The Glory of Noxus.

"Light, so what?"

A pale green halo of light emerged outside the black robe, completely blocking out the pure silver fire.

Thresh chuckled softly, twitching the soul-drawing lamp and putting away the pale green light wheel.

Lucian had expected it, and was not surprised that Thresh was able to follow up on his fervent attack.

He fired again, and the silver gunfire flew out like a shower.

Every shot went straight to Thresh's vitals, but not a single shot hit the target.

The black light that filled the outside of the soul-inducing lamp dispelled all attacks invisible.

"I remember the weapon in your hand."

Thresh stood there, being baptized by the silver gunfire.

"I know their secrets from her heart, and I also know what is called light."

Lucian paused his offensive, and his cold face suddenly froze.

"What did you say?"

"Hahaha! Hahaha!"

Thresh laughed wildly, making a noise like the scratching of a file, causing the black mist to stir.

"You don't know? The Rebirth Order knows so much about me, but you have never doubted it?"

Lucian felt a cold fear rising in his mind.

And the terror he had never felt before was about to drive him completely crazy.

"She's not dead yet!" Thresh raised the soul-inducing lamp in his hand.

Lucian looked over, looking beyond the black fog with crazy eyes, and saw countless souls inside the lantern, writhing in agony and making wailing sounds.

"I personally stripped off her soul and kept it here."

Thresh smiled, but Lucian felt something unusual.

"No. I saw her dead!"

In the forgotten vault, he watched Senna die in front of him.

Her soul was taken away by Thresh's Soul Lamp, and disappeared together with the black mist.

"She was in my lantern, screaming."

Thresh enjoyed Lucian's sorrow and squeezed out words from the corner of his mouth, which slowly drifted into Lucian's ears.

"Sweet tragic tones!"

"Come on, you can try, can you hear her voice?"

"No!"

Lucian was furious, and the madness in his heart could no longer be suppressed. The sacred pistol that Senna left for him burst out with silver light.

[Baptism of the Holy Spear]!

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

In the silent black fog, a hot silver light suddenly bloomed.

Lucian's eyes were angry, and he pulled the trigger with both hands, and the silver bullets of holy light were released like a torrent, drowning Thresh's figure.

"Haha, your soul is my toy."

Facing this surging silver torrent, Thresh grinned with a strange and sinister smile.

The soul-inducing lamp in his hand lit up a pale green light wheel, rapidly expanding like a shield, swallowing up the surging silver torrent.

Seeing this, Lucian's inner anger grew stronger, and his body trembled with despair and rage.

But he would never give up, silently reciting the hymn he learned many years ago.

"Chisel away the idle stuff, and leave only the holy stone. Chill out the idle stuff, and leave only the holy stone."

【Cold Pursuit】!

Lucian maintained his remaining sanity and slid forward. The silver bullets of Holy Light cut through the black fog like bright stars, carrying endless light and power, launching more violent attacks on Thresh.

Thresh took his time and waved the soul-guiding lamp in his hand. The pale-green light wheel remained firm and resisted the impact of the silver torrent.

"Let's have some fun!"

Thresh spoke in a low voice, like the sound of a butcher's knife rubbing against bones.

【Death sentence】!

His eyes flashed, and he keenly perceived the gaps in Lucian's sliding steps, and threw out the hook in his hand with great determination.

The sound of iron chains pierced through the black fog, scratched Lucian's windbreaker, and wrapped around his body.

puff!puff!

The hook was deeply embedded in Lucian's flesh, and warm blood spurted out and flowed along the iron chain.

Lucian groaned in pain and staggered, obviously being severely injured by the sudden attack.

He gritted his teeth and tried to break free from the hook, but a pale green will-o'-the-wisp entered his body along the wound.

Just as he tried to exert force, burning pain came from every joint in his body, causing him to fall to the ground.

"Longing is her weakness. Love is her catastrophe." Thresh walked over with the soul-guiding lamp.

Lucian raised his head, looked at Thresh's ruined face, and intended to shoot.

However, a pair of empty eye sockets came into view, freezing his movements.

It was like a black hole leading to nothingness, attracting his soul.

No matter what Thresh had experienced during his lifetime, there is no trace of it left now.

No sympathy, no kindness, no humanity.

“Death and suffering are great for mortals.”

The Soul Lock Warden stretched his hand towards Lucian's neck, preparing to collect the delicious soul in front of him.

"No matter where you flee, death will not change. But before that, you have to pass through my hands."

On the stone road leading to Nagakapoulos Palace, Miss Fortune was running desperately, her heavy breathing beating on her throat.

His lungs were about to burst, and his blood vessels were thick and cold.

She didn't dare to stop, the black mist surrounding her was pouring into the temple.

Although Huo Jixing and Lucian went to stop Hecarim and Thresh respectively, there were still many undead creatures in the black mist.

Looking out of the corner of her eye, Miss Fortune saw two huge spider-shaped monsters running towards her quickly.

The sharp spider legs pierced the rock, and the upright blue eyes fell on everyone.

Soul Weaver Spider Spirit!

Dark creatures that believe in the Spider God, the Vile Maw, are active in the Shadow Island area.

They will work with the black mist to hunt living people, especially strong young people.

The soul-weaver spider spirit has approached the team, causing the black mist to spiral upwards, weaving a giant black web along the mountain wall in front of the temple.

"go!"

Drizzt stepped forward, skillfully pulled out three red cards, and threw them at the giant black net blocking the way.

The cards were flying, and the witchcraft flames were ignited. With sharp cutting power, they instantly burned through the giant net and turned into pieces of debris falling down.

Immediately afterwards, Drizzt turned around, staring at the soul-weaver spider spirit rushing towards him, and cut and shuffled the cards again.

【Select cards】!

Drizzt's fingers flew across the cards, and each cut seemed to weave an invisible magic.

Along with his movements, majestic magic fluctuations emerged in the surrounding air.

Drizzt directly selected a card with yellow magic light and threw it at the first soul-weaver spider spirit with a solemn expression.

Click!

The yellow card shattered, and brilliant magic energy surged out, immobilizing the soul-weaver spider spirit as it moved forward.

Just when Drizzt was about to cut the cards again.

Another soul-weaver spider spirit appeared in front of Drizzt, raised its black spider legs like spears, and slammed them down towards Drizzt.

Drizzt's heart tightened, and he could clearly feel the terrifying power contained in the black spider's legs.