The Glory of Noxus

"Light, so what?"

A pale green halo appeared outside the black vestments, completely isolating the silver pure fire from outside.

Thresh chuckled softly, while pulling the Soul Guide Lamp and retracting the pale green halo.

Lucian had expected this, and was not surprised that Thresh could take his passionate bullet.

He fired again, and the silver gunfire flew out like a torrential rain.

Each shot went straight to Thresh's vitals, but none of them hit the target.

The black light outside the Soul Guide Lamp dissipated everyone's attack into nothingness.

"I remember the weapon in your hand."

Thresh stood there, letting the silver gunfire baptize him.

"I know their secrets from her heart, and I also know the so-called light."

Lucian paused his attack, and his cold face suddenly froze.

"What did you say?"

"Hahaha! Hahaha!"

Thresh laughed wildly, like the noise of a file scraping, causing the black fog to become restless.

"You don't know? The Reborn Cult knows me so well, but you have never doubted it?"

Lucian felt a cold fear in his mind.

And the horror he had never felt before was about to drive him completely crazy.

"She's not dead yet!" Thresh raised the Soul Lantern in his hand.

Lucian looked over, his crazy eyes passed through the black fog, and saw countless souls in the lantern rolling in agony and wailing.

"I personally peeled off her soul and kept it here."

Threshe smiled, but Lucian felt something unusual.

"No. I saw her die!"

In the forgotten secret vault, he watched Senna die in front of him with his own eyes.

Her soul was taken away by Thresh's Soul Lantern and disappeared with the black fog.

"She was in my lantern, screaming all the time."

Threshe enjoyed Lucian's grief, and squeezed out words from the corner of his mouth, which slowly floated into Lucian's ears.

"Sweet tragic tone!"

"Come on, you can try, can you hear her voice?"

"No!"

Lucian was furious, and the madness in his heart could no longer be suppressed. The holy pistol that Senna left him burst into silver light.

[Holy Spear Baptism]!

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

In the silent black fog, a hot silver light suddenly bloomed.

Lucian's eyes were angry, and he pulled the trigger with both hands. One by one, the holy light silver bullets were released like a flood, drowning Thresh's figure.

"Haha, the soul is my toy."

Facing this surging silver torrent, Thresh grinned with a weird grin.

The soul-guiding lamp in his hand lit up a pale green halo, which quickly expanded like a shield, swallowing up the surging silver torrent.

Seeing this, Lucian's anger grew, and his body trembled with despair and rage.

But he would never give up, and silently recited the hymn he learned many years ago.

"Cut away the useless, leaving only the holy stone. Cut away the useless, leaving only the holy stone."

[Cold Pursuit]!

Lucian kept his remaining sanity and slid forward. Silver bullets of holy light were like bright stars that pierced through the black fog, bringing endless light and power to launch a more fierce attack on Thresh.

Thresh waved the Soul Guide Lamp in his hand calmly, and the pale green light wheel was firm and unshakable, resisting the impact of the silver torrent.

"Let's play!"

Thresh spoke in a low voice, like the sound of a butcher knife rubbing against bones.

[Death Sentence]!

His eyes flashed, and he keenly perceived the gap when Lucian slid, and he decisively threw out the hook in his hand.

The sound of iron chains penetrated the black fog, cut through Lucian's windbreaker, and entangled his body.

Puff! Puff!

The hook was deeply embedded in Lucian's flesh and blood, and warm blood spurted out and flowed along the iron chain.

Lucian groaned in pain and staggered, obviously severely injured by the sudden attack.

He gritted his teeth and tried to break free from the hook, but a green ghost fire entered his body along the wound.

He just wanted to use force, and the burning pain of flames came from all the joints of his body, making him fall to the ground.

"Admiration is her weakness. Love is a disaster." Thresh came over with the soul-guiding lantern.

Lucian raised his head and looked at Thresh's ruined face, intending to shoot.

However, a pair of empty eye sockets came into view, freezing his movements.

It was like a black hole leading to nothingness, attracting his soul.

No matter what Thresh had experienced in his life, now, there was no trace of it.

No sympathy, no mercy, and no humanity.

"Mortals, death and suffering are great."

The soul-chain warden stretched his hand to Lucian's neck, ready to collect the delicious soul in front of him.

"No matter where you flee, death remains unchanged. But before that, you have to pass through my hands."

On the stone road leading to Nagakabouros's palace, Miss Fortune was running desperately, her throat pounding with heavy breathing.

Her lungs were about to burst, and her blood vessels were sticky and cold.

She didn't dare to stop, the black fog around her was rushing towards the temple.

Although Huo Jixing and Lucian went to stop Hecarim and Thresh respectively, there were still many undead creatures in the black fog.

Looking out of the corner of her eye, Miss Fortune saw two huge spider-shaped monsters running quickly.

The sharp spider legs pierced the rocks, and the upside-down blue eyes fell on everyone.

Soul-weaving spider spirit!

Dark creatures that believe in the Spider God, the Vile Maw, are active in the Shadow Island area.

They will work with the black mist to hunt living people, especially strong young people.

The soul-weaver spider spirit has approached the team, causing the black mist to spiral upwards, weaving a giant black web along the mountain wall in front of the temple.

"Walk!"

Drizzt stepped forward, skillfully pulled out three red cards, and threw them at the giant black net blocking the way.

