Executing an evil spirit in the black mist is like completing a daily task for Illaoi.
She tapped the heavy gold chain around her neck again, looking for the next target.
At the same time, she was also observing the difference in this soul-eating night. The black mist that appeared during the day was not as active as at night, but the ghosts and evil spirits in the black mist did not decrease, and even became more cruel.
In the previous Night of Soul Haunting, most of the undead did not have the command to "open the door" and were unwilling to go to bright places. Therefore, the existence of Soul Haunting Night did not affect the prosperity of Bilgewater, but now the situation has completely deteriorated!
The evil spirits took the initiative to invade people's houses and started massacring them, ignoring the lights.
Ordinary people have almost no ability to resist these dead souls, so this soul-eating night caused a large number of casualties.
The souls of the dead were sucked away by the black mist, and had no chance of entering the normal cycle of the universe, which also made the black mist grow stronger.
"Who should I hunt next?"
…
Karsus was floating at the edge of the black mist, surrounded by the sound of faint singing. The surrounding seawater, which was thousands of meters away, was strangely calm, like a dark mirror.
His right hand held a black thread-bound book, with six gilt lines on the cover converging on the black gemstone in the center. His left hand held a staff inlaid with magic crystals.
The Elegy Book containing the Requiem, and the Rod of the Recorder of Death!
"Ah...ah..."
"When the heart stops, comfort comes."
He was once a member of the Order of Kindred and a loyal recorder of death. He had been with death since he was a child and could see the beauty of death. When he served as a corpse collector, the entire Noxus was obsessed with death.
His requiem has been heard, his eulogy is sad and poignant, and he prays that after death, he will be a holy place that people yearn for.
In the end, he could not get anything more from the dying people. He found that only the dead could give him more answers, so he gave up everything in the Order and came to the Shadow Island.
The black mist gave him everything he desired, allowing him to achieve a balance between life and death, and he was one of the few ghosts who defeated the erosion of the black mist and maintained his own will.
And now he regards it as his duty to spread the beauty of death to the entire Runeterra, and most of the dead souls in the Shadow Islands devoutly accept his command.
He is the messenger of Shadow Island and the spokesperson of Annihilation!
Karsus raised his head, and at the edge of the black fog, he could see the thin warmth of the long-lost sun outside.
"Mortals will eventually die, and I will give them the sweetest way to die."
A touch of excitement appeared on his withered green face. He opened the pages of the book in his right hand, raised his staff high in his left hand, and was about to sing the most gorgeous lullaby.
But suddenly, the smooth mirror-like sea surface became rippled, and ferocious winds and showers seemed to take shape in an instant. They were about to appear in this sea area, and the terrifying energy directly shredded the surrounding black fog.
The murmurs around Karsus suddenly stopped, and his throat seemed to be strangled.
"I advise you not to sing your elegy here, otherwise the bearded lady will really be angry."
A teasing voice sounded in the shadow behind Karsus, and then Fiddlesticks' figure slowly emerged. He stretched out his skinny hand and pressed it on Karsus' shoulder. At the position where he touched, Karsus
The mage's robe on his body quickly turned dark, and the patterns that reflected the metallic luster were constantly corroded.
Karsus' body suddenly stiffened, and he felt the terrifying will from Fiddlesticks' palm.
"The so-called undead are just gadgets that have emerged in recent years. You all lack the respect for 'secret'!"
Fiddlesticks smiled strangely: "It's just a bunch of things separated from the authority of the God of Death. You...you have obviously seen the true face of death, why are you willing to surrender to a cursed monster?"
With His appearance, the sea became strangely calm again.
"Look, thank me, young man." Fiddlesticks said with a smile: "Otherwise, if Ms. Beard is really angry, most of the Shadow Island will be flooded."
"Who are you? What do you mean by what you said?" Karsus asked with difficulty.
"This sea area is protected by Naga Kapoulos. Even the stars don't dare to cause trouble here. How dare you?
As for who I am, it doesn't matter...because in this farce, I am just a spectator."
If He hadn't chosen to show up, and Naga Kapoulos trusted Him to solve the situation, I'm afraid these evil spirits living in the black mist would have been crushed directly, right?
All gods will fall, how can one maintain immortality with just a curse?
"You are a 'qualified' person, so...it is worth my saving your life."
Fiddlesticks's scarlet pupils showed cruel amusement: "In order to prevent my investment from being wasted, listen to my advice and tell that arrogant Majesty Foego to stop messing around here. The protoss of the Southern Continent is supporting that
The resurrected Shurima Emperor is his enemy!
And you...the mystery of death that you should have explored is far from over. Don’t stop, let alone go astray, young man! You are far from qualified to let others taste death!"
"I……"
Although the dark energy on his body has stopped corroding, the pain still makes it difficult for Karsus to speak. Fiddlesticks' words are accompanied by this pain and are firmly nailed into his soul. The invisible and huge fear is uncontrollable.
bred in his soul.
Go to the Southern Continent...Go to the Southern Continent...
He wanted to surrender to this will.
"Listen, being a butcher can never control the real power of death, let alone allow you to understand the true meaning of death. Getting lost in that intoxicating pleasure will make you become a monster on the false path."
Fiddlesticks paused for a moment, and then began to use the power of fate to quickly browse Karsus' past.
"Think more about the teachings of the Qian Jue Order, you idiot! It turns out that you are the idiot who gave up the treasure mountain and chose the quagmire!"
Fiddlesticks cursed and fled, and before leaving, he slapped Karsus into the sea.
…
Caitlin took Wei all the way to the doom pirate group's station without any danger, where the pirates had established tight defenses.
Wealthy pirates possess many magical artifacts, which gives them the capital to fight the undead, and many gunmen who are proficient in marksmanship hoard magic bullets that can cause damage to the undead.
So the defense here is relatively stable for now!
After exchanging secret codes and obtaining permission to enter, Caitlin even discovered two light sentinels on the roof.
At this moment, we really need to stick together to survive...
Fortunately, they have maintained a good relationship with Miss Fortune since they came to Bilgewater. For Chai Anping's sake, Sarah has always been very friendly to them, so as soon as they fled here, they got good treatment immediately.
Sister Yun’s interview.
"It seems that you have encountered a troublesome evil spirit." Looking at the miserable looks of the two of them, she laughed mercilessly.
Caitlin just rolled her eyes, not interested in getting angry with this woman.
"What exactly happened on this soul-eating night?"
"this……"
Sister Luck's mouth was still smiling, but her expression turned cold: "We don't know either."