The Glory of Noxus.

Inside the Nagakapoulos Temple.

"True, we can't protect them, we can only close the door to prevent them from coming in." The speaker said.

This stocky woman smiled toothily, as if she didn't care at all about the life of the person in front of her.

In her heart, only the followers of Baru and Nagakapoulos are worth saving.

"You have already said this."

Illaoi paced around the stone table in the temple hall, looking into the black mist inside without raising her head.

She moved her shoulders, relaxed her muscles, and stifled the yawn on her lips.

There was an old snake caller standing next to the preacher.

He wore a robe made of thick hemp rope. Each hemp rope was dyed indigo, uneven in thickness, and rough and curly.

The mottled and faded sea monster ink on it gives people the illusion that the old man is covered with a ball of tentacles.

His face is covered with black tattoos, depicting the countless teeth in the sea monster's maw.

Monks and snake callers always want to look scary. Most men have this boring problem.

"They won't come near the temple," gasped the Snake Caller.

"And we must stick to our contract."

As long as Nagakapoulos always protects the temple, the black mist brought by Soul Eating Night will not be able to get close to it.

Other areas of the Mangxing Islands do not have such special treatment.

Contains Bilgewater.

This once again reminded the Order of how ignorant the people of Bilgewater were.

These residents who came from the land never used clean water to wash away the filth on the docks. Instead, they built permanent anchorages along every beach in the bay.

Extremely stupid!

Many priests in the Nagakapolos Temple therefore concluded that the lay people were simply swallowed by the black mist voluntarily.

"Bullshit!" Illaoi said.

She looked into the increasingly dense black fog, her eyes flickering, and she heard the movement coming from outside the door.

Illaoi strolled over to the bowl filled with tributes and picked through them, finally pulling out a plump mango.

She needed a plan, and the two idiots next to her were embarrassing her.

"Seriously, you should watch your words."

The old snake caller spoke softly, and after looking at each other, his heart was full of helplessness.

Over the course of hundreds of generations, Illaoi was the most respected True One.

Her respect is not qualifications.

It's the terrifying strength she possesses.

But Illaoi has repeatedly destroyed the tradition of the True One.

Even so, Nagakapoulos still trusted Illaoi unconditionally and granted her boundless divine power.

Illaoi took a bite of the mango and passed between the two holy staff. The two seemed to become shorter in an instant.

Even by the standards of the islanders, the true man was still tall.

She had always been taller than those around her, even the burliest of northerners.

From a young age, she knew she was different and always felt like she would accidentally bump into someone else.

But she finally got it.

They should learn to stay out of my way when I walk.

Illaoi stopped in front of the door, remembering that he didn't seem to have a weapon yet, then turned around and looked at it.

She first looked at the stone like an anchor, and then her eyes fell on the [Shenxi] on the iron frame.

This is a golden statue, larger in size than a rum barrel, but many times heavier.

She felt the cold, biting metal texture on her fingers.

The statue was placed next to a blazing fire, and the flames illuminated the entire room, but [Shenxi] always felt cold and wet to the touch.

Illaoi easily lifted the heavy statue on her shoulders and prepared to open the door.

"True." The statement made him hesitate to speak.

"Assist, I have not forgotten my duty." Illaoi said in a deep voice.

"The trial of Soul Erosion Night should not have turned into such a miserable scene as it is now."

The preacher and the old snake caller fell into silence, looking at the [Divine Mind] on Illaoi's shoulders and saying nothing.

In front of the temple, Illaoi heard Gangplank's shout, and his heart trembled.

"This old guy...!"

Many years ago, the two of them had fallen in love with each other, and many years ago they ended their relationship.

But some feelings are forever engraved in the depths of the soul and never go away.

Click!

Lucian felt the sharp hooks with will-o'-the-wisp bite deeply into his body, biting into the bones.

The severe pain is more penetrating than the northern ice and penetrates deep into the soul.

Thresh walked up to Lucian, lowered his emerald green eyes, and stretched out his arms wrapped in black robes.

He held Lucian's throat, will-o'-the-wisp burning the skin.

"Your heartbeat is stopping"

Thresh lifted Lucian off the ground, holding the Soul-attracting Lamp high, ready to receive his soul.

Waves of mournful cries came from the dim green glow, and the faces and hands of countless wandering souls were clearly visible against the inner wall of the lantern.

They want to escape from the Soul-Drawing Lamp.

"Sentinel of Light, I have been waiting for your arrival for a long time."

"Only at this moment is the best time to collect your soul."

Lucian found that his vision began to turn gray from the outside to the inside, and his soul was slowly being withdrawn from his limbs and bones.

He struggled to resist, but the soul-locking warden had practiced his soul-harvesting technique countless times, and it was impossible to leave him a chance.

"Despite the struggle, your soul will grow stronger and delicious for fighting."

Thresh grinned and spoke softly, as if he was talking about a delicious dish.

Lucian wanted to speak, but he couldn't make a sound. He could only feel his soul trickling out with weak breathing.

Immediately afterwards, a sickle condensed with emerald green will-o'-the-wisps hung above Lucian's head, soaked in the resentment of the dead souls.

The light of the blade flickered with anticipation, a little impatiently.

[Lucian.]

A light voice sounded in Lucian's ears.

It's her voice.

[my sweetheart]

Thresh turned his scythe, trying to find a better angle to dissect the hard-won food.

Lucian opened his eyes wide and saw a familiar face appear from the soul-drawing lamp.

He drew in a sharp breath.

That face, although inconspicuous among thousands, is the only key in the world.

The full lips and bright almond eyes begged him to live.

"Senna."

Lucian shouted in his heart, trying hard to move his arms, trying to grab the soul-guiding lamp.

"do not give up"

In an instant, Lucian understood what Senna meant.

Just like when they fought side by side against the dark creatures, he felt that Senna was tightly connected to his soul.

He summoned up the last bit of strength, with one hand he held down the hook wrapped around his body, and with the other he reached for the soul-guiding lamp.