Lucian's current appearance is definitely one of downfall, with dirty braids and hair, a face covered in dust, and a knight-errant windbreaker that is in tatters.
The only thing that was shocking was the cold light in his eyes, as if the hatred that wanted to cut Silas into pieces was spit out from the holy spear.
When bathed in the holy flame, Lucian's steps became more agile, and he exploded all the ghost hands around him in the blink of an eye.
The dark swamp was obliterated by the holy flame and turned into cracked land again.
The tens of thousands of enemies who had regained their freedom seized the fighter plane and rushed towards Silas.
Draven pulled out the throwing ax from the ground, aimed it in the direction where Darius was trapped, turned his body three times in a row, yelled a strange sound, and then suddenly threw out the throwing ax.
"Cold-blooded pursuit of life!"
The shrill sound of the wind indicated the power of this blow, and the flying ax cut through all obstacles along the way before reaching Darius.
As there are fewer and fewer ghost hands restraining him, Darius can control more bodies.
He had a ferocious look on his face. At the moment when the flying ax passed by, he clenched his fist fiercely and hit the ground with the battle ax. The air waves rolled up washed away all the ghost hands.
A bloody lion more than ten meters high soared into the sky, and Darius's figure suddenly disappeared.
"Huh!?" Silas' pupils suddenly shrank, Darius' actions had exceeded the limit he expected!
The ax blade struck from behind in an instant, and the cold whistling sound became the call of death. Silas's inner alarm bell rang loudly, and the soul flame in his chest swayed. He subconsciously disintegrated into a mist state, and the next moment the ax blade swept across
Pass.
The rich blood mixed into the smoke, Silas screamed, was forced to release his state, and fell from mid-air.
"clang!"
Then the battle ax dug into the ground hard again, and Silas fell to the ground, dispersing into mist again at the critical moment.
Darius spit out red blood from his mouth, stimulating all his potential, and even the vomited blood was evaporated.
Silas was knocked back to his original shape again, and Lucian, who rushed over, took the opportunity to shoot his chest several times, causing scorch marks.
Silas endured the pain, tapped the ground with two fingers, and his body suddenly appeared at the other end of the black marsh in the next moment.
He suddenly looked at Darius. The Noxian general looked like an evil ghost at the moment. His eyes were soaked in blood and full of pain. His body was covered in blood mist, and his armor was stained with a layer of red.
The ghost of blood mist!
The pinnacle of form and meaning!
Add form and meaning to your body and turn yourself into the sharpest axe.
Darius's heart beat like a war drum, and his blood was boiling and burning!
"Well..."
He rarely allows himself to enter this state. Every time he enters, he pushes himself to the edge of death, but now since he can only die if he doesn't fight, then he would rather fight everything!
The bloody lion appeared on his body, and he didn't stop for a moment. The shadow of the ax passed by and went straight to Silas's heart.
The ax blade struck the flames, making a metallic roar.
Silas was thrown away because he found that he suffered more damage after turning into mist form.
He quickly condensed his witchcraft, and shot out all the witchcraft while the chains were flying, blocking Darius' pursuit.
But Lucian didn't care at all. He stepped forward and passed through the gap in the attack with extremely flexible body.
"Bang bang bang!"
The silver light flashes and forms a chain.
Although there was only one Holy Stone pistol left, it stimulated his talent for firearms. His body glowed with white light, and the Holy Stone Weapon completely accepted and recognized him.
The other pistol hanging on Silas's waist resonated with it.
Holy light!
Burn this evil spirit!
The two holy spears lit up with bright white light, and the holy stone burst out the bright essence within.
The history of holy stone weapons can be traced back to thousands of years. Long before the existence of Demacia, there were people who worshiped holy stone statues, but no one knew exactly where these strange stones came from, but the energy contained in the holy stones
, but it is truly powerful!
Some people even say that these are stones falling from the sun, so they have unparalleled lethality against the undead.
At this moment, Lucian's belief moved the holy stone, and the two holy spears pulled hard. Silas did not dare to touch the weapon in this state, and could only watch the holy spear that originally belonged to Senna in his waist.
He was forcibly pulled out.
Lucian rushed forward and grabbed the psychic gun without a trigger.
He raised his two guns and brought them together, and the resonance between his will and the holy stone reached its peak in an instant.
"Penetrating Holy Light!"
The huge pillar of holy light engulfed Silas!
The holy flame blasted out hundreds of meters in an instant, lighting up the entire night. The undead and ghosts fled in all directions wailing, and the holy breath fell from the sky.
Darius and others felt strange emotions in their hearts when they saw this scene.
White flames fell like raindrops. Lucian was vigilantly guarding the surroundings. The blow just caused trauma to Silas. He knew very well that he might not have the ability to kill him now!
The reason why he was able to gain such a big advantage at night was because he had come at a good time.
People like Noxus are hard-nosed. Silas used all his calculations to gain the upper hand, but in the end, he directly destroyed all his plans. Moreover, Darius decisively started the rampage mode and directly killed Silas.
I can't change my hand.
"He has escaped."
The battlefield killing god, who was almost engulfed in the blood mist, walked over and said in a hoarse voice: "Sentinel of Demacia?"
Damn it, a Noxian hand was saved by a Demacian...
Lucian was also wary of him, raising the head of his gun slightly, not allowing Darius to close the distance.
Seeing this, Darius suddenly coughed violently, and the blood mist on his body gradually dissipated, revealing the remaining lion patterns on his body.
Most of the clothes he wore were torn to pieces, and only the armor was still strong, but the thick blood scab attached to it was shocking to see.
Darius took the initiative to drop his ax and sat down on the ground. The guards at the side rushed forward and injected him with alchemical potion.
"We are all bereft dogs, and there is no hatred between the country and the family to worry about."
Darius gasped with a ferocious expression: "If you are willing to believe me, you might as well sit down together and talk about...what exactly is that monster."
After all, Lucian is the savior of this group of people, and Darius will not burn bridges and vent his anger on the Sentinels of Light.
Lucian pondered for a while, then leaned under a fallen tree alone and lit a bonfire.
Darius grinned, his teeth full of blood: "We will camp here too."
Ghosts are rampant, so it’s natural to follow more experts!
The group of people cut down the nearby fallen trees and built a temporary shelter. The mage further eliminated the traces, and the remaining people finally breathed a sigh of relief and could have a good rest.
Woodlaius was in the worst condition of the entire team, and he needed a long rest due to the massive loss of blood.
However, he just lay down and rested for a while, and the poison potion began to take effect, so he began to ask Lucian to obtain information about Silas. Firstly, if he met him again in the future, it might be able to save his life. Secondly, if there was a chance, he designated him to be
I want to take revenge for today!
Lucian saw that they were indeed not hostile, so he put aside his prejudices and spoke to each other.
This time, he had a conflict with Silas and asked him to snatch back the holy spear belonging to Senna. The mission was completed... As for more revenge, he was already powerless.
Silas has become more and more powerful, and even his most powerful methods cannot destroy him. Continuing to entangle him will only cost his own life.
A good hunter must be good at choosing prey!
If he hadn't found clues about Silas, he might have followed Black Mist's footsteps to the Southern Continent.
And obviously this choice and effort paid off!
"What happened in Noxus?" he asked proactively late at night.
Darius looked solemn, pondered for a moment and said slowly: "I actually noticed that those monsters were repeating a strange sentence..."