire for new life, blooming in her heart."

"It's so fresh, like a flower in spring, which can be picked at will and ruin all the beautiful dreams."

Lucian picked up the holy double guns and aimed them at Thresh.

"If you remember her, you will surely remember this too."

The face under the tattered cloak showed a strange color.

"Weapons of light."

"Light brings pain to darkness."

Lucian said word by word, as if he wanted to squeeze all his hatred into the weapon in his hand.

"You want to..."

Thresh hadn't finished speaking, but Lucian didn't want to wait any longer.

He pulled the trigger without aiming.

[Fervent Bullet]!

The burning pure fire instantly engulfed the Soul Chain Warden, and his screams sounded like heavenly music to Lucian.

But the screams suddenly turned into gurgling laughter.