The sound of continuous injecting power disappeared, and the shaking of the spiritual realm also stopped.

The Soul Eater was frozen in place, not strong enough to ignore the side effects of the bells like Karthas and Thresh.

Although he was puzzled, Vladimir did not give up this excellent opportunity. Just a few seconds ago, this huge undead wanted to devour him.

The undead used his thick arms to smash several holes in the basement wall, and wood chips flew out the bedrock of the island. The stairs returning to the dining room were also smashed. He dealt with the Soul Eater in the main hall of the basement, and his velvet robe was almost torn...

But now the other party has revealed such a big flaw...

The spikes of blood pierced the soul-devouring man back and forth several times, and the souls from the supernatural shattered their bodies, turned into black smoke and returned to the black fog in the sky, giving birth to the curse that grew greedy desire and joined the next cycle of reincarnation.

Vladimir looked at the dining room through the hole in the ceiling. In the mess, the sailors who died tragically under the undead also became accomplices. The narrow space was filled with many stiff souls, and there were already moving. The fingers of the dead bones were slightly hooked, and the festering jaw subconsciously bit and made a hissing sound.

If it goes up now, a big battle will inevitably occur, and being too close to the few remaining survivors will also attract the attention of two powerful deceased outside.

Wakur is dead, and no one helps him carry the secret treasure now. He should first find a few items to defend himself in the secret warehouse, and then lock the secret warehouse, wait for this sudden disaster to pass, and then ask the sponsors to send people from Noxus to assist him.

When his bloody eyes looked down through the broken wooden boards in the basement, he saw two human-shaped monsters guarding the open black steel secret library.

They didn't look powerful, but the aura on them made Vladimir unable to help but associate him with his ancient masters, those fallen demigods who called themselves the ending of the world.

Even though the body he used had been replaced for dozens of generations, he still clearly felt the pain when his first body was dominated by thousands of years, and his blood seemed to boil.

The breath in front of him was purer than those butchers, making him feel fear, trembling and shaking from the depths of his soul.

His body dissolved, and a boiling pool of blood surged out. The blood quickly cooled down and fell above the Black Steel Secret Library.

On a messy battlefield, a pool of blood does not appear abrupt.

Hide, hide.

Forbearance has always been his strength. He relied on forbearance to kill the god-like master and was reborn from then on.

...

Korkosk's horror scream came from upstairs, and Vladimir watched her step up the stairs with concern.

"Be careful."

Vladimir's concern is really magical. It has been a long time since a handsome young man cared about her life and death. Fyette found himself smiling unconsciously.

The Noxus businessman looked at the unconscious Fayette and smiled, reached out and patted her on the cheek.

This sudden contact made the wonderful dream change, and the touch that came turned the beauty in front of you into something creepy.

Suddenly, the polite nobleman turned into a cruel roaring demon, a demon in human skin. His eyes shone red like rubies, and an eternal smile on the corner of his mouth.

Then she opened her eyes and escaped from the nightmare.

The face in front of her made her feel a little relieved, but then she became wary again.

"Joella? Are you finally willing to come out?"

Her body was hit hard, and her brain was still as hard as a smoky cloud. She didn't know why she had such a dream, but she was sure that she must have passed the age of spring, and that Noxus nobleman was strange.

"Open the secret library, I want to get my things back!" Jolera's face exuded a steely perseverance.

"The key was stolen, didn't you take it?" As soon as Fayette was mentioned, he became angry, sat up suddenly, and looked at Jolera ferociously.

"If I take it, you still need to open the secret library?" Jolera glared back unwillingly. At this time, Fyette saw a doll holding a doll in her hand.

Very ordinary dolls are puppets that have just been thorned out of clothes, and they don't look like evil ancient relics at all.

She returned to the room to do this? Feyette couldn't figure it out.

"How could you faint in the stairwell?" Cholera asked.

Then Fyette suddenly remembered what he was in a coma and was furious.

"Gewenta..."

The two walked up to the dining room on the stairs, where there were no ghosts, and the dead sailors were slumped on the ground and on the bar.

Priestess Saba stood alone in the middle of the house, sweating profusely, grey hair against her forehead, as if she was crazy.

She killed them while the undead was frozen, and more than half of the souls were climbed up from the corpses on the ground, and her apprentice was inside.

This made her go crazy.

Seeing two living people walking down the stairs, Saba widened her eyes and more whites appeared around her pupils, not knowing whether it was because of excitement or fear.

"Witch!" Saba spoke, but his voice seemed to have overdrawn all his strength, and he was gasping intermittently.

"What did you say?"

Swallowed a lot of breath, Saba said with pain in his ribs, "The wizard is Gavin! He tied the ship with dark magic, created a riot and killed the sailors, he wanted to let all of us die here!"

"No." Even though Jolera spoke in a low voice, he was still heard by Fayette.

I don’t know if it’s the sequelae of falling down the stairs, but her head hurts now and she is completely unable to gather her energy to think.

She didn't know who to believe, it was true that Gavin suddenly attacked her, but could the friendship over the years be faked so real?

"Where is Gavin?" Fyette clenched his fists, and a fire accumulated in his heart.

The undead outside had nothing to do with her, and she wanted to find out if she had misunderstood someone.

The three of them came to the bar and could see the situation in the basement through the disappearing floor.

The scene in front of her shocked her. The messy basement seemed to have suffered a great battle. The heavy black steel secret library hit the beach, while Gai Wen lay in a pool of blood, his chest fluctuated faintly, and he was breathing.

Fyette was furious and she immediately jumped down, came to the gray-haired middle-aged man, and squatted down to check his injuries.

He was covered with terrible wounds, and most of his life was flowing away with the blood. His life was in danger. He could survive until now with one breath.

It's as if there is something else to explain before dying.

"What the hell is this?" Fyette's anger seemed to be poured with a basin of cold water, and suddenly went out without a trace.
Chapter completed!