The cards were flying, and the witchcraft flames were ignited. With sharp cutting power, they instantly burned through the giant net and turned into pieces of debris falling down.

Immediately afterwards, Drizzt turned around, staring at the soul-weaver spider spirit rushing towards him, and cut and shuffled the cards again.

【Select cards】!

Drizzt's fingers flew across the cards, and each cut seemed to weave an invisible magic.

Along with his movements, majestic magic fluctuations emerged in the surrounding air.

Drizzt directly selected a card with yellow magic light and threw it at the first soul-weaver spider spirit with a solemn expression.

Click!

The yellow card shattered, and brilliant magic energy surged out, immobilizing the soul-weaver spider spirit as it moved forward.

Just when Drizzt was about to cut the cards again.

Another soul-weaver spider spirit appeared in front of Drizzt, raised its black spider legs like spears, and slammed them down towards Drizzt.

Drizzt's heart tightened, and he could clearly feel the terrifying power contained in the black spider's legs.

Bang!

The dull sound of gunfire rang out.

Graves took his double-barreled shotgun and hit the soul-weaver spider spirit's body, sending it staggering.

The originally fatal offensive failed directly.

The black spider legs that were about to fall deviated from their target due to the shaking of the soul-weaver spider spirit's body.

There was only a sharp stabbing sound, and the black spider legs stabbed on the mountain road next to Drizzt, leaving a huge deep hole.

Small pieces of stone flew into the air and flew everywhere.

Drizzt immediately left the attack range of the Soulweaver Spider Spirit and looked at Graves with gratitude flashing in his eyes.

"Cui Zi, what are you doing standing still? Cover me!"

Graves spoke sharply, firing the shotgun in his hand continuously, bombarding the soul-weaver spider spirit.

This guy's body is as hard as steel. When densely packed bullets fall on it, only tiny marks can be seen.

[Quickly draw the gun]!

Graves' expression changed when he heard the sound of breaking through the air beside him. He had no time to think and rolled backwards in embarrassment.

puff!

The black spider legs fell down and pierced the stone path.

It was the soul-weaver spider spirit that was dazed before. It broke free from the restrictions of the yellow magic and pounced on Graves.

"Pooh!"

Graves spat out a mouthful of blood.

Although he avoided the terrifying attack of the Soulweaver Spider Spirit, the flying stones hit his body like bullets, making him very uncomfortable.

Fortunately, Drizzt came to support, and the two of them covered each other to prevent the pursuit of the soul-weaver spider spirit.

"No, we can't keep fighting here!"

Graves looked around and saw the black mist slowly approaching. His eyes darkened and he took out the iron bottle from his waist.

[Smoke Screen]!

Graves slammed the iron bottle to the ground, and a cloud of irritating mist rose directly, covering the surrounding area.

The two soul-weaving spider spirits rushed into the mist without fear, surrounding them with cold compound eyes, looking for the breath of living people.

【Ultimate Explosive Bomb】!

Graves was hiding in the mist and had already equipped [Destiny] with special explosive bombs. When the two soul-weaver spider spirits broke in, he shot directly at it.

The next moment!

The dazzling fire light lit up in the mist, carrying terrifying destructive power and hitting the soul-weaver spider spirit.

Under the terrifying recoil, Graves fell to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, without looking at the result, he took Drizzt and ran towards the temple behind him.

Wails sounded.

The two soul-weaving spider spirits fell to the ground, and black blood flowed from their hard bodies.

In front of them, there were three broken black spider legs dangling randomly, and blood corroded the stone road.

When the two soul-weaving spider spirits staggered to their feet, they saw that their prey had entered the temple.

Blue compound eyes flickered. After hesitating for a while, they turned around and left. There was still the breath of a living person behind them.

In the dark fog, bright lights flashed, and occasionally there was a roar.

But Sock didn't look back and kept moving forward.

His father, Feder, was always by his side. Even though he looked extremely pale, he never left Sok.

Coupled with the protection of Yosip and others, the ghosts gathered around could not affect the team for the time being.

Sok looked up and saw Miss Fortune running to the temple door and starting to knock on the door frantically.

Raven and the uncles he had just met also started banging.

"Ms. Bearded, please let us in!"

Raven shouted at the top of her lungs, and Miss Fortune and everyone else followed him, banging on the door and shouting.

But to no avail, the temple was extremely quiet, as if no one was there.

Miss Fortune looked cold, stretched out her hand to fumble with the door frame, and then spoke bitterly.

"The door is locked."

"You can see it."

Gangplank ran over panting heavily, pulled off the pendant Illaoi gave him, put it in his palm, and then pressed it flat against the door.

"Illaoi, open this rotten door for me quickly, I want to go in!"

Gangplank's voice was very loud, and there was no trace of the power of the Bandit King at all. It was more like a quarrel between a husband and wife.

"Are you going to watch me die outside?"

"No, no, is this Gangplank?" Graves looked at Gangplank and smacked his lips.

"It doesn't matter." Drizzt shook his head.

"If we can't enter the temple, we will have to face Thresh and Hecarim."

"Hehe, that's right."

Graves pulled out the cigar from his waist, lit it, and exhaled lightly.

Then he looked at the two battlefields in the distance, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

Because the silver light representing Lucian was dimming.