Chai Anping, who came after hearing the news, only had a pistol left when he arrived at the scene...
Oh no--
There was also a black guy lying in a pool of blood, unconscious.
There was a disgusting smell of the undead lingering on the scene, and there were black burn marks everywhere on the walls. It was obvious that a fierce battle had taken place.
The ferocious ghost hunter Lucian fell. He didn't know what kind of existence his opponent was, but he actually defeated this bright sentinel against his attributes, and it seemed that he was quite relaxed when he left.
Lu Xun once said: Pokmon that cannot fight against their attributes are all bad guys.
"Tsk, I didn't expect it to be this way of meeting, Xiao Ao."
Together with Nina and others who came behind, they dragged him back to Old Baker's hotel. Speaking of Lucian's identity, the Sentinel of Light of the Holy Order was still extremely respected in the eyes of many Demacians.
A group of alchemists were busy exorcising the undead power from his body. Old Baker, who was watching the show, sipped his wine and watched happily.
Anyone who sees the rumored god-like Sentinel of Light being beaten by ghosts and monsters will have to laugh inwardly, not to mention a little old man like him who has taken a dim view of life and death and has a bit of a bad heart, and he is grinning all the time.
Cheer everyone up.
"Well……"
After a long time, with the help of the medicine, Lucian's consciousness finally slowly awakened. He opened his eyes and immediately wanted to jump up.
If Chai Anping hadn't happened to come over and push her back with one hand, several alchemists holding iron plates would have been knocked down by him.
"Relax, Lucian, you are safe now."
"I...! My gun!"
Lucian looked around quickly, then immediately recalled the battle on the street just now.
"When we got there, the monster was gone, and you only had one gun left." Chai Anping raised his eyebrows slightly: "You'd better tell me what happened."
"who are you?"
When Lucian heard this, he clenched his fists tightly and suppressed the pain in his heart. After all, the gun of thought was the most precious treasure that Senna left to him, retaining the memories between them.
"We are also Demacia. I am the deputy director of the Capital Inspection Department. These are master alchemists. They have provided you with treatment."
Chai Anping waved the badge in his other hand: "You can completely trust us."
"See my lord."
After Lucian identified the authenticity of his waistband, his tense body finally relaxed and he began to tell Chai Anping about the monster he encountered at night.
After listening to his words, Chai Anping fell silent for a while...
Damn, isn’t this Silas!
Although I don’t know how he became an undead monster, the undead that can defeat Lucian is no small shrimp!
"Did the enchantress do something wrong?"
However, since they all became undead, Silas's hobby of stealing (robbing) other people's equipment has not changed, so he took away his wife's beloved gun.
Many questions popped up in Chai Anping's little head, such as speculations about why Silas appeared here, and what his purpose was...
He did not talk to Silas in person, so there were many inexplicable questions.
But this does not prevent him from confirming a conclusion - to kill Silas completely here!
"Can you still find him now?"
He looked at Lucian with dark eyes.
Upon hearing this, Lucian immediately picked up the holy spear beside him, closed his eyes and felt it.
"No... Sir, I have lost my sense of the other gun." Lucian's tone became extremely frightening: "He left the city!"
He stood up suddenly, regardless of his injuries.
"I must catch up with him immediately!"
"Leave..." Chai Anping frowned and pushed him back on the bed: "You are no match for him, let alone in such an injured state."
"No, I can and must kill him!"
…
On an ocean-going fishing boat that left port late at night, there was a figure standing quietly at the stern of the boat. He was wearing a linen cloak and staring at the city with gloomy eyes.
He silently vowed in his heart that he would destroy this city that had witnessed his own fall.
Silas found that his psychology had been irreversibly distorted - he finally fit the mold of a brutal mage whom Demacia swore to strangle.
"Go back to the cabin! Stowaway!"
A thin sailor came behind him and pushed him in a rude manner.
"Okay, sir."
Silas smiled and turned around without any concern.
Then he saw a flame on Silas's chest, and his barren soul fell directly into silence.
Silas chuckled and slowly left the dark stern of the ship, preparing to return to the dirty and smelly bottom cabin.
Behind him, a body that fell to the ground turned into black and red ashes, picked up by the sea breeze... and drifted into the sky...
…
After being given a powerful sedative, the strong Xiao Ao finally fell into a deep sleep.
Not many people present knew the inside story of Silas, and Chai Anping didn’t tell who the monster was. Anyway, Silas had already left White Cliff City. If Simmons’ dog-nose was here, he might still be able to chase him.
Chai, as for her own words...
Can't even catch a Stewart!
"It's quite annoying."
He didn't understand why the Enchantress wanted to specifically transform Silas into an undead, and he didn't know that Silas was even on the same route as him to some extent. After thinking about it, he sighed:
"Everyone, let's go to bed early. We'll talk about anything tomorrow."
"Yes Yes Yes."
Naturally, the alchemists who were out on business had no depressed emotions. After settling down Lucian, those who wanted to drink continued to go downstairs to drink, while those who were ready to rest went back to their rooms early.
Peter came over and asked if he wanted to send more people to protect the hotel. Chai Anping shook his head and refused. Now the ship not only contained the medicine samples that Sir William was going to attend the alchemy summit, but also the diplomacy between Demacia and Piltover.
The precious items presented as gifts are indispensable to those who have them.
And now Silas is in the same embarrassing situation as a defeated dog. If it really comes, it will be enough for him to stay in the mission.
Five words, come for free.
"I'll stay down there with you for a while tonight."
Chai Anping patted him on the shoulder and walked down the stairs: "You, a grown man, are still afraid of the undead, are you? No?"
Peters:???
Good guy, who is not afraid of normal people?!
When Peters heard this, his face became excited, and then he smiled sarcastically: "The congressman is joking, after walking on the sea for so many years, what kind of undead have I not seen? I used to stay in Bilgewater during the annual Soul Night.
I personally killed two evil spirits there..."
"Tsk."
Chai Anping clicked his tongue and marveled: "That's amazing. If you have a chance, Captain Peters will take you to see it."