Lucian supported Senna, ran across the patio, crossed the stone bridge, and headed to the fortress's library.

Senna was injured, and they couldn't run fast. There were always horrifying sounds of chains dragging the floor behind them, and the sound of Thresh's boots slowly when they stepped on the ground, like a death-seeking note, and the ghosts kept dispersing.

Shortly after they stepped up the downward stairs, the sound of the chains turned into rhythmic knocks.

Although I couldn't see above through the stone pillar, the sound of iron chains falling on the stone steps unconsciously appeared in my mind, and Thresh's hollow eye sockets burning with the pleasant ghost fire.

He was on the stone steps, very close to them.

Senna looked up and suddenly saw a figure standing on the stone steps, not the undead, but someone she was very familiar with.

Veteran Ulias - her mentor, Lucian's father, a relative who was implicated and killed by her.

The bad-tempered veteran used rough guidance to make her feel at ease, but now he looked at her with kind eyes, which was extremely strange.

Senna immediately realized that it was Thresh's conspiracy, but her steps subconsciously paused.

Even a moment of hesitation was enough to cause destruction. Her steps did not keep up with the pace of running, lost their balance, and fell forward.

And in front of you is the abyss.

There was no protection on the outside of the spiral stone steps, and Senna fell out of the corridor and fell into the abyss.

She watched the stone steps get farther and farther away from her, and her heart quickly falls into the abyss.

At this moment, another face that made her feel at ease suddenly popped out of the stone steps and appeared in front of her, and a powerful arm grabbed her wrist.

"Don't give up!" Lucian said gritting his teeth.

He was really afraid that Sena would give up her life and go into Thresh's lantern to find the so-called answer.

Just three words gave Senna great strength, and she also held Lucian's wrist and was gradually pulled back to the stone steps.

Thresh's footsteps were still echoing in the empty space. He seemed not in a hurry. He would always wait until the moment when his prey saw hope and then extinguished the hope with his own hands.

They continued to flee downwards, and without finding Kahn and the others, the chase would not come to an end.

...

Kahn's fingers slashed over the book cover, peeling off layers of dust that had accumulated for a long time, revealing names that had been covered for a long time.

He noticed a scroll, took it down and opened it, and found that it recorded the secret of the holy stone.

The Holy Stone is the main body of the weapon in Lucian and his friends, and can transform faith into the power of the holy light and break away evil spirits.

A trace of magical aura that seemed familiar was suddenly perceived, the power of the holy light belonging to the holy stone.

Kahn put his helmet close to the scroll in front of him, wanting to study which part is made of holy stone.

But he immediately discovered that the source of this breath was at the entrance of the library.

Could it be...

Sure enough, as he looked at the door, Lucian and his wife also supported him to appear there.

He rushed over with the scroll, and before he could hear Lucian's shout.

"He is here! Help us!"

As soon as the words were finished, Threstone appeared at the door.

“There are so many flavors of torture to enjoy.”

Thresh's eye hole was burning with gloomy ghost fire, and cruel laughter echoed in the empty library. He raised the lantern, opened the Netherworld Prison with his own hands, and released countless tortured souls.

The undead roared out of the door, like a ball of foam overflowing from a beer barrel.

Threstone turned the lantern, and the souls who wanted to escape began to lengthen and deform, and were dragged back to the prison by a suction force to continue suffering.

All the remaining ghosts in the library are completely distorted after being tortured by Threstone. They can't wait to impose the torture they have suffered for thousands of years on others and drag their souls to prison to satisfy their pathological psychology.

The ground was full of drowning sailors and ancient soldiers, twisted and angry faces, and pointed their claws at the couple.

The legless vengeful spirit was draped in the broken shroud and floated in the air, coming to intercept the three of them.

The situation became clear at a glance, and everyone drew out their weapons one after another.

Kahn shook his arm and threw out his arm blade, rushing towards the encirclement of the undead.

The resentful spirit spread his claws and rushed towards him, trying to carry him down the abyss.

The arm blade drew a purple arc in the air, and cleanly cut off the body of the resentful spirit. But these things did not die, and the silk thread that turned into the soul was pulled into the lantern in Threstone's hand.

Kahn looked at the lantern in his hand and immediately ignited it with a little magical Mars.

A golden light enveloped him, and the flying vengeful spirit immediately screamed and retracted its smoking claws after touching the barrier.

He rushed into the encirclement without hesitation, and the arm blade in his hand cut an arc longer than the blade, tearing a hole in the encirclement of the undead, just in front of Threstone.

Senaton Lucian, who was as beautiful as gold paper, shot together, and the pure gunfire purified the undead, but she was already at the end of her strength.

There was a claw mark on her arm, and black mist was constantly pulling out white smoke from the wound, which was the manifestation of the passing of life.

"You hold this."

Just as he bent down and carefully handed over the lantern to Sena, the warden swung the sharp hook and sickle behind him.

A rapid shadow rushed out of the black fog, and the fist blade crossed and knocked away the hook and sickle, then spewed out a hot missile to counterattack.

Thresh's lantern emitted a round of black light. After a dazzling explosion, the black fog was broken into a gap, but the warden was still standing there.

Kasha stared at him with her fists, her eyes full of coldness.

"In the name of love, another pair of sweet and delicious souls." Thresh said in a bad mood: "Who should we capture?"

"You can't take anyone else."

As if echoing this sentence, several dazzling lights suddenly emerged from the slant. Miss Doom, hiding in the dark, found an opportunity, and the electric bullet poured out and all shot into Thresh's eye sockets.

Thresh roared, its jaw stretched to a point where no joint could do. The Netherworld Prison released a powerful suction force, and all evil spirits were sucked unwillingly in the cage.

Kahn took the opportunity to pick up the underground hook and scythe, swung it out and hooked the dead bones that were all broken, and then pulled it with force.

With a reluctance to scream, Thresh passed by him and fell from the abyss in the library.

Thresh's wail continued to move away as he fell, but no one felt relaxed, because the wail seemed to turn into laughter in the end and disappeared completely.

Lucian looked at Threstone as he disappeared in the black mist like a fired meteor, and then sat on the ground all at once.
Chapter completed!